<?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-7657281172681204770</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:53:25.928+08:00</updated><category term='go hell'/><category term='understand'/><category term='KimHyunJoong'/><category term='i hate school'/><category term='maths sucks'/><category term='rowr'/><category term='ley'/><category term='maths focus test'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='im'/><category term='hell'/><category term='everyone'/><category term='today'/><category term='recover'/><category term='please'/><category term='yeah'/><category term='Story'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='D:'/><category term='rollerblade'/><category term='for'/><category term='bloooody'/><category term='bicycle'/><category term='like'/><category term='mooody'/><category term='useless'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='man'/><category term=':D'/><category term='math'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='me'/><category term='don&apos;t'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='zzz'/><category term='totally'/><category term='i'/><category term='RCYC'/><category term='haha'/><category term='niece'/><category term='Argh'/><category term='simple'/><category term='no words to say'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='camp'/><category term='rain'/><category term='day'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='KFC'/><category term='words'/><category term='):'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Love'/><category term='sucks'/><category term='hehe'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='D:l'/><category term='was'/><category term='Damn'/><category term='fun'/><category term='fail'/><category term='Chris Diary'/><category term=':['/><category term='maintain'/><title type='text'>ResPecT Me AnD I wiLl ResPecT UuE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3554009228967900197</id><published>2010-03-25T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:47:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if anybody will still go to my old blog X: heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; will stop.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting worser and worser now.&lt;br /&gt;(To the tone of 'Insomnia')&lt;br /&gt;It's like frustrating, so frustating ~&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing, else now.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray hard,&lt;br /&gt;that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; will end~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3554009228967900197?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3554009228967900197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3554009228967900197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3554009228967900197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3554009228967900197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wonder-if-anybody-will-still-go-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2441506990291591412</id><published>2009-12-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:58:05.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went ard blogskins.com , thinking of changing skin,&lt;br /&gt;and now, i feel like changing my blog URL X:&lt;br /&gt;and so, there yar go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'http://whatever-itsmyproblem.blogspot.com' !@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;bfr i leave this blog isolated,&lt;br /&gt;there's a Bill's gallery in tokiohotel.com!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokiohotel.com/us/#bill_kaulitz_gallery/"&gt;http://www.tokiohotel.com/us/#bill_kaulitz_gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;fantastic pictures :X worth watching!&lt;br /&gt;p.s, if you want them , tag me at my new blog X:&lt;br /&gt;or you can go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thforalways.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thforalways.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;that's all, nights people X:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-2441506990291591412?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2441506990291591412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2441506990291591412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2441506990291591412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2441506990291591412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-ard-blogskins_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9155096551457170099</id><published>2009-12-09T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:42:47.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found this on SINGAPORE NEW PAPER :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to buy 'The New Paper' once i heard from twitter and joelle that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tokio Hotel is on the news ! Cool, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lol, i brought the paper just like, to read about Tokio Hotel only ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e-MCH6HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3SKjFlEGIMY/s1600-h/Photo0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e-MCH6HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3SKjFlEGIMY/s400/Photo0331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413220068341835890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tada, it's here :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e-llSuZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nEEzY3Td1Do/s1600-h/Photo0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e-llSuZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nEEzY3Td1Do/s400/Photo0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413220075200231826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some cool shots, or whatever ;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9-AA6II/AAAAAAAAAOE/z_bR5EoHJ84/s1600-h/Tokio%2BHotel%2BA_2006_08_11_Loreley_Pressekon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9-AA6II/AAAAAAAAAOE/z_bR5EoHJ84/s400/Tokio%2BHotel%2BA_2006_08_11_Loreley_Pressekon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413220064574892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9nGcrZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rfuH6dJHXX0/s1600-h/tokiohohumanoiguigaguim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9nGcrZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rfuH6dJHXX0/s400/tokiohohumanoiguigaguim1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413220058427862418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9J4h56I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-ik0CIGSoNY/s1600-h/2980805223_e90be5a06d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e9J4h56I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-ik0CIGSoNY/s400/2980805223_e90be5a06d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413220050584856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-9155096551457170099?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9155096551457170099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9155096551457170099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9155096551457170099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9155096551457170099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-found-this-on-singapore-new-paper-d.html' title='i found this on SINGAPORE NEW PAPER :D'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx-e-MCH6HI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3SKjFlEGIMY/s72-c/Photo0331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-596130490095159572</id><published>2009-12-09T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:50:16.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx9hRBwbs7I/AAAAAAAAANs/UwJKC9Ezqhw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx9hRBwbs7I/AAAAAAAAANs/UwJKC9Ezqhw/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413152222279873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey peopo, reviving my dead blog with this noob pic.&lt;br /&gt;was surfing firefox, and it closed down --&lt;br /&gt; and cant restore !&lt;br /&gt;but that word&lt;br /&gt;" Well, it's embarrasing" made me LOL&lt;br /&gt;Fail Embarassed Firefox!&lt;br /&gt;sian, it's lame but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Kangle's a maple manic, chiong till level 92 o.o&lt;br /&gt;cool, and im still at 52.&lt;br /&gt;lazy lur, but whateveer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-596130490095159572?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/596130490095159572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=596130490095159572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/596130490095159572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/596130490095159572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-peopo-reviving-my-dead-blog-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sx9hRBwbs7I/AAAAAAAAANs/UwJKC9Ezqhw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1219035529339688813</id><published>2009-12-01T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:25:04.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with my life =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bored. My life's bored D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Killed time by playing maple, but now im kinda getting bored of it D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yawn, my laptop's confiscated D= ! Have to resort to this noob laptop, damn laggy P_q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later going to meet Yiru and attend tution, i think 1 year and a half i was tution-less D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents keep 'No, No and NOO!' D=l  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have no idea what to post anymore, and the ony thing to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FE IS GETTING BORING-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &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/7657281172681204770-1219035529339688813?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1219035529339688813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1219035529339688813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1219035529339688813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1219035529339688813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-up-with-my-life.html' title='What&apos;s up with my life =/'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8738793216209809400</id><published>2009-11-23T17:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:15:11.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another outing, and also hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, LINDA, WEIJIE AND ME :D went to SG EXPO .&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, was supposed to meet LINDA at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;And i woke up at 9am ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we postponed our meeting time to 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, then i reached early, and waited for them to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lol, WEIJIE wears formal clothes. He thought is what 'high-class' place LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then we slacked in MRT for about 1 HOUR ! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And while waiting at Tanah Merah MRT interchange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVloCSsKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7B_Web4QwKs/s1600/Photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVloCSsKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7B_Web4QwKs/s200/Photo0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407228407502254242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, random people, random picture :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVkNFc7xI/AAAAAAAAAME/6265y2q6A90/s1600/Photo0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVkNFc7xI/AAAAAAAAAME/6265y2q6A90/s200/Photo0268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407228383087882002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVk7FqOsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HwBoaO9tx3U/s1600/Photo0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVk7FqOsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HwBoaO9tx3U/s200/Photo0270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407228395436784322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVknyrpjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9-4FMvrxSZU/s1600/Photo0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVknyrpjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9-4FMvrxSZU/s200/Photo0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407228390256911922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess whose hands and shoes are those :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVlNXUOPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PAyj0oB_IXQ/s1600/Photo0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVlNXUOPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PAyj0oB_IXQ/s200/Photo0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407228400342677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linda and 我 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time pass fast thou,&lt;br /&gt;and finally, we reached SINGAPORE EXPO :D&lt;br /&gt;We saw the Kitty Lab advertisement at Hall One.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go deh, but can't find or rather, im lazy to walk X=&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, So we went to Hall 3, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FOOD FAIR ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Maki/Pictures/Photo0280.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; walk, we decided to go to Jurong area for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;During the ride, we were discussing about a person that looks like a boy, but wears skirt. x__o&lt;br /&gt;I never see the skirt and keep insisting 'he' was a he. But once 'he' alighted, 'his' skirt revealed and 'he' is a she. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After much discussion, we decided to have our lunch at ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpTZFMofFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hpARp2CjOCw/s1600/Photo0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpTZFMofFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hpARp2CjOCw/s200/Photo0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407225992968698962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, the picture shows it all :D&lt;br /&gt;SAKAE SUSHI :D :D :D !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYMrJIZgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fjwYNNs9cmo/s1600/Photo0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYMrJIZgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fjwYNNs9cmo/s200/Photo0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407231277374400002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYMwXPehI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ROhbOP5zo9M/s1600/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYMwXPehI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ROhbOP5zo9M/s200/Photo0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407231278775761426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chawanmushi ! Loved it ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYNtLGkqI/AAAAAAAAANE/dxZOGW4z38I/s1600/Photo0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYNtLGkqI/AAAAAAAAANE/dxZOGW4z38I/s200/Photo0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407231295099409058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYNEeCOcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2uQv0Pv5Ns4/s1600/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYNEeCOcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2uQv0Pv5Ns4/s200/Photo0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407231284172962242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYOMCuaPI/AAAAAAAAANM/9-wIg8H2ldc/s1600/Photo0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpYOMCuaPI/AAAAAAAAANM/9-wIg8H2ldc/s200/Photo0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407231303385770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;{First plate of salmon} {Second plate of salmon} {Two plates combines. One unfinished}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrAGj9GI/AAAAAAAAANU/gGz9IbslUdg/s1600/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrAGj9GI/AAAAAAAAANU/gGz9IbslUdg/s200/Photo0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407232897908470882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrf0yzVI/AAAAAAAAANc/-3pRC5uEDV4/s1600/Photo0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrf0yzVI/AAAAAAAAANc/-3pRC5uEDV4/s200/Photo0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407232906423881042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That cup is cute :D and look at how much we ate ! x___o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Full man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrwqhCfI/AAAAAAAAANk/e45VrDN-Z-U/s1600/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpZrwqhCfI/AAAAAAAAANk/e45VrDN-Z-U/s200/Photo0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407232910944176626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Idiotic face, zha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As it was our first time, we were worried that our bill might exceed our money&lt;br /&gt;and we keep call for help. Damn malu, but haha, who cares. After we know how&lt;br /&gt;and what to order, we started eating x.o Wasted 10mins of our time asking for help RAWH. Haha, reminded me of the last Sakura Outing with Yimin and Kangle.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE salmon-s :D Damn nice i tell you. Then i think all of us extremely malu loh x.x , especially WEIJIE. He was like, "em the coke bottle cap, can help me open?" And with a twist of the cap, the waitress opened it. He thought need what cap opener! LOL x__o . Funny siak. Total bill was $60.35. D:&lt;br /&gt;Included GST. Wawawa, GST $8, must be cause we keep call them to our table LOL. Sakura's better, but I like the Salmon-s in Sakae. Well, that's all people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8738793216209809400?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8738793216209809400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8738793216209809400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8738793216209809400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8738793216209809400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-outing-and-also-hilarious.html' title='Another outing, and also hilarious'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SwpVloCSsKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7B_Web4QwKs/s72-c/Photo0274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7732477717510364908</id><published>2009-11-19T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:02:52.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was OA and FootDrill Training, and also OA accred.&lt;br /&gt;haha, had fun siak. :D&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk and did footdrill ,&lt;br /&gt;gah, im nooob sia D:&lt;br /&gt;x.x , forgetting sliver commands alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;well, after that, we had free lunch ^^&lt;br /&gt;actually is cause there is some programme going on&lt;br /&gt;and there are additional food left over so they give us if not throw so might as well take&lt;br /&gt;if not waste.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Free lunch ^^ lol .&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, went home and took damn lot photos . LOL&lt;br /&gt;linda, safia, mutiarah and zafira too enthusiasm le&lt;br /&gt;yawwn ~ afterwards we went to Linda's house.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to fix up her msn but argh failed D:&lt;br /&gt;what ' windows live upload tool' i remembered i got that problem , two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot how I solved it =/&lt;br /&gt;D: sorry linda D:&lt;br /&gt;try to help you think of a waay!&lt;br /&gt;then , i went with mutiarah they all as they go home, i went to hongyu's house&lt;br /&gt;haha, trying to help her find some internet connection, but her wireless have password&lt;br /&gt;and only her bro knows and is currently in camp D:&lt;br /&gt;so we talked and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;about tokio hotel, taylor swift, taylor launter and dakota fanning.&lt;br /&gt;Damn LOL sia, i like hongyu's sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Even when joelle and we went back to Joelle's house,&lt;br /&gt;we were still laughing about it LOL x.x&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, i was supposed to help 3 people with their msn/internet/audition patch&lt;br /&gt;i didn't help any, lol cause no way to solve. spent my time at joelle's house&lt;br /&gt;watching tokio hotel ! lol&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, limjing meet me and went to my house then i pass her my bag for her camp tml&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK :D @!&lt;br /&gt;and JOELLE ! you passed the tokio manic madness to me alr =/&lt;br /&gt;the moment i went to youtube,&lt;br /&gt;i was watching ' automatic mmv'&lt;br /&gt;and then i got addicted to the ' TokioHotel TV'&lt;br /&gt;gosh x.x&lt;br /&gt;ah, well, i'll end here today. and, also,&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday gavin =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-7732477717510364908?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7732477717510364908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7732477717510364908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7732477717510364908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7732477717510364908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-oa-and-footdrill-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8550112541811488509</id><published>2009-11-15T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:58:09.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woooots, redcross camp is over.&lt;br /&gt;still having the camp feeling, yah.&lt;br /&gt;instead of home-sick, it's now camp-sick D:&lt;br /&gt;missing commando fast, the trainers, the food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;13Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at ard 7am. and saw mutiarah, sitting at cybercafe.&lt;br /&gt;chatted and waited for others to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what happened, but the only thing i remembered was, it was raining D:&lt;br /&gt;so, we needa stay in school till the rain stops ;/&lt;br /&gt;the camp chief told us what is each of our group name -total 4 groups.&lt;br /&gt;Starlight - my group :D goo~ starlight! lol&lt;br /&gt;Acorn - thought it was aircon or akon or something at first x.x&lt;br /&gt;Pronto - spelt like this?&lt;br /&gt;shit, i forgot the 4th group name .x.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i don't know about other groups but we called out instructor :&lt;br /&gt;Commando Fast.&lt;br /&gt;lol, no idea why commando but the 'Fast' is given by the camp chief.&lt;br /&gt;hm ;/ group 3 instructor's 'name' is bumble-bee, no idea why also, given by cc(camp chief)&lt;br /&gt;the rest, can't rmb. x.x&lt;br /&gt;once we reached there, we placed our bags in our dorms, according to which group lah,&lt;br /&gt;group 1 ; dorm 1&lt;br /&gt;group 2; dorm 2&lt;br /&gt;and so on. I remember after that, we had our flag drawing session and the rest doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;were thinking of a cheer. Prob is, we don't have any ideas !  D:&lt;br /&gt;well, whateveer .&lt;br /&gt;then we went for our bonding session, or is it?&lt;br /&gt;can't really remember, my stm disease is activated.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went for our RCC - Rope Challenge Course .&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what was it, but something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I went to try first at the station where you climb up to the top and you walk on the plank,&lt;br /&gt;with 4 ropes like this :&lt;br /&gt;____l________l________l_______l&lt;br /&gt;yup. and of course, the rope is hanging up for you to grab as you proceed on walking,&lt;br /&gt;either to the left or right. for me, i walked from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;was hard as it went from low to high. the height level i mean. and by high,&lt;br /&gt;is not that high, like a slope lah.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up when climbing down. can't climb down. the rope is too tight, or short.&lt;br /&gt;so i just let myself off when climbing down.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;except when I was upstairs, i was like, mygosh!&lt;br /&gt;can't climb anymoree! but at least i did it lah,&lt;br /&gt;there won't be a next time, i hope!&lt;br /&gt;then, we went back to the MPH, which i have no idea what it is, but, like a assembly area.&lt;br /&gt;with shelter. lol.&lt;br /&gt;argh can't rmb T~T.&lt;br /&gt;but after dinner, we went for night walk. two at a time.&lt;br /&gt;and lol, it's not scary, it's not even dark, due to the street lights, all this.&lt;br /&gt;but alot of mud! Mosquitoes especially! D:&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we have our debrief and supper,&lt;br /&gt;then back to sleep ^^&lt;br /&gt;and it's like, damn cold x.x,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on the upper bunk, the lower bunk no space ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;14Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up ard, 5.55am.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to sleep for another additional 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i woke up at 6.15 !&lt;br /&gt;i didnt turn on the alarm ;/&lt;br /&gt;then went to prepare, and have some PT in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;then breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy in my group that wastes food .__.&lt;br /&gt;that tall tall guy.&lt;br /&gt;lol, shall not talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;then, went to play 'Laser Quest'&lt;br /&gt;using guns to shoot people,&lt;br /&gt;a toy gun uh, no water nor bullet!&lt;br /&gt;just some gun that can senser that can sense you being shoot down; 'killed'&lt;br /&gt;it's fun, but my team lacks planning x:&lt;br /&gt;we just charge, lol. haha, but i think i also never follow instructions one ;/&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went for kayaking :D !&lt;br /&gt;it's hell -.-&lt;br /&gt;we had to move 35 kayak to the shore and was like damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, we succeeded. phew ~&lt;br /&gt;and i paired myself with adeline. :D&lt;br /&gt;then, linda and mutiarah's kayak had a hole, they are like sinking as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;they went back went we kayak to the middle of the sea and lined up with each other,&lt;br /&gt;and the back people were standing and singing the school song.&lt;br /&gt;im one of the back people ^^&lt;br /&gt;then i saw mutiarah's kayak.. sinking, lol.&lt;br /&gt;then so, the instructor brought them back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;we followed suit as the weather were turning bad.&lt;br /&gt;stupid weather T~T.&lt;br /&gt;but carrying back those kayak is also another hell -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder why but when i was carrying the kayak, i felt like lol very extra, like, create more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... ahh well, whateveeeer. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards was lunch, and then, the em...&lt;br /&gt;those teamwork games lah.&lt;br /&gt;go from station 1 to staion 7.&lt;br /&gt;station 1 was, to built the tallest yet stable for 1.5mins made out of straws.&lt;br /&gt;juni, jannah, nandhini, singonn sir and me were trying hard to help by using our 'eye-power'&lt;br /&gt;and 'eye-power' works :D&lt;br /&gt;we wanted the rest of the members to kick in their initiative.&lt;br /&gt;well, we had fun watching them building up and they passed with a 50 although it lasted less than 10seconds.&lt;br /&gt;we hinted to them pyramid , by the equation 1/3 or 1/2 X base area X height.&lt;br /&gt;seems like they didnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;x.x , the next station, let me recall...&lt;br /&gt;is the abc game. ( i call it the abc lah, since it is related to the alphabets)&lt;br /&gt;there is a big circle where inside contains a -z letters of those kids play with the puzzle thing.&lt;br /&gt;then each of use need to run from point a to where the point those letters are. like&lt;br /&gt;a ______ b( the point where a-z letters are placed.&lt;br /&gt;and need to step from a to z in 22 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, must step in order and only one people can step in at a time.&lt;br /&gt;step wrong, restart. must run from point a to b and step again.&lt;br /&gt;at first we took 1min 27seconds.&lt;br /&gt;then we changed our strategy.&lt;br /&gt;and we made it from 57 seconds, to 27 seconds, to 25, 24, and 23.&lt;br /&gt;the instructor passed us :D due to our effort hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then we chiong to the 3rd station.&lt;br /&gt;is when everybody must jump across the rope.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like after minus juni and singonn sir ( idk spell correct his name or not ;/)&lt;br /&gt;they cant play - medical condition. x.x&lt;br /&gt;then jannah and nandhini was holding the rope at both ends.&lt;br /&gt;so , we made at least 5 jumps xD .&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went to, hm, challenge valley!&lt;br /&gt;slide into mud one! i didn go lah. heng i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;too stinky le, that smell D:&lt;br /&gt;but *claps* for those who did it :D it's fun actually heehee.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, hm, went to err, the the station which belongs to our commando fast lol!&lt;br /&gt;the aim is to make the water boil.&lt;br /&gt;which it did, and then we went to the last station i guess? which is&lt;br /&gt;like er, minesweeper.&lt;br /&gt;from one end walk to the other end, but must find the correct paths. ;D&lt;br /&gt;mostly thanks to fanny for this one ;D&lt;br /&gt;ahh, don't feel like explaning.&lt;br /&gt;also got one station, which i am too lazy to say it, except my group is divided into 3 small groups.&lt;br /&gt;then, my group is always the last. i think mostly due to me lah. i can't balance myself&lt;br /&gt;nor walk straight. not after my operation ;/&lt;br /&gt;then, so, argh. damn tired loh that day.&lt;br /&gt;and before we know it. it's time for campfire !&lt;br /&gt;haha, and as always, mr wong is as hyper as ever. he cracks us up !&lt;br /&gt;especially his " Gimme one tengyao clap!"&lt;br /&gt;and his " teletubies"&lt;br /&gt;definitely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i like pronto cheer :D it's nice heehee.&lt;br /&gt;you can read it from linda's blog :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm, then the end of the campfiree D:&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, can't sleep till 1am plus D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time pass so fast. and today i'm gonna go home&lt;br /&gt;missing commando fast, trainers, my groupmates, and especially the camp food and the fun&lt;br /&gt;we went for a walk around the campsite, literally finding any rubbish on the way.&lt;br /&gt;but to me, it's like taking a stroll as there isn't any, and even if there is, its not much&lt;br /&gt;so, we took one last group photo, and a whole team photo together with the trainers.&lt;br /&gt;argh, sad that now that it had ended x.x&lt;br /&gt;but, i'll miss it :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-8550112541811488509?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8550112541811488509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8550112541811488509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8550112541811488509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8550112541811488509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3454609848977741985</id><published>2009-11-06T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:02:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post (:</title><content type='html'>The past few days were all red cross, therefore, no time for slacking!!&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, 7 plus already!&lt;br /&gt;Bathe, eat. 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sleep. 10 plus x.x&lt;br /&gt;Argh, no time for online, and study! D:l&lt;br /&gt;Last time went to Sakura with Yimin and Kangle.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, suke nande!&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to post the pictures. 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SvV0r93x3pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VS_nRmVcwe0/s200/Photo0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401351626792492690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawwwn. gota go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;damn tired x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3454609848977741985?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3454609848977741985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3454609848977741985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3454609848977741985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3454609848977741985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-post.html' title='Random post (:'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SvV5bbAiO7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NhPRDRUKFLA/s72-c/yimin+is+eating+ice-cream.+or+is+that+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9077091739486462283</id><published>2009-10-30T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:32:07.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, today went to get my results, and so, i got many negative comments D:&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crying, and i did, but i hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Argh,&lt;br /&gt; 不是我不要读书！是因为我不管读多少都不明白的！&lt;br /&gt;我要努力。可我做不到！嗨。。&lt;br /&gt;lol, felt like writing chinese,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what I meant in the above was,&lt;br /&gt;' Is not I don't want to study! But is b'cause no matter how hard I study, I also won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I want to work hard, but I can't!'&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how much of a failure I am.&lt;br /&gt;x: argh! Actually, I am one of the people dropping to 4N/retain in 3Express level, but `cher pang chance and&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted to Sec 4Express. But that means I have to work as hard so as to make sure I do well in the O'levels.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Mdm Ruby saying all those negative thing I also no words to say, I know I cmi.&lt;br /&gt;I needa a tutor! And urgently! D:l !&lt;br /&gt;Just now tried doing my maths 10-yr series assesment, and yet, I only know out of er, 7 or 8 whole questions or something, I only know how to do 3 question. And like, 1a, 1b, 2a. Still got a lot more questions, like more than 10.  Hiae.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously need help in Maths, Chemistry, Physics, Food and Nutrition, Social Studies, Geography, Chinese and that is like all my subjects ._. ''' .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, no idea how to start and how to improve my studies. D:l !&lt;br /&gt;x.x, i'll start off with the reduced usage of my computer usage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-9077091739486462283?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9077091739486462283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9077091739486462283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9077091739486462283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9077091739486462283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/argh-today-went-to-get-my-results-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-6461386814803882120</id><published>2009-10-24T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:57:16.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promotion Day is on Monday. Hope that I can be promoted to 4E.&lt;br /&gt;If i do, I promise I'll study hard everyday, 24/7,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever work I am given.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put in triple of my effort when studying.&lt;br /&gt;I just know my results of my Overall x.x&lt;br /&gt;English i got like, 64 ?  a B4.&lt;br /&gt;Was aiming for B3 T_T&lt;br /&gt;My EOY did so badly. I failed paper 2 and paper 1 letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;My compo helped me to pass my paper, got a 20/30.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow write also can. Thought I would fail..&lt;br /&gt;But argh I fail paper 2!&lt;br /&gt;My chinese for the first time I passed and my overall result, adding the CA1&amp;amp;2,SA1&amp;amp;2,&lt;br /&gt;I got a 50. Just nice ^^ C6!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;For my maths, My class has a total of 40. My rank is 40. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;I never really look at my marks, cause I only look at the rank. Didnt see my marks.&lt;br /&gt;I so dense sia! I think I get 28.3. Or something..&lt;br /&gt;For my Science, okay I improved^^ From F9 to E8. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;For my Food And Nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;This one I also improved ^^ F9 to D7. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Left 2.5 to pass. My EOY i studied from 2am till 7am. And I FAILED WITH the marks,&lt;br /&gt;38.5/100.&lt;br /&gt;This just so sucks my life D:&lt;br /&gt;Last Minute Study mah.... D:&lt;br /&gt;My Humanities D: !!!&lt;br /&gt;My Social Studies failed by 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;I get 24/50 D:l !!&lt;br /&gt;My geography...&lt;br /&gt;no words to say&lt;br /&gt;I study so hard for Tropical Rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;I get 15/25.&lt;br /&gt;T~T&lt;br /&gt;Then now, the third question Development, I get...... 1/25&lt;br /&gt;What the....&lt;br /&gt;D: total i get 16/25 but moderate 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;so 17/50. STILL FAIL T~T&lt;br /&gt;suan.&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;English - B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - C5&lt;br /&gt;Humanities - D7&lt;br /&gt;FNN - D7&lt;br /&gt;Science - E8&lt;br /&gt;Maths - F9&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-6461386814803882120?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6461386814803882120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=6461386814803882120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6461386814803882120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6461386814803882120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/promotion-day-is-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1951343334412983782</id><published>2009-10-21T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:31:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection/noitcelfeR</title><content type='html'>Exam scripts gotten back, and disappointment was all I could felt.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really wonder, what had I been doing since from Secondary One till Secondary Three.&lt;br /&gt;Was it all play? Going out? AuditionSEA? Watching movies, mangas, animes? Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Did I even think about my actions when I failed my first paper in Secondary One? Or did I resolve myself to improve my studies after the failure?&lt;br /&gt;I thought that last minute studying can make me remember better but instead, I got the opposite effect.&lt;br /&gt;For English, I did not improved. I deproved.&lt;br /&gt;From a B4 to a C5. Barely a pass.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my compo, I passed the paper as I failed my paper 2 and letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;For Geography, I did well for the Natural Vegetation topic but I did extremely badly for my&lt;br /&gt;Development by scoring a 1 out of 25.&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in F9.&lt;br /&gt;For Social Studies, I didn't study Sri Lanka's Chapters therefore scored badly with 24/50.&lt;br /&gt;Just a mark to pass!!&lt;br /&gt;For Combined-Science, my chemistry was not done well. As usual, a F9.&lt;br /&gt;Same for my physics, i did not do well, but i got an E8.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 40/100.&lt;br /&gt;I think, my future may include dropping to NA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1951343334412983782?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1951343334412983782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1951343334412983782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1951343334412983782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1951343334412983782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflectionnoitcelfer.html' title='Reflection/noitcelfeR'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4012034643321168313</id><published>2009-10-15T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:34:26.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D:l'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argh'/><title type='text'>I feel like killing someone now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow needa bring a hula-hoop to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wonder how i gonna bring it home. GG liao lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh! Whenever i think of my NCO tee, I really want to murder the cleaner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't he just wait a day then throw the shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few hours jiu throw, argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow going to Boon Lay Garden Pri for Cadet Link Thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh, x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired, tired, tired and more tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think, im the tool that invokes everyone's anger D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;hiae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;im not caring it anymore! D:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a feeling im dropping to NA, and i don't wanna disappoint my parents, hiae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have no hope for combined science, chinese, maths, humanities. Maybe English got a little hope but not that much hope. Especially Food And Nutrition, I'm gonna flunk it with a F9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And my niece is crying her head off and argh im stressed up D:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4012034643321168313?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4012034643321168313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4012034643321168313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4012034643321168313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4012034643321168313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-killing-someone-now.html' title='I feel like killing someone now'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2835686042796721416</id><published>2009-10-11T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:30:19.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understand'/><title type='text'>what did i do wrong</title><content type='html'>yawwn ~ &lt;div&gt;damn tired x.x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 5 in the morn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a terrible stomachache, cant even stand P_q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, later going out buy SS501 album :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i'll continue this later x:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-2835686042796721416?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2835686042796721416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2835686042796721416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2835686042796721416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2835686042796721416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-i-do-wrong.html' title='what did i do wrong'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4815853251971920254</id><published>2009-10-09T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:05:36.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no words to say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths sucks, totally! D:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paper one was okay but initially Paper Two was hard, but not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;At least i still have a little confidence of passing. About 0.000000001%. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I was only at question one when i glance at the clock and it's 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im taking my sweet time and i begin to skip questions and all the way to the graph question and i only know how to draw the graph but I don't even know how to solve the equation.&lt;br /&gt;Argh x.x I completed the graph at about 12.20 and I re-write my question one till 3 on another piece of paper, as i done them in a hurry and even me myself i see i also don't know what i writing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, not enough time finish lol, then when the paper end i still at there chiong. gg liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest depends on my science MCQ and FNN! Must pass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4815853251971920254?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4815853251971920254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4815853251971920254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4815853251971920254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4815853251971920254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-sucks-totally-d-well-paper-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3856381698438985430</id><published>2009-10-05T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:06:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE (:&lt;br /&gt;SS501 (:&lt;br /&gt;and Taylor Swift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3856381698438985430?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3856381698438985430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3856381698438985430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3856381698438985430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3856381698438985430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9182953279698657496</id><published>2009-09-30T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:16:22.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Can I even survive like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese = F9 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st section, i only know how to write a word. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest, i am not caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll depend on my fnn and humanities/com-science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never on maths as I know myself well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't pass Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since you think I like then your problem? I don't care already. Why bother about these minor things and I don't kinda give a damn about it anymore. Well, don't assume. What think what what. You think like then like. Which I tell you already, NO? Well, i thought you was joking - no, dun give me zzz - i don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loss For Words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-9182953279698657496?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9182953279698657496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9182953279698657496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9182953279698657496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9182953279698657496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-i-even-survive-like-this.html' title='Can I even survive like this?'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8443740088447707345</id><published>2009-09-20T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:32:05.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing range of Maths to me is F9</title><content type='html'>14SEPT09&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yuliany today.&lt;br /&gt;Late for 30mins D:!&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRY!&lt;br /&gt;then, Hui Lyn arrived soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Hui Lyn is better than Yuliany okay!&lt;br /&gt;haha, cheh.&lt;br /&gt;Both good lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to KFC sit down look at YG magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Then cut cut cut.&lt;br /&gt;Hor! Yuliany cut till magazine LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then yada yada yada~ she teach me maths lol.&lt;br /&gt;AND I got my new handphone ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25SEPT09&lt;br /&gt;Today Maths Test, for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I know how to do. Except for the last question.&lt;br /&gt;And i made a minor mistake in question 2.&lt;br /&gt;i tot all in 3.s.f. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Money become 3.s.f also.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for early recess at 9.45am. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Cause later pratical test D: SA de one&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;Then argh! Physics was easy, you just measure the length and draw draw draw.&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off is the damn chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt notice there is LIMEWATER.&lt;br /&gt;Why write so small! I pajiao LEY!&lt;br /&gt;walao, then my answer become sulphate and it's carbonate.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i keep try, never get the gas i want.&lt;br /&gt;I tot it's carbon dioxide but no limewater how to test!&lt;br /&gt;but it's actually the brown sodium hydroxide ._.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO! D:&lt;br /&gt;then oral worst, i did badly, pronounce many words wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;RAWH!&lt;br /&gt;Then i know i saw gavin lol, and i was like wtf? ( when i was waiting for my turn, i aft marcus)&lt;br /&gt;I forget he got oral.&lt;br /&gt;Then, saw kangle.&lt;br /&gt;Then, saw teckwen and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Then when during conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I say already also no use, my sentence say till half, the teacher turn behind go scold teckwen wtf.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Then i forget what i want to say and she look at me like continue please.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw Linda haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to 3E3 classroom lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alan was there too o.o&lt;br /&gt;Noob kangle! New hp dun wan show.&lt;br /&gt;lol, blurvin was asking me show me the face he made during primary school.&lt;br /&gt;then he say i small mouth o.o&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards went to canteen, then slack here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Saw gavin and kangle went off o.o lol&lt;br /&gt;Linda went off with yeting(?)&lt;br /&gt;then i alone D:&lt;br /&gt;then read, then argh. hate the feeling x:&lt;br /&gt;then asked teckwen let me do thing if not feel uneasy lol.&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, afterwards did maths, lol was saying how noob im D:&lt;br /&gt;hey i cant calculate fast!&lt;br /&gt;Fabian so pro yah. ._. lol cheh.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to sent khoi lam off, then i suggest waiting for yuuu.&lt;br /&gt;lol. then afterwards went off with additional people &gt;&gt; jingwen, zhengwei, yvonne, fabian, adrain&lt;br /&gt;haha, went to jp with yuu.&lt;br /&gt;lol, haha, then went home after going to shops? lol.&lt;br /&gt;and read finish photogenic life. = touching. D:&lt;br /&gt;ok. and im such a nooob in audi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8443740088447707345?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8443740088447707345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8443740088447707345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8443740088447707345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8443740088447707345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-range-of-maths-to-me-is-f9.html' title='Passing range of Maths to me is F9'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7509200147545081178</id><published>2009-09-14T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:15:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, so another missing item, ehem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY MATHS BOOK ONE ! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;need to redo all, ohmygod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gambatte~ ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evY2_Ibgai4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evY2_Ibgai4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GUYS, WATCH THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND YOU"LL SEE WHAT AN ASS KANYE WEST IS! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW CAN HE INSULT TAYLOR SWIFT? SHOWING ME, NAH, THE WHOLE WORLD HIS PECKY ATTITUDE?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D:l ! TAYLOR'S IS ONLY 19 ?&lt;/span&gt; And hey, Beyonce has alot more MV's right? So of course it's nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-.-, But, hey? It's Taylor's first ? o____o ? , And Beyonce may have won before? So, the old generation should let the new generation win sometime, right? Hey Kanye West, your obession for Beyonce, has truly insulted her, in a way yah know? -.- , saying you think she should be the best female artiste, but hey, saying out loud, thought of her feelings yah? no ? only yours right? think that you say she will win ? -.- , hell no, winner's should be treated as a winner. not like some display for you to take and exchange okay? hey, i believe beyonce is happy to have a fan, but, to say it publicly, out on the stage, and hurting taylor, i believe she is not gonna be happy about it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PEOPLE, KANYE WEST IS DUMBASS, DORK.&lt;br /&gt;im not sorry for saying that, cause, he deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7509200147545081178?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7509200147545081178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7509200147545081178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7509200147545081178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7509200147545081178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-another-missing-item-ehem.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4668917490156309618</id><published>2009-09-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:13:18.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>This is irritating,&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow and i realised i didnt studied.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im gonna fail EOY.&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;DIE!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hiae. no mood to go school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;with the loss of my nco tee, never study for EOY and loss of my hp.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4668917490156309618?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4668917490156309618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4668917490156309618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4668917490156309618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4668917490156309618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1618263751551370721</id><published>2009-09-12T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:54:24.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KimHyunJoong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Squ09T9AElI/AAAAAAAAAGw/epB841lxzrc/s1600-h/khj+hiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380593145245340242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Squ09T9AElI/AAAAAAAAAGw/epB841lxzrc/s200/khj+hiae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Squ0pNZQNJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1As3YpMbsS4/s1600-h/khj+in+thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592799887406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Squ0pNZQNJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1As3YpMbsS4/s200/khj+in+thailand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;KIMHYUNJOONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KHJ was participating in a series of promotional events in Japan and was said to be running a temperature and underwent a series of tests which gave positive results to the disease, H1N1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will be receiving treatment in a Japanese hospital and will be quarantined indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, KHJ starred in the hit Korean drama Boys Over Flowers, was recently in Japan over the weekend with his fellow cast members to promote the release of the drama's DVD set and photobook. During the event, it was discovered that he was running a temperature. Kim then decided to consume some medication and wait for the temperature to subside. As he was still running a temperature on the second day of the event, Kim sat out of the activities and stayed in the dormitories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a consistently high temperature, they finally decided to seek medical attention and KHJ was diagnosed to be down with H1N1 after a series of tests were conducted. He has no choice but to continue remaining in Japan until his condition picks up. His fellow group members of SS501 have already made their return to Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Kim requires an indefinite period of time to rest and recuperate, SS501's original plans to release their latest album in mid-September have been shelved back. However, plans to visit China on the 13th this month for a performance will resume as per normal for the remaining four band members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it was also rumoured that YoungSaeng got H1N1 as he stayed back with KHJ, being close friends, while the rest of the members went back to Korea first. Well, YoungSaeng said it was a groundless rumour so fans of YoungSaeng don't worry!! On 10 Sept, YoungSaeng went back. KimHyunJoong is gonna be bored D: in the hospital for a month already x.x !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GETWELLSOOON :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[Well, KimHyunJoong said he is recovering and told his fans to not worry about him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope he recovers fast! :D and live till 1000 ++ lol .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/url?q=http://www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/nation/2009/09/113_51522.html&amp;amp;ei=GLKrStLAIImBkQXajv2VBg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=news_group&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFjtcnSnYLW_FrvafYmM0XZrGWOCA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7178204191688718948</id><published>2009-09-10T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:19:41.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maintain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people go through life with a handful of real friends, and a crate full of acquaintances. A friendship, like any other relationship, takes time to cultivate and build. Like a seedling, it is planted, cared for, fed nutrients, observed and appreciated as it grows into something flourishing and beautiful. In order to grow the very best friendship, it is necessary to put in the time and effort to maintain a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be an equal contributor to the friendship. Make sure your intentions are one of a giving nature, and not one of expectation. This means you are willing to give to the relationship so that it grows, and that the giving should be mutual. You do not want a one-sided friendship where you are constantly giving of yourself, while the other person sucks all your efforts dry without contributing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learn to listen. Sometimes, a friend is not looking for an opinion or advice, but rather a sounding board to vent to. They often know what they need to do and have to do, but being able to express an uninterrupted thought may help them arrive at a more positive way to handle the situation. Of course, there will be times where a friend will elicit your non-judgmental advice, and then you want to give them the responsible words that will help them through the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspire and encourage your friend. A true friend will be the other person’s best cheerleader. They will encourage them to make responsible decisions and motivate them to be the best person they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;Be tactful when pointing out a friend’s mistakes. You have to realize that they may not be aware of the mistake they made or may have felt justified in what they did. Use a good example, be sincere and honest, but do not harp on the situation till you are blue in the face. You will both wind up walking away with hurt feelings and a possible loss of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try not to be a clingy, needy and controlling friend. A healthy friendship needs breathing room, and a quality friendship will withstand the test of time and distance. Sure, you may enjoy spending time with this person, but you do not want to stifle the friendship by being with them all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make sure you are reliable and can be counted on. In other words, saying you will be somewhere, means you will be there, and, when you cannot be, you are courteous enough to contact them ahead of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Know when to agree to disagree. It is okay to have differences of opinion, because that is what makes each person in the friendship unique and interesting. But, arguing over little things that are really insignificant and petty can and will destroy the friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learn to keep private information private. When a friend confides in you with private information, it should remain between you two and not be blabbed to anyone else. Unless, the private information is something that leads you to believe the friend is in danger or in a harmful situation, then you should help them seek out help. This may involve seeking the advice of a third party, a professional that can help you best assist the friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Share and celebrate successes, milestones and accomplishments, as well as be the shoulder for the not so good times. Who better to share the good and the bad with than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;taken from : &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2150199_maintain-a-friendship.html"&gt;http://www.ehow.com/how_2150199_maintain-a-friendship.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7178204191688718948?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7178204191688718948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7178204191688718948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7178204191688718948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7178204191688718948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-people-go-through-life-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2118238801525040047</id><published>2009-09-09T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:01:02.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September sucks ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, this month, since the start of sept, i've been down in luck and prone to accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like this sat, lost my RedCross Nco Tee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, my hp was soaked in the swimming pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, had another fight w parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think if worst come to worst, my funeral month le o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-2118238801525040047?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2118238801525040047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2118238801525040047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2118238801525040047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2118238801525040047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-sucks.html' title='September sucks ):'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-978130047942668505</id><published>2009-09-07T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:40:05.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wanting to kill the cleaner already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;My nco tee, wtf, drop on floor, on sat, then is like, i didnt kno missing till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause, my sis uniform also hang on the pole, i didnt know mine was with hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pole is hanged sideways, then, i think my fangke, go hang her clothes, move the window open, then push the pole outward, and drop. I think she dont even know the pole drop -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she hang ard morn, then we afternoon then check, then got one pole missing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then cnnt find the pole, and i didnt think much abt it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzz, my rc tee cannt be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck lah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that cleaner uncle go throw away, walao, my life he go throw away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol, and out of anger, i make spoil my headset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf, then now my touchpad spoil also, cannot click. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf, idw talk liao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-978130047942668505?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/978130047942668505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=978130047942668505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/978130047942668505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/978130047942668505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-wanting-to-kill-cleaner-already.html' title='I&apos;m wanting to kill the cleaner already.'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1225986818333477073</id><published>2009-09-07T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:47:17.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn this somenoob, argh. i will have my revenge. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1225986818333477073?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1225986818333477073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1225986818333477073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1225986818333477073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1225986818333477073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-this-somenoob-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8052125336820946928</id><published>2009-09-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:39:17.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tio DARE! x.x kyuuu IDIOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378410317690611506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqPzsBo-pzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/av5G-pepu4E/s200/LOLS!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8052125336820946928?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8052125336820946928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8052125336820946928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8052125336820946928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8052125336820946928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-tio-dare-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqPzsBo-pzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/av5G-pepu4E/s72-c/LOLS!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5796082705075471732</id><published>2009-09-04T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:41:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqEbJACBxnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NsuvdqPtYio/s1600-h/big_t_ionanthamexico2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqEbJACBxnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NsuvdqPtYio/s200/big_t_ionanthamexico2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609271498360434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqEbJ6ZnRzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WjECJH7GjTo/s1600-h/big_t_ionantha_mexico_flwr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqEbJ6ZnRzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WjECJH7GjTo/s200/big_t_ionantha_mexico_flwr.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609287166543666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe,  this is how the airplant: Tillandsia, will look like when it becomes mature. lol !&lt;br /&gt;Renamed as the 'cute thing' o.o LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And kangle, just wait. Mine will outgrown you rawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, todey is so cool. No fnn test :D&lt;br /&gt;Then aft fnn, we chiong t change and we grab something t eat and as normal,&lt;br /&gt;ICT :D , sat with lingxiu X:&lt;br /&gt;then haha, listened to Khoi Lam's MP3, - First Song : Sorry Sorry by Super Junior!&lt;br /&gt;then, heard Access singing the D.Gray Man starting theme, Double and Trust?&lt;br /&gt;Spell like that?&lt;br /&gt;haha, nice :D and fun :D&lt;br /&gt;except that tw BULLY .&lt;br /&gt;Then, wtf, got red ants the size of my thumb? lol . kns, BULLY keep point at the ants,&lt;br /&gt;make fun of me. D: i scare cannt meh. they look so.. lol D: and, i rmebered got red ants climbing&lt;br /&gt;on top of the roof but facing us one at malaysia. that i was.. D: i scare drop down D:&lt;br /&gt;lol. then saw the heart-shaped plant! CUTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;we also saw the largest mudskipper. lol.&lt;br /&gt;ken's pen drop into the mud lol, careless x.x .&lt;br /&gt;aw, today lesson was fun :D !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sian for me today. was like standing/siting. nothing to do D: during cca.&lt;br /&gt;aw, so iffah told me to command i was like o.o&lt;br /&gt;oh shitty, i pass my gold due to my tyco-ness .&lt;br /&gt;how D: i sucks at command ley D:&lt;br /&gt;i tried and ew. i failed D:&lt;br /&gt;i am a fail commander. lol.&lt;br /&gt;that only knows how to tyco lol !&lt;br /&gt;then chatted with one of the cadets and lol, know some info abt their religion.&lt;br /&gt;complicated yet interesting xD&lt;br /&gt;then, dismissal. Mrs Tan called us wait for her blah.&lt;br /&gt;well, will end here x:&lt;br /&gt;aft that was .... lol  . too D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5796082705075471732?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5796082705075471732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5796082705075471732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5796082705075471732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5796082705075471732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/hehe-this-is-how-airplant-tillandsia.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/SqEbJACBxnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NsuvdqPtYio/s72-c/big_t_ionanthamexico2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5295889086558737932</id><published>2009-09-02T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:29:59.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2SEPT09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo guys , lol . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Currently at com lab , killing time :C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sian ley , SL project didnt go D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;only tomorrow than go, ben lai want go today then mark my name, then run off to redcross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but now, im stuck in com lab with karmin, haha . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;had fun talking with her ;D , etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;x: , awww sian D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt go home take my laptop come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3SEPT09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was just laughing laughing laughing daay ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the few times in my life, i didnt sleep in class today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;also, i think i will pass my chinese :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today was fun, the SL project. went ard taking photos w yuliany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and talked and played with khoi lam ;DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, gtg , will make this a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyw, today was fun! lol . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;except when that BULLY keep take my thing don't want return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-5295889086558737932?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5295889086558737932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5295889086558737932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5295889086558737932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5295889086558737932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/2sept09-yo-guys-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2830256554416882773</id><published>2009-08-30T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:18:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right now but my life is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story. At this moment I’m sitting at ‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past few months, but the water reflected the true me. Inside I’m still the same person.&lt;br /&gt;I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve done for him and make him love me back. But I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon, my love for him will still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one fateful day. It all started out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 1993&lt;br /&gt;You better come back here you good for nothing brat!”&lt;br /&gt;I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I’m always afraid of. I winced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she’ll be gone, her love remains with me always.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?’ So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;My closet door suddenly opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you are you wicked girl!”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;*Whack whack whack.*&lt;br /&gt;I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;“Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be so poor now!”&lt;br /&gt;I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’t breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in.&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and said, “I think she had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack. Calm down and let’s have dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner and make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about—“&lt;br /&gt;But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I didn’t want to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.”&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My stepmom’s temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out.&lt;br /&gt;“That’ll be $3.49.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked. “Umm…Mr. Choi. That’s impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why don’t you keep the change for yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. Choi…I..I can’t do that,” I said as I handed him 20.&lt;br /&gt;He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don’t give you any money.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up or I’ll kill you!”&lt;br /&gt;I shut my mouth instantly. I didn’t want to die yet. In the moon’s reflection I got a good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked a little bit older than me. His face and clothes were dirty but he had really good features so I could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this was not a time to think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give me all your money or I’ll kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned me down and hit me. I kicked him hard, right into his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently damaged him. Besides, since my life is hell already, I didn’t want him to go through it too. So I turned back.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to the alley, the boy was still lying on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head no. “I’m sorry,” I said to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. “If you need money, then here. All I have is ten dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this weird expression that I couldn’t read. I picked up my groceries and this time I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was walking away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the girl who had just walked away. She must be the nicest or dumbest person in this world,’ he thought.&lt;br /&gt;He began to stand up but had to use the wall for balance. That girl had kicked him a little too hard. Ji Won had just run away from home again. He had run away so many times that the alley was his second home. When he ran away he always stole his parents’ money.&lt;br /&gt;They were the richest people in all of Hawaii but they were also the most messed up family. His dad would have a lot of women with him and would betray a friend if it would bring him money. His mom, on the other hand, was an exact duplicate of his dad. She always had these young men around her and spent money like crazy. His parents were divorced and lived on opposite ends of Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;‘Bitch and bastard,’ thought Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;When he ran away this time, he didn’t have the chance to steal any money from his dad. So he had no choice but to rob somebody. When he saw the young girl walking out of the store, she seemed to be the perfect target. But things didn’t turn out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won kept wondering why the girl gave him the money even though he could have killed her. Ji Won knew he couldn’t take the money because she was the first person in his messed up life that was nice to him because she wanted to be, not because she wanted something from him. He wanted to give the money back.&lt;br /&gt;When he gained some of his strength back, he began to chase her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I was greeted by the usual words. ‘Ugly wretch, wicked girl, freeloader, etc.’ but luckily I made it through dinner fine. When dinner ended, my parents went to sleep leaving me with the dishes. I cleaned the table and washed the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I also took out the trash and then suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. My attacker turned me around to face him. It was the same boy I met in the alley. I began to panic.&lt;br /&gt;“I gave you all my money already! What more do you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;He raised a finger to his lips and tried to shush me. I felt one of my attacks coming on. I started to hyperventilate and couldn’t breathe. I was beginning to black out.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the girl who looked like she was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God! Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was the girl’s turn to shake her head no. Then she collapsed in his arms. Ji Won didn’t know what to do but he had to save her life. He began to give her mouth to mouth.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on,” he whispered to her. “Breathe. Don’t die on me.”&lt;br /&gt;After a while she began coughing and opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and saw a blurry object heading towards me. Then I felt something soft pressing against my lips and I felt a gust of air. Then I realized the boy was giving me air. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I blushed and gently pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you for saving me. I’m okay now.”&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned slightly red. “Uhh…you’re welcome. You kinda scared me there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about that. Well, what is it that you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Here.” He handed me back the same ten dollars I had given him. I looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s okay. Keep it. I think you need it or you wouldn’t have tried to rob me.”&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head. “No. I just wanted to borrow it only. I don’t take charity. Well, goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;Just as he walked away, I heard his stomach grumble. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh. Since he didn’t take charity, I said, “Um, hey. I just made some food and I don’t know if it’s good or not. I need a guinea pig because I don’t want to serve it to my parents if it isn’t and besides, you did save my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at her. ‘Why is she being so nice to me?’ he thought. He knew she was just saying that because she heard him say he doesn’t want charity. Ji Won’s stomach was growling like crazy. He hasn’t eaten for 2 days already and the mention of food was killing him.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, okay. I guess I’ll be your guinea pig since I have nothing to do.”&lt;br /&gt;He studied her face as she smiled at him. ‘She’s pretty,’ he thought as he smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6&lt;br /&gt;I let the boy wait outside as I got some of the leftover mee-yuk-gook for him. He finished it in less than a minute. Then he leaned back and sighed. Out of nowhere, he let out a burp. I had to giggle. He looked at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about that.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated before I asked him the next question. “Umm…so what’s your name?” He glanced at me and then stared at the ground. I could tell he was debating to tell me his real name or not. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to telling me his name. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at her surprised. “No! It isn’t that!” he yelled. She stared back at him surprised too. Then he lowered his voice. “I’m sorry. Please don’t misunderstand.”&lt;br /&gt;She nodded her head slowly and Ji Won can tell that she was confused. Ji Won felt that he could trust her and he wanted her to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Eun Ji Won and you are?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nam Mi-Na, but call me Mina. It’s easier to remember.”&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave him the sweetest smile. Ji Won felt his heart beat a little faster when she smiled at him. He blushed and looks away.&lt;br /&gt;“So uh, how old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“13,” she replied. “And you Ji Wonee?”&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when she called him that. “I’m 15,” he said turning back to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;“15?” I asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Where are your parents oppa? You’re too young to be living in the streets.”&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged his shoulders. “I can take care of myself.” I gave him a doubting look because he was trying to pull that tough guy act on me. “It’s okay though,” he told me. “I have a family. It’s just that things are bad at home so I’m just getting away from it for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;‘So he ran away,’ I figured out.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that Ji Won was a good person. “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” He shook his head. “How about staying in my room then,” I offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at Mina. ‘Did she just offer him a place to stay?’&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won?” Mina asked as she waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won shook his head and snapped out of it. She placed her hand on his knee. “Oppa, I asked if you want to stay in my room for tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was so touched that he felt his heartache. No one had ever cared about him so much but he didn’t want to feel as though he owed her. “No thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;Mina looked at him with her big sad eyes. “Please oppa? I’m afraid of the dark.” Ji Won smiled. He knew she was lying so he would say yes. For the first time in his life, Ji Won felt warm inside because now he is wanted. He let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;“Aigo Mina, okay. You talked me into it. But just for tonight though.”&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently, I led Ji Won into my room. My room was small and luckily, it was far away from my parents so they can’t hear much. I let Ji Won have the bed while I take the floor. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘Why does the floor have to be so cold and hard?’&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared down at Mina who was trying to sleep on the cold stone floor. He picked her up easily and lifted her onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;“Oppa? What are you doing?” I whispered as my eyes grew wide.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you trust me?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said. “This bed is small but it’ll fit both of us.”&lt;br /&gt;My eyes grew wider at what Ji Won had just said. But I had just told him that I trust him. I couldn’t take my words back so I had no choice but to sleep with him. We both got in my bed and slept side-by-side. I was so nervous, I couldn’t sleep. Ji Won, on the other hand, had no problem. He fell asleep instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head over to look at him. His face was so innocent like an angel when he was sleeping. Who would have thought he was such a devil when he’s awake and moving?&lt;br /&gt;An hour had passed and it was 3’ in the morning. I still couldn’t sleep. Suddenly something weird happen. Ji Won turned his entire body around and did a 360, kicking me.&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” I cried out but covered my mouth so my parents wouldn’t hear me. When he was done, he had this happy look on his face. At first I thought he was just playing with me but he really did do a 360 in his sleep. Suddenly he reached over and held me tight. My entire body went tense and rigid. I could feel Ji Won’s light breathing on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but now that Ji Won was this close (practically laying on top of me) made me feel better. It’s probably cause I’ve never been this close to a person in a long time. Soon I began to fall asleep too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 1993&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won opened his eyes and found himself laying partially on Mina’s body. He blushed and slowly moved away from her. Then he just lay near her watching her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it caught his eyes. The sleeves and pant legs of her pajamas were lifted up and he got a good look at her arms and legs. Dark purple bruises cover her entire body. There were several scars on her legs and arms too. Red lines run across her legs and it made Ji Won wince because it looked so painful.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t want to disturb Mina but he was really curious. She turned over and Ji Won lifted the back of her shirt. It was even worse than her legs. Ji Won opened his mouth lightly in shock and touched her bare back delicately, fearing that he might hurt her. Mina began to stir.&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I saw Ji Won looking at me with this sad expression on his face. “What’s wrong oppa?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Who did this to you?”&lt;br /&gt;Then he lifted the sleeve of my shirt. I opened my mouth in shock. I tried to hide it but I couldn’t believe he saw my bruises.&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to answer him, I heard my stepmom’s footsteps heading towards my room. “Oppa!” I yelled, turning back to Ji Won, who was rubbing my bruises. “You have to get out of here! My mom is coming!”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at me surprised but I opened my window for him to climb out. “Climb down this tree. Goodbye Ji Wonee,” I said to him with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won remained silent the whole time as he left her room. But he didn’t leave though. He sat on the branch of her tree and looked through her window. He couldn’t hear what Mina and her mom were talking about but he saw it.&lt;br /&gt;He saw Mina’s mom bring out a small wooden stick and whack Mina with it several times. Ji Won couldn’t take it anymore. He busted back into Mina’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at my stepmother in pain. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t know we’re supposed to have guests today.”&lt;br /&gt;She glared at me with cold hatred in her eyes. “Mr. Eun, of the Eun Hotel Empire all over Hawaii, is coming to visit us. Your father might get a promotion if we make a good impression! You’re supposed to be awake half an hour ago to prepare all of us tea! Now Mr. Eun is down there expecting tea! What am I supposed to do now huh?”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom began to breathe rapidly as her anger increased. I saw her raise that stick of hers again. I curled myself up hoping the pain would lessen but I know it wouldn’t so I prepared myself for the strike…&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won caught the stick just before it would hit Mina. Mina’s mother stared at Ji Won in surprise. Mina opened her eyes and stared at Ji Won in shock. He looked down at her.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina, are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won!” I screamed. “What are you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked back at me. “I came to save you from this evil bitch.”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom twisted her face in hate. “I knew you were trouble all this time Mina. How dare you bring this boy home? Wait until I tell your father about this!” Ji Won grabbed my stepmom’s arm to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;“You do that and I’ll have you fired!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won dumbfounded. ‘What is he talking about?’&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about you juvenile delinquent?!” snapped my stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;“I mean,” said Ji Won glaring at her. “That you’re having tea with my father right now and I’ll get you and your husband fired if you hit Mina one more time.”&lt;br /&gt;I look at Ji Won surprised. ‘Ji Won is the heir of the Eun Hotel Empire? His family is the richest in all of Hawaii!’&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom looked at Ji Won doubtfully. “If you’re his son, then how come you’re so filthy?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won gave her a smirk. “I know you want proof. How about all of us go down there to talk to my dad?”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom looked at him and thought, ‘This is the only way for real evidence. He might get us a promotion.’ Then she said, “Come on then, boy. Let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us came downstairs together. Ji Won had to help me down because my legs were too weak to support me. Ji Won helped me sit on the couch and he faced the strange man before me. Mr. Eun glared at Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi dad,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where the hell have you been Ji Won?” shouted Mr. Eun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family just watched them yell at each other. Ji Won shrugged his shoulders. “Around.” It made Mr. Eun really mad but he never hits Ji Won. He continued yelling. Ji Won didn’t really listen and after a while he cut his dad off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look dad, shut up about it already and we’ll talk about it at home.”&lt;br /&gt;‘Dang,’ I thought. ‘I could never talk to my parents like that.’&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun shuts up. “Okay son, we’ll talk about it at home.”&lt;br /&gt;Then Ji Won gestured his hand at my entire family. “The Nams were nice enough to let me stay at their house. You owe them dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun nodded. “Fine. Joon and Young A, you two just got a raise.”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom got so excited. “Thank you Mr. Eun!”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on Ji Won,” said Mr. Eun. “Let’s go home and have that talk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won brushed his dad’s hand ff his shoulder. “Later dad. I’ll be home in an hour.” His father glared at him. Ji Won glared back. “I said one hour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun knew Ji Won was stubborn. So he agreed. “Fine then. One hour.”After Mr. Eun left Ji Won talked to my parents. “Listen here,” he said as he sat down next to me. “I can get you hired and fired just like that.” And he snapped his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We know, we know,” said my stepmom sweetly, pouring Ji Won some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won didn’t drink it. “All I want is for you two to not touch Mina anymore. If I see another bruise on her, you know the consequences.” Ji Won held my hand the entire time he spoke with my parents. I felt a strange warmth going through me and I knew that right then and there I was falling in love with Eun Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad remained quiet while my stepmother talked. “Of course Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “Okay, and I’ll make sure you keep your promise.” Then Ji Won turned to face me. “Come on, let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked confused.&lt;br /&gt;“Go to my house with me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Go go!” said my stepmom pushing me towards Ji Won. “Have fun kids and stay out as long as you like.” I knew my stepmom was really ticked off but she was playing it off pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won continued holding my hand and never once did he let it go. The walk to his house took us 15 minutes and I was enjoying every minute of it. When we reached his house, Ji Won let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina,” he said softly. “Just stay quiet and let me do the talking okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head and we entered his house. His house was huge! I felt as though I’m a peasant walking through a castle. He even had a few maids and butlers who attended us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won led me to his room. It was nice and clean but there were a lot of holes all around his walls. I sat down on his bed as he went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he was done, he came out and sat next to me, holding my hand. I really am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, how come your walls have a lot of holes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged his shoulders and I massaged it for him. As he relaxed, he answered me. “Oh, it’s cause I fight with my parents a lot so I take it out on the walls.” Judging by the holes, I can tell that he was really angry every time he made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on,” he said. He lifted me up on his back and gave me a piggyback ride downstairs. He smelled so good now that he’s clean and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad was waiting for him in the den. I waited outside while Ji Won came into face his dad. Ji Won came in, uninterested in what his dad had to say. “What is it dad?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, son…this is getting to be very tiring. Every few weeks you would run away, leaving me and your mother worrying about you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smirked. “Sure you’re worried. That’s why you’re out with those hoes and mom’s out with those morons. It’s because I’m your only son. You’re just scared that when grandpa passes away he won’t put our family on the will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father got angry. “Well do you want it to end up on your uncle’s side?” Ji Won gave his dad a look that showed he didn’t care. His dad continued talking. “Since I managed to have a son and my brother have no kids, I have the advantage. Son, listen to me. You know you’re my heir. All my wealth will be pass down to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at his dad disgusted. “All you care about is money! You don’t care about me!” he yelled as he stormed out of the den. Ji Won slammed the door open and grabbed my hand.“Come on, let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused and didn’t know what had happened. Ji Won held my hand and took me to the beach near his house. On the sand there were these 2 huge rocks. Ji Won led me over there. He lifted me up and we sat side by side. We remained silent until Ji Won took a deep breath of the ocean air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love this place, don’t you?” he said to me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I returned his smile and held onto his hand tighter. “Ji Won, what’s wrong?” Ji Won avoided my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;I turned his chin to face me. “Come on, you know you can tell me.”&lt;br /&gt;He nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s my dad and this stupid feud he has with my uncle. They’re fighting over who will get the larger part in my grandpa’s will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…” I said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t it stupid?” he asked laughing. “My grandpa’s not even dead yet!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood what was bothering him. So I didn’t say anything because I know he doesn’t want me to worry about it. He threw a rock into the ocean and it skipped three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Why is it perfect?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Age ain’t nothing but a number right?” he asked me, changing the subject. I thought about it for a while and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since I’m older than you by two years, that makes me your oppa,” Ji Won said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup,” I answered, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled back. “I love you….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart my heart filled with a bubble of love but then Ji Won continued talking..”as a dongsang.” My bubble bursted. This was not what I had expected him to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won with wide eyes. I knew it was pretty forward of me but I had to ask. “Y…your….dongsang?” I managed to stutter out. Ji Won looked back at me with his puppyish eyes and smiled. He nodded his head gently. Have I been reading all his signs wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what do you say?” he asked. “Want to be my dongsang?” Even though it was breaking my heart, I had no choice but to agree. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I want to be your dongsang oppa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small silver knife. I stared at him with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, what are you going to do with that knife?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, “Do you trust me Mina?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head without hesitation. I trusted Ji Won with my whole heart. He smiled at me. “Good. Lower the back of your shirt.” Ji Won pulled the back of my shirt down. Then he used that knife to cut me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” I screamed in pain but he continued anyways. He carved a small ‘E’ onto my shoulder blade. My back was bleeding and he bandaged it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he handed the knife to me. “Here. Engrave your initial ‘M’ too cuz I don’t want to use the same last name as your mom.” My hand trembled as I held the knife. I didn’t want to hurt Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go ahead. Don’t worry, I can stand the pain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I engraved an ‘M’ onto Ji Won’s back. I was surprised because he didn’t let a tear drop or cry out in pain. I bandaged him and he acted as if nothing had happen. When it was over, he held me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held onto Ji Won tightly as if he was going to leave me. I know he only thinks of me as his little dongsang but it feels nice holding him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won held onto Mina, his smiling face instantly turned sad. He wanted to say ‘Mina, I love you as a girlfriend’ so she would be his forever but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the type to admit his feelings.So he figured the scarring was not an engravement of his brotherly love to Mina, but his promised symbol as a soulmate to her forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years had pass and I’m still with Ji Won. I didn’t think it was possible but I grew more and more in love with Ji Won everyday. We would do a lot of stuff together and we never had any fights. We argue, but it never came to the point where we would get really mad at each other and he usually let me have it my way. Kang Sung Hoon was Ji Won’s other friend and he hangs out with us a lot too. Sung Hoon is a little older than me and is really nice. He has this really cute smile that when he smiles, you can’t help but smile back. I called him ‘bang geul ee.’ His family life also isn’t good. His dad is a drunk and his mom had passed away when he was young. So usually it was the three of us together. My home life is a lot better thanks to Ji Won. My stepmom didn’t dare to touch me anymore and it’s still the same between me and my dad. We don’t talk much. Ji Won’s parents like me a lot too. It’s because when they tell Ji Won to do something and he wouldn’t do it. They would come to me. I’m kind of like their pawn. Life was heaven for me until it completely shattered on day. It started out with good news but who would have known it would end up in tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 1996&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom and dad came home one day from visiting the Euns. “Guess what?” my stepmom told me excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked calmly.&lt;br /&gt;“The Euns are planning a wedding for you and Ji Won!”&lt;br /&gt;I sat down because my knees gave out. This news hit me with total surprise but I was so happy to hear it because I’m so in love with Ji Won. “Really?” I asked excitedly. “How did this happened?”&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Eun wanted Ji Won to get married and he figured you’re the girl he should marry.”&lt;br /&gt;“What did Ji Won say?” I had to ask. I didn’t want him to be forced into this.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course he agreed,” she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breathing increased so I took out my respirator. After I calmed down, my stepmom took me into her room and told me all about the arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back at the Eun mansion…&lt;br /&gt;“Just because you’re making this wedding for me and Mina doesn’t mean I owe you anything!” Ji Won yelled angrily at his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun grabbed Ji Won by the collar of his shirt. “Ji Won! You listen to me. Once you and Mina get married, your grandpa will give you all of his businesses. Sharing part of it with your dad isn’t asking for much is it?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won pushed his dad away. He began to laugh. “The only two people grandpa will give the businesses to is me or uncle. He won’t give it to you because you’ll spend it all on those whores! I bet all your money is gone now.”&lt;br /&gt;It was true. Mr. Eun was in serious debt and he needed Ji Won to get married because Ji Won’s grandpa was going to give Ji Won his inheritance once he gets married. Ji Won had just turned 18 and his dad had planned the marriage months ahead. His dad got on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;“Please son. Please do it for me.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic dad.” He sighed. Living with Mina taught him compassion and sympathy for people. “I’ll see what I can do dad.”&lt;br /&gt;He went into his room. Just then his cellular phone rang. He picked it up, thinking it was Mina. Using his sexy voice, he whispered, “Hi Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;A weird high-pitched giggle came from the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh…”said the voice. “Hi to you too sexy.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up Sung Hoon.”&lt;br /&gt;Using his real voice, Sung Hoon began to laugh out loud. “Gross hyung! That’s how you talk to Mina? Ew! It gives me the chills!”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Sung Hoon,” said Ji Won seriously. “Is everything set and ready to go?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hyung,” said Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” said Ji Won, smiling. “Meet me at the docks tonight. From there we can sail to the mainland airport and get away from Hawaii to start a new life in Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Sung Hoon. “But did you tell Mina about it?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” answered Ji Won, sighing. “I’m afraid she won’t leave her family. I’m planning to just kidnap her and take her along. It’s easier that way and no hassle.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right,” said Sung Hoon. “At least the three of us will still be together.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Ji Won. “Meet you in an hour. Get everything ready. I got our money too.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” replied Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“Bye.” Ji Won clicked off his phone. Ji Won’s dad didn’t know it but his grandpa had given him $10 million in advance, along with hotel ownerships in Korea and Hawaii as his wedding gift. He planned to leave his dad $5 million and live off the rest with Mina and Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled thinking about how he would get away from everything and just be with the one he loved the most, Mina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home I was so excited I couldn’t sleep. I know I was still young to be thinking about marriage but I know Ji Won is the only guy for me. I held my teddy bear close as thoughts of Ji Won drifted me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight now. Ji Won snuck out of his house quietly without making a noise. He carried his backpack full of money on his back. He planned to go to Mina’s house to grab her and leave. Then it would be just him, Mina, and Sung Hoon leaving together. He was almost to Mina’s house when he realized that he was being followed.&lt;br /&gt;It was his uncle’s men. They came to get rid of him. Ji Won was smart. He knew the streets too well. He made it through the alley and those men end up losing him. But when Ji Won reached Mina’s house, about 10 men had surrounded her house.&lt;br /&gt;They all saw him approaching. Ji Won began to run as they chased him. He made it to the dock. He saw Sung Hoon on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung! Hurry! The boat is leaving!”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won threw his bag onto the boat first and made a high jump. He landed safely onto the boat. His uncle’s men couldn’t chase him anymore. Ji Won and Sung Hoon started cheering until Ji Won realized what was missing. Mina. He had left her. Ji Won fell to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” asked Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina! We left her! We have to go back!” yelled Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon opened his mouth in shock because he just realized it too. Then he shook his head sadly. “We can’t. If we go back, we’ll just get killed and we’ll be putting Mina’s life in danger too.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won moved away from Sung Hoon, knowing that the darkness will cover his face. And for the first time in his life, Ji Won cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning with this strange feeling inside me. I don’t know why but I find it disturbing. Then I remembered that Ji Won and I are going to get married soon, it subsided.&lt;br /&gt;When I went downstairs, my stepmom was holding that wooden stick I haven’t seen in years. I began to panic. She whacked me with it. I fell down surprised.&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s Ji Won?” she screamed at me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused and surprised I didn’t know what she was talking about. She kept hitting me and telling me to answer her. But how can I answer when I don’t even know myself? Then something unusual happened. My dad grabbed the stick away from my stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop hitting her! Can’t you tell that she can’t think straight through all that pain?”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom was shocked and she kept her mouth shut because my dad never did that to her before. “Mina,” my dad said to me, holding my hand. “Ji Won ran away from home again. He’s no longer in Hawaii and the wedding’s canceled.”&lt;br /&gt;“He left?” I asked blankly.&lt;br /&gt;My dad nodded his head sadly. “How can he leave me?” I asked standing up. My stepmom’s next words hit me hard and cold like ice.&lt;br /&gt;“He probably left because he didn’t want to marry you.”&lt;br /&gt;I sunk to my knees and fell to the floor. I began to sob to myself. My parents left the room, leaving me alone. ‘How can you leave me, Ji Won? Were all those promises of taking care of me lies?’&lt;br /&gt;I loved Ji Won so much. All I ever wanted is to be with him, even if he did only consider me as a dongsang. I needed to know why he left. Being with him all this time, I knew where he went.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll search all of Korea if I had to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later…&lt;br /&gt;During this year, my life of hell had return. I managed to save up enough money for a ticket to Korea and money to spend. I had to work odd hours so my stepmom wouldn’t find out or she’ll take the money from me. I also had to sell some of Ji Won’s gifts to me.&lt;br /&gt;He was a really generous oppa who would buy me a lot of expensive clothes, jewelry, perfume, and just about anything that I wanted. I figured he wouldn’t mind because they’re just material possessions. They were a big help because I managed to trade them in for a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 24, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had enough money to leave. It took me a while to go because I knew chances are low of finding Ji Won right away. I needed extra money for my search and I had to pay double for a fake I.D. You could say that I have almost everything planned out. I got a pretty good amount so I planned on leaving today.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a little over a year since Ji Won left me with no reason or explanation. I’ve gotten so much thinner because I couldn’t eat or sleep and I miss him so much. The problem I still had facing me were my parents. I know they were not going to let me leave.&lt;br /&gt;I was only 17. Damn. Still a minor. This year had been total hell for me and I can’t stand another year of it. I had to leave and I had a plan. I was going to fake my death. It was all so perfect. My family had to go out to a luau with Mr. Eun. He still keeps in touch with us. I guess it’s because he thinks I might know where Ji Won is. Truth is, I have no idea except I know Ji Won’s somewhere in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to fake a drowning. Because of my heart failure, it helped me close off my air circulation for up to 4 minutes. This time I am using it to let my family think that I have drowned and the tides drifted my body to sea so I will never be found…&lt;br /&gt;But before I go I had to say goodbye to my father. I hugged him hard. He looked at me surprised.&lt;br /&gt;“What was that for?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “It wasn’t for anything dad. I did it because I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;My dad had tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry Mina. I’m so worthless as your father.”&lt;br /&gt;“No you’re not but you have to do what’s right dad. Don’t let anyone stop you and stop putting yourself down.”&lt;br /&gt;He nodded his head. I hugged him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going for a swim okay?”&lt;br /&gt;He nodded his head and watched me head toward the ocean. The plan went perfect. I stayed underwater for a while and swam myself to the other side of the beach where they couldn’t see me.&lt;br /&gt;All my belongings were there. I got on the dock and sailed to the mainland airport leaving Hawaii forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 16&lt;br /&gt;[Seoul, Korea]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 1997&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won traced the ‘M’ scar on his back. ‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘I miss Mina so much.’ He sent out one of his men to retrieve news about her and if they could, get her here to him in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won had it all. Money and power. The only thing that was missing was Mina. So much had happened to Ji Won as he remembered back.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won and Sung Hoon made it to Seoul, Korea. With Ji Won’s leadership skills and Sung Hoon’s smooth talking, they end up getting a lot of businesses and putting others of out business. Money was not enough for Ji Won. He needed power so he created Sechs Kies, where he was the leader and Sung Hoon was his 2nd-in command.&lt;br /&gt;He and Sung Hoon managed to eliminate the group Quiksilver on their own and gained the respect and loyalty of the two members Kim Jae Duc and Lee Jae Jin.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, they found Ko Ji Yong and Jang Su Won wandering the streets. Ji Yong proved to be a genius and Su Won was handy in finding information.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won knew they were enough. They had hundreds of men under them but Sechskies were the main leaders with Ji Won as the head. They committed a lot of crimes but no evidence was ever found to convict them.&lt;br /&gt;Just then there was a knock on his door, interrupting his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;“Come in,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Su Won came in. “I have news for you, boss,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Well what is it? What did you find out about Mina?” Ji Won asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sun Won looked down and hesitated to reply. “I’m afraid it’s bad news.”&lt;br /&gt;Those words made Ji Won panic. “Jang Su Won, you answer me now!” yelled Ji Won with rage.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won’s yell scared Su Won so he blurted it out. “Mina Nam is dead. She drowned while she was swimming in the ocean. Her body has not been found and is still missing.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won fell back in his seat in shock. ‘Mina’s dead? No, anyone but Mina,’ he thought. Su Won knew it was a good time to leave so he left Ji Won in his office.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina!”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won screamed out of his window in pain. His cries echoed throughout the city of Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it to Chejudo, Korea. I didn’t know where to look for Ji Won so anywhere was fine. I was never a lucky person. I couldn’t find any signs of Ji Won there so I traveled to Inchun City.&lt;br /&gt;My search for Ji Won continued for another year. During that time I had traveled to many cities like Guam, Pusan, etc. It must have been a gift from God because one day my search was over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 1998&lt;br /&gt;I had just finish my overtime shift at the Nam Hotel. It was pretty ironic because my whole family spent their lives working for hotels and here is the biggest one in all of Seoul with our family name. I went into the worker’s lounge to take a break and pour myself some tea. I sat down and read the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sechskies are to open a conference broadcasting live on Channel 6 today’&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes. Not them again. They were the notorious mafia lead by Matthew Eun. I shuddered. I can’t believe the leader has the same last name as my beloved Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Actually 6kies was composed of 6 leaders. They committed a lot of crimes and were always challenging the authorities. They had a lot of power and no one could take their pictures without their consent but a lot of people know what they look like. I didn’t care. I was too busy looking for Ji Won to notice them.&lt;br /&gt;A worker with me named So Kyung Hee came in. “Hey,” she said, patting me lightly on the knee. “On break?” I took a sip and nodded. “Me too,” she said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back at her. Kyung Hee was actually one of the nicest people at the hotel. Most of them were cold and just worried about how much tips they can get.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee picked up the TV remote and turned to Channel 6. “Hey Mina, there’s supposed to be showing 6kies today. Wonder what they look like.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and watched with her. When the clock struck 9, I felt my heart had stopped and it was not from my heart failure either. I stared at the face that was giving a cocky smile to the camera. Ji Won. Slowly the camera pulled out revealing the other 5 members.&lt;br /&gt;I recognized Sung Hoon. He and Ji Won looked completely different but I still recognized them. Ji Won had his hair dyed completely blonde while Sung Hoon’s was streaked. Kyung Hee and I watched them in silence as they began to talk. Ji Won and the others introduced themselves. Then the camera showed directly at Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most people he would look like an evil gang leader but in my eyes he was a beautiful angel. If it was ever possible, Ji Won was even finer than before.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina, are you okay?” asked Kyung Hee, as she waved a hand in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” I asked looking at her. “Oh, I’m fine. Just listening to what they have to say.”&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to Ji Won on the screen. “Who is he?” “That’s Matthew Eun,” she answered me.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won some more. He had changed his name and so did Sung Hoon. No wonder I couldn’t find them.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee caught me staring so she smiled at me. “The leader is cute huh?”&lt;br /&gt;I blushed. “Yeah.” “Too bad in real life he’s such a jerk.”&lt;br /&gt;“He is not!” I yelled at her.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee scooted her seat back in shock. I apologized right away. “Sorry Kyung Hee, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”&lt;br /&gt;She had a confused look on her face but she said, “Uh, it’s okay Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a finger to my lips. “Shh…let’s listen to what they have to say…”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began talking.&lt;br /&gt;“This is Sechkies speaking to all you losers out there watching us. We just want to say that we’re open to hire new ‘employees’. We usually travel around to our many hotels but you’ll find us if you have the right connections. Also a word to the police of Korea. Why are you picking on us?“ Ji Won asked sarcastically. “We’re good, law-abiding citizens.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won folded his hands together and gave a little bow. Then all of the Sechskies leaders started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my gosh! Look at him!” yelled Kyung Hee and pointed to Sung Hoon on the T.V. screen. “Look at that stupid smile and that perverted laugh. Kekeke…”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee made a poor impression of Sung Hoon’s laugh and it made me laugh. ‘Geez’, I thought. ‘Sung Hoon would kill her if he knew she made fun of his trademark smile’.&lt;br /&gt;The show ended a little too soon for me but Ji Won did say he was visiting many hotels and mine is the biggest one. He has to come here. I went back to work and waited for him to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won entered the main doors of the Nam Hotel and headed towards the lobby. He let out a sigh. Being in a hotel brought back to him a lot of memories. He remembered how he would take Mina to the hotels to trash it or slide down the long stairway banisters.&lt;br /&gt;But those carefree days are over. His only love had died and he no longer has the heart to love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Eversince the news of Mina’s death, Ji Won began to develop a passion for anything he thinks is related to her. Things like her hairbrush, the same type of lipgloss she uses, her little respirator, etc. There are times when he had to give her mouth-to-mouth if the respirator wasn’t around. Ji Won smiled remembering that she had told him that he was her first kiss. Mina never went out with any guys so it made him really happy but he also found it very strange. He didn’t want to give her any ideas about dating other guys so he never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won had changed his name to Matthew. It’s to symbolize that Ji Won died with Mina and Matthew replaced him. He chose the name Matthew because of Mina’s initial ‘M’ and if anyone asks, the ‘M’ stands for Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon wanted to change his name to Ricky but Ji Won wouldn’t let him. Ji Won only allowed him to change it if it had the letter ‘M’ so Sung Hoon ended up changing it to Mickey instead.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey hyung! Over here!” shouted Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked over at his five friends. He walked over to them and was surprised at what he saw. “What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. Every single one of them had a girl in each arm. “What do you guys think you’re doing?” he asked as he strode over to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on hyung,” said Jae Duc. “Lighten up.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Jae Jin. “We worked hard all day and now let’s have a little fun.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes and then he saw two girls wrap their arms around him. He smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright!” they all shouted. They like it when Ji Won is in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;From where I was standing, I felt as though someone had stabbed me with a knife. Ji Won looked so happy with those 2 girls sitting on both sides of his lap. I stared at my reflection in the hotel mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Big, glassy eyes, pale skin, and waist-length black hair. I looked kind of like a ghost. Not much to look at, I thought sighing sadly. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and I slowly turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you looking at?” asked Kyung Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I let out a sigh of relief. “They’re here,” I whispered to her.&lt;br /&gt;“Who?” she asked, looking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. So you want to go serve them?” I shook my head ‘no’ quickly. Kyung Hee laughed. “Okay. Don’t get so worked up, Mina. I’ll do it.” She took a waitress pad and headed over to their table. I remained in the corner watching them.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, my name is Kyung Hee and I’ll be your waitress today. May I take your order?”&lt;br /&gt;All the SechsKies members looked up to the pretty, young girl who just approached them. Instantly Sung Hoon made the 2 girls on his lap move. He looked up at Kyung Hee, giving her his best smile.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what I want for dinner, but you want to be my dessert?” The other 5 Kies members laughed while Kyung Hee rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s so cute. Must have took you all day to think up that one huh?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh,” shouted Ji Yong. “This one has a mouth.” Sung Hoon just smiled. “Feisty. I like it.”&lt;br /&gt;Then he pinched Kyung Hee’s side playfully. She moved away, glaring. “Hey don’t touch me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on babe. Go out with me. I’ll show you a good time.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hell no!” Kyung Hee shouted back in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ji Won stood up. “Don’t talk to my friend like that,” he said in a low threatening voice. “Or else I’ll have you fired.” Ji Won’s glare made Kyung Hee move back a little bit but she answered back anyways.&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t fire me! I quit!”&lt;br /&gt;She handed Jae Jin her apron and pad and stomped over to me in the dark corner. “Stupid, lousy jerks,” she whispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;“I know,” I whispered back, patting her shoulder. Suddenly, I caught Ji Won staring at me. I didn’t know what to say or do so I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the girl who was talking to Kyung Hee. ‘She looks like Mina,’ he thought. ‘But can’t be.’&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Sung Hoon. “What are you looking at?”&lt;br /&gt;“Her,” said Ji Won, pointing in Kyung Hee’s and Mina’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;“You like my waitress too?” asked Sung Hoon, pouting.&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Ji Won, shaking his head. “Her friend. Doesn’t she look like Mina?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon glanced at the person Ji Won was pointing to and watched her walk away. “No...” said Sung Hoon slowly. “That girl’s hair is much longer and Mina has a nicer body. That chick looks like a stick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won cocked an eyebrow at Sung Hoon. “How do you know Mina have a nice body?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon’s eyes widened. “I dunno… just guessing. Ji Yong’s calling me. I’ll go see what he wants,” Sung Hoon said quickly and ran over to Ji Yong right away. Ji Won began to chase the girl who just left.&lt;br /&gt;I heard some footsteps following behind me. I quickly turned a corner and entered my room.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won ran after her as fast as he could. He saw the girl turn a corner and he continued chasing her. He saw a figure up ahead and he grabbed her by the shoulder. When the girl turned around, she had a surprised expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the strange girl. She looked nothing like Mina. “Wrong person.” The girl walked way. Ji Won sighed. ‘Maybe it’s cause I miss Mina so much that I’m beginning to see her.’ He began to walk back to the lobby, disappointedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my hotel room, I was watching Ji Won with the little hole in the door. I saw him pat a girl and then walk away with his head bowed down. I went over and sat down on my bed. I let out a sigh. Ji Won doesn’t miss me. He has too many girls with him already. He probably forgot who I am by now.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell down my face and I didn’t even realize it. I quickly wiped them away. I wanted to tell myself that I hate Ji Won but I couldn’t because then I’d just be lying. There was only one thing left for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of my bathroom mirror. I can’t be with Ji Won as Mina, but I wanted to be by his side to watch over him. I thought about it for a while and remembered they were recruiting new members for Black Kies.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at myself. Hmm…if my hair is short and put into a cap, I wear sunglasses more, darken my skin with make-up, and lower my voice…I can pass for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. Within an hour, I had transformed myself into a guy. I checked myself over. As a guy, I didn’t look too bad. I smoothed out my new short hair and tucked it into a cap. Guys wear earrings too so I didn’t have to worry about my earring holes.&lt;br /&gt;I wore a couple of T-shirts under my flannel and 2 pairs of boxers under my baggy jeans so I would fill out more and wouldn’t look so scrawny. I checked my make-up, making sure I was well-covered. I put my sunglasses on.&lt;br /&gt;‘Perfect’, I thought. Now all I have to do is have to pass the test to join the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won walked down the aisle looking at the 5 new candidates. He nodded his head as he studied them.&lt;br /&gt;“Pretty good,” he said to them. “Alright,” he clapped his hands for attention. “All of you know how it’s done. Jae Jin and Jae Duc will jump each of you in. If you’re still standing after 5 minutes, then welcome to SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 of the 5 guys lasted when Jae Jin and Jae Duc were done beating them up. “Okay,” said Sung Hoon. The two newest members to join is—“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait!” shouted a voice, interrupting Sung Hoon. Everyone looked over to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the young boy who was walking towards them. ‘What the hell? Damn! This kid looks like Mina!’ he thought. ‘I must be losing it. How come I keep seeing her today?’&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon looked at the new boy curiously. “Yes? What do you want little man?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Sung Hoon. ‘Gosh, he developed an attitude’, I thought. I took a deep breath. This is it. “I want to join SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;A guy I recognized as Jang Su Won busted out laughing. He placed his hand on top of my head. “You? How old are you boy? 15? 16? And how tall are you now? 5’?”&lt;br /&gt;I moved his hand for him. “No. I’m 18 and I’m not 5’, I’m 5’3.” That remark made all the other members laugh, except Ji Won. I looked at him curiously and realized he was checking me out.&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh no’, I thought. ‘Please don’t recognize me’.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won held up his hand for the others to stop laughing. “Hey, if he wants a chance, then we’ll give it to him.”&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned to face me. I felt my heart thumping loud and prayed he couldn’t hear it. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Dang, he smells good, I thought as I tried to suppress a smile.&lt;br /&gt;“Look kid,” said Ji Won to me. “You have to be jumped in to join. These 2 guys (pointing to Jae Jin and Jae Duc) will kick the crap out of you for 5 minutes. If you’re still standing, you’re in.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. I knew I had to last because I’m doing it all for Ji Won. I stood there as Jae Duc and Jae Jin began to hit me. Jae Jin threw the first punch and it gave me instant pain. He’s even stronger than my stepmom, I thought. Jae Duc kicked me and I was knocked to the ground but I kept pulling myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the helpless boy who was struggling to stand up. He doesn’t understand why but when he looks at the boy, images of Mina replaced him. Right now in his eyes, it looked like it was Mina being beaten up by Jae Jin and Jae Duc. He couldn’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;“Stay down!” he yelled to the boy. Everyone stared at Ji Won. Both Jae Jin and Jae Duc stopped hitting the boy because they were surprised that Ji Won was being nice out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Ji Won yelling for me to stay down. My ears listened but my legs wouldn’t. I refused to stay down. No matter how many times they hit me or how hard, I managed to get up. Finally 5 minutes was over and I was still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I in?” I asked in a weak voice. I saw Ji Won staring at me with a surprised expression.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, you’re in.” he said patting my shoulder. I smiled and fainted into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won held the boy, surprised. He realized the boy had fainted. Usually he would have let go if someone fainted on him, but this time he held on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 5 Kies members looked and the 2 new recruits looked at Ji Won with queeried eyes. “Uh, hyung,” said Sung Hoon, as he patted Ji Won on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” asked Ji Won, as he continued holding the boy.&lt;br /&gt;“What should we do about the new recruits?”&lt;br /&gt;“Give them instructions and show them to their rooms. We’ll have a meeting tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;They all left but once in a while, they all would glance back looking at Ji Won, who was carrying the boy in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I began to regain my consciousness and I woke up. I looked around and realized I was in the biggest room in the Nam Hotel. The Presidential Suite.&lt;br /&gt;“What am I doing in here?” I asked myself. Then suddenly the chair in front of me spun around. Ji Won was sitting in it. I stared at him with wide eyes. I started to panic because I was all alone with him in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won gave me a sideways glance. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded my head. Ji Won got up out of his seat and walked towards me. He sat down on the bed next to me and looked at me straight in the eyes. “So what’s your name?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Mi-“ I began but instantly cut myself off. ‘Stupid, I thought to myself. You almost said your real name!’ I saw Ji Won’s eyes grow wide.&lt;br /&gt;“What did you say your name was?”&lt;br /&gt;“Min-Sung,” I answered him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” he said and backed away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stood up and walked towards the window, looking outside. He knew the new recruit was a boy but somewhere inside him wished Min Sung would say his name was Mina. He let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a meeting tomorrow. Be there okay?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ji Won with his back facing me. It had only been 2 years but I felt as though I couldn’t read what was going on in his mind anymore. I let out a sigh myself. “Ji Won, where do we meet later tomorrow?”&lt;br /&gt;The call of his real name made Ji Won suddenly look up. He ran over to where Min Sung was sitting and grabbed him by his shoulders. “How do you know my real Korean name? No one knows me by that. Everyone calls me Matthew.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I thought. I had completely forgotten that Ji Won had changed his name to Matthew but I thought fast. “I didn’t know your name as Ji Won. All I said was, ‘Gee, wanna go out later tomorrow?’&lt;br /&gt;I felt Ji Won’s grip on me loosen. He had bought the story. When he was looking, I let out a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m losing it,’ thought Ji Won. “We’ll meet in the main dining room tomorrow,” Ji Won told Min Sung. He nodded his head and left. Ji Won walked out to the balcony and looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you Mina, that’s why it hurts so much that you’re not here.”&lt;br /&gt;But the real Mina had left before she could have heard those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back in the hotel lobby…&lt;br /&gt;After Sung Hoon and the others gave the new recruits instructions and about the meeting, they all went back to their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;“You think there’s something wrong with Matthew hyung?” asked Jae Jin.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Jae Duc. “Did you see the way he held the new guy?”&lt;br /&gt;They began to shudder.&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s nothing,” answered Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“You think maybe Matthew is gay?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re the one who looks gay,” said Jae Duc, jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!” yelled Ji Yong as he punched Jae Duc lightly.&lt;br /&gt;The others began to laugh. Then Su Won said, “Could be though. I never saw him ‘be’ with a girl before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon lets out a sigh. “Okay, I’ll tell you guys the real deal. But don’t let this get back to Matthew okay?” They all nodded and leaned forward to hear the story.&lt;br /&gt;“It was like 5 years ago when Matthew hyung met this girl named Nam Mina….”&lt;br /&gt;“She a babe?” asked Jae Duc, interrupting.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon gave him a look. “Yes, Duckie, she’s a babe.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, okay,” said Jae Duc. “Continue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyways, Matthew knew her before he met me. It turns out that she was the first person who ever really cared about him and Matthew fell in love with her. But you know how hyung is. He could never tell anyone exactly what’ s on his mind or how he feels. Instead of saying he wants Mina to be his girlfriend, he said he wants her to be his dongsang—“&lt;br /&gt;“That’s stupid!” yelled Jae Duc, interrupting Sung Hoon. “Why did he say that for? She’s a babe!”&lt;br /&gt;“Sh..!” yelled Jae Jin, Ji Yong, and Su Won at Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon continued. “Well, Matthew ended up having this blood ceremony with her. They scarred each other’s back with their initial. It looks like a blood tie but later on I found out it was his symbol of promised love-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow..that must have hurt,” said Jae Duc, as he hugged himself. Jae Jin smacked him on the head for interrupting again.&lt;br /&gt;“I think they knew each other for a year before they met me. At first I thought Mina was cute, but then by the way Matthew acts, I can tell she was off limits. See, Mina had this heart condition where air would suddenly be closed off and she couldn’t breathe. The only way to get air in was by this respirator—“&lt;br /&gt;“The one hyung always carry?” asked Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Duckie,” said Sung Hoon, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, it was either that or mouth to mouth. Once when Matthew went collecting shells for Mina, I was walking along the shores with her. One of her attacks came on. I freaked out of course, but I knew what to do. I laid her down and I was about to give her CPR but then Matthew ran the speed of light and knocked me into the ocean and he gave her CPR.”&lt;br /&gt;The others started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“Dang, ain’t he a Romeo?” said Jae Duc, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon smiled. “It’s cause he loves Mina and didn’t want any other guy touching he. I mean, during school, if any guy talks about wanting to date her, Matthew made sure he didn’t. Oh yeah, Matthew hyung hasn’t always been Matthew. His real name is Ji Won. The ‘M’ scar on his back stands for Mina, not Matthew.”&lt;br /&gt;The others opened their mouths in shock. They never knew Ji Won had been this much in love before.&lt;br /&gt;“How romantic,” whispered Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up hyung,” said Ji Yong. “Quit interrupting!”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay,” said Jae Duc, blocking himself from Jae Jin’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon began talking.&lt;br /&gt;“If there are no more interruptions, then I’ll continue.” He paused for a second and then continued. “The day before Matthew and I made it to Korea, he and Mina were supposed to get married. Matthew didn’t like his dad and there was this feud in their family on who gets the grandpa’s inheritance. Matthew got it, of course, and he took it all and left Hawaii. He took me and he was planning on taking Mina too. When he went to her house though, his uncle’s men were guarding the place and he couldn’t take her. He ended up leaving Hawaii without saying goodbye to Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;All of them remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;Then Su Won spoke. “Last year hyung sent me out to get some news on Nam Mina. She had died drowning.”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. “Yeah but Matthew and I think she committed suicide. He think it’s because Mina can’t handle living with her stepmom, who always abuse her. If you ask me, I think Mina committed suicide because Matthew left her without any reason. I think hyung thinks that too but he won’t say it. I think he blames himself for her death and since then he hasn’t been the same. He used to be nicer and not this touchy. Also that’s why he’s never been with another girl. I mean, we see him flirt with other girls but none of us actually see him ‘be’ with another girl right?”&lt;br /&gt;The others nodded in agreement. Sung Hoon continued. “About this new boy today. I think Matthew is losing it. He probably thinks when he sees the boy he is see—“&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon stopped talking as he looked up. He finished his sentence with a “—See you later!” and he ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others looked up surprised. Jae Jin smacked Jae Duc on his head.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” asked Jae Duc. “I didn’t interrupt!”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not Duckie’s fault,” said Ji Yong. “Look.” Ji Yong pointed to where Sung Hoon ran off too.&lt;br /&gt;“Aigo,” said Jae Jin. “It’s that same waitress babe.”&lt;br /&gt;“See?” said Jae Duc. “It’s cause of a girl, not me. You hit me by mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s not a mistake. I still wanna smack your head cause it makes this cool hollow sound,” replied Jae Jin as he smacked Jae Duc on his head again.&lt;br /&gt;“So, wanna go out sometime?” Sung Hoon asked Kyung Hee, leaning near her. She rolled her eyes at him.&lt;br /&gt;She answered flatly, “No” and began to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon held onto her arm. “Come on babe. X-mas is next month and don’t be a scrooge.”&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Kyung Hee gave him a seductive smile. “I guess. How about we go out on November 31st then?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon gave her a sexy smile back. “It’s a date then,” he answered, letting her go. The other 4 walked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;“How’d it go Mickey?” asked Su Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, hey, what can I say?” answered Sung Hoon cockily. “I’m the man!”&lt;br /&gt;Jae Jin gave him a high-five.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright!” yelled Jae Duc. “When you 2 going out?”&lt;br /&gt;“November 31st,” answered Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, Mickey,” said Ji Yong. “Sup Ji Yong?” said Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“November doesn’t have a 31st.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?” asked Sung Hoon, surprised. He looked at the calendar. November ended on the 30th. He looked around but Kyung Hee had already left. He started cursing while the others tried to hold back their laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 23, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This meeting of SechsKies is now in session,” announced Ji Won to the main members of the group, along with the new recruits. His voice got their attention and they quickly focused their attention on Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked to see if Min Sung was there. He was. Ji Won gave a little smile to him. He didn’t know why but when he looks at Min Sung his mind would replace Min Sung’s face with Mina’s.&lt;br /&gt;“So any new business?” he asked the members.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” answered Jae Jin. “The Black Dragons have killed some of our members and took away some of our businesses.”&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it!” yelled Ji Won as he pounded his fist on the table. “We’ll just have to see that this Black Dragon matter will be solved. Mickey you, Ji Yong, Su Won, and the 2 new recruits deal with the businesses. Jae Jin, Jae Duc, and Min Sung will come with me.” Everyone looked at Ji Won strangely.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon began to speak. “Uh, hyung. You want to take Min Sung along?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won glared at him. “Yeah. Anyone here have any objections?” No one answered. “Meeting adjourned,” announced Ji Won and everyone went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the Black Kies to a dark alley. I was surprised Ji Won wanted to take me along, considering I was one of the weakest members. I thought I would get to work with the White Kies in businesses.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey kid,” said Jae Duc to me. “What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a gun. “Use this to protect yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened as I held the cold metal. ‘Please don’t let me use it’, I prayed silently.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won walked over to Min Sung. “Okay, the coleaders of Black Dragons are meeting around here. You’ll recognize them by the dragon tattoos on their arms. If you see them, just shoot them as they come out.”&lt;br /&gt;“But Matthew hyung, I—“ but my words were cut off the sound of gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POW&lt;br /&gt;“Get down!” yelled Ji Won as he covered me. Then he started firing. I covered my ears and watched Ji Won in disbelief. He had shot 4 people and killed 3. Ji Won stood up smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it. I was in love with a cold-blooded killer. Jae Jin and Jae Duc killed some other members and Ji Won told them to kill every single Black Dragon member.&lt;br /&gt;One Black Dragon member lay hurt on the ground. Ji Won pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and pointed a gun to his head. “Tell me who’s your leader punk or else I’ll blow your brains out.”&lt;br /&gt;The young boy was whimpering. I felt sorry for him. “Please don’t kill me. My leader is Eun Tae Won.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who the hell is that?” asked Ji Won angrily. “What the hell does he have against me?”&lt;br /&gt;“He’s the godson of Mr. Eun, who’s one of the heirs of the Eun Hotel Empire and he came to get the inheritance back from you.”&lt;br /&gt;I listened to what the boy was saying. I never knew that Ji Won’s uncle had a godson. From what I had heard, Ji Won’s uncle had passed away 2 months ago and he had an heir. ‘The heir is the leader of Black Dragon’, I figured out. “That bastard,” said Ji Won. “He’s dead and he still has someone after me.” When Ji Won wasn’t looking, the Black Dragon boy had pulled out a knife, ready to stab Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have time to think so I reacted instantly. I shot the boy. He fell back in pain but managed to get up and run away. Ji Won looked at me surprised. He gave me a smile. “Good job, Min Sung,” he said walking over to me and patted me on the back. I was appalled at what I had done. I couldn’t answer him so I just handed him back the gun.&lt;br /&gt;Just then Jae Jin and Jae Duc came back to us. “Got them all hyung,” said Jae Jin smiling as he did fancy handwork with his gun. "Good,” said Ji Won. “Min Sung here just saved my life. I knew it was a good idea to bring him along.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” asked Jae Duc. “Nice work kid.” Then he punched me lightly on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;When we made it back to the hotel, I ran into my room using my respirator and swallowed a pill. Afterwards, I took a shower. I felt so dirty because what I had done. I knew this was going to be only one of the many dirty work I would have to do to stay with Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, since I saved Ji Won’s life, he began to trust me more and confided in me with everything. I was like his new best friend. SechsKies continued traveling to many places and recruited new members.&lt;br /&gt;More war between SechsKies and Black Dragons broke out. Many businesses were shut down and more members were killed from both sides. All the blood shed and fighting was getting to me but I held on. All the members of SechsKies accepted me but sometimes I overhear them whisper that I’m gay. I didn’t care as long as I had Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after many days of hard work, SechsKies finally got a day of rest. The leaders always hang out together but Ji Won always included me. We were at this fancy restaurant and were all having a good time. Jae Duc was telling us funny jokes. He stopped in the middle of a joke as he saw the Black Dragon leaders enter the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Tension was felt by everyone. The Black Dragons sat down across from us. Ji Won and Tae Won were giving each other glares.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tables, we pulled out our guns. I knew the Black Dragons were doing the same. We didn’t know which side fired the first shot but before we knew it, bullets were flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won covered me as we ran out of the restaurant safely. We met up with the other 5 Kies in a dark alley. The Black Dragons were still chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it hyung! What should we do?” asked Jae Jin. “Kill them all!” shouted Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;“There are too many,” Ji Yong shouted back. “Let’s just hide out in this motel.” We all ran and hid in this cheap motel’s restaurant. The Black Dragons lost us and continued searching.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t believe this!” said Ji Won furiously. “I, Matthew Eun, of SechsKies have to hide down here in this cockroach motel like I’m a dog or something!”&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down,” I said to him gently, patting his back. “It’s not so bad.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hyung,” said Sung Hoon. “It’s only for one night. Besides, we’ll make them pay for this.”&lt;br /&gt;All of us looked around. There was only one bed. I could tell none of us wanted the floor because it was disgusting and reeked of something. “I ain’t taking the floor!” all of us shouted in unison.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s only one bed though,” said Su Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Look on the bright side,” said Jae Duc as he laid out the sheets on the bed. “At least it’s king size.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. “It’ll be tight but we’ll all have to try and fit in.” Soon it was Jae Jin, Jae Duc, Ji Won, me, Sung Hoon, Ji Yong, and Su Won lying down side by side uncomfortably on the bed. We were laying down one by one and the others looked at me strangely as I ran to be the next person who lie near Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Soon everyone fell asleep except me. I made sure everyone was asleep before I made my move. I bent over to kiss Ji Won lightly on the lips. Then I laid my head down on his chest to hear his heart beat. I sighed contentedly.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I felt Ji Won’s leg twitch. Oh no. I knew what he was about to do. His 360. I placed my entire body on top of his because I didn’t want to get kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won did his 360, he kicked everyone except me off the bed. As always when Ji Won was done, he had a huge smile on his face. Then he held onto me tightly. I was overwhelmed with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The others must have been exhausted because none of them woke up except Jae Duc. He opened his eyes sleepily and said, “Huh?” “You’re dreaming,” I whispered to him. He nodded his head and went back to sleep. Soon I drifted off to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Morning…&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to stir. He woke up finding Min Sung holding onto him tightly. Ji Won widened his eyes and gently unraveled Min Sung’s arms and legs off of him.&lt;br /&gt;The guys already called Min Sung gay and he didn’t want them to think he’s gay too. He sat up and saw 5 of the SechsKies leaders lying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sung Hoon began to wake up. He sat up and looked around. “Gross! How the hell did I end up down here?” Ji Won shrugged his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jae Duc woke up. “Damn, my butt hurts. It feels like someone kicked it last night.” Then one by one everyone woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“P.U.!,” yelled Jae Jin. “This floor stinks!” Everyone started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry you guys,” said Ji Won laughing. “I must have done a 360 and kicked you all off.”&lt;br /&gt;“How come you didn’t fall off Min Sung?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, oh, I thought. “I did,” I answered him. “But I got back up and went to sleep on the bed again.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” asked Su Won. “I didn’t even know. I just went right on sleeping.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. It was weird but somehow Ji Won had a feeling that Min Sung knew he does a 360 in his sleep. ‘But that’s impossible,’ he thought to himself. ‘Only Mina knows that and why didn’t Min Sung say anything about me kicking him?’ Ji Won didn’t know what was going on with Min Sung but he knew he had to find out. We all got up and ready to leave the room. The coast seemed clear so we walked out unarmed. Big mistake. There was an ambush waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;“Disperse!” yelled Ji Won and we all ran our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;Black Dragons chased after each one of us. I lost the Black Dragon member that was chasing me but I didn’t want to go back the hotel room without Ji Won so I turned back to get him.&lt;br /&gt;When I found Ji Won, he was backed up against the wall by a Black Dragon. It was the leader, Tae Won. He was telling Ji Won to bow down and beg for mercy but Ji Won ended up spitting in his face. Tae Won got angry and pulled the knife back to stab Ji Won in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;I ran as fast as I could and knocked Tae Won down. He dropped the knife and fell to the floor with me. As he fell, he used the handled of the knife to knock Ji Won unconscious. Tae Won got up glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know whom you’re messing with?” he asked me angrily.&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him back unflinching. “I’ll make you pay for hurting Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you must be the gay SechsKies member I’ve heard so much about,” said Tae Won laughing. “You’re afraid your faggot leader would die leaving you alone?”&lt;br /&gt;That made me really angry. I didn’t care that he called me gay but calling Ji Won a faggot ticked me off. Since he was distracted, I grabbed the hand he was holding the sword with, and made him stab himself. He cried out in shock and pain. He pulled knife out of him.&lt;br /&gt;Tae Won pushed me away and cuts me in the knee with his knife. I fell down and saw him raise the knife above my head. I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a voice screamed out, “Gang Rape!”&lt;br /&gt;It made Tae Won run off. I looked over to see who it was. It was Kyung Hee screaming for the cops. I saw her looking at me sighing and walked away. “Kyung Hee!” I screamed for her.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me strangely as she approached me. “Do I know you?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head and motioned for her to come near me. When she did, I whispered in her ear, “It’s me, Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mina? But you’re a guy!” she yelled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Look at me closely.”&lt;br /&gt;When she did, her eyes widened as she grabbed a hold of me. “Mina, it is you!” I turned her back to face me. “Please help me bring Ji Won back to the hotel.” Kyung Hee made a face of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing with the SechsKies leader and why are you dressed like a guy?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll explain later,” I told her. We both put Ji Won’s arms around us as we carried him back. Along the way we found Sung Hoon unconscious on the ground, bleeding. I set Ji Won down gently and lifted Sung Hoon up.&lt;br /&gt;“Sung Hoon!” I said, shaking him. He was hurt badly. “Kyung Hee, please do me a favor. You carry Sung Hoon while I carry Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me reluctantly but then nodded. I lifted Ji Won onto my back and carried him back to the Nam Hotel. My leg was still bleeding from the cut and I was limping.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina, can you carry him?” Kyung Hee asked me, concerned.“I’ll be fine,” I answered her as we made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Ji Won back to his room while Kyung Hee took Sung Hoon back to his. I washed Ji Won’s cuts and nursed his wounds. When he was bandaged, I sat down on the chair next to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. One of my attacks is coming on and I didn’t have my respirator with me. My heart was aching so painfully that I was gasping in pain. But then I remembered Ji Won had a respirator. I searched his pockets and sure enough, there it was. I started pumping it quickly and air entered my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;My vision cleared and I began to breathe easier. Then I put it back into his pocket. My touch made Ji Won stir. He began to wake up. He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Min Sung?” he asked weakly.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. “Yes, it’s me hyung.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won lifted himself up. “Where am I?”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re back at our hotel.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” Ji Won said as he looked at my leg. “What happened to your knee?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at it. It was bleeding through my pants. “It’s nothing hyung. I’ll be okay in a few days.”&lt;br /&gt;“Did Tae Won do this to you?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won pounded his fist on his desk. “Damn him! I’ll get him back.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay hyung,” I said calming him down.&lt;br /&gt;“By the way,” he asked me suddenly, “how did you end up finding me? Weren’t you supposed to come back here by yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question hit me by surprise. I answered him truthfully. “I came back to look for you because I was worried you might be in danger.” I saw Ji Won look at me awkwardly and inched himself away from me. ‘He thinks I’m gay’, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, thanks for coming back to save me then,” Ji Won said to Min Sung awkwardly. Min Sung nodded and left his room. Ji Won lets out a sigh. He loved Min Sung as a friend and definitely nothing more. He didn’t want Min Sung to have any thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively Ji Won reached into his pocket to check to see if his respirator was still there. It was but it was different. Ji Won stared at it with wide eyes. His once filled respirator was now only half full with air.&lt;br /&gt;Someone had been using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening Ji Won posted a note on my door telling me to meet him. It was 8 p.m. and I knocked the door to his room.&lt;br /&gt;“Come in,” said Ji Won. I entered his room, not knowing what he was going to say. “Follow me,” he ordered. He left the room and I followed him.&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the beach that was near our hotel. Then he walked over to a spot where there were two rocks side by side. I caught my breath. This looks exactly like our spot in Hawaii, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;“Come here and sit next to me, Min Sung,” said Ji Won to me, patting the rock next to him. I sat down near him and closed my eyes as I breathed in the salty sea air.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. ‘He looks like Mina in a way,’ he thought. ‘Could he be Mina in another form?’ Ji Won didn’t believe in reincarnation but Min Sung was too much like Mina for him. He wanted to see if somehow Min Sung was Mina so he had to test him.&lt;br /&gt;“Min Sung, you want to hear a story?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” said Min Sung eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled as he told his story. “There once was this rich boy who came from a messed up family. He had no friends at all. Then one day he met this little girl who became his friend. She was really nice to him, unlike his family, so he began to adopt her as his dongsang.” Ji Won paused right there to see Min Sung’s reaction.&lt;br /&gt;My smile faded when Ji Won began his story. He was talking about our life in Hawaii. Then I figured out he was testing me. ‘The respirator’, I thought. ‘I must have drained it when I was using it so now he suspects me’. I steadied myself and tried my best to give no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung, who appeared to have no reaction to the story. “Well what do you think?” Ji Won asked him.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a cute story, hyung,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won continued. “Do you know why he took extra care of his dongsang?” Min Sung shook his head no. “It’s because she has this heart problem and needed this respirator to breathe.” He took out the respirator from his pocket and showed it to Min Sung. Again, no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;“Poor girl,” said Min Sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, poor girl,” said Ji Won sadly. “She died a few years later.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ji Won sadly. I knew Ji Won felt bad because of my death but since I’m no one special to him, it wouldn’t matter if he knew the truth that Mina was still alive and with him right now. Then Ji Won took out a stone and handed me one. I rubbed the white marble stone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;“Throw it,” he told me. I shook my head no. To me it was like a present so I didn’t throw it but just kept it in my pocket. Ji Won threw his into the ocean. It skipped 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Why is it perfect?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;This time I wished he would tell me the significance of the 3-skip. “When the stone skips 3 times, it means 3 words. I love you.” I looked at Ji Won in an overwhelming joy. Did Ji Won love me? He had thrown the rock and it skipped 3 times many times before.&lt;br /&gt;“So did the rich boy ever really loved his dongsang?” I asked Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at me. “Of course he does. He has a lot of brotherly love for her.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” I whispered softly. My heart began to ache.&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won continued staring at the ocean, I began to walk home with a heavy heart. Ji Won began to shake his head. ‘Mina’s dead already so why am I denying that I love her?’ he thought to himself as he stared out to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, Min Sung, the rich boy loved his dongsang the first day he met her but he’s such a weak person. He never could admit his feelings for her and just waited for her to say that she loves him first.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won turned around and saw that Min Sung had left. ‘Oh well,’ he thought as he headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since some of you wanted to hear more about Sung Hoon and Kyung Hee, this chapter is a little side story.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon woke up aching. He realized he was back at the Nam Hotel and in his room. “How did I make it back here?” he asked himself. Then he realized he was wearing nothing but his boxers. His bathroom door suddenly opened and out came Kyung Hee. “Hey!” he shouted as he pulled a blanket over to cover himself.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee rolled her eyes. “It’s too late for that. I’ve seen it all already,” she told him as she yanked the blanket away.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon crossed his arms over his chest. “So you took advantage of me in my weak state?”&lt;br /&gt;“So what if I did?” she snapped at him.&lt;br /&gt;“That means you have to marry me and support me while I give birth to your child.” Kyung Hee couldn’t help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon smiled at her. ‘I guess he isn’t so bad,’ she thought. “You know,” said Sung Hoon quietly. “You didn’t have to diss me like that when you said you’ll go out with me.” Kyung Hee looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;“I had to! You were such an arrogant jerk and you wouldn’t leave me alone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe it’s because I like you too much to leave you alone,” he replied back.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee blushed a little and decided to change the subject. “Give me your arm,” she said to him. Sung Hoon’s right arm was bleeding and Kyung Hee began to wash the cut.&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” he yelled in pain, pulling his arm back. “That hurts.”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it?” Kyung Hee asked him, concerned. “I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;She leaned over to blow on his cut. Sung Hoon stared at her the entire time. He felt warm and shy being around her. He never felt this way for a girl before. She was nice to him and not dissing him like she usually does. He really liked that feeling. Kyung Hee gently placed his arm into a cast.&lt;br /&gt;“There,” she said. “All better.”&lt;br /&gt;“You know,” said Sung Hoon softly. “Everyone says kisses make boo-boos feel better and go away.”&lt;br /&gt;When Kyung Hee was nursing Sung Hoon, she developed a liking for him and his nice body was a good addition. “Really?” she asked skeptically. “I don’t believe you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you test it out then?” he challenged her smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe I will,” she said, flirting back. “Where does it hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon pointed to his knee. Kyung Hee kissed it. Then he pointed to his hand. She kissed it too. Slowly he pointed to his forehead, which she also kissed. He worked his way down to his nose. Kyung Hee couldn’t help but laugh as she kissed his nose lightly. Sung Hoon’s nose was broken.&lt;br /&gt;Then he pointed to his lips. Kyung Hee was about to kiss it lightly but then Sung Hoon held onto her tightly to deepen the kiss. Kyung Hee felt drawn to him so she didn’t push him away. He turned her over so she lie down on his bed, with him on top of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand went under the back of her shirt and he stopped there. Kyung Hee continued kissing him and ran her fingers through his hair. Since she wasn’t stopping him, he was about to continue when…&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m going to kill that person,’ thought Sung Hoon as he broke off the kiss. “Yeah? What is it?” he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;“Matthew wants all of us to go down to the dining room for a meeting,” said Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, I’ll be there in 5 minutes!” Sung Hoon yelled back. When he heard footsteps of Ji Yong leaving, he kissed Kyung Hee once more. “Sorry honey, I have to go but I’ll be right back.” Kyung Hee nodded and helped him into his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Order SechsKies!” yelled Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, ooh,” said Jae Duc. “I want some kimbab!”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won glared at him. Jae Duc shuts up. “Now I want to talk to all of you about Min Sung. He’s only been here for a few months but he had saved my life twice and not to mention, Sung Hoon’s.” Sung Hoon slapped Min Sung on the back and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” continued Ji Won. “What do you want Min Sung? A car, money, women? Tell us and it’s yours.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Sung Hoon. “Just name it buddy and it’s yours.”&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a while. The only thing I wanted was Ji Won but I couldn’t say that. Since he was suspecting me so much there was only one thing I should ask for. “I want a woman,” I told them. They all opened their mouths in shock.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright Min Sung, you dog!” yelled Sung Hoon, breaking the silence. “At least you’re proving to us that you’re a man now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” said Ji Won slowly. “Who’s the girl?”&lt;br /&gt;“So Kyung Hee,” I announced.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sung Hoon’s smiling face turn mad.&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you want?” Sung Hoon asked me in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;I repeated myself. “So Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. “Out of all the girls you could have picked, why her?” he yelled at me. I knew Sung Hoon liked Kyung Hee but Kyung Hee was the only person that could help me.&lt;br /&gt;“I happen to like her too,” I answered him. “Besides, you all said I can have anything I want, and I want Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;“He’s right,” said Ji Won softly. “We can’t go back on our words.” Ji Won clapped his hands for attention. “So Kyung Hee now belongs to Ahn Min Sung. Anyone from SechsKies who touches her, the penalty is death.”&lt;br /&gt;Su Won and Ji Yong had to hold Sung Hoon back from attacking me. “I thought you were my friend!” he yelled as they took him away. I sighed and headed for my room.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at Min Sung as he was walking away. “Min Sung.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure that’s what you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung. I’ve never been more sure in my life.” Then Min Sung left.&lt;br /&gt;When I made it back into my room, Kyung Hee was in there waiting for me. “What the hell is going on?” she asked me. I knew it was time to tell her my story. When I finished, she was bawling like a baby. I handed her a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;“Th..that is s..so..romantic,” Kyung Hee said, sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;I patted her head as she leaned on me. “No, it’s not.”&lt;br /&gt;“So you’re not going to tell Ji Won who you really are?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “It wouldn’t matter anyways.”&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know? If he knows you’re still alive, who knows? He might fall in love with you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe,” I began slowly. “But then he’d love me out of pity and not out of love. I don’t want that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” Kyung Hee stared at the floor. “I wonder if Mickey really likes me.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?!” I asked in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me sheepishly. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mickey and I are beginning to fall for each other.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t you tell me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t have a chance to. Besides, it just happened.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” she said as she hugged me. “We’ll just have to put our little romance on hold for a while. You’re more important.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’ll go tell—“&lt;br /&gt;My words were cut off by my lack of air. This time my attack was worser than it ever had been before. Kyung Hee stared at me frightened.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina! What’s happening?”&lt;br /&gt;“C..can’t breathe…” I managed to say. She lifted me up.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t let the others see me,” I said to her before I collapsed into total darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I began to open my eyes. I closed them instantly because the light reflecting me was so bright. ‘Am I on the other side?’ I wondered. I managed to squint my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself strapped to a pulse racer machine and an IV fluid was hooked up to me. I started to look around my room. I was in a hospital and I saw that my door was open slightly ajar. Then I heard 2 voices talking and I began to eavesdrop.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a miracle that she’s still alive,” said the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“Is she going to be okay?” Kyung Hee asked him.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, according to these test results, her heart will expire any time now. We need to get her a heart transplant soon because she’s past overdue for 2 years already. I made some calls and there is a matching donor for her in England.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll have to talk to her about it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please do,” said the doctor. “It’s her only hope of living.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee slowly entered my room. She stared at me with wide eyes. “You heard everything Mina?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head weakly and took the air respirator off my mouth. “You can tell him to forget about it. I’m not going to England for a couple of months to get surgery.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee ran over and shook me. “Mina, are you crazy? You have to or you’ll die.”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I told her stubbornly. “It was so hard for me to find Ji Won and I won’t let go of him just like that.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee began to cry. “I don’t want you to die though.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her sadly. “You’re a good friend Kyung Hee. I know you’ll be the perfect girl for Sung Hoon.” I yanked the IV tube off my arm. “Come on. Let’s go home.”&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month later….&lt;br /&gt;My heart condition began to grow worse. My attacks became more frequently and undetected. It would happen during odd times like when I’m showering or having dinner with the SechsKies guys. Luckily Kyung Hee was always there by my side to cover for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon hated me. I can tell by the way he acts. He probably thinks that Kyung Hee really likes Ahn Min Sung (that’s me). What he doesn’t know is Kyung Hee truly does love him and it breaks her heart seeing him go out with other girls. I think he’s doing that to make her jealous.&lt;br /&gt;As for Ji Won, he began to grow distant towards me. He wouldn’t talk to me much and he’s been depressed about something lately. I wish I could know what was bothering him because it hurts me to see him sad like that.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are definitely hard to keep. Especially ones that you have to cover everyday. I should have known that my disguise and heart attacks would be exposed soon but it just came to me unexpectedly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was in his depressed state again. There was this empty void inside him that he couldn’t erase. It was a recurring pain that never seemed to end. He felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he sees Min Sung and Kyung Hee together, it disturbs him. He could’t figure out what it was but he kept finding something wrong with the picture. Then a knock came on his door.&lt;br /&gt;“Come in,” he said, without bothering to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;I entered Ji Won’s room holding a tray of food. Now these days since he was in his isolated stage, he didn’t eat much anymore. I was beginning to worry. I didn’t have much time left with him so I wanted to take care of him the best I could with the time I still had left.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung? Are you hungry? I brought you some food.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won turned around to see who it was. It was Min Sung. “Just put it down.” Min Sung placed it down before Ji Won. Ramyun, mee-yuk-gook, rice, and curry. ‘How does he know I like these food?’ Ji Won thought. “Take it away I don’t want it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But hyung, you haven’t eaten for days. Please eat a little bit.”&lt;br /&gt;“I said take it away!” Ji Won yelled, his anger exploding. He knocked over the tray of food. It ended up spilling all over Min Sung. Ji Won and Min Sung stared at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. Min Sung leaned over to clean up the spilled food and then left.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won fell back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair frustrated. Min Sung was too much like Mina that it was driving him crazy. Ji Won knew he was out of line though, so he began to walk to Min Sung’s room to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;’What a mess’, I thought as I stripped out of my clothes. I soaked myself into a hot water bath, hoping it could wash away all my troubles. When I was done with my bath, I wrapped myself up in a towel and got out of the tub. Then I heard my room door open and then close.&lt;br /&gt;‘Must be Kyung Hee’, I thought as I began to put my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won entered Min Sung’s room, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t good at apologizing. He looked around and didn’t see Min Sung anywhere. Then he heard the sound of water draining. He figured Min Sung must be in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won opened the door slightly and saw Min Sung’s bare back. He shuts the door quietly and began to leave. He planned to apologize later but then his mind began to sort out what he had just seen. Min Sung’s back had an ‘E’ on it. Ji Won breaks the open the door to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I was buttoning up my long sleeve shirt when my door suddenly opened. I stared at Ji Won in shock but then remembered I wasn’t completely dressed yet. I buttoned up the remaining buttons and then faced him.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung!” I said surprised. “What are you doing here?” I caught Ji Won looking down at my shirt. I had buttoned it all wrong and a great deal of my body was showing. Oh hell, I thought. “Hyung, I can explain-“ I began to tell him but I never had a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung’s exposed body. Without thinking, he ripped open Min Sung’s shirt finding that Min Sung was indeed a woman. Min Sung stood still, stunned at what Ji Won had just did. He turned Min Sung’s back to him. There it was. His ‘E.’&lt;br /&gt;“M...Mina?” he asked uncertainly, afraid to hope.I didn’t know what I was more embarrassed from. Letting Ji Won expose me or being caught. In all my life I had never been angry at Ji Won but I didn’t know why I reacted impulsively. As I held my shirt together, I slapped Ji Won across the face hard with my other hand. His head snapped to the side. He held his cheeks as he turned to face me.&lt;br /&gt;“How could you do this to me Ji Won?” I asked him screaming. “Get out! Get out!” I started to push him out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was in shock. Mina, he thought. He grabbed her arms as she pushed him out. “Mina, don’t! Is it really you?”&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him. As if he knew, Ji Won took off his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. I zipped it up, covering myself. “Yes Ji Won, it is me Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I thought you were dead.”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t die. I faked my death.” “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“So I could go to Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;“You came all the way from Hawaii to find me? Why didn’t you just tell me who you are?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at Mina, who had tears coming out of her eyes. He was about to brush them off for her but then Mina pushed his hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s the only way I could do to be with you. Join SechsKies.” Ji Won stared at Mina as she continued talking. “After you left me all alone in Hawaii, my life became so miserable. Not because of my stepmom, but because of you. I finally found a way to leave Hawaii to find you. I was so happy when I thought about how I could see you again. I thought—“&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to feel a rush of mixed emotions. Mina’s words made him sad but seeing her alive in front of him, made him want to hold onto her and never let her go. He paused to let her continue.&lt;br /&gt;"—I thought that we could be together like we were….oppa and dongsang in Hawaii. But obviously, I was wrong. You had all those girls around you that you’ve completely forgotten about me.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Each one of Mina’s words stabbed him like a knife. “Mina, you don’t understand. I—“ Mina didn’t wait for his explanation and ran. Ji Won chased after her.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina!” he yelled as he chased her out of the hotel. “Hyung,” said Su Won as he saw Ji Won ran by him. Ji Won pushed him out of the way. Kyung Hee ran up to the 5 Kies. “What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;Su Won shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Ji Won was chasing Min Sung and kept screaming Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee stumbled back and Sung Hoon caught her. ‘Oh no, poor Mina,’ she thought. She turned around to see Sung Hoon looking at her sadly. Kyung Hee moved close to him and held onto him tight. Neither one of them lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; June 16, 1999&lt;br /&gt;                      It was 3 a.m. and Ji Won had lost Mina. As he chased her                        down the streets he lost track of where she ran off to.                        “Mina!” he continued shouting. His cries echoed                        throughout the streets. A lot of people heard him yelling.                        So did the Black Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;                      Tae Won silently crept behind Ji Won. Ji Won was all alone.                        Tae Won gave an evil smile. He had a plan. He and his sidekick                        began to set up a trap for Ji Won, which they knew he would                        fall for.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Mina!”&lt;br /&gt;                      I covered my ears. I didn’t want to hear Ji Won’s                        voice. I was so confused. All I ever wanted was to be with                        Ji Won but now it’s all complicated. I leaned back                        against the alley wall. I needed time to think.&lt;br /&gt;                      Ji Won ran through the alleys as he continued searching                        for Mina. Then he ran into Tae Won. Out of the darkness,                        Tae Won stepped out. “Looking for someone?”                        he asked.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Yeah,” said Ji Won, glaring at him. “I’m                        looking for Min Sung.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “The punk that stabbed me?” Tae Won asked furiously.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “I got him.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “You do?” Ji Won asked surprised. “Hand                        him over!”&lt;br /&gt;                      “There he is,” said Tae Won, pointing to a figure                        up ahead. From the back it did look like Min Sung but little                        did Ji Won know that it was all a setup.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Mina?” Ji Won whispered as he approached the                        person. It was a Black Dragon member. He grabbed a hold                        of Ji Won around the neck and began shooting Ji Won continually                        in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;                      I looked out from where I was hiding when I heard gunshots.                        “Ji Won!” I screamed as I ran out from where                        I hid. My scream threw the Black Dragon member off guard.                        Seeing his chance, Ji Won grabbed the gun from him and shot                        him in the head. He fell to the floor dead. Tae Won started                        to run away but Ji Won aimed a shot directly at his heart.                        Tae Won fell down dead too.&lt;br /&gt;                      Ji Won looked at me and then collapsed to the cold ground.                        He wasn’t able to hold on any longer. Rain began to                        pour.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Ji Won!” I screamed, shaking him.&lt;br /&gt;                      He was still breathing but barely. I lifted Ji Won up on                        my back and carried him to a nearby hospital. The rain drenched                        us and it grew hard for me to carry him because of the weight.                        However, I managed to make it. They rushed him into the                        emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;                      Four hours later, the doctor came out.&lt;br /&gt;                      “How is he?” I asked as I ran up to him.&lt;br /&gt;                      “He was shot 4 times in the stomach region. As you                        know, a person needs at least one kidney to survive but                        both of his are destroyed. Unless we can find a donor, he’ll                        have to die.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “Give him mine,” I told the doctor right away.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Are you sure?” I nodded my head. “Because                        of your heart condition, if we have this operation that                        means you can die instantly during the transfer.”&lt;br /&gt;                      I nodded my head again. “I understand. Please let’s                        have the operation now.”&lt;br /&gt;                      They tested me and luckily I was compatible with Ji Won.                        Six hours later the surgery was completed. It’s a                        miracle that I’m still alive. I knew not for long                        though.&lt;br /&gt;                      I woke up finding myself in a hospital bed with Ji Won on                        a bed next to me. He was still in a coma. I got out of bed                        and went near him. I stroked his hair gently as I bent down                        to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;                      “I love you Ji Won,” I whispered to him. Then                        I left the room, going to the last place I wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ji Won began to wake up. He looked around and realized                        he was in a hospital room. Slowly his door began to open                        and the rest of SechsKies entered his room.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Hyung?” asked Sung Hoon. “Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;                      Ji Won nodded his head weakly as he pulled himself up. “I’m                        okay now.”&lt;br /&gt;                      Jae Jin walked over to his bedside. “We’re so                        sorry Matthew hyung. We didn’t know what happened                        until this morning. We got revenge for you though when we                        wiped out the entire Black Dragon hideout.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “It’s okay,” he told them softly as they                        all bowed down.&lt;br /&gt;                      Then a knock came to his door. The doctor came in. “Oh                        good, you’re awake,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;                      Ji Won looked at him. “Thanks for saving me Doc.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="300" align="right" border="0" height="250"&gt;                             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--    e9 = new Object();    e9.size = "300x250";    e9.noAd = 1; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tags.expo9.exponential.com/tags/LoveFateDestinycom/ROS/tags.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://a.tribalfusion.com/j.ad?site=lovefatedestinycom&amp;amp;adSpace=ros&amp;amp;tagKey=2841675581&amp;amp;size=300x250&amp;amp;p=4510237&amp;amp;a=2&amp;amp;flashVer=0&amp;amp;ver=1.14&amp;amp;center=1&amp;amp;noAd=1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovefatedestiny.com%2FwhatididforloveXVII.htm&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovefatedestiny.com%2FwhatididforloveXVIII.htm&amp;amp;rnd=4508460"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/vc300.htm" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="300" frameborder="0" height="250" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; “No need to thank me. Your girlfriend is the one                        who saved your life.”&lt;br /&gt;                      Ji Won began to panic. “What did she do?”&lt;br /&gt;                      “She could have gotten a chance to go to England to                        get a heart transplant but she decided to stay to give you                        her kidney instead.”&lt;br /&gt;                      “The girl…where is she?” he asked frantically.&lt;br /&gt;                      The doctor looked around the room. “She was supposed                        to be in here—“ Ji Won got out of bed and ran                        out of the room, leaving everyone staring after him.&lt;br /&gt;                      “Hyung!” all the 5 Kies shouted but Ji Won had                        already left. He ran searching for Mina. He knew where she                        went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;’Please let Ji Won be okay’, I prayed to myself silently. Hopefully my prayers will be answered. So is this the end? My heart never changed because it was still the same one I loved Ji Won with. I couldn’t bear the thought of trading it with someone else. I was so confused. Had I finished what I had really come for? What will happen to my love for Ji Won? I didn’t know these answers.&lt;br /&gt;I felt weaker and my pen fell from my fingers. I stopped my story right there. Truth is, I didn’t know how to end it so I might as well leave it unfinished. I took off my cap and clothes. I was wearing a long white flowing dress underneath. It was the kind I always wanted to wear when I thought I was going to marry Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;My hair had grown out a little bit. It grazed my chin. I started to put on some light make up and combed my hair. I don’t know why I’m getting dressed up for but I knew I wanted to die looking like Nam Mina, and not Ahn Min Sung. I looked at my reflection again. ‘At least I look like a girl now’, I thought with a little laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, I leaned against the hard rock and wrapped my arms around it, pretending it was Ji Won. Then I heard a voice yelling out my name. “Mina!” I recognized the voice. Ji Won. I smiled, knowing at least he’ll be the last person I’ll see before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked around the beach and saw a figure in a white dress. ‘Mina,’ he thought as he ran towards her. It was Mina. He lifted her into his arms and onto his lap as he sat down on the rocks. “Mina,” he whispered to her and kissed her on the neck and face. Tears began to fall down his face.&lt;br /&gt;All of my energy seemed to have been drained as I forced myself to open my eyes. My face felt wet but it wasn’t from my tears and it wasn’t raining either. My vision was kind of blurred and I couldn’t see Ji Won too well. I reached up to touch his face. It was wet. “Ji Won,” I whispered to him. “Please don’t cry. You’re scaring me. I’ve never seen you cry before.”Ji Won looked down at Mina, through his tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t say you’re sorry,” she whispered back to him. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won shook his head. “I’m so sorry. You’ve done so much for me and I haven’t even realized it. I haven’t done anything for you except put you through a lot of pain.”&lt;br /&gt;I reached up wipe away Ji Won’s tears. “I didn’t expect anything back from you oppa. But I want to know why did you leave me in Hawaii? I could have called the wedding off if you didn’t want to marry me.” I felt Ji Won’s grip on me tighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t mean to leave you Mina,” answered Ji Won, his voice shaking. “I couldn’t take my dad anymore. My grandpa had given me his inheritance and I planned on taking you and Sung Hoon with me. I didn’t tell you about it because I was afraid you wouldn’t leave your family for me. When I came to your house to get you, my uncle’s men were there waiting for me and chased me to the docks. I escaped but I wanted to go back but couldn’t. I could have put your life in danger. This isn’t the first time I’ve cried Mina. I cried when I knew I was going to be separated from you.”&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to smile. Ji Won didn’t want to leave me, I thought. “Look Ji Wonee, I’m wearing the dress I always wanted to wear if we had gotten married.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at me. “You’re beautiful Mina,” he said to me. “If everything would have gone as planned, we could have been married here in Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;One thing was still bothering me. I think I managed to hold onto my life this long because of this question. “Ji Wonee, do you love me? I mean romantically, and not as your dongsang.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked down at Mina. She was beautiful. His heart ached when he saw how pale she was. He realized she never did know that he had loved her all along. “Yes, Mina,” he told her. “I loved you since the first day we met. I loved you then and I had never stopped loving you.” He bent down to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was deepened to a warm bliss. Ji Won said he loved me, I told myself as I felt him kiss me. Then a cold realization washed over me but I didn’t really care. I always thought that I was hurt when I didn’t receive Ji Won’s love. Instead, I found out my pain came from when I didn’t give Ji Won enough love. I haven’t told Ji Won I loved him yet.&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won,” I said to him as he looked down at me. “Thank you for making my dream come true by saying that you love me. I know you’re lying and just saying it to repay me but you didn’t have to. I did it all because I—I—“&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my voice. Not now, please, I prayed as tears fell down my face. I need to tell him before I go. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the white marble stone Ji Won had given to me when I was Min Sung. I pointed towards the ocean to make Ji Won look. I threw the stone with all my remaining strength. It skipped 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;‘Perfect,’ I thought as I closed my eyes for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won listened to what Mina was saying, he was stunned still. He couldn’t believe his ears. She thought he was saying he loved her as payment of what she had done for him. More tears fell down his face as he shook his head. Then when Mina pointed out to the ocean, Ji Won saw her throw the stone he had given her.&lt;br /&gt;It skipped 3 times. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled, knowing that Mina loved him too. He had known that she had loved him all along but she never told it to him either. “Mina, you don’t understand. I do love you!” he shouted. Then Ji Won looked down at her. She had passed on.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina?”&lt;br /&gt;He shook her gently. Her body was still and completely lifeless. “Mina!” he screamed in pain. He held onto her tightly, burying his face into her neck. He was crying so loudly and painfully that both their bodies shook.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon and the others finally made it to where Ji Won and Mina was. They circled Ji Won, who was bent over holding someone they couldn’t see.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Sung Hoon as he put his hand on Ji Won’s shoulder. “Are you okay? Where’s Min Sung?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won lifted his head up and Sung Hoon saw who Ji Won was holding. He fell back into the sand shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“M…Mina?” he asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina?” the others repeated.&lt;br /&gt;“Min Sung is Mina?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded his head. “She dressed up as a guy to join SechsKies to be with me.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right, Mickey. Mina did love Matthew hyung,” said Jae Duc quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon got up and hugged both Ji Won’s and Mina’s bodies tightly. “Why?” he asked crying. Everyone remained silent. Ji Won shook his head. He moved away from Sung Hoon and turned to face all of them.&lt;br /&gt;“SechsKies is my family. You guys are all like my brothers. Please be my witness as I make this promise to Mina.” They nodded their heads sadly and listened.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina,” Ji Won began. “When you were alive, I was never able to tell you that I loved you. Now that you’re gone, you don’t believe I love you. Even though I never showed you the kind of love you wanted me to, it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you with all I have.” Ji Won paused and yanked off the ring around his necklace. “With SechsKies here as my witnesses, I, Eun Ji Won, take Nam Mina as my wife ‘til eternity. I have nothing to give you Mina except my heart, which belonged to you from the first day we met.”&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her lips as he slipped on the ring. The others watched him in silence. They were surprised when because of all the time Ji Won had been their leader, he had never used his real name Ji Won before. They knew he was serious. When it was over, Ji Won lifted Mina up into his arms as he stood up.&lt;br /&gt;“As your leader, I have a final announcement to make. I am quitting SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?” they all asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Su Won. “Please reconsider.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won shook his head. “This is the second time Mina left me. I really can’t go on as your leader. The person I loved the most is taken away from me too soon and she died not knowing that I truly do love her.”&lt;br /&gt;The others understood what Ji Won meant. Jae Jin walked up to Ji Won. “What do you plan to do then Matthew?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know,” he answered. I’ll be somewhere where I’ll always be with Mina and constantly remind her that I love her. And as for SechsKies, with all the money and businesses we have, I don’t see any reason why we have to commit any more crimes. We each have enough money to spend for the rest of our lives already.”They all nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won placed a hand on Sung Hoon’s shoulder. “Sung Hoon,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung?” asked Sung Hoon. “If you do love Kyung Hee, tell her before it’s too late.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. “I will.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at his 5 brothers for the last time. “This final meeting of SechsKies is now adjourned. I wish you all the best and hope you do find your true love because I have. Good bye.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won picked up Mina’s book and scribbled something into it. When he was done, he placed it down back on the rock. Then Ji Won lifted Mina’s body up into his arms as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung!” shouted Sung Hoon. “Where are you going?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won continued walking and didn’t answer him. The 5 Kies watched their leader walk towards the sunset carrying his bride and disappeared. They picked up the book to see what Ji Won had written. The last entry of Mina’s story was,&lt;br /&gt;“True love never has an ending.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- taken from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/whatididforloveXVIII.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/whatididforloveXVIII.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i read this story at scribblecandy.net or something, pri 6 that time, lol, till now i still remember this story, then i was searching for this story, but the site was deleted already. 3 years. LOL ! x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-2830256554416882773?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2830256554416882773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2830256554416882773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2830256554416882773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2830256554416882773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-for-love.html' title='What I did for love'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-518164810862512590</id><published>2009-08-30T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:52:58.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Diary'/><title type='text'>Chris Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the third time she came up to see me that week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together. She said, "I miss you." I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."&lt;br /&gt;We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together,&lt;br /&gt;watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/sadlovestories2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/sadlovestories2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-518164810862512590?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/518164810862512590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=518164810862512590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/518164810862512590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/518164810862512590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/chris-diary.html' title='Chris Diary'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2263452124530450637</id><published>2009-08-30T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:44:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We passed !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;congratulations!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterday was our Gold Accreditation.&lt;br /&gt;Evacuation Gold, Outdoor Activities Gold, Footdrill Gold&lt;br /&gt;well, for RCK GOLD, idk if anybody took it.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, we all passed :] !&lt;br /&gt;i was taking footdrill gold, many errors were made and i thought i would fail&lt;br /&gt;Mutiarah and Nas were far more better than me x.x&lt;br /&gt;also, for theory, i sucks D: @!&lt;br /&gt;same for pratical, but far more worst.&lt;br /&gt;so when i heard my number , 50 being called out,&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked lol !&lt;br /&gt;mutiarah was 51,&lt;br /&gt;nas was 52 .&lt;br /&gt;i think all FD, Evac, OA Gold pass.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, slept in the MRT. lol, sleep till very happy .___.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED SIA ! tomorrow don't feel like school-ing.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;and, i can't find my thumbdrive , argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-2263452124530450637?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2263452124530450637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2263452124530450637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2263452124530450637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2263452124530450637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-passed.html' title='We passed !'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3546540434882930987</id><published>2009-08-27T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:35:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- hmph! i will definitely buy it! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today lol, miracle , slept late , then was not tired, until the last period. MATHS !&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, started to droop and i sleep then was waken by Mr Aziz.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that chinese.&lt;br /&gt;That cher guai lan lah. i come in not so late she come scold me.&lt;br /&gt;!@#$% !&lt;br /&gt;Hackcare. I got come for the ying yong wen thingy then she come say what ' you where got come!'&lt;br /&gt;she got talk to me somemore she still say.&lt;br /&gt;diaos .&lt;br /&gt;then aft sch, went into studying chem a bit while waiting till 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then jiaxin and me go off, yiru go choir [ good girl don't pon ;D ]&lt;br /&gt;i chiong maths! lol. copied from ;] .&lt;br /&gt;when we reach the bowling place, it's at jurong east there.&lt;br /&gt;then the instructor teach us how to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;he quite funny looking blah. and he strike one time niak!&lt;br /&gt;the rest is either left only 1 or 3 or some.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we try try. and haha. i keep go into the hole ! or ' drain '&lt;br /&gt;sian D:&lt;br /&gt;charity strike ! :D&lt;br /&gt;jiaxin is second time than strike. =P&lt;br /&gt;All pros x.x&lt;br /&gt;i keep go drain , go drain , go drain !&lt;br /&gt;only the 4th or 5th round i got 9 . lol left 1 .&lt;br /&gt;lucky nia! i so noob one haha.&lt;br /&gt;then aft tht, we went back  !&lt;br /&gt;lol. teckwen taught us hw to walk to pioneer mall as we stopped somewhere near fabian house.&lt;br /&gt;lol  . idk where that place.&lt;br /&gt;tq urhs.&lt;br /&gt;chiong-ed finished fnn !&lt;br /&gt;left maths, sci FT and RC to go ~ !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-- gnights all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3546540434882930987?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3546540434882930987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3546540434882930987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3546540434882930987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3546540434882930987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmph-i-will-definitely-buy-it-today-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4607388159269760130</id><published>2009-08-24T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:55:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;today watched ' Where Got Ghost'&lt;br /&gt;well, it's simply lame, not really funny.&lt;br /&gt;There are three parts to the story.&lt;br /&gt;The first part is super damn disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;The laughs of the men were so evil, make me hair stand!&lt;br /&gt;Started off with the three con 'monks' .&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what they are doing, then the Lao Da, go say what:&lt;br /&gt;" There got two children over there, whose is it ? "&lt;br /&gt;Then, the auntie uncle all look around, all cannot see mah&lt;br /&gt;[of course cannot see, con de mah! ]&lt;br /&gt;dhen, the lao da say to chase away the spirits need 1 thousand for each.&lt;br /&gt;so total two thousand.&lt;br /&gt;need to burn toys somemore, order from the 'catalog' ! LOL !&lt;br /&gt;Got transformers' toy, PSP, and alot of craps and rubbish LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Then, they earn money and the lao da go back to their home while the two guy go buy fruits for&lt;br /&gt;their lao da.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they forget buy orange and they take from a spirit de. D:&lt;br /&gt;So bad sia!&lt;br /&gt;then the lao da still say what is this lol. so tasteless than pui!&lt;br /&gt;then the other two trying to be funny, say what sugar free! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hao xiao sia!&lt;br /&gt;They also tot of a stupid idea that can earn money, and i agree that can sure win money lah =P&lt;br /&gt; They find the what residental listing book, then em,&lt;br /&gt;call each of them saying what a number from 0000 - 9999 .&lt;br /&gt;lol . 23 of the people will sure win mah. cos 4D got 23 numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when got an old lady don't want to pay [ actually if me i will also dw lol ! ]&lt;br /&gt;then they go scare her. Take flower pot, drop it beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if drop on her head = happynewyear!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, so they decided to call for girls with sweet voice lol to make the calls. and call lobang go hit those refuse to give money de.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, got one people call ask him buy 6666 , then come out on second prize and first prize lol ZAI! got two number same one meh ? x.x LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then, he don't want donate as he dk say what copyright mah. then, the person go find him and then lao da say he will try and see if badluck will be upon him mah. he run to the road, wait for car.&lt;br /&gt;But he damn suay lah. the spirit drive the car down from on the upper road. then crash down into him. then he die loh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 is about army de. LOL! Very LOL de ;DD&lt;br /&gt;-lazy to write. see the movie jiu know le -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 is about Money Not Enough 2 continued de :D&lt;br /&gt;they pray to their passed away mother.&lt;br /&gt;[recall ]&lt;br /&gt;in the movie money not enough 2, their mother, to save her son's daughter , Stella,&lt;br /&gt;went to pull off the oxygen thing and she died D:&lt;br /&gt;then, so, now.. in this ' Where got ghost' Movie,&lt;br /&gt;they pray to her say why no bring blessings blah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, their friend got alot of blessings mah.&lt;br /&gt;His mother keep let him win 4D, Toto, etc LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then , their mother appear in their house . &lt;br /&gt;They say what harass them then they scare mah since their mother also no bring blessings for them, they decided to put their mother's tablet at the people die de place, then put tablets. then, lol, they go other place for idk what. forget x.x&lt;br /&gt;their mother came and stuck on top of their car, is erm, the tablet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then rain big mah and then suddenly their mother appear in front of them, waving to them. then they u turn.&lt;br /&gt;but they never die only go out of path , almost going into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;They then succeed in getting to land and LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Something disastrous happened.&lt;br /&gt;The walls of the cliff, broke, then the rocks all break the pavement all these. then if they didnt U-turn, they will be crushed to death.&lt;br /&gt;Their mother saved them! :D !!&lt;br /&gt;Even though they treat her like that, she still care for her sons.&lt;br /&gt;Then, lol. Very sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;I cry cause, i think that even though her sons treat her like vermin, she wants to like protect them.&lt;br /&gt;And safety and health is more important then wealth :D&lt;br /&gt;Aw. But seriously speaking , their mother appearing in the television is seriously damn spooky&lt;br /&gt;and yet hilarious at the same time. See the son's reaction so damn LOL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4607388159269760130?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4607388159269760130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4607388159269760130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4607388159269760130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4607388159269760130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-today-watched-where-got-ghost-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4757880509422069165</id><published>2009-08-15T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:31:25.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D LOWKAYHWA BOOK IS DAMN DAMN DAMN NICEE!! &lt;33!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hehe. read destiny cries , i believe you le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;currently reading To Forget You. Arghkk X.X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol , addicted to his book like ecstasy already!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4757880509422069165?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4757880509422069165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4757880509422069165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4757880509422069165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4757880509422069165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-lowkayhwa-book-is-damn-damn-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4103332145452374390</id><published>2009-08-11T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:30:16.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arghk. My thumbdrive is lost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P_q. If i can't find it, GG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My fnn flies all redo. WTF liao. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope it will appear somewhere then i no need redo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Redo-ing is hell man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4103332145452374390?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4103332145452374390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4103332145452374390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4103332145452374390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4103332145452374390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/arghk.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1600335331698298790</id><published>2009-08-10T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:03:00.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recover'/><title type='text'>Be well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. this doesn't sound good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;my mummy went t see th doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;cause aft scolding me, she felt pain in her heart X=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i scare, heart attack, *touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;D: but to ask me to stop ting zui is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;may all goes wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'll try, my best, to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;X= be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1600335331698298790?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1600335331698298790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1600335331698298790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1600335331698298790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1600335331698298790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-well.html' title='Be well'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1085941995580286567</id><published>2009-08-10T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:53:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sn-djJwN1AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aUQoIDMZ40o/s1600-h/my+fnn+ew"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368182508088054786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sn-djJwN1AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aUQoIDMZ40o/s200/my+fnn+ew" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL. Tried my fnn dish. So damn, em, eek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The taste, so weird. I only like the chicken and the raisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The others, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Th sauce taste like, sour and sweet but bitter? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Need to change my recipe alr. But i submit to Mrs Tan the shopping list liao sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P_q ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;D: And my parents somehow having cold war bcos of me trying my fnn recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hilarious ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My father talk to me then my mother say don't cut in when she is talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not my problem ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1085941995580286567?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1085941995580286567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1085941995580286567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1085941995580286567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1085941995580286567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/Sn-djJwN1AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aUQoIDMZ40o/s72-c/my+fnn+ew' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4631076385716477975</id><published>2009-08-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:43:47.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is bored. D:&lt;br /&gt;Change-d skin. I like the words above haha.&lt;br /&gt;x.x yawn. tired tired. gnight people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4631076385716477975?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4631076385716477975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4631076385716477975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4631076385716477975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4631076385716477975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3078156913578369666</id><published>2009-08-09T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:13:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL . watching the National Day thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Cool, Terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;Bomb, blah ~&lt;br /&gt;Make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;In the water also got bomb siakk!&lt;br /&gt;So real , yet it's fake =PP .&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Can become a drama series.&lt;br /&gt;lol ~ protecting singapore is more important than proposing xD&lt;br /&gt;haha !&lt;br /&gt;very cool ley. lol .&lt;br /&gt;the sound effects, so lol.&lt;br /&gt;haha. terrorist attack - CLEARED ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3078156913578369666?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3078156913578369666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3078156913578369666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3078156913578369666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3078156913578369666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8739641548353105692</id><published>2009-08-09T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:34:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE !&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hehe. Double happiness lol. Woke up at 12pm sharp . Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then, my parents brought sushi :D in a container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Salmon, Tamago, blah ~ LOL . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;.xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My room mate brought a cake for my sister , Chocalate Candyfloss Mousse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lol, then it's eat and eat and eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still got leftovers. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then, wanted to play audition with yiru, but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I LOST MY ID ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;GG x 10000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lol ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well,  i guess i will remember somehow x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;happy national day ! hope everybody have a fun holiday ~ lala &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/7657281172681204770-8739641548353105692?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8739641548353105692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8739641548353105692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8739641548353105692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8739641548353105692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dd.html' title=':DD'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5714080743390582862</id><published>2009-08-08T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:04:37.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know whether to laugh or cry</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at school was so lively :]&lt;br /&gt;' The Importance of Being Kaypoh ' skit is so LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The lady singing is quite nice. Then the man that keep crying go ask her sing one more time,&lt;br /&gt;then she say ' I what? Radio urh ?' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then got another show about translating the korean song&lt;br /&gt;'Nobody' into a "I-love-singapore" song.&lt;br /&gt;Something like,&lt;br /&gt;I love singapore singapore is good&lt;br /&gt;I love singapore singapore is good.&lt;br /&gt;Then idk liao.&lt;br /&gt;My class go and say as&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Nobody wants you&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the singing and blah.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Mutiarah, Yiru, Jiaxin, Linda, Nadirah went to print photos.&lt;br /&gt;Linda have 40 free photos to print as she brought a laptop there.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then i wanted to print Kim Hyun Joong photos for Yuliany and me ,&lt;br /&gt;but I forget bring thumbdrive !!!!!!! P_q&lt;br /&gt;D: nvermind, still have next time.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards went to buy my fnn ingredient and for limjing's at Fairprice Xtra.&lt;br /&gt;Then bus-ed to her house, and then since we are there, i decided to try testing&lt;br /&gt;one of my fnn dishes. Haha, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cook till so much, then cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go running in Ntu, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then lol run till no breath.&lt;br /&gt;We run to McDonald to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i want to eat . haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to find my fangke. Borrow money&lt;br /&gt;haha, didnt know, so big lol. Ntu, and is like, hauted hse ? So eerie.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then after that , we ate double fillet fish meal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;We go share a meal and we can be so full liao x.x&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk back home.&lt;br /&gt;And limjing reach home first !!!@@!! P_q&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she call jiaxin, then i talk to her awhile , then pass back to jiaxin.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i pass back urh. If not, jiaxin phone, sure.. spoil .. lol&lt;br /&gt;Cause i was thinking about something, i also dk wht.. like in a daze like that, didnt hear the ppl behind telling us to be careful.. then my leg was in between the metal bars, and tripped, and ouch. LOL. My knee, bloood. LOL . Then i was fully awake liao. Didnt even know what happened. Then argh..walk also pain.. like pierce . Then , i go say sorry to the person. LOL what the hell did i go and do that. This sucks! D:&lt;br /&gt;Then i reach home, see my uncle somemore, my mood, omg even worst...&lt;br /&gt;Then i go wash... ok, that was damn terrible. I tahan, go use soap. Ok, that was even worst.&lt;br /&gt;Then when i stand, it's numb&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went into moody mode, since my uncle they all keep say i no manners.&lt;br /&gt;blehblehbleh idc.&lt;br /&gt;thn, i go sleep and hackcare them le.&lt;br /&gt;aw.. this sucks D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5714080743390582862?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5714080743390582862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5714080743390582862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5714080743390582862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5714080743390582862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-whether-to-laugh-or-cry.html' title='I don&apos;t know whether to laugh or cry'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7362543270258120657</id><published>2009-08-01T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:26:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Low Kay Hwa books really does rocks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially the book ' I believe You' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Low Kay Hwa got his inspiration when he came out of his bathroom. So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, next time we should also do that then we all can become sucessful writers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;HyunJoong + KyuJong 'couple' rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LilhozCNrR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LilhozCNrR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;SS501 rocks eh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finnaly, DONE FNN! Left ENGLISH. ARGHK. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7362543270258120657?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7362543270258120657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7362543270258120657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7362543270258120657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7362543270258120657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/low-kay-hwa-books-really-does-rocks-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5813711560865097114</id><published>2009-07-30T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:07:37.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. slept at around 8 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;was planning to wake up one and do fnn.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know i would sleep till 4.35 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cant finish my fnn p_q&lt;br /&gt;nvermind , hackcare .x.&lt;br /&gt;i chiong maths &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5813711560865097114?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5813711560865097114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5813711560865097114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5813711560865097114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5813711560865097114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5888342871476072537</id><published>2009-07-22T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:59:03.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cool. Anti-Alan Blog siah! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Visit at &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://anti-alan-forthewin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anti-alan-forthewin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOLS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recently, at school, can't keep my eyes open lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damn tired. Tired till Mr Aziz say me, Mrs Tan also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should sleep early for a change, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goddamn, can't keep up with maths. Sucks bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Surely, i am gonna get another F9 for End-Year-Exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That would suck. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today had a lot of laughing moments. LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TeckWen was saying about yesterday he and one big sized boy and alan and small sized boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;playing together. Then like the big sized boy keep cry. Cause the basketball keep aim for him lol then keep hit him. About 3-4 times. Then the big-sized boy cry for like 9 times. Then they all laugh at him. LOL. Bad, but funny thing is that the big sized boy go kick teckwen leg, then teckwen never anything but the boy trip and fall. LOL. Then the boy cry. LOLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, thanks to Yuliany, Yimin, Lydia and KangLe for the gift &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol x_o . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;K, i go sleep le. later my cousin come out break my thing again.&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/7657281172681204770-5888342871476072537?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5888342871476072537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5888342871476072537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5888342871476072537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5888342871476072537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-488486103388689890</id><published>2009-07-18T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:27:58.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is seriously sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My handphone confiscated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My parents say I shouldn't go to school anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And my suckiest thing is that, my dad doesn't understand ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He keeps going against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He switched off my internet cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wrestled with him to snatch my handphone back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's far too strong. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-488486103388689890?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/488486103388689890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=488486103388689890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/488486103388689890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/488486103388689890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-seriously-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1032434402308461054</id><published>2009-07-14T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:27:42.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i just, finally, finished my fnn coursework! omg. thought i would never get it done. but i didnt complete it fully. tml there's redcross meeting and fnn thingy going on after school. i've been staying back since mondey. lol , busy busy. stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, im gonna download audition! RAHH! and maybe maplesea ;D haha. lol. there's alot of things to do too :D watching that drama, it's nice ! also, this sunday , going out with friends to WWW. lol , didnt go there before and was supposed to go there when on joelle's birthday, but failed D: , so now i get a chance to go! it's a groupp outing lol. yuliany is mad about kim hyun joong :D !! haha, i can remember her saying ' kim hyun joong is soo shuai ' ! in chinese xD . I got addicted to him last time, but now so-so ;3 . it looks like, it would take awhile to stop hearing his name. haha. well, continue the kim hyun joong fantasy ? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1032434402308461054?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1032434402308461054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1032434402308461054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1032434402308461054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1032434402308461054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-finally-finished-my-fnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2112775638210836881</id><published>2009-07-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:28:52.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':['/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;i just found some nice dramas from the cabletv :]&lt;br /&gt;Prince + Princess 2&lt;br /&gt;My Girl&lt;br /&gt;Boys Over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Queen of No Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Hope I have the time to watch them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ew, it's 9.30pm and I didn't even touch my social studies.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;hope tml no school lol, [impossible]&lt;br /&gt;argh. tie-wearing day!&lt;br /&gt;TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-2112775638210836881?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2112775638210836881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2112775638210836881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2112775638210836881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2112775638210836881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-found-some-nice-dramas-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7051523690735919538</id><published>2009-07-07T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:03:45.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fwahaha, still at linda house.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going off, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;anyways... ARGH! woke up at 11am today !&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;lol, im dead tml, x.x&lt;br /&gt;then, just now went out with her , JIAXIN, MUTIARAH, NADIRAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat Pizza, and Subway at NTU. Lols, cool x.x&lt;br /&gt;Then eat eat eat, omg, the Subway got 'fly' inside,&lt;br /&gt;reminded us of the drag me to hell movie that fly that went into the nose and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;then, lol, i go complain. malu liao.&lt;br /&gt;i say, i found this inside the bread, is this a fly ?&lt;br /&gt;then they go examine, go see close up then the auntie say no ar is not.&lt;br /&gt;then the manager say is it okay if we change your bread with you?&lt;br /&gt;then i exchange with him.&lt;br /&gt;lol, malu lah.&lt;br /&gt;then lol, we all played, the drinking game :D&lt;br /&gt;like the finger game or something? we do scissors-paper-stone!&lt;br /&gt;haha, loser drink . and if cannot drink within the limited time, will have to drink&lt;br /&gt;something disgusting made by us.&lt;br /&gt;lol, we all wanted vomit x_o&lt;br /&gt;Linda, Jiaxin and me kanna most of the time, Mutiarah kanna more than Nadirah.&lt;br /&gt;Nadirah tio the bonus cup, mix with tomato, coke, salt, nachos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;ew ew ew.&lt;br /&gt;Linda's temperature was 38.0 + D:&lt;br /&gt;hope she get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;[ linda says : im beside you ._.]&lt;br /&gt;[ i say : LOL xD ]&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, now feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want school tml. and feel like slacking at here. so comfy xD&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;we went to see ******* ****** **** *** *** *  friendster.&lt;br /&gt;omg the name so long .X.&lt;br /&gt;damn sui and chio , zar! *&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;when doing fnn, must do way before deadline !&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;ok no link , linda say one. :D&lt;br /&gt;ok so, on friday, we are gonna play the disgusting game again . OMG. zar.&lt;br /&gt;k lah. dun want hog the laptop le xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7051523690735919538?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7051523690735919538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7051523690735919538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7051523690735919538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7051523690735919538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/fwahaha-still-at-linda-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4918319946762272176</id><published>2009-07-04T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:08:42.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was cool !&lt;br /&gt;focus test sucks bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;but then i think i sucks bigtime too D:&lt;br /&gt;i pangseh-ed lingxiu ! always. im feeling bad and gulity now D:&lt;br /&gt;chemistry i have hope i can pass :D&lt;br /&gt;but for physics.. i have feeling i will get zero lol.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even studied for physics. only chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;when i looked at the physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking : blank&lt;br /&gt;lol. then i anyhow scribble and write an answer.&lt;br /&gt;later get correct lol, nice. one mark.&lt;br /&gt;haha. over 20 x__o&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went to see a movie called ' drag me to hell '&lt;br /&gt;at first. it was like, an invisible force is trying to kill the boy, and a women trying to prevent it&lt;br /&gt;but failed, then after 4o years, showed a girl, Christine.&lt;br /&gt;An old lady wanted to extend her payment until the next week, and the boss lets her decide on what to do. Extend or reject, but she, in order to get in her boss good looks, rejected, based on her selfishness. Therefore, the woman knee down and begged her, kiss her dress somemore?&lt;br /&gt;She was shocked and backed away, called the security. Therefore, embarrassing her. She tried to strangle her and was pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the car park. Omg, we all screamed. Suddenly the old lady came from the backseat in the car *wonder how she got in lol* then they fight fight fight. Hilarious fight. Kufufu. Afterwards, the old lady pulled her out of the car through many blahblah, and therefore took a button from her and put a cursed on her.. the curse is.. * later tell you*&lt;br /&gt;She open her eyes and the old lady disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;then, the strange things start to happen...&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes so i didnt really remember what happened. just scream when i tio shocked. the&lt;br /&gt;sound too loud.&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend came and assure her that it is all her imagination... *but we all know it's not*&lt;br /&gt;then, i forgot what happen.. is like they slept together, lol *ehem ehem* then eew, the fly went into her left nostrils, came out from the right. or the other way round . whatever. Then went into her mouth. i was like, fuck. ew. i know then she got her dream but i think it's not lah. it's the spirit hauting her. strangling her. she woke up, gasping. lol whatever X:&lt;br /&gt;then at work, got one guy, the fingers, looks excatly like the old lady, and she screamed , " get you dirty hands off my table!" shocked everyone. Suddenly the boss asked if she is alright, then lol . nosebleed. then the blood splurt all over the place * and onto the boss, hilarious, but not for her D: she's scared stiff*&lt;br /&gt;i forget what happened, but i know she went into a future telling shop i think ? idk the name blah. then a total of 70 dollars? 6o ? im not sure. The boyfriend didn't believe at first, but since christine wanted it, he gave the person his credit card. lol, hilarious again :D.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, when looking into her future, the future telling * i call him the ft man* man saw the spirit engulfing her is it? or something with fire than BAH! lol. he backed away like he saw some scary things. Of course something wrong. He told her a black spirit has been casted upon her.&lt;br /&gt;And another day, ft man told her that she will be tortured for three days, and after that, she will be brought to hell to burn for eternity. she need to sacrifice an animal. she didnt consent as she is vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;But, when at home, there is a loud sound of someone walking towards her door, she ran upwards. towards her bedroom. and there is a shadow of hands stretching towards her, she escaped of course, trying to open the window, then she got swept up and everything is like flying above the room like whirlwind. woo woo woo . and thud, it ended. she then, had no choice, but to kill her kitty D: it's urgh. she buried her kitty and then her bf came to fetch her to meet his parents. omg, she looks pretty pretty ! :D&lt;br /&gt;but, when serving the cake, the cake of hers when she dig dig dig, got an eye, than she go and poke. then, blood, ew. then when his parents talking, she tried to grab the fork but it's lost. and then and then, she covered her ears when she heard the door and threw the glass and shouted, *i forget, D: * his parents very don't like her. she decided to accept the ft man offer of a ten thousand dollars in order to destroy the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;she tried to foke out, but it's not enough, and while trying to find the items, she in the backyard, pulled open the door , the spirit, BAH! punched the hand into her mouth, then she smart, go * lalaala* but in the end, her bf helped her. so good of him ! omg :D&lt;br /&gt;the spirit than came back, and got possesed in the goat, then, the man failed to kill the goat. but still, the woman stopped the spirit from taking her soul and banish the spirit from  blah, but her soul will still be taken. then, blahblah, she must give the button to someone , then can relesed from the curse, but will be passed on. she went to graveyard, to find the old lady. ok she did, and whao at first the face..ew. she tried to opened her hand but it's clenched tightly. and she swore, she, christine blah, will give the button as a gift to the old woman. then she tried to climb out, but cant, and is like flooding quickly. what's worst, the corpse head, pop up and, the arm dangling over christine, and christine unable to pull it away. still, an object fall over them and she went back into the water. but she reappeared again.. with the rain washing her face.. and then turned into her showering. then, she went to meet her bf, xD, she even brought a new jacket. and they showed her bf taking out his ring. he's gonna propose. omg ! :D . still, when he took out, the envelope, she froze. and out.. came.. the... BUTTON. SHE .. is still going to be sent to hell to burn for eternity !!! she backed .. and then dropped down the MRT platform. The bf screaming for help but no one helped.. i didnt see anyone ard.. and then... the MRT coming and the bf reaching his hand out for her, but, the ground opened up, and hands pulled christine. he was unable to help her as he can only watch his gf, being pulled into the depths of hell, his face full with tears. the show ended, with his bf staring at her button... the button which changes the destiny of Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my opinion about this show is.. that i actually liked the show, i used liked,  as, the ending , was so blissfully happy of the future.. being married to the man she loves.. but, she needs to die due to her selfishness but it's for her bf, as his parents wanted his gf to be a sucessful one. i would say, the main problem is his parents. why care for status ? what if status high but only using the bf right? just have someone loving each other and grant their wish. UNREASONABLE. it's his parents who had caused her death. i would say. LOL . no link x_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4918319946762272176?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4918319946762272176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4918319946762272176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4918319946762272176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4918319946762272176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-cool-focus-test-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1010749707349875600</id><published>2009-06-30T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:48:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, this sucks.</title><content type='html'>wow, i just on-ed my laptop and a virus appeared o.o&lt;br /&gt;and wow i removed it and it came back.&lt;br /&gt;Trojan somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Thumbdrive kanna too.&lt;br /&gt;Now com starting to lag lag lag, own self restart.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.. damn fcking virus.&lt;br /&gt;argh! what the hell....&lt;br /&gt;the anti-virus we brought no use.. say what something wrong blahblah..wtf...&lt;br /&gt;dhen.... we buy for nothing..our money fly only... wtf.....wtf  wtf lar!&lt;br /&gt;somemore... i thought chi class got yiru pei..&lt;br /&gt;now... D:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna lead a damn terrible suey life.&lt;br /&gt;ok, chi is not suey.. but the teacher really like pushover lor!&lt;br /&gt;sure tio bullied de. lol. X=&lt;br /&gt;argh. whateveeeer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1010749707349875600?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1010749707349875600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1010749707349875600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1010749707349875600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1010749707349875600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-this-sucks.html' title='hey, this sucks.'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9220455229764069117</id><published>2009-06-27T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:46:00.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i fall asleep and the next thing happens is my laptop dropping to the floor. I was like O_O . And my niece was at there laughing, siting at where my laptop should be. I was like, you wanna die ? Damn ! My laptop speed has decreased a bit, maybe not all caused by the fall but whatever. Laptop speed is now TT ! LAG ! LAG ! LAG ! WHAT THE ... zzz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-9220455229764069117?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9220455229764069117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9220455229764069117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9220455229764069117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9220455229764069117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9181616223657585861</id><published>2009-06-26T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:14:21.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOIN TAYLOR SWIFT'S OFFICIAL FAN CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.taylor-swift89.webs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-9181616223657585861?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9181616223657585861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9181616223657585861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9181616223657585861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9181616223657585861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/join-taylor-swifts-official-fan-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-6730493267902695982</id><published>2009-06-25T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:37:36.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah, school's going to open soon. just, 4 more days ?&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking. If i didn't make it to 4E, maybe i'll just drop school and go work.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only..&lt;br /&gt;Argh!That's why i MUST STUDY HARD already!&lt;br /&gt;Still, can't resist the laptop &gt;&lt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;Been using till late in the night, up till 7am ! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess this kind of lifestyle gotta change!&lt;br /&gt;And fuck, i do hate my father.&lt;br /&gt;Accusing w/o the correct facts o.o&lt;br /&gt;Scolding me when i said something unpleasant to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just can't get along with him.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He can just go get a life, man .&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, was searching for Taylor Swift's s&lt;br /&gt;I'll post it up on here later on :D&lt;br /&gt;Have been audi-ing with mutiarah, yiru lately.&lt;br /&gt;FUN ! +uus Yiru for leveling !&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's all I got to say. . .&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got the sushi cravinqs coming up x_o&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go eat sushi &gt;&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;haahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-6730493267902695982?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6730493267902695982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=6730493267902695982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6730493267902695982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6730493267902695982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/haahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5147526718022503521</id><published>2009-06-21T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:06:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;19JUNE2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to iffaaah's house late :X&lt;br /&gt;woke up late x_o&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;when going to her house, i crossed the 179 bus stop and Linda's house.&lt;br /&gt;and saw cockroaches and more cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;was practically screaming and i didn't dare to walk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;moving, dead, half dead.&lt;br /&gt;especially Joelle's block, the floor...&lt;br /&gt;!!#$%^$&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;i just run and across the road, didn't stop to see the car.&lt;br /&gt;lol, heng no car.&lt;br /&gt;reached iffah's hse ard 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;so we got started.&lt;br /&gt;i help her do some of the proposal and she did her ULP stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;so we do do do do do do do&lt;br /&gt;until one part when i accidentally saved the old file in the new file in my thumb drive&lt;br /&gt;and i was like oh my god ! shit !&lt;br /&gt;then iffah actually can sleep at 11pm one, turn out must redo.&lt;br /&gt;but heng she did saved a portion of the deleted file.&lt;br /&gt;need to redo another portion.&lt;br /&gt;and it was like driving her mad x:&lt;br /&gt;iffah, sorry !&lt;br /&gt;but she did it in the end :D&lt;br /&gt;congrats !&lt;br /&gt;lol, so limjing went to meet me and we walk to meet jiaxin.&lt;br /&gt;lol, it was like.. already 12am plus when i went out of iffah's house.&lt;br /&gt;meaning that the time we meet jiaxin is about 1am plus ? ;O&lt;br /&gt;haha, then we went to 7-11 , they brought food for my bdey , sweeeet ! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i brought maggie for them X:&lt;br /&gt;then after eating, we went to primeeee market. like no people x: &lt;br /&gt;then like bout 3am, we still not home siah !&lt;br /&gt;deciding where limjing should go. home or our house.&lt;br /&gt;then she come my house, tio discovered by my mom. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then scold scold scold.&lt;br /&gt;she was discovered cause i go and charge the laptop battery but instead i knock down the fan.&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;then next day ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2oJUNE2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarwns.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and then heard my niece voice..&lt;br /&gt;then limjing went to work, then i went to pass things to linda and met up with joelle.&lt;br /&gt;we went to buy sushi lol.&lt;br /&gt;once we got back, we go out again to buy cake.&lt;br /&gt;haha, got a fruit cake instead of the chocolate mint blah cake. D:&lt;br /&gt;then aft eating , we went to watch the boys before flowers special episode in my laptop :D&lt;br /&gt;was sooo LOL! especially the NG parts. ahah! limjing and i both agree that the girl interviewer is so damn xxxxx . haha, upload them here later on :D&lt;br /&gt;then limjing got to go, she got work on sunday too D:&lt;br /&gt;it's 8pm . LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;then, joelle and me watch videos of hyun joong and his wife, Hwang Bo.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg ! so loving &lt;3 and cute :D ! support them !!!&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe, Hyun Joong's family are so damn funny and cute lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload them here later on ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5147526718022503521?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5147526718022503521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5147526718022503521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5147526718022503521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5147526718022503521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/19june2009-went-to-iffaaahs-house-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-2480294640490605478</id><published>2009-06-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:06:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;euw, back aching, blisters. what's more ? add in another fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would make the trick , ' sick ' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, im getting a crappy headache , argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-2480294640490605478?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2480294640490605478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=2480294640490605478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2480294640490605478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/2480294640490605478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/euw-back-aching-blisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1813560104446980317</id><published>2009-06-17T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:00:42.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no post. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. haha, like what kangle said..&lt;br /&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT RAWKS ;D .&lt;br /&gt;her actions are superb cute !!!&lt;br /&gt;madly in love with her, maybe ? x:&lt;br /&gt;anyway readers :] , take a vote at this link :&lt;a href="http://www.ilike.com/artist/Taylor+Swift/come_to_my_town"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ilike.com/artist/Taylor+Swift/come_to_my_town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vote for taylor swift to come to SINGAPORE ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;all those popular bands and singers like , Big Bang, Tokio Hotel, etc, rarely come to SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR ley! Hope this time, a miracle can happen and make them come to SINGAPORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1813560104446980317?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1813560104446980317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1813560104446980317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1813560104446980317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1813560104446980317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8109206891546428268</id><published>2009-06-05T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:30:07.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;1 JUNE; MON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jwsc with friends ;D.&lt;br /&gt;was fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked backwards in the lazy pool.&lt;br /&gt;omg, waater pressure was strong x_o&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;did that 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, had fun and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2JUNE; TUE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. was fun too. went to city hall ;D and walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to elaborate. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3JUNE; WED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out also. [ lol, 3 days in a row. woo ]&lt;br /&gt;Met with LINDA at the interchange at ard 12 plus?&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in to jurong point and she treat me and jiaxin :]&lt;br /&gt;haha thaaanks!&lt;br /&gt;she treat wo 2 pen and foolscape.&lt;br /&gt;jiaxin two pen.&lt;br /&gt;thaaaaanks again!&lt;br /&gt;we saw ZHENGWEI [ lol two times ]&lt;br /&gt;i think with his primary school friends bah.&lt;br /&gt;then we continue to LAILAI there.&lt;br /&gt;thannnks agaain :]&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i now too boliao x_o&lt;br /&gt;then we went to LINDA's house see bijou and BJ. i think spelt like that ?&lt;br /&gt;em, played with bijou. and we went to see BJ's babies.&lt;br /&gt;saw a part of them. very red. o_x&lt;br /&gt;then home-d.&lt;br /&gt;well, in between went to limjing's house and waited for her like.. 2-2hrs plus?&lt;br /&gt;we at her home do nothing. read and 'do' homework.&lt;br /&gt;finally she reach home. then we did what we want and home-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4JUNE; THRUSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to doo.. very sian on that day. was going to return joelle's breaking dawn and magazines,&lt;br /&gt;but parents banned me from going out till SUN, so.. D:&lt;br /&gt;watched videos download from internet, since, no internet allowed TT. BLEACH, lol.&lt;br /&gt;then, played with niece, go entertain her.. then in the end she cry. x_o&lt;br /&gt;ahh, she's quite a lot to handle.&lt;br /&gt;finally done maths and social studies. &lt;br /&gt;left ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;i see sian liao. so hard x_x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5JUNE; TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally peace :D niece today go home.. woo !&lt;br /&gt;still, the fact remains that i threw something and it hit on her head. lol.&lt;br /&gt;my sis told me , ' nice aim ' .&lt;br /&gt;then she never cry but.. laugh x_o .&lt;br /&gt;she like keep on fall down and hit on the same spot on her head.&lt;br /&gt;hope she grow up, her head won't have any problems if not, im dead x.x&lt;br /&gt;chionging ENGLISH, anyhow do. sure all wrong. SUMMARY was worst!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im happy there's peace and quiet in the house again ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8109206891546428268?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8109206891546428268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8109206891546428268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8109206891546428268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8109206891546428268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-june-mon-went-to-jwsc-with-friends-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4039965332328929318</id><published>2009-05-29T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:01:30.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ew. gonna get my super bad results already later on. D: Confirm last position in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong's really going D: lol. Feel like i can concentrate most on his lesson, or maybe lol. Still will eventually sleep. But tried my best to pay attention le. x_o. I guess, RED CROSS and JWSS will miss him :D, the ever 24-hour funny and chemisty ' cher !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;28MAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. Played fun games today. And yuliany keep on ' kill ' me. Yuliany, you are sooo bad, but it's fun :D. haha. xD Me and Khoi Lam sit beside you, becoming your favourtie victims urh. haha. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday night. omg. when i think of idk what, tears just came out. Today at school also almost. Then alan and teckwen come disturb me. Make me laugh. Nowdays, become prone to crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4039965332328929318?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4039965332328929318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4039965332328929318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4039965332328929318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4039965332328929318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ew_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1790279966315788817</id><published>2009-05-26T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:02:53.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. lol. lol.&lt;br /&gt;headache. tired. no strength. x.x&lt;br /&gt;today, had F and N. Cooking a failure mayonnaise. I AM A FAILURE , k ?&lt;br /&gt;Sucks like hell. Was clueless what. The egg go drop on floor =___=&lt;br /&gt;I got failed by teacher. Not sure i fail or not cause teacher only said ' Alan, Fail already. '&lt;br /&gt;Still, we mixed our mayonnaise together, so fail together. what the hell. first time failing??&lt;br /&gt;Teacher told us to take our utensils, ingredients. I took the utensils already, teacher said, "&lt;br /&gt;Simyee, take utensils already or not huh? " i cannot hear clearly, then i heard utensils, so i just point to my table there loh. =________________________________________= .. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to cut cucumber, tomato, onion all these. CAUSE I STUPID MAH. I STUPID cannot arh... I ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRY LEH.. How arh? I all don't KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;The taste the mayonnaise form also at ALAN there.. he take two =_______________= . .&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards was maths. Overcomed it. Stand for one period, or less? or more? Didn't bring all the maths stuffs. Anyways, thanks LIFEI for lending E:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was all about playing. And just some stupid AI LAN , make the chocalate stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I tolerate alot le. Still want play one last time. lol. I feel like hacking care pour it all over him.&lt;br /&gt;Then talk talk, laugh laugh, play play, ding dong ding dong, go home :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1790279966315788817?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1790279966315788817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1790279966315788817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1790279966315788817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1790279966315788817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5018608020161448755</id><published>2009-05-23T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:14:06.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ew. saturday pass like so fast. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;still helping linda, teckwen and alan respectively with each of their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i haven't done my f and n recipe and corrections @!@!@!@!@!@!@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to eat sushi today ! xD at that stadium one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sugoi desu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol. x.x now's the time to get tired of sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;maybe i would skip sushi as one of my favourite foods for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;still, im looking forward to yuki yaki !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;/3 iceee-creeeam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kehehs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LINDA! i still at chapter three ehs! LOLS! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My exam marks totally sucks. FAILED ALL SUBJECTS FTW ??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope i pass ENGLISH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maths = F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Humanities = F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Science = D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chinese = F9/E8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Food and Nutrition = F9!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;English = ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lols. i lose hope in results le. ewk. don't wanna think of them anymore liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; kyuu o.o : lol. slow mehs ? x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; yongjie : lols. since when singer becomes you career in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; kayneen : hahas. okay! i will do your quiz in the next post. sorry eh. no time lol. x.x internet going haywire. keep on ' page cannot be displayed..' yada yada yata. heh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5018608020161448755?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5018608020161448755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5018608020161448755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5018608020161448755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5018608020161448755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ew_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5798164843554032729</id><published>2009-05-18T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:39:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ew. do one whole day still cannot finish. what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;interaction. zero percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r&amp;amp;d, 90 perecent done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm giving up already x.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/7657281172681204770-5798164843554032729?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5798164843554032729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5798164843554032729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5798164843554032729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5798164843554032729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ew.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3922031736759844107</id><published>2009-05-18T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:56:36.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since friday till now, i guessed i've slept for less than 10hours.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;FIRST REASON : FNN's Research and Development&lt;br /&gt;SECOND REASON : KFC WORK. ( today's my last day )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was wrong of me to tell them, but it's even wrong to even start talking like that.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, this matter is caused by me. still, when i said it, i meant no harm, like, it's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't kno, a joke can turn into a big fire. well, now it's finnaly over already, so i shouldn't care much. still, you all don't have to be so purposely right? it's like like i wanna serve customers anyway. really felt like walking out of the workplace. without giving a damn about it. oh well, it's good that i don't have to go back there. I don't ever wanna step into there again. It's the beginning of my nightmare and i would never ever re-activate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i quit already. it's a good thing. won't have to worry about them le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3922031736759844107?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3922031736759844107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3922031736759844107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3922031736759844107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3922031736759844107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-friday-till-now-i-guessed-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5791738300705385066</id><published>2009-05-16T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:50:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, all the exams had ended.&lt;br /&gt;wheeowheet!&lt;br /&gt;food and nutrition was hard.&lt;br /&gt;didnt study. those that came out, some i remember, some not clear and some i don't even learn.&lt;br /&gt;thus, have a feeling i will flunk that paper. ahh god! hard man.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was chinese listening comprehension. Didnt understand, anyhow do the paper x.x lols.&lt;br /&gt;then, after that went to IMM. Limjing brought her present for her friend. i brought nothing. Jiaxin brought earing. Then, we went home. Go see Limjing's mio tv's ' The incredicble tales' xD so cool and thrilling. Especially the Bloddy Mary part. Then her mio tv suddenly ' break down ' . I think this as a sign to tell us to go home lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then just now playing audition. Gavin's pro. So is kangle. Looks like i'll need to brush up my standard already. I keep on tio owned and pwned by them. ROWR@!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5791738300705385066?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5791738300705385066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5791738300705385066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5791738300705385066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5791738300705385066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-all-exams-had-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1726772532536567260</id><published>2009-05-10T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:40:34.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics @_____@&lt;br /&gt;diediedie.&lt;br /&gt;lol, didnt know how to do... thou i've learned and studied.. ( last min )&lt;br /&gt;eeewk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards, went to i forget where but around raffles, helping yiru buy her art things.&lt;br /&gt;together with mutiarah, nardirah ( and her mom :3 ) , jiaxin.&lt;br /&gt;plain noob eh. when we brought and were going home, we at second floor, taking lift to first floor.&lt;br /&gt;then got some BUSINESS SUIT men, looked at us like not happy like that.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, got one men looked at me then say this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can take the stairs right? only one level down.&lt;br /&gt;Waste the president/resisdent time you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, i still go apologised. really regretting for me apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Well, people have the rights to take the lift right? more convienient.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, like he said, just one level down what.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he just shut his mouth up? Take only about less than a minute in his life.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt waste much, k.&lt;br /&gt;Idotic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn suay already on chemistry test that day.&lt;br /&gt;I went jp.&lt;br /&gt;Then, got this guy, push trolley.&lt;br /&gt;I a bit slow, didnt react FAST.&lt;br /&gt;Become as a crime for not letting him past. He told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you cannot move arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nnb. everything like my wrong siah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1726772532536567260?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1726772532536567260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1726772532536567260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1726772532536567260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1726772532536567260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/physics-diediedie.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3239569520147503337</id><published>2009-05-07T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:06:39.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. i said chemistry was easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i take my words back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn. many careless mistakes made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i said i maybe will pass chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i feel like i would fail it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;social studies hack care le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause definitely fail one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tomorrow's physics.. if a miracle happens.. i maybe can pass the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;study till headache already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;JIAYOU FOR TOMORROW EXAM YOU ALL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3239569520147503337?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3239569520147503337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3239569520147503337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3239569520147503337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3239569520147503337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4766097947918206948</id><published>2009-05-04T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:27:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. today was educational. ( isn't school all about education? oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;firstly, it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;went to school, by car. not really wet as dad went into the school gate to the shelter there.&lt;br /&gt;went to class.&lt;br /&gt;first person i saw : LINDA :D&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then yuliany, elton. lol.&lt;br /&gt;faster chiong geography&lt;br /&gt;then after that, stayed in class. =DD&lt;br /&gt;yarwns&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;tmrw got fnn&lt;br /&gt;damn. must sleep early. but need revise. ROWR!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;so, fnn basically, extended coursework till after exam.&lt;br /&gt;went through coursework.&lt;br /&gt;was daydreaming. so didnt hear much.&lt;br /&gt;then was english. omg that fake twlight movie.&lt;br /&gt;then go hall !&lt;br /&gt;thn assembly . 'played' with yuliany whole day long. since was bored. haha&lt;br /&gt;you sure are a good entertainer. =DD&lt;br /&gt;then was chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt fall asleep. :D !&lt;br /&gt;ok, then, was maths.&lt;br /&gt;i did sleep lol.&lt;br /&gt;didnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;then. maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;worst. T-T.&lt;br /&gt;k. now, i wanna study chem before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4766097947918206948?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4766097947918206948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4766097947918206948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4766097947918206948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4766097947918206948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4947279276996212155</id><published>2009-05-03T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:24:22.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. life do really sucks sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just another factor of boredom and stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;still, why do we even exist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if there's reincarnation, isn't life like repeating itself over and over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;suffering life after life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who knows, maybe you have many lives before yours, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just like, cats have nine lives, humans have unlimited life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People die, and reincarnation occurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;World's getting into chaos soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with all these dieases running loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Harmful and yet incurrable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It sucks. to see those people close around you die or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;totally sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what kind of life are we given anyway, we experience torture, sadness, happiness, angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all kinds of emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we live, we become sick and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to me, life's meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol. just survive everyday w/o fail would be a great thing to achieve already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;maybe we're being tested. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4947279276996212155?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7657281172681204770.post-3625943983404930220</id><published>2009-05-02T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:16:53.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. so my phone went into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;thought for a moment i was going to celebrate its funeral.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, it's fixed. but, the contrast.. was worst then ever.&lt;br /&gt;still, better than none.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my niece for throwing my phone on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i will remember this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3625943983404930220?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3625943983404930220/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese was bad D:&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know how to do chinese compo.&lt;br /&gt;wrote craps and more craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper two was worst.&lt;br /&gt;I only know two words in section one.&lt;br /&gt;The section two was like NONE.&lt;br /&gt;The rest was plainy on luck.&lt;br /&gt;I'll faaaail ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1352913377673096092?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1352913377673096092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1352913377673096092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;a) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;b) during the afternoon &amp;amp; and early evening&lt;br /&gt;c) late at night(this one :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk..&lt;br /&gt;a) fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;b) fairly fast, with little steps&lt;br /&gt;c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;d) less fast, head down (normally does this)&lt;br /&gt;e) very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you..&lt;br /&gt;a) stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;b) have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;c) have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking(maybe this. cause the rest i dont)&lt;br /&gt;e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with...&lt;br /&gt;a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;b) your legs crossed(mostly this..)&lt;br /&gt;c) your legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;d) one leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. When something really amuses you, you react with....&lt;br /&gt;a) big appreciated laugh(this one bah)&lt;br /&gt;b) a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;c) a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;d) a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you..&lt;br /&gt;a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know(lol.)&lt;br /&gt; c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted.......&lt;br /&gt;a) welcome the break(:D)&lt;br /&gt;b) feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;c) vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;a) Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;b) black&lt;br /&gt;c) yellow or light blue(lightblue&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;d) green&lt;br /&gt;e) dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;f) white&lt;br /&gt;g) brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are..&lt;br /&gt;a) stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;b) stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;c) on your side, slightly curled(it's cold ._.)&lt;br /&gt;d) with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;e) with your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are...&lt;br /&gt;a) falling&lt;br /&gt;b) fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;c) searching for something or somebody(:D)&lt;br /&gt;d) flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;e) you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt; f) your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER 60 POINTS : Others see you as someone they should 'handle with care.' You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant.. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS : Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement! you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp;amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust In your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would! really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions &amp;amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. So me people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result : 41 . ( Totally wrong x.x )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7396774939863177540?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7396774939863177540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7396774939863177540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7396774939863177540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7396774939863177540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-9223252990157521966</id><published>2009-04-29T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:33:45.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today English EXAM.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll fail my speech i don't know D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Paper one was okay, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still, i had trouble with the speech and made some errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Paper two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Was ~#$%^&amp;amp;*(^&amp;amp;*()_+_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hate the Vocab section!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I maybe would fare badly in the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ROWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to eat in KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Khoi Hung was disturbing us .___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then, we went ard walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damn, my chinese test havent learn yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then now, ROWR! i must chiong ar! &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/7657281172681204770-9223252990157521966?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9223252990157521966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=9223252990157521966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9223252990157521966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/9223252990157521966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-english-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3478640194911038590</id><published>2009-04-28T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:10:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exam's tommorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt; i havent study any of the subjects yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English : Currently trying to study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese : I can just go ahead and fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Social Studies : I don't even understand what Miss Chan is talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geography : Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Physics and Chemistry : I can just go and jump down a building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maths : It's like eating 10000 chilies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;F and N : Tons and Tons for information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did i miss out any ? Hope i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Message :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to school girl :D . School is good :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thou Exams and Homework sucks. I hope I can help. If that will make you come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, just come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i am originally a Buddhist, so I shouldn't change. Anyways, i know about that already. Since from the begining of the year. lol. It just that, arhks. I don't know what you mean by : i hope that won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; [ or something like the same sentence ] It's.. arhk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, So, what's your problem? You're acting weird since from today i don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the nudging and thingy thingy are not needed in front of eyes y'know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Irritates me more only. Oh, god, the laptop button came out .__. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Something's up, i guess? Can't you just spit it out ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ 3 more mins to 9pm ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a total miracle. I paid attention in class and in F and N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, not totally. I found my mind drifting off in F and N and maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese totally sucks. My crushed test paper looks like mashed potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23.5 over a hundred. Well. No comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, teacher was not totally into going through the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was she doing? I can't even hear what she say. And, i ask her repeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gave me a look which made me give up on completing the corrections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, went to look for JiaXin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then i can stay back awhile to the treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, ate the Salmon meal. Don't know the actual name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, thanks LINDA :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then walk and walk, then bus-ed home !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once home, go out again. Buy sweet drinks, money provided by mother :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;left $40. lol. spent the $10 on drinks and more drinks :D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. over 3 min le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I go chiong English. If i can even get it into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Luck For Those Taking Exams!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [ Tommorow or whatever x: ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;+u+u !!&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/7657281172681204770-3478640194911038590?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3478640194911038590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3478640194911038590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3478640194911038590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3478640194911038590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-476498420996580464</id><published>2009-04-27T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:42:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's MONDAY D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;two more days to Mid Year Exam ! (not counting today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;didn't start revision, at least not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slept for awhile during English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that, i think i have survived through chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;miracle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that is all thanks to the assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the people up there were funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one girl, two boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i THINK the girl and boy's vocals are nice :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. hope for another time like this soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like the part whereby the girl sung : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday To you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're born in the zoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the lions and elephants[?],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a monkey like you :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.  also where the girl made a poem out of sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;forgotten what was it already. But i like it. LOL. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then they combined all the songs together. NICE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, we were having a lesson in the hall [ the boys went back to class; we can slack in hall ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person talking was also another funny one :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, chemistry. Thought have test but no :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alan was made to do pumping position for the almost two periods of Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he recovered, all with sweat. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who ask him go make fun of the girls. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Wong was going through the paper. Actually, i whole paper don't know lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't dare ask . haha. next time i see him then i ask. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Aziz lesson. got back our paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;arhhhhhhhhh! FAIL FAIL FAIL.  i knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 marks ! damn. over 40 markkkks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;two BIG careless mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one 4 mark, one 1 mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 + 4 + 1 = 17 marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then at least i happy la. 3 more marks to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;better than 8 marks. T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;physics and Chinese no need say, i know is FAIL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROWR ROWR!!@@!!@@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;English Remedial. Was okay. Didnt sleep :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then went to 3E1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didnt spot LINDA. decided to go canteen with Yuliany first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then byebye session D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then went up to class 3E5. Halfway, outside the hall. Saw Yiru, Mutiarah, Nardirah, JiaXin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I accompany her go up lab. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to do Social Studies work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then talked with ShanShan. haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then erm. saw PeiShan. Mayb Linda also released already, so went to find here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not there D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bus-ed home with JiaXin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So end of story :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now is.. CHION CHIONG F and N's : R and D + The corrections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Introducing this song : i think it's very nice and cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aya Ueto : &lt;i&gt;Smile For...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn ending song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Arh. Damn. Just can't UPLOAD this video upupup!!!! D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the link instead :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x642XBXUtlE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;KHR is sugoi ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-476498420996580464?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/476498420996580464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=476498420996580464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/476498420996580464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/476498420996580464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-monday-d.html' title='It&apos;s MONDAY D:'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8792917497848495584</id><published>2009-04-26T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:03:39.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. i found myself to be a jerk after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x: after reading them, lol, it seems im the one being ignornant here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(spelling's wrong, hacking care.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. i take back my words, from previous post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol, didnt want to edit it as everytime i did, the entire post gets kinda messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, just saying this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you can see that she is trying real hard, y'know, to patch with you. can sense it luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(erm. thou i am not sure what's wrong between you all. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you shouldn't get her worried anymore. revert back to the normal self again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't be another person on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or rather, tommorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i believe after this incident, your's relationship will become better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am sure of it. if only you would face up to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you still have friends who are waiting for you to come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. i don't even know what i am crapping but, know that, &lt;strong&gt;you are not alone&lt;/strong&gt;. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dang ! didnt have enough time for chemistry revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only up till chapter two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dang, shouldn't have stuck my mind on computers/laptops anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got to get rid of them, for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8792917497848495584?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8792917497848495584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8792917497848495584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8792917497848495584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8792917497848495584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-5783923979487478269</id><published>2009-04-23T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:20:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well. school was not going well as i thought. but i have to get done with the posting. so here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MON(20APRIL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hve no memory of what's happening tht day D:&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i think first twoo period. are just sleeping lesson for me. it's geography btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then carry on to f and n. Mrs Tan didnt come, so we went back to class. was discussing abt my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;receipe and how it's going to fail. D: well, then blahblahblah and yadayadayada. was hoping to pass on tuesday pratical exam. Some of the ingredients I've listed, i didnt even what are they!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then idontknow what, then recess. then assembly. was sibei boring. slacked and talk also dont know what with yuliany. lol. haha. she very cute okay?! hahas (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then carry on to PC lesson. then science(chemistry) then maths. then after school, i think i have english file-ing to do. then went home. was going to meet with kangle at 6pm to do photo-taking of the ICphoto but in the end never. I was buying ingredients at Shengsiong. lol. and i didnt know it was at near gekpoh there. i thought like very far away. So shop for ingredients. Then HOME @ !! i tried out the recipe, and failed terribly. too much spice and pepper. GOD. tastes HORRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUE(21APRIL)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our pratical exam. So prepared the ingredients and utensils. Carried on, and anyhow start. Didnt know how to on the oven lol. I didnt follow the receipe lor. I just did it my style one. lOl! in the end, i think it tastes HORRRRRIBLEEEE ! afterwards was maths. Then blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;End of school. Had NCO meeting, i think. Then so was quite funny urh. Talking about TengYeow's supermario acts. X: then WED had to stay back D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WED(22APRIL)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. So, ignoring, and going home eh. Just want to say this : ( I don't care if you even see or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOW is not ME leaving YOU okay? I don't get your meaning but what's up with your fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want to do it your way, go ahead. Nobody's stopping you. People don't give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is YOU give up on people. I don't understand you, maybe that's why. But just to make this CLEAR, I DON'T HATE you. If you have the fear of friends leaving, then CHERISH them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rather then giving in, have the ' DON'T GIVE UP'' mindset. I know I am just some nobody but, it's your life. You live it your way. Don't make the wrong decision and suffer. ARHK. T-T. Whatever. TakecAres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is getting more absurb by the minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THRUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;la.la.la. I forget what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese test = FAIL FAIL FAIl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brought a hamster for LINDA as birthday present. Happy Adavnced Birthday :D. Cherish 'BABY' okay :D . heh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Social studies test = FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Physics TEST = FAIL ( cant believe i got the 1st question wrong. im such an idiot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CE was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MATHS was alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ENGLISH is intresting, heh. I like the video miss Noora let us see. I wanna see it again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school, chiong-ed compo and social studies. did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thn went home. and went out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;didnt brought jiaxin's bday present D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but provide !.90 for her bottle which costs 15.90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nice bottle ; im jealous x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyw. my hp drop on floor again and it seemed that the screen as a crack x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what the heckk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna change to a new hp! rowr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. went to see baby again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, Baby's the dwaft hamster name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arhkk ! damn kawaii! x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. well, will end here :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;how long do you need, man ???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-5783923979487478269?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5783923979487478269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=5783923979487478269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5783923979487478269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/5783923979487478269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1295219173331042766</id><published>2009-04-10T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:37:04.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rowr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early morning just to see my niece crying.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know what happen. But whatever x:&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i reached school with the same o transport.&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;thanks iffah for your newmoon. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;yarws&lt;br /&gt;tireed T+T&lt;br /&gt;well,  then lesson time. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;forget what happen le.&lt;br /&gt;so, hack care.&lt;br /&gt;then aft sch.&lt;br /&gt;moved chair and flower pot.&lt;br /&gt;then change into rc Uniform.&lt;br /&gt;then lalala.&lt;br /&gt;P.O.P started at 5.&lt;br /&gt;so fast they all step down alrd.&lt;br /&gt;CHAIRPERSON &gt; BOONHUI&lt;br /&gt;VICE-CHAIRPERSON &gt; IFFAH :D&lt;br /&gt;congratulations!@@&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;we got assigned to our respective roles.&lt;br /&gt;still left a group of people in one special group.&lt;br /&gt;have no idea what it is but something confidential.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in it. so does mutiarah, safia, blahs.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, saw linda and we escort mutiarah to LJS. =D&lt;br /&gt;soon, then we parted with her.&lt;br /&gt;took 241 with LINDA.&lt;br /&gt;haha. watched the television. so nice the show.&lt;br /&gt;almost forget to alight x.x&lt;br /&gt;hhas. so then. reach home.&lt;br /&gt;niece was crying again.&lt;br /&gt;she very spoilt leh x.x&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;k, i'll end here. ;D byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-1295219173331042766?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1295219173331042766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1295219173331042766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1295219173331042766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1295219173331042766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/iffah-d-congratulations-hahas-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3463682229401487164</id><published>2009-04-08T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:11:05.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey, peeps, humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;finnaly done with the blog. phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;left with the songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was blog hopping, and i saw the song tht i liked in Gavin's . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then went to Cheyenne's. Saw some of the songs i liked too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gah. Damn heng heng eh :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyws, today physics teacher didnt come. thou was happie x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want to know my results &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the suspense's killing me x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got a maths test today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, it was .. like.. hopeless to even pass? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i almost got one question correct ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ark! piss me off ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nvmind . pray for better luck next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;totally didnt understand th questions. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today at chemistry. so damn malu T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cause Mr wong ask us who got tht equation. i was th only one tht raise th hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i knew i wrong liao.. T__T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn.. really siak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;malu siak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;x;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn , chinese. copy a bit here there x; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;heng the 8 words one i know how t write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;learning tht for like dk hw man mins. if don't know hw write..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really must knock head liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well . chinese aftwards was just plain boring. as right aft chinese was physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt knew who t talk to D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i look ard. lalala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn i go join lingxiu . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talking abt SINGAPORE food , man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that really craves me up. hungry ~@!@!@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then played th, dk what score ' 5 ' in a row with 'x' and 'o'  with yongjie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;played anyhw. thn owned him E= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chehkk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. it was by luck yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then went off with yuliany to canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ate and talked :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol. thn saw jiaxin, yiru, they all =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talk talk talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then i after eating.. go and eat again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they say i pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then i say : thankyou thankyou haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no award given thou. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn say byebye to jiaxin and yiru then i went up with yuliany to the com lab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;plus yimin :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn blahblahblah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then took 179 home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so I'm here. posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and did something fun today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tricked mummie =D hehe. hope she wont get angry x: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that's for now . byebyes humans. &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/7657281172681204770-3463682229401487164?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3463682229401487164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3463682229401487164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3463682229401487164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3463682229401487164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-peeps-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1938723670400365121</id><published>2009-04-04T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:34:31.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finnaly over :D</title><content type='html'>lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; WEDNESDAY, 1APRIL2009 ; APRIL &lt;s&gt;FOOD&lt;/s&gt; FOOL DAY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a pranking day eh. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Morning came t school. Saw joelle. =D !&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn go washroom. heard someone calling, SIMYEE!&lt;br /&gt;was LINDA =D.&lt;br /&gt;thn, SASHI was beside her, she told me tht :&lt;br /&gt;'SIMYEE! careful dont continue walk le, got something.'&lt;br /&gt;thn i look down.&lt;br /&gt;thn she say,&lt;br /&gt;' April fool. '&lt;br /&gt;LOL! first thing in the school was fooled by shashi !&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn went up to classroom.&lt;br /&gt;thn was blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;thn lessons as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;after school le. got speech day last rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;thn was tricked by redcross people also. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;they told us we were being replaced with other members of the redcross cadets.&lt;br /&gt;thn we will not receive CIP hours.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry arh, keep on ' thn thn thn')&lt;br /&gt;so we liek no idea to believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;in th end, tht group of redcross cadets ( which is the OAD people)&lt;br /&gt;were told to fall in. thn they ke-kanan pusing.&lt;br /&gt;thn , they shout ' HAPPY APRIL FOOL! '&lt;br /&gt;lol. very funny siakk! :D&lt;br /&gt;thn blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;the end of WEDNESDY ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; THURSDAY, 2 APRIL 2009 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget what happen on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY, 3APRIL2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, we move table + benches from the canteen, in case&lt;br /&gt;saturday rain like cats and dogs plus fishes, monkeys, blah.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;erm. thn wah.. after much effort.&lt;br /&gt;FINNALY! the canteen so clean =D.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go jurongpoint walkwalk =D.&lt;br /&gt;bt something bad happen D:&lt;br /&gt;HFM go and hold LINDA back.&lt;br /&gt;take her away T__T&lt;br /&gt;noo!&lt;br /&gt;lol. X:&lt;br /&gt;thn wah. so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;never bring book niak.&lt;br /&gt;X:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;X;&lt;br /&gt;X=&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;skip to saturday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; TODAY, 040409 [ nice number] &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH DAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xD .&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. was quite nervous.&lt;br /&gt;erm, when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;i saw that my handphone was ringing, and so does my father's.&lt;br /&gt;total two handphone sound combine.&lt;br /&gt;take liek, 45mins to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 12am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;go polish boots.&lt;br /&gt;hack care on ironing.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;went out of home at 6.25am.&lt;br /&gt;took bus at 6.35am.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet linda in school at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet mutiarah and nardirah at 6.20am.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LATE T___T&lt;br /&gt;hiak.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i still make it for speech day =D.&lt;br /&gt;sorry girls , for being late x;&lt;br /&gt;LOL =D&lt;br /&gt;so, we go train a bit on our marching, or something.&lt;br /&gt;which i didn do well at all. was bad in footdrill .&lt;br /&gt;no balance.&lt;br /&gt;when finnaly, the actual REAL REAL speech day arrives,&lt;br /&gt;wah , worst. i do wrong hand.&lt;br /&gt;go and keep on hitting EVA's hand.&lt;br /&gt;sorry !&lt;br /&gt;thn . the rest was okay.&lt;br /&gt;didn laugh. hahs. i always when marching like to laugh one,&lt;br /&gt;no reason siak!&lt;br /&gt;zzz siak.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, turns out everything was okay , soo okay loh!&lt;br /&gt;after that, we UG's, go slack in classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Sri's playing my handphone's SIM 2 lol.&lt;br /&gt;lolk.&lt;br /&gt;thn , well continue later =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1938723670400365121?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1938723670400365121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1938723670400365121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1938723670400365121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1938723670400365121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/finnaly-over-d.html' title='finnaly over :D'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7850654722969099230</id><published>2009-03-31T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:07:55.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, god, didnt sleep eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miracle :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. F and N was just more and more lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did the worksheet in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God! wrote like essays of 1000 words and more already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that was maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he blahblahblah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i want tution!@@.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hiakk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then recess was blahblahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;linda and jonelle's things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hiakk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the maths period after recess was damn LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heard an ' auntie' speaking . lol .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Aziz and us , 3E3 was laughing like mad @@@. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then chinese. lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didnt even hear what the teacher is talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was playing bingo with lingxiu, in-soo and elton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;played two rounds and i gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont kno hw to play eh ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. thn chatted with kangle blahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh, cheeerup and dont emo le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emo not good for health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn. after chinese went to find jiaxin and they all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ticket costs $6.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summarise the movie storyline here : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Confession Of A Shopaholic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shows a girl named becky , working in a normal magazine shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she keep on buying clothes. and saying : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping makes her life enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And blahblahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she look at her receipt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. 900 dollars ( mayb in US dollars) spent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like omgosh!!@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn her friend came out and i forgot what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she went shopping again for a new interview , i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She saw this green scraf which she really likes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she told herself not to buy. but that dummy go and start talking to Becky saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are you sure?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becky turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dummy: See this scarf. It can keep you warm. ( and blahblahblah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becky: Oh yes. ( starting to be taken in by the scraf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in the end. she brought the green scraf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bring it to the counter. and flash her credit cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all was like. rejected siak. god. hw many credit cards does she have??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, she went to ( idk what ) money from the hotdog store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, a guy came and brought all the hotdogs for her while she got her money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lala. so, she said tht it is for her sick grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bt thn. is for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hiak yoh!@. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn wah. the person who help her buy the hotdog was the person tht is going to interview her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn she go and throw the scarf on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn began talking abt things unrelated. made me like wah. malu siah she.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn i go cover my eyes lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after tht, one of the staff come in and told her : your scraf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person interviewing her knew tht it is th scarf tht she is going to give her grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and becca said : my grandma died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the interview person shocked. thn say : wow. ( thn blahblahblah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skip to the part where she checked all her bills and owe like. one million plusplus US dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;congrats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( wah i summarise till like cham cham !@ ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn a lot of thing happen and she work in the company that interviewed her when she lied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abt her scraf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, thn, she wrote a proporsal. write until all the company like it very much siak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn, i call the interview her the person D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D brought her to a gathering. thn she got a lot clients like her very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she go and say the manager of the company that his company's stuffs very bad , blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said : what your staff said was offending, but wonderful. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn go slap some people. and the people said : we like her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!. cool man =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bt she hide to the D that she owe a huge debt. and the girl continue to help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon. she appears on tv when she becomes famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then. the debt collecter also at the scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told everybody how much she owns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and , it shocked him tht Becka said he was her ex boyfriend that keep on stalking her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. he was like. O_________O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bt thn. she quit the company and thn. sold her clothes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and reurned her debts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D was disappointed in her. but still loves her =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thn i skip skip skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D and becka are together in the end. =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ending was hilarious man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and touching! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rated 10/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my summary seems boring bt... watch th actual movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it rawks like a thousand times more! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7850654722969099230?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7850654722969099230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7850654722969099230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7850654722969099230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7850654722969099230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-god-didnt-sleep-eh-miracle-d-hahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-1404770656936295415</id><published>2009-03-30T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:28:52.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMD. TMD. TMD.&lt;br /&gt;cannt take her crying anymore seriously.&lt;br /&gt;if she's my baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;going to kill her x.x&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;TMD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-1404770656936295415?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1404770656936295415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=1404770656936295415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1404770656936295415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/1404770656936295415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/tmd.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7594377106486229544</id><published>2009-03-27T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:59:20.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>' i don't like friday D: '</title><content type='html'>Was waken up by my da jiu's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;She was crying, yet again .&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday until 1am not enough X:&lt;br /&gt;well. carried on until friday.&lt;br /&gt;( it was thrusday bytheway)&lt;br /&gt;school was like normal.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;didnt studied at all for focus test.&lt;br /&gt;so chiong chiong study for chemistry&lt;br /&gt;then, it turns out, physics is much more easier than chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;hengheng i do physics first.&lt;br /&gt;physics i have a feeling mayb i will pass X:&lt;br /&gt;well. for chemistry. didnt do my best.&lt;br /&gt;do a few question.. i went in sleeping mode straight away. D:&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;ark..&lt;br /&gt;didnt do all..&lt;br /&gt;2nd page to the last page.&lt;br /&gt;only last page all blank.&lt;br /&gt;did it when i was like half-awake.&lt;br /&gt;cannot really think properly.&lt;br /&gt;can only blame myself for not really putting effort into the test.&lt;br /&gt;it was indeed bullshit like what mr wong said.&lt;br /&gt;i see liao also feel like tearing it into many many pieces.&lt;br /&gt;hiak.&lt;br /&gt;when mr wong flash the score.&lt;br /&gt;well. was indeed shocking. if maths or anything. i would not have cared at all =X&lt;br /&gt;but.. science.. hiak. didnt do until that BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;T__T god, i am the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY(which is today :D) 30MARCH2009&lt;br /&gt;hiakkk!.&lt;br /&gt;full U rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;wet weather plan.&lt;br /&gt;sucks totally w/o band.&lt;br /&gt;didnt kno if i was in a bad shape today or wht.&lt;br /&gt;just t say.&lt;br /&gt;cnnt stay overnight already!&lt;br /&gt;if i continue like this.&lt;br /&gt;i might end up sleeping in all of my test.&lt;br /&gt;tht would be horrendous!&lt;br /&gt;hiak. end up. retain. or NA.&lt;br /&gt;which i dont intend to in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;so, must JIAYOU..&lt;br /&gt;( can i even do it.. lol )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7594377106486229544?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7594377106486229544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7594377106486229544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7594377106486229544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7594377106486229544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-like-friday-d.html' title='&apos; i don&apos;t like friday D: &apos;'/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3491648727327999127</id><published>2009-03-24T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:15:50.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;heys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;today was another sleepy day for me !@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and omg. i want a psp ; lightblue BADLY! T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;well today F and N. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;was okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;did a lot of file-ing and corrections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;one mark then i can pass my test liao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;one markkk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn v sleepy x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fell asleep. lol . omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn mrs tan say : Simyee, yesterday sleep at 5am again arh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn she ask me go wash face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn after awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fire alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tht one can be counted as my alarm clock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fully awake le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn maths.. 3 periods.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hiak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;caught by mr aziz sleeping lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;cnt tahan!@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn no recess.. thn when in hall.. he ask us if we hve enuf recess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn he see us like dk hw t answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so we got extra recess XDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn after the maths was th horrible chinese lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;alan made suped fed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;keep on  ******* coming out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sorry eh. bt it's really irritating leh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aft tht. yuliany and i went hme with yiru. we alight at same bus stop. then walked back  hme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yuliany went my home haha. need to take money. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn  eat lunch at my hme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(during hockey thingy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn met up with iffah and jonelle. thought tht there wouldnt be anymre people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn got siqi, carissa, teckwen,shah, aloy, zhengwei, benjamin and i think tht's all. ahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn we walked to the stadium or hockey pitch there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;whao. alot of jwss students there liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;got sm band members smre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn , watched hw jw lose to sengkang. (sk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;o___o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's like, sk cheated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;they like, purposely fall down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to block balls and make our jw team get penatly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;suckks eh. jw hockey team is better :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the refree also. like machium, bribed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;keep on help sk X=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn so jw lost to sk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;o-3  or o-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haikk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thn went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ahha. so fun eh today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hope hve 3e3 outing lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tht would be much more fun! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3491648727327999127?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3491648727327999127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3491648727327999127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3491648727327999127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3491648727327999127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/heys-today-was-another-sleepy-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7380160962439504736</id><published>2009-03-23T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:09:34.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://aalteam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aalteam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;joelle, you're going to be so famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just went into the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and, they linked yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. i asked them to change liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know if they will remove or change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so well, goodluck eh ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;X=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wah. this website. very pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;see le then you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This is ah, so fast even the Mata Chia cannot catch ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ha! Really ah!!! Steady lah!" said Ah Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Some more hor, this is Automatic one, vely easy to drive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Ah Lian said, "Let me try! I wan, I wan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Ah Lian took the driver's seat and shifted the gear and floored the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;accelerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next moment, the car sped backwards and crashed into the lamp-post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Alamak! What u doing?  U Siao Char Bo! U see lah! Wah Piang eh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;screamed Ah Beng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Solee, solee, pai sah lah! No lah, I tot hor, "R" for racing mah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.__. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. idk wht the hell it is. still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-nvm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate school@@@&lt;br /&gt;damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;hiak.&lt;br /&gt;tdy forget wht happen.&lt;br /&gt;only tht very hungry lol.&lt;br /&gt;go eat eat eat. =PP.&lt;br /&gt;geo. lalala. eating sweets.&lt;br /&gt;f and n .&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole time talking.&lt;br /&gt;alan got scolded o.o&lt;br /&gt;can waste time, good eh ! X=&lt;br /&gt;Eng, do reflection~&lt;br /&gt;thn assembly.&lt;br /&gt;thn chemistry&lt;br /&gt;thn maths.&lt;br /&gt;thn chiong home.&lt;br /&gt;thn go school again.&lt;br /&gt;thn full U speech day rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;haiyoooo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nth t say alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;just tht nwdays. things are going&lt;br /&gt;so not well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-7380160962439504736?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7380160962439504736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7380160962439504736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7380160962439504736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7380160962439504736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpaalteam.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4130882876208241679</id><published>2009-03-21T10:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:29:11.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RCYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rollerblade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRZui_gHVI/AAAAAAAAADA/dknkvGzzQ4o/s1600-h/threeEXPRESSthreee.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18MARCH09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went outoutout with 3E3 !&lt;br /&gt;( well, not all D: )&lt;br /&gt;28 people turned up for the hospice event&lt;br /&gt;haha. was supposed to reach at 2.30PM&lt;br /&gt;thn, haha. reached at 3PM ; lol&lt;br /&gt;Made LingXiu late too. X=&lt;br /&gt;paiseh urh.&lt;br /&gt;faster run in school lol.&lt;br /&gt;bt haha. okok lah. alot of people havent arrive yets X=&lt;br /&gt;after mre people arrived and some phototaking and 'chaos' ard,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee came . =P&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, was too enthu le. =P&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached, we were assigned to the entrance, reception, windows, walls, etc.&lt;br /&gt;we got the second entrance, where when you come in, got auto door open one. =D&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;thn played ard. lol. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;fun neh!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;thn when the day ended, liek so fast D:&lt;br /&gt;took a whole class photo :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRaZgXk8SI/AAAAAAAAADI/ofiKAvMax3g/s1600-h/threeEXPRESSthreee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRaZgXk8SI/AAAAAAAAADI/ofiKAvMax3g/s400/threeEXPRESSthreee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472854436081954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(took from iffah's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3E3'09 so cool siakk ! :D&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then afterwards, we took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala :D&lt;br /&gt;lingxiu was shy haha.&lt;br /&gt;didnt want t take picture w me. D:&lt;br /&gt;took w lydia. th pic nt w me D:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;yuliany didnt take w me lol.&lt;br /&gt;she took a snapshot of khoilam haha&lt;br /&gt;bt cannt see her face one.&lt;br /&gt;thn lala. home liao.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;had fun eh, hope 3E3 feels tht way too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRc0AuIfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wFHXBZtq_C4/s1600-h/hospice+grup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRc0AuIfyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wFHXBZtq_C4/s320/hospice+grup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315475508820475682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(took from siqi's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our merlion group :D&lt;br /&gt;( can hardly see the merlion behind lol. and the 'water')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19MARCH09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala ;DD&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today. wheet&lt;br /&gt;thn forgot wht happen and go and meet linda.&lt;br /&gt;gave her camp stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;thn go eat, after taking my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh :D&lt;br /&gt;hmmps, thn ark. forget wht happen again.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;then go buy water with mutiarah.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;lol. peach and blueberry tea with basil seeds are nice.&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then, assemble at parade square.&lt;br /&gt;while walking to there, saw BB coming out from carpark.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn, go classroom for a debrief. at 1e4 ?&lt;br /&gt;forget also &gt;&lt; x=" thn" x=" thn"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2Tf7uh8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-URf2-nudA/s1600-h/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2Tf7uh8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-URf2-nudA/s200/DSC00169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714643798165442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2TbjYl4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ew-2dg-ElEs/s1600-h/DSC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2TbjYl4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ew-2dg-ElEs/s200/DSC00164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714642622322562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2TBLdhcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yF5jYLbYkWM/s1600-h/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2TBLdhcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yF5jYLbYkWM/s200/DSC00163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714635542660546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1u6iOgBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rbc4RxNB-M4/s1600-h/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1u6iOgBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Rbc4RxNB-M4/s200/DSC00162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714015283806226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1uvBGU4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/MYo2BqPyf30/s1600-h/DSC00159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1uvBGU4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/MYo2BqPyf30/s200/DSC00159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714012192068482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1uUot6xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VIrzmQOQfDw/s1600-h/DSC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1uUot6xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VIrzmQOQfDw/s200/DSC00158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714005110483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1t1oKdYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aVBeWmqlCEY/s1600-h/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1t1oKdYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aVBeWmqlCEY/s200/DSC00157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315713996786660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1tv1WW7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/codEb6cWqv0/s1600-h/DSC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU1tv1WW7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/codEb6cWqv0/s200/DSC00156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315713995231353778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2Tf7uh8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-URf2-nudA/s1600-h/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScU2Tf7uh8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/W-URf2-nudA/s200/DSC00169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315714643798165442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20MARCH09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right abt th day being long.&lt;br /&gt;( plus painful T __ T )&lt;br /&gt;well. woke up at 8.30 =D&lt;br /&gt;wanted to continue sleeping , bt i forced myself out.&lt;br /&gt;MIRACLE! my eyes liek half-closed.&lt;br /&gt;thn , hmwk time!&lt;br /&gt;chiong chion chiong.&lt;br /&gt;thn haha. met up. took MRT from pioneer till boon lay.&lt;br /&gt;but we never go out of the scan then go out that machine.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Mutiarah hiding behind the wall, dont want let us see her. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;haha. no lah. cause the wall blocking so we cant see =X.&lt;br /&gt;thn all together. took MRT to paya lebar. thn take the bus 135 till idk wht bus stop X=&lt;br /&gt;the bus driver was upset with us. thn we walk walk walk. crossed the underpass.&lt;br /&gt;YES! we finnaly reached our destination - ECP!&lt;br /&gt;YATA!&lt;br /&gt;Mutiarah told me that our RCYC is being held first day in ECP ; picking rubbish. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;still remember tht guy calling me : CHINA WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;miss my CHARLIE group E:&lt;br /&gt;arh okok. going too far le. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;thn when we reached. wahpiang. RAINRAINRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;lol. remembered of the NCO camp.&lt;br /&gt;we go sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're my sushine and RainRain Go Away.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;ate Fillet'O'Fish.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. was hungry liek siao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUyEYvIcsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CinQLUFYAgc/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUyEYvIcsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CinQLUFYAgc/s200/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315709986121740994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUyD-w4m8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/4L-8ZOOnSPk/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUyD-w4m8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/4L-8ZOOnSPk/s200/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315709979149769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUwjI0Ia-I/AAAAAAAAADw/2ac9PBXybcA/s1600-h/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScUwjI0Ia-I/AAAAAAAAADw/2ac9PBXybcA/s200/DSC00760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315708315400432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(my left shoulder)                    (my left knee)                          (my left shoulder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;overall, it was liek tht.&lt;br /&gt;rollerblading was worst.&lt;br /&gt;i rollerblade thn fall straight on my butt D;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling tht travels up your backbone made me unable t stand for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;(also hard t stand)&lt;br /&gt;almost cried out. bt im goodie :D&lt;br /&gt;xingan must takecare too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21MARCH09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today (:&lt;br /&gt;8am.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go breakfast with ahma.&lt;br /&gt;bt, parents didnt call me up.&lt;br /&gt;say i sleeping so soundly and snoring.&lt;br /&gt;hey, i dont snore! ( maybe? )&lt;br /&gt;so, did my GEO mindmap :D&lt;br /&gt;finnaly doneeee!!!@@&lt;br /&gt;woooot!&lt;br /&gt;thn, parents came back, pulled me to IMM.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i had to come bck alone with a spare key to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;and $1.&lt;br /&gt;took the wrong shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;heng heng karyie was on the phone to save me.&lt;br /&gt;arigatou!!@@&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn took 99 home. thn chiong to workworkwork!&lt;br /&gt;i go thr first thing.&lt;br /&gt;wah siak. first order. drop the 8 pc original.&lt;br /&gt;( at night, my last order. i drop the cheese fries )&lt;br /&gt;what the hell has happen to me today????&lt;br /&gt;thn made wrong order. got sir for key.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's also fed up with me alrdy, just tht he doesn't wannt to show it.&lt;br /&gt;last order was the most pekchek of all.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's actually my fault.&lt;br /&gt;they ask for zinger burger STU meal.&lt;br /&gt;pity, closing le. DONT HAVE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;i nvr say, don't hve le, due to th time. and it's closing alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;it's actually my FAULT. so i dont blame thm.&lt;br /&gt;bt. lol. tht girl was smug&lt;br /&gt;' I dont want drumstick urh, i tell you. '&lt;br /&gt;then aiyoyoyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;i go call sir say ' sir they dont want drumstick eh. you help me go settle them. i very scared of them siak. so fierce'&lt;br /&gt;thn they cancel their order . del everything.&lt;br /&gt;they only want student fish zinger, whippotato change into large fries.&lt;br /&gt;so idk why, i only gave her $2.10&lt;br /&gt;arhkkkkk!! bt actual change should be $4.25&lt;br /&gt;goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;i hate nigght shift.&lt;br /&gt;._____________.&lt;br /&gt;finnaly home and i am posting all these craps.&lt;br /&gt;hiak.&lt;br /&gt;hate myslef for being so slow.&lt;br /&gt;hate myself for always taking wrong order.&lt;br /&gt;im useleeeess :E&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;thn i kno they cancel everything . th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-4130882876208241679?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4130882876208241679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4130882876208241679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4130882876208241679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4130882876208241679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-18march09-went-outoutout-with-3e3.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rvGhaWFuv2w/ScRaZgXk8SI/AAAAAAAAADI/ofiKAvMax3g/s72-c/threeEXPRESSthreee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-6858854095562236678</id><published>2009-03-16T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:36:12.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from camp [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand sore, head sore, backbone sore, shoulder sore, leg sore, knee sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASHES AND RASHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE ( 14/03/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once reach there. sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiu.. pumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i in grup 3 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;members are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chengyee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li yee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juni (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we go search for things ard sch to build a shelter for our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run run run run run run and ruuuun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finnaly ! done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we got to cook maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek. i hate OA liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn forget wht happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i kno we at night we got tht blindfold ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we mus search for our teammates .. i found lay yan first.. thn iffah.. thn cindy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, cindy my teammate. once found can remove blinfold. thn use tht to tie to the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn safia very cute and funny ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she go walk out of school..thn going bang into wall.. thn goand touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preethi's mdm head.. touch touch touch.. ahhahah. very cute uh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we found chengyee, thn ella, thn liyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i keep on cnnt co-operate tgt with thm. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a burdeeen ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn next game dk wht.. like very confusing... mr wong catch here , our mentor nick_ _ _ smthing go catch us. lol. whn is us finding and catching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt chengyee, me, adeline and xiang an got choosen for the community thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for going to jurong lake park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i rmb tht after discussing. me, adeline and chengyee's sleeping bag is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sleep on floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch pain siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wake up two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is to write 6 problems that an NCO faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is to write 2 solution to another groups problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we move to 4e1 classroom there sleep. and thn whn going bck. found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping bag LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY(15/03/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fall in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we do PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very fun eh.. thn mutiarah, tengyeow, naz, boonhui, ella, xiang an and other people survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei liang's sir PT. haha i smhw survived. thought i going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn blah blah blah. we go play the save casuaty one. and aquirah mdm die. we accident drop her on the floor. omg.. pain siakk. thn play finish.. cook.. thn jiu assemble.. thn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chengyee , me, adeline, xiang an prepare the cadets for later walk. Searching for gary... sponzebob's snail . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at tamn jurong where my father aalways bring me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn just when we were getting started with our first station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thunder thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn we went bck shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn do cheer ! haha thn alot of residents looking at us.. maluux! &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn we wear our poncho as the shelter also not liek shelter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all rain water come in.. omg.. flood... lol.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn so we do cheer thn when rain smaller we walk bck to sch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wearing our poncho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol. we are liek green people under the rain~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn D: something bad happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will skip tht part to the end of the post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn we got punished as we didnt covered our bags and made th NCC helped us to take&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our bags in the school under the rain somemore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we go and plan on what to say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn we stand in a row and..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shahirah said : We liek to say sorry for troubling you all and thanks for carrying our bags in."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we all, 123 : THank You and Sorry Miss Ou and NCC ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn i forget wht happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i kno at night we eat lemon chicken rice :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finnaly coooked fooood :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn ... at night we got briefing and thn we go orhorh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MONDAY ( 16/3/09)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST DAY OF CAMP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRALALA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we fall in at 6am.. woke up at 5.45.. omg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chiong arh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn eat bread thn go area cleaning. th was told to pack things in pack for pulau ubin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mus bring a dry set of clothes, towel, poncho, e-zlink and $2.50(2), RCY bottle, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn still must put in food supplies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn walk to pioneer mrt station take to tampanies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the MRT, was chatting lalalalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fun siak , wrking in fast food (: hahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got alot of things to talk abt (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn we walk fast fast.. thn idk halfway.. aquilah mdm 'fainted' thn we go rescue her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bt thn she really dizzy urh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thn walk walk walk.. thn got alot of people fainted. due to mr wong poncho. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acting liek a kid X: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;thn pumping position .&lt;br /&gt;thn i do jumping jack. bt we didnt do. thn we walk fast .. chiong arh..&lt;br /&gt;thn rain. thn had to go in shelter. thn see mr wong acting our interview thing.&lt;br /&gt;very cutee siak.&lt;br /&gt;take poncho as umbrella, haha naz.&lt;br /&gt;dance lol.&lt;br /&gt;very lol.&lt;br /&gt;thn broom singing twinkle twinkle little star. X;&lt;br /&gt;no offence. bt mine also.&lt;br /&gt;talking to fire extinguisher.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;haha. thn continue our walk.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;thn yay done. cause once rain, it will never stop. so we took bus go bck. thn reach le.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeoweeeets !&lt;br /&gt;we're in JWSS ! took our belongings and we go le XDD&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;go eat long john afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;no chocalate pie D: so safia treat me burger king th.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb i owe u money. will return asap (:&lt;br /&gt;thn THE-END. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-6858854095562236678?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6858854095562236678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=6858854095562236678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6858854095562236678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6858854095562236678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-camp-wahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8936086685689297239</id><published>2009-03-12T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:25:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^&lt;br /&gt;figured out my blogger password le finnaly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday , 11MARCH09.&lt;br /&gt;it feels liek tdy very interesting and funny and fun... bt now.. i just hve no memory of it !!!&lt;br /&gt;hiak.&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;and training was both tiring yet educational! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;nco camp in 3 days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrusday, 12MARCH09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. very sianded in class.&lt;br /&gt;thn to wake myself up.. i go ask mr chiang stupid question.. lolk..&lt;br /&gt;it took me liek .. after he explain a few times over again..and with some help from alan.__. , i finnaly got it.&lt;br /&gt;my brain's super jammed up right now..&lt;br /&gt;keep forgeting things.&lt;br /&gt;things i hve done all forgoteen.&lt;br /&gt;thn, arkk!&lt;br /&gt;becoming more and more forgetful and lazy!&lt;br /&gt;and i want TUTION! my maths results really really see le buay tahan.&lt;br /&gt;no face liao.&lt;br /&gt;all my cousin .. arhhhhhhhhkk. hackcare =X&lt;br /&gt;maths is totally FUCKED UP!&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS DAMN IRRITATING WITH THOSE SUMS!&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE GIVE ME ALL THOSE DAMN COMPLICATED WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get a pass.&lt;br /&gt;ALAN was able to get one.&lt;br /&gt;i can't .&lt;br /&gt;arkkkk! cause i never study!!&lt;br /&gt;anyw, suicide doesn't helps.&lt;br /&gt;just worsen your life by ending it.. and you'll still get caned after tht.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i hate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tahan luh.&lt;br /&gt;after i see my friend,&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of the past.&lt;br /&gt;lolk. stayed up till very late.. 5am, 6am, 7am, 9am.. 24hr online .&lt;br /&gt;lolk. thn tio with parents.. thn all the cane arh, all these ... lol..&lt;br /&gt;somehw.. i tio cane till i liek don't feel th pain luhh..&lt;br /&gt;siao le lah.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even move when they do it.&lt;br /&gt;i just like wince.. thn ouch.. oww..&lt;br /&gt;pain siak.. thn rub ..&lt;br /&gt;the most worst happened last year one time when i thought i cant handle it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then, as they throw my handphone on the flooor.&lt;br /&gt;thn shouting here and there.&lt;br /&gt;thn . i was liek.. th tears here and there.. thn thought wht wuld happen if i just jump down ?&lt;br /&gt;well, i was only trying too but. thn .. is liek.. devil took over me.. LOL. .___.&lt;br /&gt;thn just when i was going to put my other leg out of the window, since i successfully got one out.&lt;br /&gt;my mother saw me.... thn .. wah.. she like kisiao.&lt;br /&gt;pull me out.&lt;br /&gt;use the brrom th wood thing hor, go hit my leg..&lt;br /&gt;almost paralaysed... chehk.&lt;br /&gt;bt pain nah..&lt;br /&gt;she go pinch.. use hanger hit me till break..&lt;br /&gt;all i endured down..&lt;br /&gt;lol.. somehw it smooths my feelings down.&lt;br /&gt;and somehw i kno arh. you all far mre feeling worst thn me ..&lt;br /&gt;bt thn, somehw..&lt;br /&gt;wahpiankk.. T___T&lt;br /&gt;bt thn no need until liek tht mah..&lt;br /&gt;i reliaze i quite sensative one..&lt;br /&gt;see u talk t me.. tht kind of words u use.&lt;br /&gt;liek say u think i boh hab meh..&lt;br /&gt;thn sry urh i no comment eh&lt;br /&gt;as you said bfr,  some words cn hurt ppl feelings..&lt;br /&gt;well for me , its ' you think i boh hab meh'&lt;br /&gt;idk why i see this words..&lt;br /&gt;u-kno-lah.&lt;br /&gt;shuibian ni ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-8936086685689297239?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8936086685689297239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8936086685689297239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8936086685689297239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8936086685689297239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/figured-out-my-blogger-password-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-4816347012845063176</id><published>2009-03-09T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:40:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;DD had the feeling of changing URL!&lt;br /&gt;ROWR! my old habit. =PP&lt;br /&gt;hahak, anyw..&lt;br /&gt;tdy at school..&lt;br /&gt;geography test ; last question no time doo@!&lt;br /&gt;waited till the last 10min thn do..&lt;br /&gt;as have open book.. so slept till teacher say can open book le.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;T____T&lt;br /&gt;thn got maths.. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;thn after liek got nothing.. go sleep..&lt;br /&gt;slept for less thn an hour.. at 5.10am D:&lt;br /&gt;tht why very tireed.&lt;br /&gt;thn suddenly mr Aziz go shout ' SIMYEEEE!'&lt;br /&gt;i chua tio.&lt;br /&gt;thn i like sleeping position.. suddenly sit up.. like tio electrocuted liek tht.&lt;br /&gt;thn LOL. a lot of laughters.&lt;br /&gt;lOl. thn i laugh abit.. i go bck sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;NCO CAMP IS REACHING ! this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;omg like 123456789 !!&lt;br /&gt;must ownself plan our camplist somemore.&lt;br /&gt;siaO siaOOOOOO ! D:&lt;br /&gt;chemistry quiz got back.&lt;br /&gt;got the average and somehw almost every quiz get the mark.&lt;br /&gt;5/10 LOL!&lt;br /&gt;tdy got speech day rehearsal, thn like very funny lolk, halfway..&lt;br /&gt;when going march out of the canteen,&lt;br /&gt;first time...&lt;br /&gt;NCDCC march out..&lt;br /&gt;NCC follow when they havent even march totally out..&lt;br /&gt;REDCROSS almost going follow NCC. but dhn in the end nvr.&lt;br /&gt;actually must wait for NCDCC to march like dk hw far thn NCC march, thn NPCC, thn REDCROSS thn BB. i think urh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. speech day liek quite fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;thn after all tht, go arrange back the tables and chairs..&lt;br /&gt;thn.. GO HOME ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;saw JOEY at JP.&lt;br /&gt;lolk .___.&lt;br /&gt;ark. end here bah. byebye. (:&lt;br /&gt;will updatee soon or ltr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-4816347012845063176?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4816347012845063176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=4816347012845063176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4816347012845063176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/4816347012845063176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/dd-had-feeling-of-changing-url-rowr-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-3221544233305644618</id><published>2009-02-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:51:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tireeed!&lt;br /&gt;tdy laughed a lot siak.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;ALAN BIG MOUTH GOT HIS counseller badge removed.&lt;br /&gt;meaning ; he's not one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He should have known better when he answered : I haven't signed that maths paper, OBVIOULSY.&lt;br /&gt;That ' OBVIOULSY' shouldn't have been there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Mr aziz took it as an insult.&lt;br /&gt;So , he was scolded.&lt;br /&gt;orhbi X=&lt;br /&gt;this is revenge, for drawing on my hand ! ROWR!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;next lesson is physics and Mr Sum came in again.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. gave us more crossword puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;We told him we wanted sudoku puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AND jonelle's good at it :D&lt;br /&gt;solveee so fast. we all at puzzle 1, she moved on to 2.&lt;br /&gt;we at 2, she moved on to 3 .&lt;br /&gt;and soo on.&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;Miss noora came in. Our somehow new english teacher. Let me recall what i rmb abt her:&lt;br /&gt;Teaches kids ; age range : 8months &gt; x &lt; ( or equal to ) 17&lt;br /&gt;LOL! haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn miss noora gave us comprehension to do. D:&lt;br /&gt;thn jiu blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;ALAN YAP YILOONG KEEP MESS UP MY THINGS !&lt;br /&gt;draw on my hand, throw my things.&lt;br /&gt;fed up siak.&lt;br /&gt;Chineseee -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nooo comments. didnt understand wht th heckk teacher is talking about sioL!&lt;br /&gt;ROWR!&lt;br /&gt;thn mr sum come in again for last period of C.T&lt;br /&gt;ahaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;he forget to bring up the sudoku set.&lt;br /&gt;ROWR!&lt;br /&gt;hope tmr he come to relief us for physics.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SUDOKU !&lt;br /&gt;lol. long time never do that le.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sudoku ! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. whateveer.&lt;br /&gt;gota go. bbye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-3221544233305644618?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3221544233305644618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=3221544233305644618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3221544233305644618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/3221544233305644618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tireeed-tdy-laughed-lot-siak.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8279704054724468669</id><published>2009-02-25T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:53:08.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eeeeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now it turns out that life really doo suckks ! hiae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;puaytin came my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and actually, what she 'talked' about t me, i didnt understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she wrote on tht paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was @____@ with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bluur-ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;also, jia er tdy very pro urh. 'debate' with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't know it's a :D or D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn so off she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tdy was quite abit hyper. bt dhn nw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;feeling like kns eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DD: life either rocks. if not, it suckks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i seriously don't know how to handle my life !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;anybody can teach me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Iffah asked me if i brought chemistry file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;starting to have bad feelings and indeed i didnt bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ahh shity !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thought it was physics instd of chemistry !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rowr ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chunpoh kanna. dhn at first i didnt want to admit it =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;still, suan le suan le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i go confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn chunpoh do 30 i do 60 sqauts. cause as mr wong says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ChunPOH : VIRGIN [ 1st timer ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me  : Non-VIRGIN [ 2nd timer ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bt in th end do 30 only haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;' speical case ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D ! legs aching . ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blehh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn his lesson super funny loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;drawing atom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jiaxin taught me a few alrdy so i understand wht mr wong trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THANKS JIAXIN ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn . PE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soceersoceersoceersoceersoceersoceer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn social studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn maths and omg passed the maths test!. first time ! haha. even thou by 1-2 marks. still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a bit happiie (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. thn chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;zzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn . go back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;find joelle. wanna find jingwen they all th . bt thn cannot find eh. DD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so like tht . T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thn blablabla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wah. moody siah ! now very sleepy ! i go sleep . byebye alll! &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/7657281172681204770-8279704054724468669?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8279704054724468669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8279704054724468669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8279704054724468669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8279704054724468669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/eeeeesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-7737081411749089769</id><published>2009-02-23T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:51:50.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloooody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah rain like bloddy bloddy hell!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. had fun in it urh. mayb only me.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of running/walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;but was thinking : I look stupid like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school.&lt;br /&gt;wake up. go class. talk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;assembly .&lt;br /&gt;sing anthem. say pledge.&lt;br /&gt;go back class.&lt;br /&gt;Copy down corrections. omg . i havent do GEO ! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;thn maths.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;then. Mr LEE is not here.&lt;br /&gt;forget wht teacher take us.&lt;br /&gt;thn recess. went to find jingwen (:&lt;br /&gt;saw yiruu ~ lol .&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;thn go with yuliany to buy water . =P&lt;br /&gt;thn talk with kooi lam :D&lt;br /&gt;thn eh . partner with ling xiu urh.&lt;br /&gt;thn assembly. thn . wah .&lt;br /&gt;watch a video on how singapore will be like iN2015.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh!&lt;br /&gt;soooo high tech siah.&lt;br /&gt;coooool sehh!&lt;br /&gt;:D like those anime ones. pity us humans no power. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;thinking too far ahead x.x&lt;br /&gt;ehh. thn is mr sum ?&lt;br /&gt;relief us for PC.&lt;br /&gt;mr lee KO never come.&lt;br /&gt;hockey bah.&lt;br /&gt;thn we do crossword puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;so hard siah! had to search until headache eh!&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;thn mr chiang lesson : CME&lt;br /&gt;thn ... MR WONG. CS lesson.&lt;br /&gt;go lab.&lt;br /&gt;eeek.&lt;br /&gt;do one 'cooool' experiment.&lt;br /&gt;and focus test for chemistry. omgosh! i passed! thought i failed ehhH!!!&lt;br /&gt;heng heng!&lt;br /&gt;now, left physics.. omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. thn . after chem.&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain.&lt;br /&gt;like bloooody bloooody hell!&lt;br /&gt;o__________________&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shared umbrella with jiaxin,&lt;br /&gt;yiru with lingxiu,&lt;br /&gt;mutiarah with nardirah.&lt;br /&gt;so. wah.. cold seh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;th umbrella turn ouside.&lt;br /&gt;omg! thn we run run run ! X=&lt;br /&gt;haha. fun seh! bt thn shoe all these very wet T____T&lt;br /&gt;thn jiu go jurongpoint search socks for lingxiu.&lt;br /&gt;she need for her CCA.&lt;br /&gt;thn we go makan at library.&lt;br /&gt;ate toooo much D:&lt;br /&gt;thn go home.&lt;br /&gt;thn now i here posting.&lt;br /&gt;lol. end of today. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;o_____o !&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-7737081411749089769?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7737081411749089769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=7737081411749089769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7737081411749089769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/7737081411749089769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/wah-rain-like-bloddy-bloddy-hell-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-8815474329451539366</id><published>2009-02-22T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:23:20.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt think it would be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;first doing open-up.&lt;br /&gt;in KFC.&lt;br /&gt;pour-ed the milo..&lt;br /&gt;out of the container.&lt;br /&gt;all over the flooor o___o&lt;br /&gt;it's heavy. i no strength eh.&lt;br /&gt;so was scolded.&lt;br /&gt;aww well.&lt;br /&gt;thn clean up.&lt;br /&gt;top up.&lt;br /&gt;thn i the first one to serve customer.&lt;br /&gt;so, serve loh.&lt;br /&gt;quite less people.&lt;br /&gt;slowly, slowly become more and more people!&lt;br /&gt;thn i started to mess up my order taking procedure.&lt;br /&gt;the manager, FAU, [ we call him 'sir' ]&lt;br /&gt;he ask me go into the office. or somethink like office urh.&lt;br /&gt;thn jiu pratice with me over again.&lt;br /&gt;thn give me a few yellow paper saying : specially made you know.&lt;br /&gt;i was like LOL! .__________.&lt;br /&gt;thn i thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;he never like, lost his temper.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thn i go out serve.. soon. limjing told me.&lt;br /&gt;she saw ex-xinganians.&lt;br /&gt;that willy &amp;amp; jasanGAN X=&lt;br /&gt;lol. thn i served tht jasonGAN.&lt;br /&gt;ok. thn after th end of th order. he go and say : You ex-xinganian right?&lt;br /&gt;thn i was like 'LOL! yahh..'&lt;br /&gt;thn laugh laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;thn willy and him '' ahahahahah' .___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limjing thn told mi tht willy go say [sorry arh. i dont know what the spelling for 'willy' is, i anyhw]&lt;br /&gt;' See, another one.'&lt;br /&gt;lol. they not meh.&lt;br /&gt;thn haha limjing saw ~&lt;br /&gt;eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;well thn starting t rain~&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain~&lt;br /&gt;met an lao ah pei.&lt;br /&gt;lol he come in. order this that.&lt;br /&gt;ahh . stress up le that time.&lt;br /&gt;thn wrong order.&lt;br /&gt;he alrdy not happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;ok. thn , next one. BGR one.&lt;br /&gt;come liao go say :&lt;br /&gt;him: eh 2 piece chicken hor.&lt;br /&gt;me: crispy or original&lt;br /&gt;him  ._____________.&lt;br /&gt;him: *pauses* crispy .______________.&lt;br /&gt;me: ... ok.. anything else..&lt;br /&gt;him: whip to cheesefries. all cheese.&lt;br /&gt;me: so meaning no spring onion all these arh?&lt;br /&gt;him: ._____________. yes....... eh. can listen to my order first or not?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. ok.&lt;br /&gt;him:thn one ulimate value box, chicken crispy, whip change to cheese fries. all cheese.&lt;br /&gt;me:... ok. * calls for cheese in with no spring onion. i forget also have mayo.&lt;br /&gt;him: eh. why got mayo? i thought all cheese?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;him: *looks like seriously fed up*&lt;br /&gt;me: zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;me to his GF : ok. total _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;( from this part onwards. i feel like crying.)&lt;br /&gt;GF : ...&lt;br /&gt;me: thank you have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;GF : .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my comments : if i dont ask, then you go and say i give wrong thn give me attitude. more worst right? so i ask you first can or not? if you want me to listen to your long long story of your orders, then ok lah. i give wrong my problem lah. i stm my problem lah. the most you sue i quit loh. i also dont want work -,- . I see you all like moody moody , i also become moody siah. talk like no energy. thn talk also very 'rude'. i kno you all very unhappy. can tahan or not? not like you will see me again what? hate then hate lah. dont come lah. go other place lah. i want you come meh? KFC dont have you all as customer wont die one ok. in this world got dont kno how many people. you think you president or king of the world arh. ok whatever lah. and hey, i now still remember your order siah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the days i work. i hate today the most.&lt;br /&gt;aww well. was ok a little while soon.&lt;br /&gt;i recover after smiling alot at customers.&lt;br /&gt;lol. smiling cures o____o .&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;nothing further to comment.&lt;br /&gt;the worst customer i have seen are the high class lady who ask her maid to help her take the popcorn chicken when she is carrying nothing. it really cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;and that man and the woman. [ bt i hate the man most X= ]&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/7657281172681204770-8815474329451539366?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8815474329451539366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=8815474329451539366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8815474329451539366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/8815474329451539366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-think-it-would-be-that-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657281172681204770.post-6972174440672348603</id><published>2009-02-21T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:26:59.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgosh omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;CPL liao CPL liao.&lt;br /&gt;.____&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; fact is, thou my friend.. very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;i am not really happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like. ' oh. CPL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ystd&lt;/span&gt;. started my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shuldnt&lt;/span&gt; have slept at 3.30am .&lt;br /&gt;during the focus test... sleep and sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RARW&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; sleepy. in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; end.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alrdy&lt;/span&gt; going hand in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;qns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;anyhw&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;fail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;jiu&lt;/span&gt; go find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mutiarah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;joelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yiru&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;beijing&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; chat awhile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dhn&lt;/span&gt; they go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dhn&lt;/span&gt; once found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mutiarah&lt;/span&gt;. we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dhn&lt;/span&gt; i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thn&lt;/span&gt; parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;made me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pisses mi off huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so damn irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if i keep say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; him looking at you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;dhn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt; shy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you think you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;wll&lt;/span&gt; feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. you say you treat me like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for you to bully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need it if you are just talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously. i thought you have changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but, you are just like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and. i despise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so please. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;actingkind&lt;/span&gt; doesn't suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;go ahead and act bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it will only make me hate you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since you like other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know you like making fun of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and especially when i heard that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; how you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because of one guy, my friend was moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tell you . CRAPS. give me that kind of look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know. say cause i never tell you what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Kannabe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you seriously piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even want to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;smtimes&lt;/span&gt;, i think you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;bt&lt;/span&gt; really, it's taking almost all of my energy t tolerate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;telling my friend ; talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; me. no matter bad nor good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it really made me wanting to break down and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i ever think you were once my close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think you like using people as you please right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seriously ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;fuunny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after i seen you and my friends going down the escalator,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it made me wanna breakdown more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;hv&lt;/span&gt; lost, big time . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well whatever. i really hate you. and that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt; well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;anyw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;sweethearts&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;don't sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Cheer&lt;/span&gt; ups !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;if anything, if you don't mind, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;let's settle the problem together.&lt;br /&gt;that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; are for :D&lt;br /&gt;those people are just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;when they talk, they never use their brain.&lt;br /&gt;oh ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; brain's not functioning, no wonder they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;=X im not a comedian. haha. i dont know how to make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;aww well.&lt;br /&gt;just cheeeeeeeer up! :D&lt;br /&gt;sweetheart &lt;3&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7657281172681204770-6972174440672348603?l=that-sjustlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6972174440672348603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7657281172681204770&amp;postID=6972174440672348603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6972174440672348603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7657281172681204770/posts/default/6972174440672348603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-sjustlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgosh-omgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Natsuue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765728117268120477
