<?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-6195511433968401754</id><updated>2011-08-06T01:19:10.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱上猫的鱼</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-1214409277905550266</id><published>2011-04-09T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:57:01.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--Words--</title><content type='html'>I love reading, possibly much more than I love writing, or singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words just have such a mysterious power sometimes. And if one is good enough, just mere sentences with the correct words and the correct way of writing can easily bring about much more influence than could possibly be imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerful by itself, but used correctly, it just forms into a spectrum of brilliance that could either tease someone into bursting laughter, launch a person's mind into contemplation, or even move someone to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's easy to say that I've experienced all three of the above scenarios, and much, much more, all in gratitude to the pleasure of reading, and taking in the words themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that I find myself moved to tears over literature. But sometimes, you would just stumble across rare pieces of gem that just blows your mind, and sometimes, it just so happens that the words themselves convey such a brilliant story--picturing out the atmosphere, situations, moods, and tones so clearly--that before you know it, your heart is hammering in your chest and your eyes are burning but you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't stop reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in those cases, if a few tears are the price of reading such an amazing thing, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the ones that will stick with you long enough, leaving an imprint in your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chest and mind and heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; in the raw amount of feelings and choking emotions that you experienced so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; into your soul, that even if you won't remember what the story was about, you will forever remember that you have once been moved to tears by words itself, and that will forever be a memory and feeling that you will cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, 'words' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; really powerful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-1214409277905550266?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/1214409277905550266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=1214409277905550266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1214409277905550266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1214409277905550266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2011/04/words.html' title='--Words--'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8275025805701490110</id><published>2011-04-09T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:44:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--The 'End' Is Near--!!</title><content type='html'>It's already April, and somehow, Time has once again passed swiftly by without even a breath of it's presence making itself known. It's a peculiar thing, time. Sometimes, you feel as if the minutes, hours and days just drag by, and you can't help but wish that time would speed up. But other times, when you're knee deep in piling stress and anxiety, you just wished that you had more time because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bloody hell, how can I possibly finish this assignment/project/homework?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the moments when time passes by without you even noticing it, the times which you spent enjoying yourself, and you just happened to take a glimpse at the watch and was taken aback by just how much time had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the memory of me starting my second semester in Uni was just yesterday, and yet, now I find myself nearing the end of it, and I can't help but wonder where did all the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've vivid memories of myself stuck in numerous representations of the above three scenarios, and yet now that I really sit down and think about it, it's a wonder that I didn't feel the days slipping  swiftly and quietly by--just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toeing&lt;/span&gt; at the edge of my conscience and yet making me unable to fully comprehend that time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my time&lt;/span&gt;, is passing away in such a quick and sneaky manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at the calendar now--ohwhatthehell, there is only barely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one month&lt;/span&gt; until my BIG EXAM(!!!)--I have to mourn the loss of passed time. But like a lot of other things, what's gone cannot be reclaimed back, particularly something like time which is so abstract and yet real at the exact same time. In which this just really makes me want to sucker punch Time in the gut if it has a physical representation, because it has once again pulled one over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that I've got to take a major part of the blame itself, seeing how I've wasted away perfectly good and decent and USEFUL time just to squander it away on mindless hours of things that I can't even fully recall now....*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, like all things, there is still hope, and with this one month, I do hope that I will be able to fully utilize it in the face of the coming ordeal, which is six MAJOR test in one row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems like a kind of make or break situation, which just churns my stomach and blur my senses with something very much like a 'healthy' mixture of panic and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers* Do hope that everything will turn out okay....!!! O____O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-8275025805701490110?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8275025805701490110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8275025805701490110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8275025805701490110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8275025805701490110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-is-near.html' title='--The &apos;End&apos; Is Near--!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-4532629440303338139</id><published>2011-03-24T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:14:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something NEW~</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've updated both of my blogs, and to be quite honest, I've nearly forgotten the mere existence of this blog myself...! However, a sudden fleeting thought of nostalgia and interest had me recalling the link to my blogs (and surprisingly I could remember them without fail...), and a few quick taps of the keyboard had me scrolling through both of my blogs and laughing at the date of my last updated entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amusing how terribly good I am at procrastinating/abandoning things, and the little niggle of guilt on the fact that I've not persevered on is like a sharp blow of ice-cold conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this brings me to re-reading through all of the previous entries in this blog, and imagine my surprise when I realized that there are so many things that I've forgotten in this period of time. The memories are all precious to me, and yet they've somehow been stashed away in a deep, dark corner in my mind, and it wasn't until I've read the words and smiled at the stories that I've written in this blog that I remembered them with such a vivid clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, I suppose, is the advantage of blogs. It's as if you're capable of taking out a memory and turning them into words -- forever immortalizing the scene/feelings/thoughts with a single blog entry. It's surely a wonderful thing, and it's brilliant in a sense that you'll always have the chance to recall them back just by reading back your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a sudden burst of interest, I've decided to change the entire look of my blog. A fresh look for a fresh beginning~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather fond of this new design~ I somehow find it more aesthetically pleasing, and the effort to re-new something that you once loved and had conveniently forgotten is always a pleasant feeling~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time then, in which I will talk more about my recent life, and in which I think the update would be fairly soon~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To my beloved friends that I've sorely missed and have stuck through the years with my hot-and-cold + comatose/near death updating-blog-behaviour, I thank you sincerely for staying with me through all the thick and thin moments~ XOXO *hugs and kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-4532629440303338139?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/4532629440303338139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=4532629440303338139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4532629440303338139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4532629440303338139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html' title='Something NEW~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3636336866488868860</id><published>2010-09-24T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:31:59.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...New Life...?</title><content type='html'>Today, 24th September is my third day in the University of Nottingham, Malaysia Campus (fondly called UNMC by the people here), and to tell the major truth, it is that I still don't feel quite at home with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any new friends yet, it's quite sad to say, but I bumped into a former form-mate of mine--Qi Yan, or known more as Bob of the Bio class. The fuzzy feeling of meeting someone from the same place as you and which you know and have common ground with is such a pleasant feeling that it definitely did help to take the edge away from the lurking loneliness in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how at home I felt at Chung Hwa, with the exception of my first month over there back when I was in Form 1. And every time I walked into it for these past few years, I've never felt out of place, because it was a place that has become a part of my life in the past. But when I went back recently to take the school mag, the awkward feeling of standing out and feeling oddly uncomfortable made itself known, and for the first time in seven years, I understood that Chung Hwa could no longer be treated as a second home, the feeling of belonging  had faded, and while I still missed it and will cherish the memories dearly, and might even hope to return to visit it sometimes, I understood then and there that it is time to move on from the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNMC should by right become my second home now, but I guess it still feels so unfamiliar and strange to me that I can't feel that ease yet. And hopefully, when my lectures starts next Monday, I will have met a few more people and even made a few more friends, and like how it was during Form 1, I guess I would eventually progress to be able to roam the hallways and buildings with practiced ease and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I still have my reservations, and while I am not madly home-sick and crying my eyes out or losing appetite or some other weak stuff that a person who left home for the first time should be doing, I know with an aching dull to my heart that I miss my house and parents and cats back in KB, and I miss all my dear and wonderful friends that I have made over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, in the near future, I might feel more at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I end this post with a small smile and a longing to eat Chung Hwa canteen's Yong Tauhu, while sitting at my study table and typing fervently away to vent my frustrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time then, adieu~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-3636336866488868860?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3636336866488868860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3636336866488868860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3636336866488868860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3636336866488868860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-life.html' title='...New Life...?'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-743830028064112081</id><published>2010-02-23T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:55:49.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a new blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The address: http://fish-hobbies.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be dedicated mostly to reviews on movies, musics, pictures, dramas and such~So if any of you have interest you can check it out~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, yeah, I know I have been neglecting this blog, but that's because I have nothing to update...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please check out my new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, I won't be abandoning this blog too~!&lt;br /&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/6195511433968401754-743830028064112081?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/743830028064112081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=743830028064112081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/743830028064112081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/743830028064112081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5031422096412429527</id><published>2010-02-08T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:55:39.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Missed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CNY is near and I am going back to SP in the next few days. I will probably be staying till end of February. And although the prospect of CNY is exciting, I find myself reminiscing the good ol' school days. And I find that I missed a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thing I Missed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seong Yong's way of saying 'feeling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chia Hui and Chang Yong's "Oo-Oo" of imitating a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The frenziness that usually occurs now which involves decorating notice board and class for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The act of conspiring together and vote for certain people to be monitor, ass. monitor, bendahari and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The chatter among classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The sort-of off-key singing of "我爱的人，不是我的爱人！！" by Shu Wei and their gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Kuala Krai slang of Wai Lok and Pei Chin gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The ridiculous antics of Keng Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The teasing of Zhee Shin by both Kok Yong and Yi Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The plotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The huddling around in groups with the guys and talking of *ahem* things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hidden competition of saying things which have double meaning. (Usually will always be heard by Yi Wen/Keng Sheng/Kok Yong as something 'qiao')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mr Lim's face and voice teaching us Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Mr Ng's shocked expression when the boys come in late and he says: "Olor...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ms. Lim's blushing face when Kok Yong shouts out his compliment for her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way me and Kok Yong always discuss about Ms. Lim's clothing. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The childish bantering and joking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The sight of Chia Hui eating her food from tupperware secretly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The sight of Khang Siang sleeping on table. (Without Yi Wen beside him...XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The asking around to borrow homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Canteen's Yong Tauhu and fried kuew teow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Searching of toilet keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Studying in library with Ah Kheng and Mei Jiun them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Jason's sarcastic remarks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A lot of people's hugs. (Yi Wen, Zhen Jee, Pei Chin, Qian Ling, Chia Hui, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The molesting. O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Acting silly. (Like scolding at a wall for 5 minutes...=_=") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Korek secrets from people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Laugh and joke together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Watching Zhee Shin try to collect class fee. (Which usually involves a lot of high pitched shouting which damage ears.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The obtaining slip from guru bertugas to leave early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The shouting around and grabbing of newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The high demand and circulation for '学海'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The borrowing of stationary in the class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I could think about. I will add some more if I think of it...&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-5031422096412429527?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5031422096412429527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5031422096412429527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5031422096412429527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5031422096412429527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-missed.html' title='Things I Missed...'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-887895254067793318</id><published>2010-01-06T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:03:20.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I haven't been updating this blog since last year's August. And since a particular whiny cat and my lovely third wife Zhen Jee asked me to update, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this new year post, I am going to write a list of "10 Things You May Or May Not Know About Me"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate the Twilight saga, books and movies included. Particularly I don't get the rave over Robert Pattinson's bird nest hair and Taylor Lautner's so called 'hot-bod'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I do needlework. I don't think a lot of people know about this. I don't look like the type I think. But I have nimble fingers and love doing cross-stitch, which is very easy. A lot of people think it's hard but it really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate those movies with the title like "XXXX Movie". Example: Scary Movie, Disaster Movie, Date Movie etc etc. Although the minds behind such crude and mundane movie plots have recently gotten creative with other titles such as "Meet The Spartans", I still find the movie and plot and dialogue and...Oh who am I kidding, the WHOLE thing is just like a pile of crap. Yeah, crap, as in SHIT. So sue me if I don't share your sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a supporter of homosexuals rights, although I am straight. I think there's nothing wrong in people loving other people and I can't fathom why some think it's wrong to love. And besides, some who say that it's wrong because God condemns it is plain bull. If God is Almighty, then he wouldn't have made a mistake in creating homosexuals. That's how God wanted them to be I guess. I am not religious at all so I won't continue this rant, just expressing some opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I collect notebooks. It is a weird hobby of mine. But I don't collect normal boring notebooks, I collect pretty, beautiful or meaningful ones. Some will have colourful covers while others will have well designed pages. Some have both of these combination and those are really hard to find. Maybe someday I will upload pictures of the notebooks I collect on FB or here. Depends I guess. But back to the topic, I now have maybe about or over 30 notebooks collected~&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't really like listening to hip-hop or altogether too loud and rock music. That's why I listen to Mix Fm I guess. A lot of people that I know are listening to Hitz Fm and some always ask me why I listened to Mix. Well frankly, it's the type of music they play which makes me made this choice I think. MIX is more for me, and I can't listen to HITZ at all. Sometimes I will get a bit irritated when people who are listening in to MIX with me suddenly says something like: "Woah, this channel got play such modern songs one ar?" God, I feel like bashing them in the head for their way of thinking and one-tracked mind. MIX actually plays a nice mix of songs, mostly pop, and none too rap-y or rock-y for my taste. Don't get me wrong, I listen to all genres of music, I do listen to some rock like Muse and Nickelback and Daughtry and so on. It's just HITZ isn't for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love Studio Ghibli movies and Joe Hisaishi, the composer for the music of these movies. A lot of my friends don't really know the movies, but I have been watching Totoro since I was small and had been hooked on ever since. The music I only learned to admire when I was older, and I have to say its absolutely breathtakingly beautiful just listening to one of the pieces. One of the reasons I love the movies is how thought provoking and simple it is. No catchy phrases, simple dialogues, wonderful artwork and yet, it manages to bring out pure magic. Some people don't understand it though, they think it's just cartoon and find it boring. I find this pretty sad. Sad for those people who can't appreciate such work or sad for the movie unable to get through their mind I don't know, but I don't think I will ever be un-fascinated by them though. Once, when I was playing Joe Hisaishi on my car radio, someone told me that it was plain weird and creepy. I still feel offended. You can listen to people shouting all day long yet you can't appreciate a simple piano with orchestra piece? What is the world coming to? But maybe it's just not their thing. For those who are interested in Joe Hisaishi's pieces, The Legend Of Ashitaka of Princess Mononoke is a good piece to start on. It is a thoroughly magical song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am a lazy person. I love to procrastinate. Which is not something good. Look at how long I took to update my blog! Haha...But for my new year's resolution, I will TRY to not be so lazy~Do you think I will succeed though? Honestly, even I myself don't know. But some things are worth procrastinating right? There's a beauty in everything, as how I like to delude myself...O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love Korea and Japanese songs. My recent addiction is Super Junior. I keep playing their songs over and over again. And my playlist is a huge mixture of english and japanese songs. In fact, I don't really listen to that much Chinese songs...&gt;_&lt; So whenever someone asks me about the new song that is playing on My fm, forgive me for not knowing a clue about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love my cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so technically, that is something which I think everyone knows about, seeing that one of my friends said, if someone doesn't know I like cats then they definitely don't even know me. I like cats. And I love my cats. That is the first thing that one might pick up on me at first. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I ran out of things to write I just decided to write that. Haha.  I think this post has been long enough, and for anyone who read through the whole of my self absorbed rant, thank you very much yo~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time then, which I hope will be in the near future~XD &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/6195511433968401754-887895254067793318?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/887895254067793318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=887895254067793318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/887895254067793318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/887895254067793318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-post.html' title='New Post...?'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-2725754582192852637</id><published>2009-08-22T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:20:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>～言情小说～</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;虽然挣扎了一下，但是&lt;/span&gt;X&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;最终还是抵挡不了好奇心而借回去了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;结果第二天，她早上到学校便兴高采烈的告诉我她读完了，而且还很自豪似的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;之后，不知是太过无聊还是按捺不住了，她写了篇读后感给我：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;读后感：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;读过李雪瑜小姐强力推荐的《撒金败家女》（黑田著），我个人有些意见及想法。《撒金败家女》脱不开典型的&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;色情&lt;/s&gt;言情小说故事路线。此类&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;淫&lt;/s&gt;书籍一向爱以超级大富豪之子女或一夜间暴发的男女为主角，制造出一种“只有钱才能让感情升华”的假象。主角皆有俗称“杀死人不偿命”的样貌及身材，把人世间的爱鼓吹至天上有地下无的情景。书中主角也毫无避免的，是富豪；也毫无避免的，在第一次邂逅对彼此留下“深刻的印象和色相”，并对彼此产生“性趣”，乃俗书中的俗书。书中女主角虽贵为“美女”，却是“处子之身”，而且“第一次的男人”往往是“鲁莽、粗暴的男人”，并且事后一定后悔自己当初没有“怜香惜玉”。故事比童话故事更为美满。唯此书中的“巫婆”是女主角的小妈。书中也过动夸大男女私处。私处，便是私处。奈何作者用“神秘的花园”及“男性的骄傲”来美化“杂草堆”和“小弟”，把男女之事（运动）美化为“享受”。并把男主角的挑逗本事用女方的“欲仙欲死”来证明。尽管医学报告证实了超过一半的人不满意自己的性生活，然此书依然给了未成年少男女假希望。少男以为可以征服所有人，少女则以为可以收买人，乃此书之大错！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;总结来说，此书带给本人的冲击力很大。我的眼睛受到了刺激。奉劝各位“三思而后读”。我发誓，再也不敢看了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;既然这为小姐那么爱写，我也好心点的给些评论好了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;评论：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;这为同学，很明显的，你不是害羞过度，便是心虚了。虽然我猜是后者。以你死命的批评所有关系到&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“色”&lt;/span&gt;字眼的细节，我认为你也太明显的想掩饰自己得罪恶感。说吧，八成是看得流口水了，事后才后悔起来，恼羞成怒，才骂得如此吧！而且，这为同学，我难免发现到你只注意到书中&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“色”&lt;/span&gt;的部分。这可是十分要不得的！毕竟，男女之间的&lt;/span&gt;*ahem*&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;运动，只不过是爱情上的点缀罢了。你为何没多注意主角之间的互动，感情的发展，及人格思想上的改变呢？唉！真是个要不得的丫头，还停留在小时候只对&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“性”&lt;/span&gt;及&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“样貌”&lt;/span&gt;感到有兴趣而完全忽略了其他的地步吗？而且，我觉得你可真是个太过跟随感情的家伙。这不是你的&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“第一次”&lt;/span&gt;么？怎么能如此肯定的把所有言情小说都拿这本为模范呢？让我告诉你吧，言情小说可是层出不穷的，每一本都有不同的构思，故事及人物。但愿你不要这么爽快的做结论。实在的，怎么这么孩子气，难道你平常看人一眼，不爽的话，便直接把他视为敌人吗？我但愿不是。此外，我认为你对自己及对异性的想法也未免太过极端了吧！而且你对“爱”这事也显得毫无经验及信心可言。为何你就如此否定男女之间的互动呢？而且，把自己的下面称为&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“杂草堆”&lt;/span&gt;也未免太失礼了！难道对自己的身体感到没信心？男生知道你对他们下体的想法有极大可能会气得不顾一切证明给你看男人的&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“长度”&lt;/span&gt;可不是可以拿来和&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;“小”&lt;/span&gt;相提并论的！所以，对自己的性别及异性尊重点吧！还有一点，说穿了，“做”这种事从以前到现在还实行着，一定是因为“爽”吧！不然&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;做&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;来干什呀？不过，值得夸奖的，你文笔不错，而且我觉得你的脑袋真好，还蛮善于记这一类的“科学证明”。这点可喜可贺，证明了你拥有很好的记忆力，而且，也证明了你的潜意识是对“这种事”还颇感兴趣的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以，就以各种理由而言，我觉得你并不是“眼睛”而是其它部位受刺激吧？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;最后，想奉劝你扩大自己的思考，诚实的接收自己心里想要看的，读的，写的，感受的。这么一来，我觉得你会发现自己更有&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;女人味&lt;/span&gt;点！做人别这么固执了～《学海》不也教各位不要按捺自己么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所以，承认吧，&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你是还想再读的吧～！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-2725754582192852637?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/2725754582192852637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=2725754582192852637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2725754582192852637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2725754582192852637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='～言情小说～'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-4494748984703739963</id><published>2009-07-22T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:56:49.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The *BEEP* !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Read this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Therefore, Locus P is also a circle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these mere short 7 words, we had to copy the answer to a 2007 Maths T1 past year question for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A HUNDRED TIMES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, your eyes haven't gone bad, and I didn't type wrong: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;100 *FREAKING* Times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you say it, no, the answer isn't even remotely near the word&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 'SHORT&lt;/span&gt;'. In fact, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;, have&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; LOTS&lt;/span&gt; of steps and X+Y's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the icing on the cake (or should i just say &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SALT ON THE WOUND&lt;/span&gt;), is that we have to pass up this remarkable piece of so-called CORRECTION within the last period of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, did our Ms. Lee say it with such flair and attitude. "100 times. I don't care, you have to pass up by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like "What the--(Insert your own choice of rude words)!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, today, the whole Physics class could be seen quiet and orderly for a change, with our heads down and our pen moving and the paper and small mumblings it could almost be interpreted by any passer-by that we have turned over a new leaf and were studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, how wrong were they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TRUTH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are FEVERISHLY copying one time after another of the SAME freaking sentences just trying to make it to 100 times. And the mumbling? That was just cursing language reserved for adults ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. By the time I reached over 20, my body was on autopilot and my brain wasn't working at all. Except when I am thinking out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;INVENTIVE&lt;/span&gt; ways to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CURSE&lt;/span&gt; a certain &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'vege-kuih'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even want to go on to the unreal transformation of my handwriting...From readable--&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only things that disturbed the image of us as 'HARDWORKING STUDENTS' are the constant outbursts and display of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as: "Aargh!!! My hand is freaking getting NUMB!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "SHIT! So long only number 20 only!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "MOTHERF***KER!!! I hope someone goes SC**W 'vegekuih'!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I swear, because of her, my choice and knowledge of curses and swears have definitely been upgraded to a whole new level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, when I am typing this, my right hand is sore and ACHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. Like what Miao said: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MEME KISIAO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt; If I don't get A in T1 I am really going to MURDER 'Vege-Kuih'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unfortunate thing=Ah Sir just had to come and check on the cleanliness of the windows on such an inopportune time. Really, he should receive an award at the "Worst Timing Awards" ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the windows weren't clean and me, as penyelaras, was called out. He then proceeded to wipe the dirt off the windows and insist to HIGH FIVE with me...Making my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACHING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SORE&lt;/span&gt; hand&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; DIRTY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;....Haiz haiz. So much for bad luck eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing he didn't mengamuk...And I am going to make sure all the windows clean tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SODDING T1!! TOTALLY INSANE! MEME KARUT dan BENGONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the language, it's the most truthful way of expressing this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F***ING&lt;/span&gt; situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM: An experiencing mental and physical &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;TRAUMA&lt;/span&gt; Physics Student.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6195511433968401754-4494748984703739963?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/4494748984703739963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=4494748984703739963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4494748984703739963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4494748984703739963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-beep.html' title='What The *BEEP* !!!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3409816831186056806</id><published>2009-06-03T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:18:44.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ClaSS idiOtiC acT--3-~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;上个星期，我看到奕文在鬼鬼祟祟地写东西，不问还好，一问才知道她在写情信给芊芊，本班的副班长。结果，我们开始比赛起来，看谁能写封比较好的信。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下是奕文语气&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;有点变态&lt;/span&gt;的情信：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;致超级亲爱的芊芊：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;这是我用手连着心，一起写的情信。不准笑！！！我是真心的，希望你能笑纳。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你的心是世界上最神妙的东西。无论我如何接近它，它总是狠心地把我拒于门外。我用尽锁匙，它的锁却打不开。我到底该怎么办呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你的样貌也是其中一个世界七大奇观之一。它总是深深烙印在我脑海，久久挥散不去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WMB3125，我不能忘却它，即使它一次一次抢了我的停车位，我却恨不了它。请你告诉我，我是不是有病了？为什么一切和你有关的东西。我都一一记在心里呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;我和你，人海里。竞相遇，不就是一种难得的缘分吗？就让这个缘分更上一层楼，请你接受我吧！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;最爱你的奕文上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是不是很&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;变态&lt;/span&gt;呢？？！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好吧，来看看我&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;甜蜜的情信&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;亲爱的芊芊：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;原本，我并没有打算将我这分心意传达给你。不过，当我获知奕文打算写情信给你时，我的心中强烈的告诉我一定要阻止你被她的情信给打动！！因为，她根本配不起你！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;你的美貌，你的智慧，你的优雅，你的善良，你的一切的一切，无论里外，都是那么的美丽动人！这令我不禁对你动心！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;我了解如果你不回应我的心意，但我只是想让你知道我的心意而已，让你知道，还有一个我在默默地喜欢着你。让你知道，你除了奕文，还有我这个超级不错的选择！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;所以，再一次的，我喜欢你！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;真的很喜欢，所以我不忍心看着你被奕文欺骗！芊芊，把她拒绝，好好考虑我吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;爱你的瑜。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看～！是不是好很多呢？？&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此外，奕文还写了一首诗：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你是我的太阳&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（你嫌芊芊很圆么？！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;照亮我的生命&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（你有生命可以照亮meh？！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你是我的月亮&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（芊芊的脸是滑的！！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;引导我走过夜晚&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（傻婆！你当芊芊是幽魂？！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你是我的星星&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（这样多星星，哪个啊？！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;替我点缀沉闷的夜空&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（原来你闷才找芊芊。。。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你是我的流星&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（流星是步入灭亡的。。。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;给我无限意外的惊喜 &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你还真有如流星般短暂的爱。。。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;你是我的水&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（你才该心如止水！！〕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;滋润我的生命 &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（水进入沙漠般的生命也会干枯。。。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;没有你，&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（你根本就无法拥有她！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;我也不想活了，&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（去死吧！！〕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;为了我的生命，&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（不屑！！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;请你接受我吧！！&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;（哇～！！永远都不可能！！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;青色--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 奕文&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;粉红色--&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，芊芊看了，点点头说：“嗯，很不错！！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，我敢肯定，她在看奕文的信时，眼神透露了&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;恐慌&lt;/span&gt;。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6195511433968401754-3409816831186056806?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3409816831186056806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3409816831186056806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3409816831186056806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3409816831186056806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-idiotic-act-3.html' title='ClaSS idiOtiC acT--3-~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8678480308133723048</id><published>2009-05-29T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:27:09.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 6 MOTIVATION CAMP~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went for my Form 6 Motivation Camp some time ago. It was a three day, two night stay inTok Bali at a resort named as 'Sweet Beach Resort'...And so, after gathering in the school during the morning, we started our journey via bus at ten something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day:&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher had only told us in the morning that we would be sleeping in fours in rooms instead of in dorms. This means that we have our own bathroom. This was a great relieve as the bathroom of the dorms are located outside and it is 'ala-Western' which means NO DOORS. We girls had been worrying about how to take a nice bath with a sarung so its good that we don't need to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, we sang and 'ki-siao-ed' with one another~After the tedious process of checking in and receiving keys, we immediately went to our room to seek refuge from the scorching sun. And after changing and washing up, we went for our motivation slot. My brother came with his friend who is our motivator and I got news that my cat Snowy had given birth to FIVE kittens~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Maths T2 slot. Jia Wei's dad was the penceramah. It was ok, and I think the notes he gave are quite detailed and useful~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths T1 was by our own Ms. Lee CK. She really proved herself as a First Class Honours. There were two slots. The first for teaching methods and the second for exercises. The first was very lovely, but the second was just pure hell as she reversed back into the Ms. Lee in class and asked us to do a LOT of exercises in a very limited time..But I gained a lot of info though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much could be said today. Except that the room opposite mine where Wei Fong, Keh Jun, Caryn and Xiao Shuang were supposed to sleep at had a LOT of cockroaches. Therefore, Caryn and Xiao Shuang tumpang at our room while the other two went to bunk with Art Class students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day:&lt;br /&gt;Almost cannot wake up...The first event was PA quiz. And last night our group had studied until quite late. The quiz was a very very fun and nice event to do. After five rounds, we won!! It was a minor difference between us and the Art class, but nevertheless, WE WON!! It was a happy thing for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PA ceramah afterwards was by our own PK HEM. Unfortunately, by some unknown reason, my spectacles was broken. Therefore, even though I was siting in the first row I had difficulty reading the things he wrote on the white board. Vaguely, I wondered how I was going to survive the next two ceramahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, PHYSICS. This was supposed to be THE MOST IMPORTANT ceramah for us Form 6 science students who are taking Physics. My hopes of hearing a good ceramah dimmed when I saw the penceramah. And when she started, doubts begin to form in my mind. Mr. Lim came in then, our beloved Physics teacher in school, and sat one side to listen too. And then...the penceramah, a 'she', said: "Ahh...Apa formula too lagi...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. All my hopes of getting something good was SQUASHED the moment she said that. And when Mr. Lim had stood up to help her, remind her of the formulas, write it out for her, I felt DESPAIR...My heart dropped as far as my mouth dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the--?! Was she really a marker??!! And she can't even remember the basic formulas like v=u + at and said it as S=u + at....HAIZ...She asked us to do past year questions but can't even expplain or tell us formulas but ask us copy the typed out answers displayed on the screen. And there were NUMEROUS times that she required Mr. Lim's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most torturing slot for me...I could only hope that time could go faster. Even now that I am recalling and writing this that I feel so angry and despair that words couldn't bring justice to how shocked and tortured I was during the slot. And I think all of us felt the same too. After that I swore to myself and Mr. Lim that I will always pay attention to him in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I got myself to listen attentively through the whole slot. I could tell that she really was trying to give us a good ceramah, but all I wanted to tell her is: "Hon, you don't have the chops or skills for it." Nevertheless, I applaud her on her courage and determination to give us ceramah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing that all of us gained from it was that we will definitely pay attention to Mr. Lim in class now. We really realize how good and important our beloved teacher is. &gt;_&lt; _=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-8678480308133723048?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8678480308133723048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8678480308133723048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8678480308133723048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8678480308133723048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/05/form-6-motivation-camp.html' title='Form 6 MOTIVATION CAMP~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-1759170792737987346</id><published>2009-05-22T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:14:31.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am INNOCENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just finish reading Miao's blog. And my mind has only one thought: What the--?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims that she is so 'pure and innocent' and it is actually me, juntat and zhenjee who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;polluted&lt;/span&gt; her. She then proceeded to make a poll with me. zhenjee. juntat and herself as the choices with the question: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO POLLUTED ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the choice 'HERSELF' currently has the highest vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this doesn't prove my innocence, let me highlight a few examples for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1: I am a good and nice and INNOCENT girl who has suspended the use of such vulgar adjectives such as CB, CBB and so on but ever since entering Form 6 and sitting beside the so-called innocent and pure MIAO, my verbal capacity has increased rapidly. They say that if nearer to the ink one will get blacker. So it proves that I am the nearest to Ms. Heng, so I am polluted most by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2: She is the one who always created weird and QIAO statements using her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; brain in class. Grab ANY person from our class and they will tell you its Miao who is the ultimate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GURU of QIAONESS&lt;/span&gt; in our class...=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3: The whole of our class (excluding a few boys) are originally all so cute, pure and innocent. Then Ah Miao had to come along and pollute us all. Now you could always listen to Qian Qian or Pei Chin saying things which have HIDDEN MEANING. And all of us always come together and mourn for our lost &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;INNOCENCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 4: She who denies most but does most and blames most is surely guilty. Needless to say, Miao always deny herself being the one who pollutes all of us. Then blames it on innocent victims like me and juntat and zhenjee, and then proceeds to pull or hug someone and say QIAO things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I can pretty much say this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I AM POLLUTED BY MIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I pollute her nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, she polluted herself. So please do me and juntat and zhenjee &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by going over to her blog: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Horny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Crabby&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;http://crabby220.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; and vote &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'HERSELF'&lt;/span&gt; as the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vote may just clear all of our innocent names. So please, VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note; Due to being over polluted, Miao had decided to go on a campaign titled: No Vulgarities!!  But it seems that she can't control herself at all and keep blurting out 'kata-kata kesat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Miao~Don't angry nah~Like you said, it's all for fun~(And truth!!) Besides, consider this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PAYBACK&lt;/span&gt; for you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SUMO-ING&lt;/span&gt; me at the girls toilet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; used that much capital letters...Ever. But this post requires it...There are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; many things to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;EMPHASIZE&lt;/span&gt; on~&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6195511433968401754-1759170792737987346?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/1759170792737987346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=1759170792737987346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1759170792737987346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1759170792737987346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-innocent.html' title='I am INNOCENT!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-878288573570608313</id><published>2009-05-16T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:00:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...A 'SweaTDroP' EvenT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I came back from the Form 6 Motivation Camp yesterday. I am going to write about it...But since its already night and there is too many things that I want to write on it, I decided to leave it until tomorrow to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the library after my Maths tuition. I tumpang-ed MeiJiun's car since my car got a bit ngetok dy. Anyway, at first there were only me, meijiun, xinfang, songsee, jiahui, shunyuh and kahkheng...We studied until five where Jiun and ah fong went for their PA tuition. Left me and Kah Kheng since Song See and Jia Hui short-plug go play basketball during the scorching 4 sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Desmond came and the five of us, me, Kah Kheng, Song See, Jia Hui and Des started talking. And JiaHui suddenly remembered that he wanted to claim money from the other 3 boys. It seems that a bunch of them had decided to share together to buy a bunch of food for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des suddenly exclaimed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ma1 de4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;！！！！Why must I pay so much de?!&lt;br /&gt;Hui: What?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; you! It really that much mar!&lt;br /&gt;Des: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; you!! I only eat like a few crappy bread, biscuits and maggi cup only!&lt;br /&gt;Hui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;F***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;! Then who eat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; eh!&lt;br /&gt;Des: What the?! Its Ah Tiu who eat lor!&lt;br /&gt;Hui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; him! He eat sipe much lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quarrel proceeded. Admist calls and uses of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CB, F***, TIU you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; and other vulgarities, the conversation itself is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SOOO funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; that me and Kah Kheng were laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can say for sure that for every sentence that Jia Hui says, there is an average one CB in it~&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I learnt about guys: They can quarrel about money but it is highly unlikely that it will harm their friendship. Usually I don't really like to share about uncertain things like food, expenses and such because in the end some may feel that others eat more and feel too unfair and such. And counting until the very last penny and arguing about money may harm relationships too. But I figure the way with guys are different. Hell, they could be shouting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CB, CBB, LJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and arguing with each other about the amount of money each should pay but it won't harm their feelings in the slightest. It's kind of sweet actually~&gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...I did learn a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ways to use vulgaritites from today's event...And it was the best laugh that I had for sometime~&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/6195511433968401754-878288573570608313?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/878288573570608313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=878288573570608313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/878288573570608313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/878288573570608313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweatdrop-event.html' title='...A &apos;SweaTDroP&apos; EvenT....'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3636243131758487131</id><published>2009-05-01T06:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:33:56.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IdiOtiC cLaSS....AcT 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...So my class got crazy again. After the last post where I mentioned about the illness where each of us SUPPOSEDLY have, we did another whole class thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with us switching to the Physics Lab for a day as our class was prepared for our oncoming MUET test. And my class monitor, Mr. Lee KS, began to go beserk again. He started his marvelous plan of drawing out every single person in my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the end product which he produced after much pondering(yeah right...) and utilizing his fine talent in art(ugh...) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SfoknIbctGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zV_Pcg9oe_I/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SfoknIbctGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zV_Pcg9oe_I/s320/image0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330613363642512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me...Everyone looks a LOT &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt; than this pic...Maybe with the exception of Keng Sheng though~*EVIL LAUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on current life: It sucks. My results are like crap. Pending for Physics results. Expected to known next Sunday...Wish me luck~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you want to see the picture clearer just click on it~!! &gt;_&lt;&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/6195511433968401754-3636243131758487131?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3636243131758487131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3636243131758487131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3636243131758487131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3636243131758487131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiotic-classact-2.html' title='IdiOtiC cLaSS....AcT 2'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SfoknIbctGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zV_Pcg9oe_I/s72-c/image0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-7180375929877711532</id><published>2009-04-16T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:55:59.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>废的事情～</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;考试前班上拿到了一张如此的纸：&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“中国中医第一针”&lt;/span&gt; 为大标题，纸上叙说着有提供什么病的护理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果，本班班长灵机一通，为大家列出病状以方便求诊。结果如下：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;报名单： &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  病诊：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刘明强                    阳痿，风湿，kepala脱kiap!&lt;br /&gt;潘树伟                    早泄，四肢麻木，肾病&lt;br /&gt;刘健翔                    子宫病，月经不调，舌头短&lt;br /&gt;张峰维                    性功能障碍，骨刺&lt;br /&gt;胡河昌                    中风，新老陈伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;邢奕文                    各种胃病，不孕不育&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄芊菱                    腰椎病&lt;br /&gt;吕培谦                    过动儿，口水多过茶&lt;br /&gt;蔡嘉慧                    皮包骨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;李锦升                   所有病例＋双脚伸直&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;杨晓双                   缺氧&lt;br /&gt;符史顺                   失恋，念念不忘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;李雪瑜                   细胞活跃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张德发                   长短脚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;陈康祥                   骨骼疏松症，手疼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄添财                    操劳过度&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上名单，纯属虚构，若有任何冒犯，请多多包含～&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 这事情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;足以证明本班的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;变态&lt;/span&gt;及&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;疯狂&lt;/span&gt;程度。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-7180375929877711532?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/7180375929877711532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=7180375929877711532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7180375929877711532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7180375929877711532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='废的事情～'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-7906676799716707508</id><published>2009-04-16T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:36:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST Day Of ExaMs~!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment has arrived--The last day of exam...And now I can proudly throw my books to a corner and yell:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the joy and jubilation, let me brief on my Physics exam today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to Mr. Lim's words, the exam is really quite tough....I struggled with quite a number of questions..And feel very depressed for not studying harder...But this has spurred me to be more hardworking for the next exam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people say, let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to another happy thing: Today I also officially &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FINISHED&lt;/span&gt; my school magazine~!! Yeah~! Finally this burden of a responsibility is off my chest...Now all that's left is to receive the final product~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~! Feel happy now~&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-7906676799716707508?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/7906676799716707508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=7906676799716707508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7906676799716707508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7906676799716707508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-of-exams.html' title='LAST Day Of ExaMs~!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5315814580158988472</id><published>2009-04-15T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:11:10.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FouRth DaY iN HELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject for my exams today....Honestly, I really don't know what I am writing in Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is the FIRST time I left so many blank in my Chem paper2....Most of the time...Even when I dunno how to do I will manage to write at least some things..But this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 is not as hard as paper 2 since its objective but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I feel so depressed that I can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, tomorrow's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; day of exam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo~!! Looking forward to watching MORE TV (since I watch TV everyday regardless of exam...=_=")....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I manage to survive tomorrow's Physics exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck~! I pretty much need it by now...T_T&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/6195511433968401754-5315814580158988472?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5315814580158988472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5315814580158988472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5315814580158988472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5315814580158988472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/fourth-day-in-hell.html' title='FouRth DaY iN HELL...'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-156412860803691165</id><published>2009-04-14T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:27:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd DaY iN HELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRUSHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's the ideal word to describe today's Maths T1 exam...I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;CRUSHED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's like I am banging down a door that won't ever budge...And inside is all my T1 knowledge...Hell, the questions are pretty straightforward but maybe due to lack of exercise and paying attention I don't know how to do....And those that I did I don't know if correct or wrong...UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next on, MUET 4--Essay paper. What stupid article and all that I don't really know the so-called 'proper' way to write it...So guess what? I winged it...(a.k.a Am Gong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haiz...What's done is done...No use crying over spilled milk right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Although I admit, I should have took the time last night to look over more examples than fall asleep in front of TV bout 9 sth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*SOBS~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2 down, 2 to go! Tomorrow--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHEMISTRY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-156412860803691165?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/156412860803691165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=156412860803691165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/156412860803691165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/156412860803691165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-day-in-hell.html' title='3rd DaY iN HELL...'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5516785915413322541</id><published>2009-04-13T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:30:57.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day In HELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's exam is Maths T2 and MUET 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew Cumulative Frequency curve instead of the required Relative Cumulative Frequency curve and I left two questions undone....The rest is a blur and the only few I am sure of is just a minority of the whole 12 question exam paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUET 3 is just objective...Quite ok...But the allocated time was too long (2 freaking hours!) and by the end of the first hour everyone was already done and we were allowed home early (under teacher's permission of course~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Lim has said that this Physics exam will be TOUGH...Hope I can make it through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja Aja FIGHTING!!&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/6195511433968401754-5516785915413322541?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5516785915413322541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5516785915413322541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5516785915413322541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5516785915413322541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-day-in-hell.html' title='2nd Day In HELL...'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3066311660400777872</id><published>2009-04-12T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:48:48.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day In Hell...</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day of exam. We took the Pengajian Am test. Know what, I slept at 9.30pm last night and threw all my resolution of finishing the PA syllabus out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I struggled through my PA 1...And I dun have enough time for PA2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Tomorrow Maths T2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already half dead now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck so I can continue tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-3066311660400777872?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3066311660400777872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3066311660400777872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3066311660400777872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3066311660400777872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-in-hell.html' title='1st Day In Hell...'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8501486655375642163</id><published>2009-04-08T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:16:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam....&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Exams are just around the corner...To be precise--4 days from now, which is the 12th of April. Haiz, haiz....Even though seems to have tried but still seem to have TONS of things to read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To sum it up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Chemistry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished last three chapters(YEAH!)...But...Forgot all the front chapters...(DOOMED!) and haven't started Inorganic Chemistry yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Physics: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only chapters I am sure of--1,2,3. Chapters I am almost ok at--9,10,11,12 The rest--EMPTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Maths: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T1--I totally dunno what Chapter 5 and 6 talking about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2--I don't have imagination. So sure doom when come out questions which involve what plane and what line or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read anything. And today when teacher give exercise on Dasar Negara my mind went BLANK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Due to the bleak and dreary situation I am currently in, I went to look for songs to motivate me...Among them is one by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jade 刘力扬&lt;/span&gt;, titled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;梅花香&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~It's an uplifting song~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to post the song but it is too troublesome...So any of you who want to listen to it can ask from me or go download it yourself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;梅花香&gt; lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;萤火虫借亮&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;梦想路很长&lt;br /&gt;不怕少年狂&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;轻舞飞扬&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;十年寒窗&lt;br /&gt;宝剑锋&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;梅花香&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;碧罗天&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;未雨绸缪苦做舟&lt;br /&gt;学海无涯&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;高山流水&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;知音在等候&lt;br /&gt;且看这光阴&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;似水流&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;哗啦啦&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;一去不回头&lt;br /&gt;都说玉不琢&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不成器&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;人不学&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不知义&lt;br /&gt;上考场&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;可别发抖&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;与人争辩&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;也要文绉绉&lt;br /&gt;且看这光阴&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;似水流&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;莫等闲&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;我要占鳌头&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all...I have to get back to drilling my brain with weird and uninteresting facts~Wish me luck in my exams~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOSH~!GAMBATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6195511433968401754-8501486655375642163?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8501486655375642163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8501486655375642163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8501486655375642163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8501486655375642163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam.html' title='Exam....&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8926892536406312728</id><published>2009-04-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:02:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesta Bahasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was our school's Pesta Bahasa...Or more adequately put= Language Festival. Because of our school's 'ngetok-ness' this year, Form 6 students are also required to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And curse my luck, I entered both Public Speaking(English) and Commercial Acting(Chinese). Due to the sudden revelation that Science classes are competing against Arts classes which means that both Bio and Physics class has to join together, we only started choosing our members and planning our script just a week prior to the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, we only used bout 3 days to rehearse. And another truth: I thought we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, very very fortunately, our members are all very cooperative and we managed to pull it off!! And I just have to salute Qian Qian, Miao, 3rd wife, Hoe Cheong, Chun Way, Agnes, Hoon Leng, Keng Sheng and Jun Tat for their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SUPERB&lt;/span&gt; performance!! Especially Qian Qian as there were really moments where I felt her 'teacher's aura'~&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't actually contribute a lot...Which I am very embarrassed to say...Maybe just by helping to organize and also to help arrange the props~=_=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note, Public Speaking was in general a disaster. I know nobody is listening to me so I decided to make myself less a fool by cutting my speech by about half of it. In the end I was positive I was speaking so fast the words are just tumbling together. Really, I can't hear a damn thing which I said on stage...T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, 5K2 won in the Dikir Barat competition...I was really impressed as I felt their show was really good. It had so much energy. It's not that the other 2 classes are bad, it's just that the true form of dikir is in itself a form of RAW energy. One felt 'semangat' after listening to dikir. And the other two classes seem to lack it in a sense that their shouting seemed to tired and their movements seemed to lagged. But 5K2 was just radiating with energy, something I positively enjoyed. I think I screamed the most times when they were performing~&gt;_&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I know that training for Dikir is a time consuming and also mentally, emotionally and physically exhausting thing..Therefore I applaud all classes on their hard work~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the guys of 5K2 seem to lack sportsmanship as they kept 'boo-ing' other classes, which I find extremely rude and idiotic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our iklan got second and I got first in public speaking...(But believe me, it's NOT a glorious thing...)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we got second, I must say that I am pretty happy~In my heart we will always be the first, and I am very very proud of all my members~!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS~!! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST~!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to JunTat~Your script REALLY good dy~If not, everyone won't be able to act in such an energetic way~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as a final note: a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; applaud to--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian Ling, Yi Wen, Zhen Jee, Hoe Cheong, Keng Sheng, Jun Tat, Hoon Leng, Agnes, Chun Way and also Jason (for garnering the courage to whip out his script on stage and 'lose his virginity' for the sake of pesta bahasa) on their hard work and efforts~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really are the best!!! *HAPPY, HAPPY, DANCES AROUND~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-8926892536406312728?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8926892536406312728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8926892536406312728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8926892536406312728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8926892536406312728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/04/pesta-bahasa.html' title='Pesta Bahasa'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8840151644476735048</id><published>2009-03-28T05:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:39:00.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Tuition~</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays Physics tuition was a HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir started teaching Electrostatics. Dunno because the chapter damn confusing or because we are not in the mood, everyone seems to be restless. (Or is it just me...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not even halfway through the tuition and I was already kind of dozing off. My eyelids were heavy, I kept yawning, my eyesight blurred...I kept glancing at my watch and told Yin Ting things like: "Still got 3 hours!!!",  "Ugh....2 hours and 50 minutes left.."  or something like that. Poor Yin Ting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fortunately, after slapping myself, I became awake again. The bad thing--I became too energetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the second half of the tuition = Squirming in my seat, daydreaming, look at everywhere, talking etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst was for the last half hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became crazy at that point. Yup. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir would say things like: "So here, because of the Gaussian blah blah, I am going to use this method. Okay?"  And I would be making weird replies (discreetly of course): "No....Cannot....Nya..." Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. My brain is officially FRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my weirdness also includes uncontrollable laughter. I dunno why, but the smallest thing made me laugh so much my stomach hurts. I can't control it. I just could not stop laughing. Uak...Felt like I was high on something. (But definitely not because of Miao sitting beside me...&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jia Wei and Zhee Shin, they kept looking back to see what was the matter with me..I suppose by the end of the tuition, all of us wasn't really paying attention anymore...Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore--&gt;I was KISIAO-ing, Yi Wen and Yin Ting are helping me not Kisiao, Zhen Jee and the rest are blur and kept observing why and how I Kisiao...O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I blame it on the fact that I was blurred from the stupid Electric Potential and Work Done...Stupid Electrostatics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was making weird noises like cooing sounds and syllables like: "La~Lalalala~~!!" and "Nyah...Nya~!!" or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd wife asked: "Hsieh Yie! What's wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did--&gt; Smiles at her..."Nyah~!!" =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, sir said: "It looks like all of you are exhausted. Let's stop early today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a shock. Sir NEVER gave us back early. It was either late or on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to sum it up, our restless behavior has caused three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sir was quite patient with us today. &lt;br /&gt;2.Sir actually gave us a BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;3.Sir noticed how exhausted, blur, confused and tired we were when he was teaching bout what E=dV/dx that he stopped the teaching for next time and let us do a bit of exercise first.&lt;br /&gt;4.We were released EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, not only was we drained, I felt that Sir was drained too...Again, stupid Electrostatics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ. I hope I will be normal this coming Tuesday for the extra Physics tuition...Or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAH~!!! ORZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-8840151644476735048?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8840151644476735048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8840151644476735048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8840151644476735048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8840151644476735048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/03/physics-tuition.html' title='Physics Tuition~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5561409379601336463</id><published>2009-03-07T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:47:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: courier new;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello~It's been a long time since I updated...Since my third wife asked me, so here I am, updating my blog...(See...I am such a GOOD 'husband'...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway...Recently I do have a few things to write...How to say..Let's just say there are a few lessons learned and a few feelings put aside. First and foremost, about my dear, dear cat. Ah Miao seems to be having some problems with her stomach and was admitted to USM. After being discharged her pain started again and was again sent back in. After the doctors tried without success to stop her painkiller(as the pain came back) Miao's mum decided to send her to KL hospital for treatment. So, now she's in KL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, without her, the class is extremely quiet...Which proves that I aint the one who is noisy...But as Kok Yong so adequately puts it, we are like catalysts to each other for a reaction to occur. Without the other, we cannot fully undergo the weird chemical reaction which induces us to become noisy. Also, as mushy as this sounds, all of us really miss her as we don't have the person to kenak together..(Haha...Jz kidding...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh~All of us also prepared a welcoming back gift for her~But for now, what it is remains a secret..But I am certain it would make her want to laugh and cry at the same time~Therefore: GET WELL SOON, MIAO~!! WE ARE ROOTING FOR YOU~!! (P/S: You must recover faster and come back or else you might find that you have a stack of homework higher than the himalayas waiting for you... Ms. Lee has been weirdly EFFICIENT recently which makes it a pain in the a** for us...&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, a good news to say is that our class T2 teacher is becoming more and more pretty each day~(O_&lt;) She is actually quite pretty as she has a slim and petite figure, long flowing and silky black hair, a nice smile, and a lovely lovely blush to top it off. But she always dresses too old for her age with the so called 'AUNTY' style clothes. But recently there has been a dramatic change and she starts wearing more tight fitting and suitable and modern dresses and blouses and skirts. This excites us to no end. Now we are trying to convince her to change her shoes to high heels...I wonder if we will succeed? (We have been praising her to no end and we find that she seems quite happy, hence the effort put in to dress herself) (Another theory is that she is seeing someone...{Inner thought: FINALLY!!}) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now starts the EMO section of this post....Avoid it if you don't want EMO...&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another sad thing. I realize that relationships are the weirdest thing ever. You need them, yet you are troubled by them. Sometimes one loses faith throughout the way. Sometimes they emerge triumphant and they are more bonded than ever. Sometimes it seems as you are treading on a thin sheet of glass and you don't know when you will fall. Sometimes you want it to happen but it just won't. Sometimes you don't even know why you still continue on. Sometimes you know you want to continue but weirdly can't find the will in your heart to do so. Sometimes it turns awkward. Sometimes you get hurt. Sometimes your efforts are futile. There are a lot of sometimes...But what matters most is what happens when you encounter the 'sometimes'. Will you leave? Will you give up? Or will you fight? Will you have hope? Will you go on even when you know it's futile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This doesn't just apply to romances.  But also friendships, family, life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It hurts as you know that you will never become how you were before. You understand that the most important person in your friend's opinion will never be you. Even though she repeatedly tries to convince you that you are a friend she doesn't want to lose. Yet you know, as you understand. Because you know her long enough to read between the lines and her words and her expressions. Yet sometimes you don't want to see it. Cuz you know that you are the only one who understands, and she does not repay the same consideration. Yet she doesn't want to lose you due to her whims or memories or longing...whichever I am uncertain. But the part where you are certain is that she cherishes this friendship, and so do you. So you choose to tolerate. You remain silent. You seek comfort in other friend's arms. As you know that you too, cherish that friendship, maybe even more than she does.  And you will be the kind of friend she needs you to be. Because you care well enough to disguise the hurt that was inflicted upon you. And for that, my friend, you are well cherished. At least, to you, there will always be friends unlike her. Even when other friends say: "You know, the only thing which I see that she has done for you is make you cry!" You choose to answer with a smile. Because that's who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet, I know you are losing hope. You honestly don't know why you still remain friends with her. She always says just how bad her mood is but it turned good after her other friends call her or message her. She tells you how your actions hurt her and you feel guilty. Yet, she doesn't know you are hurt too by her saying this. It seems to you that the way she puts it, you never make her happy. Only other best friends will. So, you are wondering about the meaning of this friendship. Recently, when she tells you such things, or you hear about it from others, all you do is smile. Somehow, the pain and the sadness had slipped away. And you seem cold hearted to such stuff. You wonder if you no longer care as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, friendship is a lot harder than love. In love, if you know you don't care anymore, the best way for both is to end it. You can end it if you wish to. Yet, in friendship, it's a lot more complicated. You know you don't care as much, that you cannot become best friends with her anymore, but still, you wish to continue as mere friends. There are no arguments, no dislike, so you cannot sever ties with one another. Yet there is no bonding anymore either. Somehow, it seems that you are exhausted and tired. So please, just take a breather, and somehow, just somehow, things might just turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is for you, the one who has tolerated for so long. My words are your words, my lines are your lines. And my writing for you is the same as you writing to let out your frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that was let out of my chest. We proceed. Recently in class, due to lack of paying attention and mindless, stupid teenage hormones giving encouragement, me and chiahui decide to play a game of "Who cries first." Therefore, I asked Khang Siang to help me in my quest in search of sadness. (Stupid isn't it??!!) After a few attempts, I feel down, but not enough to make me cry. Then he said: "There is something else...But I don't want say it lar...Too bad dy.." But the stupid stupid me kept asking him to try, saying I won't mind. And so, he really started. He criticized my looks, my body size....etc. The last straw came when I asked him: "So, because I am fat so you don't like me ler lar??" And he looked me in the eyes and with a disgusted look and tone, said : "You know...I really got a bit feel hate(disgusted) with you." And it hurts like hell and I really started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was a game and I knew that and after a few tears, I managed to control myself and began laughing. Those who really thought I was crying became confused but after some explaining, they all wanted to hit me..O_O...But...I found out that it is a really stupid game as I really feel sad after...Good thing is, my cheery attitude kicked in and after getting over it, I became the same insane me again...=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel the real victim of this game was Mr. Tan as he felt so guilty and kept hugging me and sitting beside me and tugging my arm and apologizing to me to make me feel better. He was very very sorry and kept asking me not to believe those things he said. After maybe near the twentieth time which I reassured him I was okay only did he became normal back~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~So sorry ya, Siang~!! I also love you very much as a friend lar..And din sad or mecok lar~Don't worry lar~*WINKS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! For others: Don't play such stupid games as it is really stupid and harms the mental and physical health...&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-5561409379601336463?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5561409379601336463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5561409379601336463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5561409379601336463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5561409379601336463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings....'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-7761393438281783098</id><published>2009-01-03T05:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:09:35.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Post: Don't Like, Don't Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this post on Fanfiction.net, a site I usually go. It touched me, and I decided to post it here. If you are one of those who have qualms about such things, please refrain from reading this post. It is merely an account of my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.&lt;br /&gt;I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.&lt;br /&gt;We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.&lt;br /&gt;I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.&lt;br /&gt;I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.&lt;br /&gt;I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My name is sarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am but three,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes are swollen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cannot see,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I must be stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I must be bad,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What else could have made&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My daddy so mad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I were better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I weren't ugly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then maybe my mommy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would still want to hug me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't speak at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't do a wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or else I'm locked up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the day long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I awake I'm all alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The house is dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My folks aren't home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When my mommy does come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll try and be nice,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So maybe I'll get just&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One whipping tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't make a sound!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just heard a car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My daddy is back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Charlie's Bar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hear him curse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My name he calls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I press myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Against the wall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I try and hide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From his evil eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so afraid now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sradishing to cry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He finds me weeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He shouts ugly words,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He says its my fault&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That he suffers at work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He slaps me and hits me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yells at me more,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I finally get free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I run for the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's already locked it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I sradish to bawl,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He takes me and throws me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Against the hard wall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fall to the floor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With my bones nearly broken,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my daddy continues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With more bad words spoken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm sorry!", I scream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But its now much too late&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His face has been twisted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Into unimaginable hate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hurt and the pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again and again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh please God, have mercy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh please let it end!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And he finally stops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And heads for the door,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While I lay there motionless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sprawled on the floor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My name is Sarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I am but three,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight my daddy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murdered me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her name was Auroura&lt;br /&gt;She was only five&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened&lt;br /&gt;When she was alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her dad was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;Her mom was an addict&lt;br /&gt;Her parents kept her&lt;br /&gt;Locked in an attic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her only friend&lt;br /&gt;was a little toy bear&lt;br /&gt;It was old and worn out&lt;br /&gt;And had patches of hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She always talked to it&lt;br /&gt;When no one's around&lt;br /&gt;She lays there and hugs it&lt;br /&gt;Not a peep of sound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until her parents&lt;br /&gt;unlock the door&lt;br /&gt;Some more and more pain&lt;br /&gt;She'll have to endore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A bruise on her leg&lt;br /&gt;A scar on her face&lt;br /&gt;Why would she be&lt;br /&gt;In such a horrible place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But she grabs her bear&lt;br /&gt;And softly crys&lt;br /&gt;She loves her parents&lt;br /&gt;But they want her to die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She sits in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but thinking,&lt;br /&gt;" God, why? Why is&lt;br /&gt;My life always sinking? "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Such a bad life&lt;br /&gt;For a sad little kid&lt;br /&gt;She'd get beaten and beaten&lt;br /&gt;For anything she did&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then one night&lt;br /&gt;Her mom came home high&lt;br /&gt;The poor child was hit and slapped&lt;br /&gt;As hours went by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then her mom suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed for a blade&lt;br /&gt;It was sharp and pointy&lt;br /&gt;One that she made&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She thrusted the blade&lt;br /&gt;Right in her chest,&lt;br /&gt;" You deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;You worthless pest! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mom walked out&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the girl slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed her bear&lt;br /&gt;And again started crying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Police showed up&lt;br /&gt;At the small little house&lt;br /&gt;They quickly barged in&lt;br /&gt;Everything was as quiet as a mouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One officer slowly&lt;br /&gt;Opened a door&lt;br /&gt;To find the sad little girl&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It must have been bad&lt;br /&gt;To go through so much harm&lt;br /&gt;But at least she died&lt;br /&gt;With her best friend in her arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list below! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school&lt;br /&gt;He told his friends that it was cool&lt;br /&gt;And when he pulled the trigger back&lt;br /&gt;It shot with a great crack&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I was a good girl&lt;br /&gt;I did what I was told&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold&lt;br /&gt;But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another&lt;br /&gt;And all because he got the gun from his older brother&lt;br /&gt;Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much&lt;br /&gt;And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush&lt;br /&gt;And tell my little sister that she is the only one now&lt;br /&gt;And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now&lt;br /&gt;And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest&lt;br /&gt;Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class&lt;br /&gt;And never to forget this and please don't let this pass&lt;br /&gt;Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this&lt;br /&gt;Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try&lt;br /&gt;I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest&lt;br /&gt;But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack&lt;br /&gt;Mummy listen to me if you would&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to college&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try things that were new&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not going with daddy&lt;br /&gt;On that trip to the new zoo&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get married&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a kid&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be an actress&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I wanted to live&lt;br /&gt;But mummy I must go now&lt;br /&gt;The time is getting late&lt;br /&gt;Mummy tell my Chris&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date&lt;br /&gt;I love you mummy I always have&lt;br /&gt;I know you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"&lt;br /&gt;In memory of the Columbian students that were lost&lt;br /&gt;Please if you would&lt;br /&gt;Pass this around&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy if you could&lt;br /&gt;Don't smash this on the ground&lt;br /&gt;If you pass this on&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people will cry&lt;br /&gt;Just keep this in heart&lt;br /&gt;For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now you have two choices&lt;br /&gt;1) repost and show you care&lt;br /&gt;2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart&lt;br /&gt;(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This post doesn't belong to me, it is merely what my temporary selfishness to convey my thoughts which spurred me copy it and repost it here. If such an action offends any original creator of this post, they are free to contact me via email to ask me to take it down.Email:janlee_cori@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To any offends, my sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-7761393438281783098?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/7761393438281783098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=7761393438281783098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7761393438281783098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7761393438281783098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-this-post-on-fanfiction.html' title='Private Post: Don&apos;t Like, Don&apos;t Read!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-2937592391995810309</id><published>2009-01-01T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:02:31.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH~!Finally I am updating my blog...After numerous accusations and screams and demands for me to update my blog, I finally am going to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAIZ. Now sipe bu shuang...Want know why? Cuz I am now typing in Tang Yang's house and got want sipe sipe NGETOK and IRRITATING "MASTER OF ALL" a.k.a Mr. TKS keep blabbing bout how slow I am typing. His voice is like disease which keeps seeping into my brains and killing my brain cells. Stupid TKS, dun want go annoy his honey and come ngetok-ing beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of him, because of this STUPID +NGETOK TKS, our chem teacher seems to have developed a MAJOR misunderstanding of us. He actually thinks we now 'ada highway' or something like that. UAK! Not that he not good but....UAK...We just very very good friends. He is like my sister...Or puppy..? Which likes to drool on me and everywhere and then I have to go clean up his mess...Hmm....Again...Very like Ms. Heng. I still think they are a match made in HEAVEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiz. Feel so influenced by ngetok people that my brain seems to have decayed...Wanna go do things dy...Since got one 'AIRPLANE KING' keep shouting at me...But come to think of it...That is his natural voice...Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, till next time. With Ms. Heng and Mr. Tan beside me I feel really ngetok...UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Not my use of capital letters....*MECOK-ING*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-2937592391995810309?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/2937592391995810309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=2937592391995810309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2937592391995810309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2937592391995810309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohfinally-i-am-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5946586067101679411</id><published>2008-11-19T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:38:48.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's officially the school holidays dy...But unlike other years, I find myself stuck in my busiest holiday ever...Normally by now I have already drowned myself in countless hours of tv watching/computer watching/internet surfing/story books ...etc. But now I think I am drowning in meetings and more meetings...Haha, but the upside is most of the meetings(although tiresome..) are very fun and it is great to be with friends and discuss things~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In respond to Miao's blog which suddenly seems more and more like to 'bom' me, I must say that my mind is not yellow coloured unlike wat Miao claims it to be..U know mar~SOME people just like to point at others to hide ther fact that they are actually like that...&gt;_&lt; Haiz. Remembering Chem tuition make me wanna eat char siew pao pulok...I havent eaten any for quite some time liao~   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got the shot at being a 'director' and I must say that it's a very very very TIRING affair...Even more so with an 'employee' like MIao....(O_O") HAHAHA~But still~It's a very fun experience, and my greatest thanks to all the crew and the cameramen Tang Yang and Khang Siang and Chun Hui~They all did a marvellous job~!! And of course to Sing Yee, Tang Yang and Zhen Jee for sacrificing in many many ways~I won't go into detail about wat we are doing cuz it's still a CONFIDENTIALSECRET but the answer will be revealed in time~   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday was my darling daughter's birthday and I wish her a very very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! She's finally eighteen and from Miao's mouth I quote: "Eh Jun, you eighteen dy!!! Can watch certain movies by yourself liao ar~!" *AHEM* Therefore, with such evidence, one must surely see the reasoning in Miao being the 'qiao-est' of us all and then that she was the one POLLUTING us~!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my workload, I still find it heaping into an impressive pile and I must say it seems like a long, LONG way before my work is finished...And I haven't even calculated the factor of holiday homework into the pile YET....=_="   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I had wanted to upload some pictures for some time now but still I haven't put up any~Well, here's a pic that I took when a group of us went for 'kembara-ing' a while back~   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SSPNp3LrVPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhIeDrWSYoA/s1600-h/SP_A0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SSPNp3LrVPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhIeDrWSYoA/s320/SP_A0565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270282108024870130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In front: My pretty third wife Zhen Jee, The always blur, fair and good-looking Seong Yong, Very very very QIAO Yi Wen aka Miao(U can know she qiao by looking at her face...&gt;_&lt;), The very very tall Hoon Leng, and the 'NOOB dad' Chun Hui; Behind is Hoe Cheong who Miao dunno why like to call 'pig' and whose eyes is very small~O_O  Well, that's all for now~Until next time lor~ &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/6195511433968401754-5946586067101679411?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5946586067101679411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5946586067101679411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5946586067101679411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5946586067101679411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-recent-life.html' title='My Recent Life....'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SSPNp3LrVPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhIeDrWSYoA/s72-c/SP_A0565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3787197151895896185</id><published>2008-11-12T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:57:38.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Rant~</title><content type='html'>Elo~Another new post~!! Haiz....Know that I am not the most hardworking person like someone in updating her blog but I vow to update more during the holidays~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holidays....It is almost the school holidays~!! This is the last week of school and I am sort of glad that I would have some more time to 'rot' at home~But with the workload I am lugging along, I am not that sure that this holiday will be such a breeze...At least in school there's still the teachers to consult and friends that are easy to discuss with. But during the holidays, everyone will god knows be at where and it would be a tough job to finish everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my workload is due to the school magazine...It seems that all the documents have accidentally possessed a mental state of wanting to make my life harder and disappeared themselves....And there are just some teachers who are so good at taiji quan that I am blurred just by trying to figure out where they have pushed away all the files and documents....But at least everything is sort of coming into picture...Haiz...The hard part now is compiling all the documents, make the necessary changes, refile the documents, recheck the documents for errors, plan out the whole magazine(pictures, drawings, the way things should look...etc.) and then when all this is done, there is still the hard part of going to the publisher and negotiating with them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say I have really seen the peak of dear Mr. Wong's choosiness....The designs/graphics are the worst part...Every drawing just seems to blend into something ugly and detestable in his eyes...I know he is very particular and strict and that he has high expectations so he demands everything to be 'professional' and that he just wants our school magazine to have 'standards' but the looks on Ah Fong and Miao's face whenever I tell them their work was rejected is just pure pain to me....I feel like whenever I stab a wound in their heart by returning their work to them, I am stabing a BIGGER hole in mine....And I really didn't dare to tell them the real things that Mr. Wong said....It would just tear their hearts apart...And I am sure by then I will not have the courage to even continue doing such a cruel thing....Haiz...But what's the point in ranting? I AM the editor, and I have to remain 'professional' and not confuse my feelings with my responsibility. And being an editor demands me to put myself in the same range as Mr. Wong's thoughts and force me to do the best for the magazine...But still... HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that doing this magazine lets me to learn is how confusing and disturbing and obstructing school politics could be....I am too lazy to go into further detail as some things might just involve teachers I like but the conclusion is that due to silly misunderstandings/ miscommunications/ stupid un-teacher-like thoughts, the staff has made it a harder job for me to get the things I require for the school magazine...Or maybe its my fault for not fulfilling my tasks sooner? This is a question I will never get the answer to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...School holidays. And my magzine isn't done yet...Last year the magazine was done before school holidays....But this year it will be a dream to finish it by this week...HAIZ. Just hope everything turns out OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about school holidays that make me sienz is the holiday homework...I swear that the work load is beginning to look like a hill rather than a heap. A good thing is that some homeworks are to be done as a group and if all else fails there is still friends to turn to right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays also mean unlimited hours at home and I am sure I might just die of BOREDOM. But I am pretty sure that won't be too soon as boredom only comes after one has finished all her work. And with the commotion with the oncoming prefect camp and the school magazine I am pretty sure it will come later than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of prefect camp....During holidays it seems a lot of F6 prefects will not be around...Again, I hope that everything turns out OKAY. Again, not only in my school magazine, school politics have come in the way...Good thing it is sorted out already(I think....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the feeling of unfulfilment and the pressure of workload and also with the factor of the moody weather counted inside, more than ever I wish that my wife and also my housekeeper is back in KB and with me....Ah Miao has been a great support all this while but even though I matter to her I still know that I can't be compared to 'someone' de~Ah Miao ar, I know that you will read this and don't be hurt or what, cuz we both know who you are gonna save when both of us are drowning...Besides, I can swim for myself mar....And let you chance be hero and have ZJ sayang you for a change~Blek~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am trying my best not to moody...With workload+homework load+pressure+certain relationship problems+stupid moody weather that always make people wanna sleep or cry+stupid teachers who make everything complicated---(1), I am surprised that I haven't pitchar-ed. Of course, with such a bian tai personality like mine+supportive friends+efficient workers+over-optimistic and joyful personality---(2), I am pretty certain I am coping pretty well~And I am sure that even if I take (2) to minus out (1), I will still have a lot of excess energy to battle a monster (or two? &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this is just another mindless rant bout my current life~Again, Ah Miao, Don't think too much after reading this. Even with me carrying 5 big files which weigh about 8-10kg+School bag which is full of thick books+A small bag which weighs bout 3kg, I am sure I can handle it well de...(Just that my shoulders and hands will ache everyday...T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember: Life is make up of smiles and sweet memories~Nothing else matters as much that will disrupt Life~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-3787197151895896185?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3787197151895896185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3787197151895896185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3787197151895896185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3787197151895896185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/11/mindless-rant.html' title='Mindless Rant~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-1966888148554099678</id><published>2008-10-27T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:57:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz A NoTe~</title><content type='html'>Yup~Don't worry, this won't be a LONG post. Just a very short one to express my gratitude to someone who I realized I love and miss terribly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in question is my 'big wife' a.k.a Ms SHS....Or should I start calling her Mrs L**? Haha...Anyway, I really realised that whenever I feel sad or depressed, the first person who pop in my mind is her. I will have the extreme urge to call her and just tell her everything. Just by listening to her voice will calm me. Due to recent events *ahem*, I find myself calling her again. And when I heard her voice its like everything just started flowing out--worries, sadness, happiness and all that commotion. I can say that she is one of my best best friends who always beside me and support me. And for that I really am grateful, although I can't begin to tell her how grateful I am~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like the ultimate friend in my heart that whenever I listen to her voice I will become happier and calmer...Her advice always helps too~Aiyo~I admire LZK for having her loh~He is the luckiest man in the world man~HAHA~Oh god, I hope she doesn't kill me when she reads this...Anyway, she is really really the 'bestest wife' that any 'man' can hope to get lar~&gt;_&lt; Maybe its because we share the 'husband-wife' thingy that makes her have a radar which can automatically tune in to my frequency~Hmm...What kind of wave will that be? (OMG, read too much Physics until PITCHAR-ED liao~!) Also, it may be because we already 'stay together' for 2 long years in school that she understands me so well and vice versa. As she so dear a friend to me I must say that I really really miss her nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I can already start imagining her face when she reads this post....Haiyo~'Lao Po' dun feel awkward or paiseh lar~And don't scold me nuh~&gt;_&lt; But I will never know if she does read my blog as she NEVER leaves comments for anyone...She is a cute and weird person who writes a blog which the address nobody knows and then just reads it herself. Yup, numerous times I have asked for her blog's address but she just smiles and says it is just a fun thing for her to read....=_=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~A BIG THANK YOU and Love You and MISS YOU SO MUCH~!!! to my darling 'wife'--Ms. SHS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Don't be mad for me at writing MUSHY things about you nuh~You so good you won't hunt me with a butcher knife one I think....Also, Mr LZK, I have no intent of snatching Ms. SHS from you so you also needn't kill me~The LOVE is a family-friend kind of thing~HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 2: I am back from my 3 day 2 night stay in Johor~I will be updating my blog about it the next time~I will be putting up pictures~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-1966888148554099678?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/1966888148554099678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=1966888148554099678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1966888148554099678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1966888148554099678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/10/jz-note.html' title='Jz A NoTe~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-3820736604176878392</id><published>2008-10-17T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:46:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can'T TaKe ThE NAGGING~</title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't updated my blog in a while (two months actually...=_="), but still, there's a good reason (I think...) for my inefficiency. It's all because I was busy recently (Forgot what I'm busying bout....Too many things...O_O) so I haven't been able to update my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually...This is the FOURTH time I am typing this post...Let's see...The first time, my computer ran AMOK and automatically shut down. Second time, I forgot to save. Third time, I accidentally pressed 'Esc' and closed the whole tab. So...It seems that even the higher power doesn't want me to update my blog.=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, here I am, typing feverishly as I must say that I am forced to do so. Yup, FORCED.Wanna know why? Cuz a particular person by the name Ms. Heng YW nags me every single day I don't update my blog. To shut her up, I decided that this is definitely worth it...Or I think I might be DEAF before I turn 20...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the recent events in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my EXAM:&lt;br /&gt;HELL. Yup, this is the only word that I can find to describe my exam. Other words just can't seem to potray it as well...Anyway, this really is a very hell-ish exam. For my PA, I duno what I am writing in my essay and it all seems like a jumble of words to me. For PA paper one, I really duno want to choose which which answer..Why do they have A, B, C, D by the way?? For Maths, I find T2 to be ok but honestly, all the careless mistakes I made in T1 makes me wanna do bang my head on something...And Chemistry..Ugh, I think I am still drowning in the antimony pentachloride question...And now to Phyics...I could already visualize dear Mr. Lim's face as he hands out my exam paper. The dissappointment would be evident. Haiz, just think about it...Originally a 100 marks student dunno fall till what mark...Hope I can just go jump of the building or pull a 'Happy Tree Friends' stunt with my pen...But I know all these failures are my own fault...(With the exception of PA Paper 2 as that @#*&amp; teacher din teach us a DAMN thing...)...And I know that it's because of my laziness that makes me take these test with so much fear. But the hardest part is knowing that you could do better and yet you didn't even bothered to try...Haiz...But being the overly optimistic person I am, I vow to strive for better results next time~!! Learn from my own mistakes and then move forward rather than feel sorry for myself. Gambate~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;My life is still so-so. But I am quite busy recently as I am involved in quite a lot of things. But I find that even though I am very tired by the end of the day, I still find it a very memorable day to have. However, it seems that my 'parental' side has come out again. There are just that few friends that I find myself unable to stop worrying about. I know, I know, some of you might say that I have already cared past the point of sacrificing myself but I just can't help it. Knowing that they might be crying somewhere silently or forcing a smile on their faces makes me worry even more...Haiz. That's why I try to do the best I can to be at their side and help them. A simple gesture or simple sentence may sometimes save a person from falling into depression...And besides, I am their friend and that's what friends are for right? To those who had enrolled themselves in my 'counseling session', I really don't need another apology or you feeling guilty for taking up my time and telling me all those so-called-depressing things. You all already have enough on your minds. And I am very glad that you chose to confide in me. That's why I don't mind a single bit for you calling me at ungodly hours or make me miss my class..etc. Read my lips/words when I say that I don't F***ING mind. So don't let me hear another apology or I will really go berserk...&gt;_&lt;...Besides, I SOOO matured, you sure want ask me for advice mar~O_O *EVIL LAUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On OTHER things:&lt;br /&gt;First things first~My dear Ms.Heng aka Ah Miao aka TING TING has a NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER~!!! Hahahaha...There is this person which we like to call by 'bell sound' which keeps stalking our dear Ms. Heng. Notice the word 'STALK'. It seems that the person has taken a liking to be by Ah Miao's side and no matter what drastic measures that we think of to PRY her away from the person, it all just proves to be FUTILE. That's why Ah Miao is stucked with wanting to bang her head on the wall, screaming in frustration or just ignoring the person..(Trust me, the third option will be close to impossible to succeed...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am going to JOHOR for the finals of the elocution competition....It's tomorrow actually...I am going to board the first flight(6.45 AM) and then will remain in KLIA until 10 sth and then board another plane to Johor. I am feeling quite nervous. This is the first time I entered a Kebangsaan level competition and thinking about the scenario gives me goosebumps. Besides that, this is my first time in an elocution competition and the first time I am going so far without my parents or siblings. Ugh~I can already feel the dread coming on me...Wish me luck lor~Hope I can succeed...A good motivation for me is the prize...Mr. Gan says its a few thousands...Woah~Just imagine what I can do with that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I could think of to say~Until next time then~(Which I hope will be soon as Miao will surely start nagging me if I didn't update my blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATE~AJA AJA FIGHTING~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Notice that I didn't use 'he' or 'she' but "the person" in writing Ah Miao's ADMIRER~Hmm....Guess what gender? &gt;_&lt; *LAUGHS MANIACALLY*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-3820736604176878392?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/3820736604176878392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=3820736604176878392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3820736604176878392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/3820736604176878392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-take-nagging.html' title='I Can&apos;T TaKe ThE NAGGING~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-9158047217388212662</id><published>2008-08-20T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:40:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy Family~(PART TWO)</title><content type='html'>Finally~~!! I am finally posting the second piece of ~Happy Family~Due to certain unforeseen circumstances (But mainly cuz I want to tease Miao so I din post it...*Evil Laugh*)before, I haven't been able to post it~Now, to continue with me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'family introduction'&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~My Son-In-Law~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SHE is my daughter's husband. Yup, it's a 'she', so you don't have to worried about your eyesight~She is a member of choir just like me and is the Naib Pengerusi~We were together as a group and entered Bakat Chung Hwa together for the past few years~She was always there and is a very best friend of mine~She is cheerful and cute but very short~&gt;_&lt;~She is also very popular de~Especially among those aunty uncles and those lower form students~She sings very very well~But she sometimes think too much too~Haha~Those in my family seem to have a tendency to think too much...Dunno why...She is also very good with my second wife and the three of us aways 'kisiao' together~Although you see her all cute and nice, she also can get very scary when she is angry.....Like become a totally different person...Trust me, you certainly don't want to be the person she is mad at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I must state the relationship that she has with my family besides being my daughter's husband. Okay, here goes:  She is my daughter's husband. She is my affair. She was upgraded to the status of my third wife for a brief period. She is my second wife's wife. She is my housekeeper's sister. She and my second wife have a daughter and a son. The daughter and son are considered as my granddaughter and grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~Confused liao mar?? Also, she is called polar bear~She is now studying to be a nurse in UM~Hope she will graduate fast fast and go infect others with that cute smile of hers~Gambate yo~My darling son-in-law~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~My HouSeKeePeR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god~!!She has to be the most strongest short person that I know~!!I met her during Form 1 but it was not until Form 2 where we studied at the same class that we really got to become close friends...After becoming friends, we always kisiao together. She is quite short, has big eyes and wears spectacles. She is also very very white and has rosy cheeks. Whenever she gets mad or excited, her face become as red as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, it really is THAT red. Besides that, I think this gal might have a bit of superhuman strength...Why? Because during our Form 2 years, whenever we play the fool and fight each other while sitting on the same chair, there was never ONCE that I managed to push her down the chairs...It was always me who got pushed down....ME!! Getting push down by a weak looking and small person...And I think I must have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her size...*SHIVERS*....Really--Never judge a person by looks alone....O_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she is the person who always discuss with me things about books or movies, or animes or comics. It seems both of us have the same interest in this perticular area. Also, her house has a BIG cabinet with quite a number of books, which makes me always borrowing books from her~Sorry ya~P.Rung~She is also my number ONE food supplier during recess. She always come to my class and shares her food with me~*SOBS* Thank you so much~!!If it wasn't for you I might have starved to death dy~!!Besides that, she is also very good with my first wife~I must say she is kind of like the introducer between me and huey shenn....She also is my accomplice in teasing my STUPID cat~!!!*EVIL LAUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pei Rung ar, you see I right such GOOD things bout you, while Ah Miao keep complaining about you didn't give her anything to eat~Can c I am the better person leh~~O_O~Therefore, next time you come back we both go *AHEM* Ah Miao nah~Wakakaka~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dun keep saying I din give you gaji leh~I so good liao mar....&gt;_&lt;.....Besides, you don't need me to feed you mar...Your shop got SOOO many breads and cakes~  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My CaT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ. Really dunno where to start about this cat nih...(Too many weird+bad things to say until dunno how to put in words...&gt;_&lt;)...Hmm~Let's see, this is a very very sikong 'cat', who always think her status sipe high and likes to dismiss the fact that she was a STRAY my kind-hearted and pretty younger daughter picked up....Besides that, she also very like to scold my second wife as 'perempuan jalang' when it is very CLEAR that her status is lower than my second wife~Ah Miao ar~If I have to choose between Yenjie and you I sure choose her de nuh~~Wakakaka~Dun cry nuh~&gt;_&lt;~(Who call you write me so bad in your blog~??BLEK!!) Also, she like to pretend innocent and flutter her eyelids when she wants to deny something or wants something. She likes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'seduce'&lt;/span&gt; people too...By 'seduce', I mean: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dragging her smelly and wearing stocking feet over your legs, using her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINFUL&lt;/span&gt; hands to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;grope&lt;/span&gt; and touch you and also hugging and throwing her so called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"SEDUCTIVE"&lt;/span&gt; looks at you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Really~!!As if she thinks that by doing so will help her get the way she wants...Ah Miao ar, by doing so you only make other's value decrease nia...As your "Tidak BERNILAI" hands touch people will make others lose value de you know mar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this cat also very untruthful de....She ming2 ming2 is the wife of TKS but still dun want to admit it. But let me tell you something, by sitting behind her and TKS for a year and now sitting beside her, I can definitely say that these two not only &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"ada highway"&lt;/span&gt; but the highway already tar beautifully and with signposts erected nicely liao....But the both of them getting more and more daring liao I think..."Daring" in a sense of public display of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AFFECTION&lt;/span&gt;, also the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;NAME CALLING &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; POKING&lt;/span&gt; and having &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; around one another, and also the sneaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GLANCES&lt;/span&gt; and the unforgettable moment of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;TRUTH&lt;/span&gt; where one party says "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;" to the other.......ETC. (OMG!!I am so getting KILLED for writing and publishing this....T_T) Anyway, what I was saying is they are getting along well, which makes me, as the head of the family, to feel very happy and relax about....But recently Ah Miao like very sexually frustated as she keeps groping me...O_O....And other people too....She seems to be having the "seven year itch" and is preying for VICTIMS....She seems to have found one by the special number of 21.19 liao....HAHAHAHA~~(Ah Miao~You know who I am talking bout rite?)Also, she now oso jalang want steal TKS's cousin, Zhen Jee....See? Such an annoying cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to the brighter side of this cat of mine, she is a very straightfoward and nice person. She also quite caring de~But she is also a person who thinks too DAMN much....She is a karate-do champion who once represented our nation~She is also a person who appreciates friendship a lot and also someone who is quite responsible(....in a way...).  She is also very rebellious and is said to be a very "BEBAS" person by Mr. Tan Ao and "the happiest girl in school' by Mr. Yean L.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see!! I write so many good things about you....&gt;_&lt;.....So dun kill me nuh~I finally got write about you liao mar~!!&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~My DoG/My CaT's "HUBBY"~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As he INSISTS that I write about him, claiming that he is ALSO a part of the family, I am going to tell you bout Mr. TKS~I must have known him for about 8 to 9 years now, but it wasn't until Form 2 that we got more along. He is a nice person with a good heart but sometimes his mouth just tends to blurt things out unexpectedly. This is the main cause, I think, for the rivalry before and also making Ah Miao bu shuang him in the first place...But now he has really changed quite a lot liao and I really salute him for willing to make the change....But he still likes to pretend sak....=_="....He is voted as monitor for two years in a row liao showing that he actually quite responsible...I say 'quite' cuz he still not that good lui~&gt;_&lt;...But sometimes this person really very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiam pak&lt;/span&gt; for his attitude and doings~But he is still a very good friend of mine~A bit goofy at times but quite an ok person. He is also very scared of being poked but still want hand-itch go poke other people...Making him to become the victim in the end...=_="....Nowadays, whenever I see him, Ah Miao and Zhen Jee hanging around each other, I will immediately have this thought: "WOW. Really look like family." (Damn...I am SOOOOOOO getting killed for writing this...) Also, he is like the bitter love prince (...or toad..?) that always faces a wall in relationships...Haiz...Pity you lar Siang~If you somehow manage to read his blog, you will find it filled with bitter complaints and heart rending memories~Really, can't you write more cheerful things??!! Also, he likes to sing very much but somehow whenever he sings, Ah Miao will look like she is getting tortured or getting killed (it depends on what song he sings....&gt;_&lt;)..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I can't say too many good things about him as I am afraid his head and ego will become so big he can't walk or even stand~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it~!!The second part of "My Family"~Hope you managed to get a quite clear picture of my 'slightly' dysfunctional 'Family'~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaints bout me not writing about you two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;liao noh~Mr.TKS and Ms. Heng?? &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: I was having a bit of a headache when I wrote the Miao and TKS part, so there&lt;/span&gt; MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; be parts that are merely my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;IMAGINATION&lt;/span&gt;~O_O......So dun believe everything nuh~Miao and TKS are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"friends"&lt;/span&gt; (or so they say.....But I find room for improvement...&gt;_&lt;)....But it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; also be that I am writing this cuz I dun want to be killed or hurt badly by some people that I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; have mentioned in this blog...(Notice I used a lot of 'MIGHT'.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-9158047217388212662?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/9158047217388212662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=9158047217388212662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/9158047217388212662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/9158047217388212662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-familypart-two.html' title='~Happy Family~(PART TWO)'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-7851312800781926944</id><published>2008-08-18T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:03:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now "Pitchar EeWWW~!!"</title><content type='html'>Haiz...Is it just my imagination, or are my nicknames getting more and more??Now with the newly added "eewwwww" behind "pitchar", I have officially received a new name....Really, do these 18 year-olds have to just pick every response I make and then use them against me?!Haiz....Also, I keep having a feeling that I am always getting teased...Yeah, yeah, so what if I am smaller than a year by all of you?Doesn't mean I could be teased...=_="......But it was all just friendly gestures and quite good fun though~&gt;_&lt;~Hahaha...  And there is still that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Tidak BERNILAI"&lt;/span&gt; person who keeps insisting she is  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"TidakTERNILAI"&lt;/span&gt;......You know I mean u rite??She keeps sikong she very priceless and wanna pretend she like the "extra virgin olive oil" but in reality........Eeeww~Hahahahahahaha~I just joking lar~Dun get mad nah~I know u very 'PURE' lui lar~But I must say I am very glad to c u n ur dear hubby a.k.a Mr.Tan K.S getting along so well lar~It really makes me wanna cry..*SOBS*....Also, if you two din realise, you two got a lot in common, so you two should be able to become good good friends if you want. Let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Both of you can't eat seafood....Except fish of course....&lt;br /&gt;2. Both of you always like to kacau people~&gt;_&lt; style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Both of you should definitely get more closer lar~Dun shy shy de.....Hahahahaha....I wait for GOOD NEWS nuh~Ah-Ms. Sikong-Sendiri-Tidak-Ternilai-Miao ar~You dun 'fake dead' nah.....Ppl TKS edi so open bout ur relationship liao u mar accept lar~O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to more relevant matters--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My recent school life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As editor to this year's majalah CH, I must say it really isn't an easy matter....Have to keep going to look for teachers and oso sort things out.....Haiz....So busy in school until always go home and sleep a lot...Make my mum wonder wat happen to me nia....Also, I am very very paiseh to say that I very behind on the recent teachings...Let me enlighten all of you by wat I mean by saying "BEHIND"=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already dunno drowned in wat chemical edi....Our dear sir teach with such god-speed that everything seems like a blur to me....And god-speed+not attentive during classes=empty chemistry info....And watching as Big Bro and Second Bro so attentive and always discussing Chemistry just make me feel more wanna go bang myself on the wall or dig a DEEP HOLE and bury myself and never come out again....And whenever I do find myself listening to him, it would be more like staring at him with big question marks atop of my head, and whenever he whip around with the cheery and easy-going lopsided smile and ask us: "....., bukan?" or "Do you understand?", I felt as if I could die of SHAME....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....My dear lovely sir, Mr. Ng, I really really like you to bits but I am so ashamed of not keeping up with your classes~~!!!*CRIES* I swear I AM going to bring my Chemistry back to the standard you are teaching~YOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Physics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have been thrown out of the circular motion as I dun have enough centripetal force.....Ever since starting Chapter 4(And we are now in Chapter 7 liao...), I seem to be caught in a daze whenever I am having Physics class....The main reason for my falling back is due to the 'holy-than-thou' Mr.Yam who insists on me going for elocution competition...And after all the hard training and rushing of script, and sitting in Mr.Yam's car for maybe 2 hours hearing him preaching while worried to death about my safety, and going to ulu-place called Bukit Jawa only to find out I am the ONLY competitor so that means I am the so called Champion...And now I have to proceed to state level again!!!Ugh...Curse you, Mr.Yam. Anyway, due to certain unforeseen circumstances and other things, I am now still lost, going round and round the roundabout while others have already taken a trip to the moon/sun to study gravitational force and then back again....=_="&lt;br /&gt;Haiz again, really, I should be stoned. Having such a handsome Physics teacher and I still can't pay attention....Someone, please kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Besides Chemistry, I still have to brush up on my PHYSICS....I AM a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt; student damn it~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mathematics T1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! That's my only thought whenever I see her. I must say, she sure doesn't disappoint our expectations by wearing the most unimaginable clothes ever. There was this once instance where she wore a very "beautiful" pure bright red with flashes of white dress/shirt/blouse? thing that had me blinking every three seconds I looked at her....Ugh...The horror....Anyway, I must say this is my most well kept up to date subject...Due to her recent outburst which led to her new interest in checking our homework, I have been diligently doing AND finshing her homework...Therefore, I guess flashy clothes and 'unique' personality sure helps me in my T1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mathematics T2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....My maths T2....Nothing more could be said. Although it's not as bad as Chemistry where I don't know even an inch of what's he is talking bout, I know Maths T2, with the help of tuition of course, but I must still groan when T2 is mentioned...Why? Cuz....I think I haven't done her homework for more like a century liao...And my homework is now the same height as Mount Everest I think...(Although my Physics homework seems to be on the same level too...) Anyway, another note-to-self: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;FINISH T2 HOMEWORK~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;MUET:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt; There is simply no other word to start describing my MUET classes. This is the class where I could sleep through without feeling even the remotest feeling of guilt. Of course, being the well disciplined person I am(AHEM...) I prefer to just stare blankly at Mr.Yam or just play the fool with Ms. Heng. Anyway, I am definitely not going to listen to his bulls***......Because with every single period, he just seem to manage to turn and twist the subject until he has the opportunity to start preaching....And when he isn't quoting from the Bible, he would discussing WEIRD things....Like that particular period where he shows great interest in sodomy and starts discussing about it...My gainings from that class: Sodomy comes from the 'sodom'. I could gape for quite long....Never before have I seen so many people taking the slightest interest in MUET class....&lt;br /&gt;So, as you could plainly see, there is really no other way to approach this matter except the word: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.....As Mr.Yam would quote, and I quote: May God save my MUET.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...There you have it, my recent 'progress'.....That and coupled with a few things that happen recently, I must say I am really drowned...Mentally and Physically...Therefore, I must say that this holiday will certainly bring me some good to catch a breath and start catching up~YOSH! Gambate~Fighting~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I hope I won't get murdered by Ms.Heng and Mr.Tan when they  see this blog....But if you were to find me stuffed and all bloodied in an alley somewhere.....You would know who to look for....O_O"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-7851312800781926944?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/7851312800781926944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=7851312800781926944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7851312800781926944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/7851312800781926944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-now-pitchar-eewww.html' title='I am now &quot;Pitchar EeWWW~!!&quot;'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-6066842431658651556</id><published>2008-08-02T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:08:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《许诺》～</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;最近疯狂的把裴勇俊和李智雅主演的《太王四神记》给看完了。。。这套剧真的超好看的，只不过结局不是我想要的完美好结局。。。&lt;/span&gt;T_T&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;虽然如此，但是我还是超爱这部剧，又加上它的音乐又是我最最爱的久石让所写的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;啊。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;那音乐实在太太太好听了～！！剧里有一首叫做《许诺》的歌，是一位叫&lt;/span&gt;Jun Seo &lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;的韩国歌手唱的。由于我超爱它的歌词，所以便把它放上来了～希望你们也喜欢～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;许诺：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;即使你無言以對&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我也毫不在意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;只要能注視著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;即使不能擁有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;甚至不能觸摸你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;悲傷冰冷滿怀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;但我依然會默默忍受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;不知道你會在哪裡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;也不知道你過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;好不好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;總是牽掛著你的每一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;每當月光灑滿的斷腸夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我思念著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;辗转&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;難眠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果有來生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;希望上天能成全&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我們今世有緣無份的愛情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;即使不在你身邊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我也會在你的背後&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;甘願做一個孤獨的影子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;即使想回頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;也不可以回頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;連幸福承諾都不能給你的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;求你千萬要遠離&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;一步&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;兩步也好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;求你先離我而去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我的雙手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;還有我的雙腳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;小心不要被他們糾纏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;如果有來生&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;希望上天能成全&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;我們今世有緣無份的愛情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;上天啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;請替我隱藏我的真愛吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;風兒啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;吹散我的傷痛吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;不要讓他發現我流淚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;求你了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;啊～久石让&lt;/span&gt;(Joe Hisaishi)&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;的歌真的超好听的～想听的跟我拿吧～真的超爱他～&lt;/span&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;P&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;．&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;：希望出《太王四神记&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;》，但要有好结局的。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-6066842431658651556?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/6066842431658651556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=6066842431658651556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/6066842431658651556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/6066842431658651556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='《许诺》～'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-301744096749466043</id><published>2008-07-10T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:04:12.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThiS WeeK~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is a brief description of me 'eventful week'....(Ranging from 6 July 2008 to 10 July 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my job as pengawas. Duty at 4 sc 2. Keep saying "Don't talk", "Shh!", "Be quite please." and "Please queue properly." until my mouth open and shut automatically. The effects of these words: Glares. Whispered scoldings. NOT whispered complaints. And more glares. After an arduous 20 so minutes, I went back to class and grumbled the whole first period. Similarly, Miao grumbled along with me. The rest of the day passed uneventfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The upside of this day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Found out that they are still normal people behaving like Sc 2 students. Realized got people of female gender which could act as if they are born like B****es. Realized the male population is getting more and more three-eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day as pengawas. Still duty at 4 sc 2. When the students were supposed to line up in pairs along the corridor outside the class I found that there were 2 girls leaning against the class window and wall. They were slumping. When I asked them to queue, I got an unexpected response from one of the mean-looking girls: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I just got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dumped."&lt;/span&gt;  After loud grumbles and  curses, I managed to make both of them to queue properly.  But the four girls,  which I would refer to 4B from now(I trust all of you know what B means), kept talking as if they haven't spoken before in their life. After repeated sayings of "Please don't talk." and "Be quite please.", I received an unexpected response. The girl which supposedly 'got dumped' muttered a not so silent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"If she asks me to stop talking and be quiet again I will hit her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I must say that the only thing refraining me from hitting her is my good-raising and will power. In that fleeting of a second, every single cell in my body seemed to tingle with inexpressible rage. After an agonizing 20 or so minutes, I went back to my class. This time, I didn't even bothered to start with grumbling, I shouted: "SHIT!! DAMN!! @#$%&amp;amp;*!!!! That B****!! No wonder she got dumped!!" And when Miao got back, she seemed as if she was in the same mood as me. After a period of her rambling, shouting and scolding, I found out that she was called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'dog'&lt;/span&gt; by a student. And thus, the whole class was forced to listen to me and Miao's violent outburst and fierce words. During a certain free period, I suddenly thought up an idea and I told Miao about it. "Hey, I think that if we go fight with them we will win nuh!" And so, we began to form plans of forming a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"PENGAWAS PEK YAO GROUP". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say, it's just meaningless thinking. And also, we passed the rest of the day gloomily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The upside of this day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have regained my sudden violent urge to hit someone. It has been lost since I entered Form 1, which was nearly 5 years from now. I found that I could muster the anger to hit someone which is of the same gender as mine. I found out I could say so many curses fluently. I found out that the only people acting like fools in that class is the 4B and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wish of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hope that gal...Oops...Sorry....Not gal, but a person of unknown gender(as IT is too violent to be a gal yet it wears skirt)...Ahem, I hope that IT never finds a BF or GF or anyone for that matter. Because only one poor EX-BF needs to suffer that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day as pengawas. Suffered as much as first and second day. The 4B still acts as if they have no brains...Which really make me wonder if they are Sc 2 students? And the boys are still as animal-like as always. After glancing around, I began to wonder if I had been so unfortunate to get the school's loudest, noisiest, most insufferable class as my first class....But it was better as Ah Sir and Mdm Liew got pass by and miraculously, those seemingly no-brain students possessed the mental capacity to know that they have to act silent and good in the teacher's presence. Ah Sir said to me: "Hsieh Yie, don't let them be!! Scold them. Scold them hard! And if you have to, KICK them!!" Seriously, I am finding that a fascinating and appealing idea...Especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'kick' &lt;/span&gt;part...As it is my block's turn to duty that recess, I find myself exiting class earlier to have some food. Unfortunately, my actions were not fast enough as I was forced to throw away a good half of my nasi lemak since I have to start duty already...Ugh...My poor nasi lemak...After recess, I found myself thinking that I have such sinful hands from touching every girl's pocket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The upside of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FINALLY, I am adapting. I found that many girls have empty pockets/only have tissue/only have cash/only have shilings in their pockets. Received a kind word from cute fellow pengawas~Met my second wife as she came to school~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wish of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hope that tomorrow's morning pengumuman will be short~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day as pengawas. 4B are still that noisy but at least I can cope with it a bit. But GOD, are they irritating....Alas, my wish for SHORT pengumuman fell on deaf ears.....While I was silently mumbling 'Let it end...let it end...' in my heart, the teacher said that he will invite two students who won the state deklamasi BM thing to 'perform'...And my heart instantly sank. I know that they would not be so good as to stand there and listen. But this also confirms that I am really so 'FORTUNATE' to get the noisiest class of the whole school....When I am trudging back to class, Mdm Lew came and ask me how I was doing. I replied: "Ok....But they are really noisy!!!!". And we both laughed and joked about how I was like that before too...But honestly...I am not even up to the 4B's standard when I am Form 5....But it cheered me up~At night, I went to meet with me second wife. Miao, mashian and yoon keong also go. When I mentioned that my class is '4 sc 2', Yoon Keong immediately expressed a big "OH." And that cemented my belief that it is indeed the most difficult class to handle in the whole school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The upside of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unlike Miao, I don't have students asking me whether the girl who deklamasi sajak is beautiful or not as 4sc 2 has an excellent view of the balcony. I found out that they are indeed 4 sc 2 students as they are worrying about their English test and are frenziedly discussing literature. I am surprised that a person could move around that much and not fall down, but unlike Miao, I did not call her a cacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wish of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Let tomorrow come earlier and I could be rid of this class~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day as pengawas. A very significant day as it is the last day I will guard that class. I was so happy that I even walked to the class happy and with a small spring in my steps. After the same routine of 20 minutes, I find myself in class exclaiming: "YES!!! I will not be guarding 4 sc 2 already~!!!" The whole day proceeded smoothly. I found that Miao was as thrilled as me. But now, we have to start worrying about next week's duty schedule....We are both praying we would not be as unfortunate as to get each others class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The upside of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I was so happy that I am very attentive in Physics class and gained loads of knowledge. I am rid of 4 sc 2~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wish of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hope that I will get a good duty or a good class next week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Small snippets of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As new pengawas, we have a list of the old pengawas names that we have to ask them to sign before two weeks are over. And these few days we have been running around asking and begging for signatures. I must say some are very very good and helped us by signing. Some are a bit mischeivous and want us to do tasks. But others are just plain hateful and 'nge' as they just refused to sign. But it is pleasant to find out that there are more nice pengawas~YOSH! Hope that I will get all the signatures and won't have to do embarassing thing in meeting~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Benefits of this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my famed patience had been upgraded to god-like status as I could tolerate this class. I am more responsible and so is Miao. I managed to meet a lot of new people and am very happy for it~&gt;_&lt; _=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-301744096749466043?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/301744096749466043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=301744096749466043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/301744096749466043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/301744096749466043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week.html' title='ThiS WeeK~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-5433150166252274182</id><published>2008-07-05T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:09:15.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara~My 'single' life......</title><content type='html'>"WHAT THE F***?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first response when I heard the words coming out from fellow classmate, ChunHui's mouth. His words:"...yiwen and you also become prefect..." kept passing through my mind like an endless mantra. I turned and looked at Miao a.k.a Yiwen a.k.a Mrs Tan beside me. On her face was the same shocked and disbelieved look which I assumed my face would be wearing at that same moment. For a mere second, we were silent. And then..."Hahahahahaha...No way that would be true lar~!!" "Yalor, you must have seen wrong lar...!!" With this response, we regained the fleeting moment of shining and sparkling hope in our eyes. Alas, that hope was brutally diminished when we were called for a briefing with the teachers in the prefect room. And again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLY SHIT! We really become pengawas?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say me and Miao were confused and disoriented is the major understatement of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went into the prefect room and got the briefing from the teachers. When I came out, Mr. Wong's words were forever stuck in my head:"...You must now behave like a pengawas, look like a pengawas, speak like a pengawas, walk like a pengawas...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the words finally sink into my mind, my first thought was : I AM DOOMED. And i could pretty much see that Miao had the same words along mine in her mind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, me and yiwen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely do anything the 'pengawas' way.&lt;br /&gt;1. We eat in class. (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;2. We play in class. (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;3. We talk in class. (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;4. We behave like three year-olds. (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;5. We play in the lab. (A LOT)&lt;br /&gt;6. We study?--NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: We are definitely NOT good students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, have you ever seen two GOOD students throwing rubbers and ruler(for my part) at each other across the lab table? Also, have you ever seen GOOD students talk 'dirty' and play 'dirty'?(Exclusive for Ms Heng) In addition, have you ever seen GOOD students who simply don't do their homeworks and prefer to rushing or copying it in the mornings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to all those questions: ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I find myself repeatingly saying to Miao since we started Form 6: "Hey. I think both of us really might change what people think about Sc1 students..." And by saying that, I really mean: Hey, Miao ar, I think we both single handedly destroy whatever reputation and image of Sc1 that other people might have. And she couldn't have agreed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...And I quote: "Hasta la vista, my beautiful single life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting married. But hell, being a pengawas is damn close to it already. My freedom to speak and eat is gone...GONE!! All those small moments of me and Miao sneaking pieces of food into our mouths from her beautiful and amazing and soon-to-be-useless compressible red tupperware would be gone forever. And so would the moments when we play the fool....(Which I really don't think I should describe in detail...It's too 'explicit' &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Miao said in her blog: GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agree with her whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of this all still seems so surreal to me. And tomorrow I have to start my duty as pengawas already. And the horror of the uncertainties is making me squirm in my seat even as I am writing this. The fear and humiliation that may come scares me to death. And if that doesn't happen, I figure that I might starve to death sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before any of it happens and before I go mad, it's better to take the initiative right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, someone, ANYONE, please stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: One might visit Miao's blog and see her point of view on this matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-5433150166252274182?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/5433150166252274182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=5433150166252274182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5433150166252274182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/5433150166252274182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/07/sayonaramy-single-life.html' title='Sayonara~My &apos;single&apos; life......'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-2222906862294254076</id><published>2008-06-17T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:12:17.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"PITCHAR" YOUR HEAD~!!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read our dear Miss HengYiWen a.k.a Mrs Tan a.k.a Ah Miao's blog, then there is a very high possibility that you won't understand what I am about to say. So, if you are interested, you may go to http://sebastian-crabby220.blogspot.com to go and read her post on "PITCHAR!" first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I am saying...It all happened last Thursday. It was Chemistry and our dear teacher was explaining about mass spectrometer when suddenly Miao poked me and ask: "How the gas become ionised har?" So I explained to her, trying to use the most simplest words she could understand. When I said: "....And the gas now bombarded by electrons and will go 'PITCHAR!!' and become positively charged lor..." The word 'PITCHAR!!' was said while my hands are doing violent gestures of things splitting up...And guess what?! The moment I finished that word, I saw Miao laughing so violently I thought her chair was going to break...(Mind you,it's a plastic chair...) When I asked what was so funny, she said the word 'PITCHAR' was so un-scientific and so un-adult...And then, she go and sebar the information and even write in her blog bout this thing!!! Now everybody knows me as 'PITCHAR'...My name has officially changed from Lee Hsieh Yie to Pit-Char!!! And everybody keeps calling me it too...Damn if I wasn't so good nature I will go and *#@$% Miao edi....&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead~As I such a good person mar...And Miao know karate-do mar...And I scare her hubby~a.k.a Mr.Tan will come KO me...I decide to take revenge on a low level...Dear Miao ar~You keep asking me write blog on you ar...You know onot, Thursday I edi want post liao de...But after reading your blog I decide to TORTURE you more by waiting for maybe another MONTH until I post~WAKAKAKAKA~Also....I think I will tone up a bit of 'bom-ing' you and ur hubby...Still got a few people in class don't know mar...Right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...Evil is good....Evil PITCHAR is even better...Hehehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-2222906862294254076?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/2222906862294254076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=2222906862294254076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2222906862294254076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2222906862294254076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/06/pitchar-your-head.html' title='&quot;PITCHAR&quot; YOUR HEAD~!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-497486717462246277</id><published>2008-06-05T08:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:34:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoaDs Of ThanKs~To YoU~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had been feeling a bit down lately due to a few things that had happened and while I tried to conceal it, the emotions are bottled up to the brink as I tried to forget it all. But I guess the last straw came with that very bad day I had...And it all sort of spilled...Before I knew it I was releasing all my bottled up emotions in tears....I was down, sad and depressed. I really hate myself when I am like this...So uncertain and without courage...But hey, I am just human right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyway, I am really grateful for my parents...They thought it was because of failing to get the scholarship that I was deeply upset...Although that was one of the reasons...But it wasn't the ultimate reason...It was just a trigger to push me over the edge....But even though they didn't know the whole story, they could sense that I was very upset. And guess what...My mother hugged me and not long afterwards, my dad opened the door and asked if I was alright and proceeded to cheer me up and encourage me...It really made things feel a lot better....Like I said...I could really feel their love to me and I really was very grateful...But I was also thoroughly embarrassed too...Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And to you, that person which I so terribly disturbed in the middle of the night...Thank you...Really thank you..I was just so upset that I guess I couldn't think rationally...And the first person that came into my mind was you...You listened me out and helped me out....I am embarrassed to be saying this but the sound of your voice really helps me to loosen up and then let everything out...It really made me feel better...Looking back...I found that this wasn't the first time I called you in such an unceremonious fashion (In sobs and tears), and every time you helped me feel better...You are really such an amazing friend in this way...So, thank you...Really thank you very much....And about the thing you ask me bout that person....I really want to try...I will take your advice and will try  work things out between me and him de~Cuz sometimes I do miss him too...Haha~Anyway, I am back and up again thanks to your support~Also, I don't know if I can look you in the eye the next time I see you...Ugh, you have already seen every weak part of me....And that is really embarrassing....&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what must be said will be said...And don't say that I am mushy or rou4 ma2 nuh~Thank you. Really thank you my dear 'wife'....I really really miss and love you to bits and pieces....Really de. And to my parents...Even though you will never read this...Which I intend to make sure of...A big THANK YOU to both of you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~From an embarrassed, grateful and feeling like want to write mushy things like 'Love you' and 'Miss you' de "husband " and daughter~&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/6195511433968401754-497486717462246277?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/497486717462246277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=497486717462246277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/497486717462246277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/497486717462246277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/06/loads-of-thanksto-you.html' title='LoaDs Of ThanKs~To YoU~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-8500614036390981848</id><published>2008-06-04T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:45:56.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~LOVE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here I am, in front of my computer, staring at the monitor as I tried to type the second part of 'My Family'. But I haven't even got to the fourth line when I gave a frustrated growl and deleted everything. I just don't have the inspiration to write it now I think....So for my dear cat and housekeeper~Please be more patient as I figure out what to write...One of you did threatened to harm me if I din write good things about you.....And by 'you' I mean that silly gal who sit beside me during maths tuition and whose water bottle suddenly got a lot of ants during last Saturday~Yup, I mean YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I decided to write about something else instead~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love. How much can you derive from this word? How many emotions, how many thoughts, how many actions that are caused by this simple word--Love. I bet not one person could answer  me what love really is. Don't get me wrong now....The love I am speaking of is a universal kind. Family is a type of love. Friendship is a type of love. Romantic love is a type of love. There are many different types of love...More than one could imagine and it could be in different conditions and sight when you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;People do silly things for the sake of Love. They cry, they laugh, they get hurt over and over, they forgive, they forget, they sacrifice, they become selfish, they become a better person, they release their inner demons, they learn, they feel jealousy, they hate, they become silly, they become irrational.....A lot of things, that people would do for love. One couldn't possibly define Love, and I would not be as naive as that to try and figure it out. Love may be good but it can turn ugly too. It may be sweet but bitter too. It may heal but it may hurt. It may save but it may kill. It may help but it may destroy. It is like ying and yang at the same time. It is something neutral in this world that we all share. I think we are really all binded by it invisibly as we live on. As it really is everywhere. We can't see it, but we can feel it. Every time something makes me lose faith and hope, when I am sad and depressed, when I feel hateful and angry, it appears and reminds me of everything else that is worth smiling for, worth cheering up for, worth laughing for, and most ultimately, it is something that is worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are thinking how ridiculous I am sounding, I must say that I really feel so. Even for those who say that they don't need love, that they can live perfectly content with just themselves and then proceed to treat every single person like crap, is also in a form of love---They just contain all their love to themselves. It may be called selfish in a way but it is ultimately a form of twisted love. Yes, love can become distorted. It in itself is something that is pure and untainted, but the human heart which feels it and channels it can manipulate it to become something better or something bad. It depends. Family, Friends, Lovers.....All these kinds of love can become different and change with the passing of time. Sometimes it stays, but other times it slips away without you noticing, and sometimes no matter how hard you try grasping on to it, it will fall from your grasp and then you will find yourself falling hard. During these times, it is better to just let go and take a chance. It will just be more painful if you cling on to it desperately. When you know it's time to let go, just let go. But for other times, love reluctantly fades, it isn't disappearing, just fading, bit by bit....Before it is gone, one must first try to make things better, try to fix things up. During these times, take a chance to make a move, rather than stay silent. All of these apply to every kind of love, be it towards family, friends of lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For me, I must take a chance to say these things to some of my very close friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To you, whose love is unrequited, if you must, hang-on and you may try waiting, but try to look around once in a while, you might find something that surprises you, or someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To you, whose love is disappointed, move on, there is definitely someone for you. If the previous one wasn't 'The One', it's okay, with your qualifications there are definitely hundreds of people lining up to get a chance of being 'The One' of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To you, whose love is blossoming, good luck, and cherish every single moment you have together, as it will all be the sweetest memories in your heart~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To you, who hasn't make a move, take a leap of faith for gods sake!! Are you going to stay in that corner in your shadows hoping one day he or she will notice you when you are not even in the light for him or her to see?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To you, whose faith in love is lost, never give up, take a breather if you must but never immediately decline the opportunity to let Love near you~Rid yourself of those insecurities and have faith in yourself for once, and have faith in others to love you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To both of you, whose love towards the other is mutual, get together already instead of asking me for tips~!!!&gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S:I am going to revert back to my old cheery and carefree self once I finish posting this. I will deny to the end that I ever say I love you guys~I will say that this was just written in a spur of temporary madness and that I was on high fever by being bitten by the Love Bug...Normally I won't write so emo and mushy de things one....But for now, while I am half-mad and blur, I must say this again~Friendship Forever~I will forever love you all de~!!!No matter what happen~My motto is: Once a friend, Forever a friend, Even when you have become enemies!! O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-8500614036390981848?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/8500614036390981848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=8500614036390981848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8500614036390981848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/8500614036390981848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='~LOVE~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-1842830847330451896</id><published>2008-06-01T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:37:15.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***HAPPY FAMILY***(Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For this post,I am going to introduce my 'family'~BUT!!!I must warn you first if you want to continue reading this post...Because the aftershock of this post might leave you temporarily paralyze,your logical mind may shut down and you might be facing a huge confusion dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem,let's get started then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very unique 'family'~"Unique" in other words mean that I am a person who has two wives,two daughter,one son,one pet,two affairs and one housekeeper. And there are other related relations which I will gradually introduce and explain. Now, to start, I will begin introducing my 'wives'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;~MY FIRST WIFE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had already been in the same class as her when I was in Form 2...But for some unknown paranormal reason, I failed to register her presence...I think I didn't even speak to her even once in Form 2...Now that's weird...Fortunately, fate brought us together back~We entered the same class in Form 4 and even sat beside each other. That's the beginning of our weird relationship~At first I was a bit wary of her but I must say we hit it off pretty fast...We manage to become close friends by the end of the year and I must say there have been signs of a bubbling 'family' feeling that she gave me whenever we are together.('Family' feeling meaning she gave me a warm and very gentle feeling that soothes you...=_=") Anyway, we managed to become 'married' and officially became 'parents' by the end of the year~Haha...She is a very cute and nice person. As a prefect, she is very responsible and also hates to see wrong doing. She is a worry-wart, she worries a lot....and also thinks too much, in my opinion, in some matters~Her ultimate flaw is this--She always takes the blame on herself when something goes wrong. I must say she is really the ultimate 'Super-Wife' that seems to be able to do a lot of things...She is very very good in Maths subjects and whenever I am stuck with a problem she will help me out~We sat together during Form 5 also and I really think this brought us a lot closer...Although there have been times when we almost got a 'divorce', we managed to last out and remained best friends~The only thing that I don't like her doing to me is by keeping some things from me~As I said, she worries too much and I must honestly say that is not very good for one's health...For the past two years I have been constantly trying to hook her up with a guy and I am glad that things finally turned out the way it should be~Really, even someone who is blind could taste the feelings they have for each other...=_="...Anyway, they are officially together and thus, my greatest rival is born....For my dear wife, if you have any chance stumbled upon my blog and read this, I must confess I am the one who had been helping 'my rival' by giving useful tips and advice on you so that your relationship can work out...Please don't sentence me to the couch~@_@ Haha...Anyway, she is currently studying accounting in KL and I must say I miss her to bits...I really do...So for my darling you, please come back soon so I can redeem my Mcdonald meal from you~Miss you lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~MY 'SMALL' WIFE~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If my first wife was a super-wife that could assist her husband in everything, then my second wife is the "Dream-Wife"--The wife that every man would die to have:Gentle, Loving, Sweet, Funny, Sometimes a bit devilish, Obedient and all those properties that man deems a woman should have...But don't be fooled by her weak and fragile appearance! She could be extremely stubborn if she wants too and extremely fierce too...I have actually known her for quite some time already as we are both Choir members...Anyway, she became the president of the club during Form 4 and whenever she wants to scold the members, she doesn't just scold them in fierce tones, she uses the disappointed tone which is laced by cold fury and the words she uses just makes you want to dig a hole to hide yourself in shame and embarrassment...Yup, that's my scary small wife when she switches to Dark-Mode....Haha....She is also a prefect and good friends with my first wife...The two of them actually look a bit alike by the way...She is the perfect example of friendliness and harmony and peace....I think it must have something to do with how she looks and the way she smiles as she has this weird ability to pull people towards her. Hell, strangers come and talk to her for no reason at all!! But sometimes she pushes herself too hard...She has too strong a sense of duty and she also falls sick easily...You might say her body is a tad weak....We became closer during our Form 5 years I think....And she is the small wife as she only became my 'wife' during Form 5~She is going to KL to study too~Her ambition is to open a nursery or become a teacher....I am kind of hoping she would get the teacher post as she has already declared to us, her friends, that she will give nearly 100% discount for us if we were to put our children in her nursery in the future, and this will surely not make any profit to the nursery and will eventually lead to doom...So, to my darling wife: Gambate!!I hope you will get the teacher post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~MY DAUGHTERS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to introduce my daughters. The two of them are very good friends. And they both are extremely hardworking. They always are the two that finishes their homework on time and yet  manages to do everything beautifully....You might say this is the ultimate reason why every teacher likes them both a lot~They are best friends but sometimes they get into arguments and as both are sometimes stubborn in their own ways, they decide to go into a 'Cold War' phase. This is where me and Huey Shenn come in, we run back and forth trying to make things right again...But sadly, we usually hold little influence...They normally just get back on good terms by themselves...My older daughter is more easy going and even though she seems to be the calm, reserve and quiet type, she could turn into quite a devil when she wants to...Just don't try to incur her wrath...My younger daughter is typically how the smallest daughter should behave. She could sometimes be a tad bit annoying and demanding but she is actually a very sweet person~Unlike her sister, she shows her emotion vividly. Trust me, you will know when you have made her angry, she enters into a ranting period where she just scolds you into pieces...Haha...But both of them are really treasures~And I am awfully glad to be their 'father'~&gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;~MY SON~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hm...What should I say about him..? Or more importantly, where should I start? He was just recently upgraded to the status of my son...He was originally our family's bodyguard if I recall correctly~I only started getting more close to him during Form 5 and became good friends with him then~He is like the ultimate chatterbox of our class. You rarely see him at his own place. He would be around somewhere, chatting away and listening to other people's problems. I think he has the innate ability to mix well with people quickly and get them to talk to him~Which I really admire him for~Although he looks really carefree and seems to be the happy-go-lucky type, he is really quite sensitive and also tends to think too much and worry to much~(It seems as if the people around me are all worry-warts~&gt;_&lt;) But he is really a very nice person~Sometimes people just get the misconception of him and he is also very very stubborn when he wants to...And that makes it difficult to get an idea or thought out of him...I have a very vivid memory of him that is of an incident during Form 5 where he talks and daunts me into making a whole bottle of stars to give to someone in 5 sc 2...That was totally embarrassing as the other person is a male and I was already totally embarrassed but there he was making fun of me as if the whole world needed to know what I was about to do...Ugh...I swear that day took out almost all of my brain cells...He is a very very cheeky and playful person~We always suan each other...It has somehow become a weird hobby of ours~Also, he plays badminton very very well...I am surprised why he didn't enter the school team...Last time we played, he played with seong yong in a single match and he totally annihilated him...Which was a bit sad...His specialty is that he is very good in 'smashing'...In the total 21 hits, there must have been 15 that were smashes...He is now also in KL studying account and he calls me sometimes and we would talk for about an hour with his HAPPY line...But towards him I must say that I am really sorry for not taking his calls recently or sometimes didn't reply his sms but I really really still care for him a lot as a friend and I wish that he would be happy and healthy always~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it...Part one of my 'family'...I hope you aren't too bored by reading.....My writing skills may be a bit bad....And I apologize for that....I will be introducing more of my 'family members' in the next post~And for those who are a bit confused....I must declare that I am a girl...A GIRL....But who's to say I can't be a husband right??&gt;_&lt; &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/6195511433968401754-1842830847330451896?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/1842830847330451896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=1842830847330451896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1842830847330451896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/1842830847330451896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-familypart-one.html' title='***HAPPY FAMILY***(Part One)'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-9097976332458151988</id><published>2008-05-23T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:58:32.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Of WriTinG AnD WorDs~</title><content type='html'>I know this isn't the update that I have promised to write as my next post but I feel it necessary for me to convey my thoughts now.I have read quite a few blogs that belong to people I do not know and also blogs of my friends.And before I started my own blog,I have most certainly heard about other people's blogs from my friends.I feel it a very interesting and also wonderful thing to able to say and express one's thoughts and feelings through writing.And yet,I am also to the strong opinion that even if it is a person's blog and he or she has the full right to write whatever they want on it,it is utterly inappropriate to use one's blog to undermine,make fun of or disgrace another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,maybe you will disagree with me saying:"Hey,it's my blog,and my right to voice my feelings!"But I must remain firm on this statement.With language,one might find that sometimes it is by the accidental slip of tongue or mind that they say something bad or rude about another or maybe even get into an argument with a friend that ends with searing insults and curses.But by saying something rude,after you have said it,and you regret it,it will be just what it is:Something said in the moment of temporary madness which was blown away by the wind.And even if you do not regret it,it is also likely for the person you channeled your hatred and anger to have forgotten about it and also maybe have decided to ignore it.It is not something permanent.It is not something recorded.It is not something you use your mind to think and plan through.Even if you remember it to the ends of your life that someone has scolded you something you never want to ever hear to be used to describe you,in the end it means nothing and is unimportant.It doesn't matter how mad you are and how you hated the person and that you just want to tell every living soul what had happened and what had been said as everything you said and everything the other said will be just what it is:Sounds and Human voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in words,in writing,it's an entirely different matter.To write something hateful and rude to scold another person or show just how angry you are,you have to think what you want to write.You have to choose a variety of words that show just how much you hated or how angry you were at a person.You have to write with a vengeful passion.You have to channel all your hatred into what you are writing to show just how intense the hatred or anger you were feeling.You have to write to undermine and destroy the person utterly in other's eyes.You have to show you are right and that the other was entirely at fault.In short,one who writes vengeful things of another doesn't just act on the rash impulse of anger as they thought they do.Because writing is in itself a thoughtful process and one has to really dig deep inside his or her heart to find that dark,evil and ugly blob of hatred and anger to fuel their minds and body to write.It is actually really sad,and the worst thing is that what is written and shown could not be undone.It was set.Permanent.It will not be gone with the wind,it will still exist even if one has deleted it or destroyed it as words carry more impact than language.It will still exist as it has been in black and white even if one regrets it.And I can certainly assure you,sometimes what is written can cause a thousand times more pain than what is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think,all should understand that words have a meaning of their own.And stringing together a selection of words by writing is just like creating a song.In a song,each note and syllable is distinct from one another and each capable of producing different sounds which all could touch a person's heart.So,by seeing how one strings together different words,it is possible for one to become the creator of a song that is entirely beautiful and melodious which could touch people or the creator of a destructive and distorted song that isn't even like a song,just a strange and distant sound resonating from the depths of the pit which contains everything evil of humanity.And I am pretty sure the latter,when listened to,will cause chaos and wreak havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,for those who are reading this and have put up with my rambling through this lengthy passage,please,please think twice if you ever have the impulse to write something bad about a person who you are angry with as the words you have written is definitely a double edge sword that will hurt you in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-9097976332458151988?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/9097976332458151988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=9097976332458151988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/9097976332458151988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/9097976332458151988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-writing-and-words.html' title='~Of WriTinG AnD WorDs~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-2326502769087196518</id><published>2008-05-10T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:12:27.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I WILL BE BACK."</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to update my blog recently and for those who are courteous and nice enough to check my blog once in a while to see if I have updated,I have only a big "THANK YOU" to tell you all~And now for my ultimate reason for not updating my blog:I went back to my hometown these few days and then to Kampar, Ipoh to check out UTAR's dormitories. Before some of you that are reading this, which are my darling friends, start yelling at the computer monitor with shrieks and shouts of:"TRAITOR!!" or "I THOUGHT YOU SAID FORM 6 DE?!", I must clarify that I was accompanying my brother to look at the dormitories as HE will be studying at UTAR soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,before some start imagining my hometown, SP , as a rural place which is surrounded by forests and where the people live in bush houses and are deprived of electricity and internet connectivity, I must clarify also that my hometown is every inch of how a city should be. It's just that my house here doesn't have a computer as I seldom come back and therefore the lack of internet~But ah~Things are ever changing. That's why now I can leisurely on9 and am now typing a post for my blog although I am in SP. Thank you, the inventors of laptop and USB modem~*EYES TWINKLING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Anyway,I just want to apologise for the lack of entertainment and updating in my blog. Fret and fear not!I swear by my noble fingers that I will strive to type better and more exciting things in my next post!! Psst....For the next post I am revealing my cruel side by criticising some movies~&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, in true Terminator-Mode-Arnold Schwarzenegger-Style, I am going to pen off with a cool and chilling: "I WILL BE BACK."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-2326502769087196518?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/2326502769087196518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=2326502769087196518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2326502769087196518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2326502769087196518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-be-back.html' title='&quot;I WILL BE BACK.&quot;'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-697765929599126557</id><published>2008-04-29T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:15:00.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ReSoLuTiOnS~</title><content type='html'>A brand new year.It means new hopes,new dreams and a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not so sure about other people,I do like to make promises.Promises to myself like "I will finish all my homework on time this year." or "I will be hardworking and study everyday."Ahh~What a wonderful me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,I failed to complete my resolutions each and every year....It seems as though my mind llack the capacity of remembering my resolutions and I tend to forget about them after a few months.Although  I am occasionally reminded of some of my more important promises when my lovely english teacher whips out her book and starts to call out the names of those who haven't pass up newspaper cuttings or book 4....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her sound still vibrates around my ears:"Hsieh Yie.Where is your newspaper cutting?It seems you only passed up till 50 and we are now on 70."OH!The sheer embarassment of it...(Although a lot of people fail to escape her wrath too....&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am terrible sorry towards my english teacher.She is an awfully good and dedicated teacher and I really respect her...But somehow my natural instinct of laziness took over me...*SIGHS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore!I am resolute to complete my promises this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Finish the 4 darn stories I started writing from Form 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;2)Strive to be hardworking in every way.&lt;br /&gt;3)Be more sensible and mature.&lt;br /&gt;4)Don't make my mum angry at me.Must help out in chores in every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;5)Be the best me I can be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I guess that's all I could think of for now...If there are more I will just add them in my To-Keep-List....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...Who wants to bet how long I keep my promises? &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-697765929599126557?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/697765929599126557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=697765929599126557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/697765929599126557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/697765929599126557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/04/resolutions.html' title='~ReSoLuTiOnS~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-6060477492709555745</id><published>2008-04-25T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:22:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>电视迷。。。</title><content type='html'>我超爱看电视。由于最近在家里闲着没事做，所以几乎每天都看上三个小时的电视。不过呢，有时看电视是一种很吃脑力的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;举个例子吧。昨天我原本打算10点看CSI的，但是去看INFO时，我猛然发觉在同样时间STARWORLD要播GHOST WHISPERER。这让我很困扰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要看哪个才好呢？？这可是个天大的问题呢。。想必一个爱看CSI和GHOST WHISPERER的天才也给不出个答案吧。。。眼看10点就快到了，心里莫名的慌张，天啊，该怎么办好呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;困扰了接近五分钟的我，突然灵机一动，想出了PROS AND CONS 这个计划。所以，就进行了一个简单的测验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;测验结果：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST WHISPERER:&lt;br /&gt;PROS: 很刺激，由于故事是每集连接的，便能顺利的跟着故事的发展。而且又能看看主角如何解决那些来向他寻求帮助的幽灵。&lt;br /&gt;CONS: 有点恐怖。里头的幽灵有时太恐怖了。对心脏不好。&lt;br /&gt;ADDITIONAL OBSERVATIONS: 如果今天没看，必须等到星期六才能看重播的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI:&lt;br /&gt;PROS: 看到了这集的广告，似乎跟平时的故事不太一样。很值得一看。&lt;br /&gt;CONS: 故事并没那么刺激。&lt;br /&gt;ADDITIONAL OBSERVATION：星期四就有重播了，而且还重播几次呢！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;测验结论：GHOST WHISPERER 比较值得一看，因为我等不到星期六看重播的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看！！是不是很浪费脑力呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎，一个电视迷最大的愿望莫过于希望自己能够平平安安的看完一天自己想看的节目。。而不要遇上这种困扰的问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电视之神啊，请保佑我天天都能看电视吧，我打从心底感谢那发明电视的伟大之人。请给我力量天天看电视，谢谢您了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好吧，我要去看电视了。&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-6060477492709555745?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/6060477492709555745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=6060477492709555745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/6060477492709555745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/6060477492709555745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_24.html' title='电视迷。。。'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-2304038762579682224</id><published>2008-04-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T05:42:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LeT's GeT LouD~!!!</title><content type='html'>I need earplugs.This is what I keep telling myself whenever there are football or badminton matches.Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I have not one,but two extremely expressive people in my house.The first is my dad while the other is my brother.The two of them are able to relay and express their feelings adequately and thoroughly through a certain selection of words and expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you a small clip of conversation between them and the television during a particular badminton match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Start of clip)&lt;br /&gt;DAD:Argh---!!!How can you miss it?!Come on Chong Wei!!It is 17 to 16 already.Come ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD and BRO:NO-----!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAD:NO!!!Another point!Come on,come on Chong Wei!!Don't let that guy beat you!!!&lt;br /&gt;BRO:*SIGHS*Chong Wei....Why like this de...???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:So,what's the score?What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;DAD and BRO:*Grunts,Sighs,Mutter something inaudible under their breath...*&lt;br /&gt;ME:O-Kay...I guess it's not that good but do you both have to look like the world is coming to an end??&lt;br /&gt;DAD:Chong Wei....What is wrong with you today...Two points already!!&lt;br /&gt;BRO:*SIGHS....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD and BRO:YEESSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wince.&lt;br /&gt;DAD:That's how you do it!Come ON,Chong Wei!!!Keep it up...Smack!YES!YES!&lt;br /&gt;BRO:*Mutters*Come on,come on...Game point already....&lt;br /&gt;(End of clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think THAT was dramatic,I am telling you,you AIN'T seen nothing yet.Football season is sometimes more worse with the occasional sudden outburst of "GOAL!!!YES!!!" or "NO,NO,NO!!!That was a FOUL damn it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really,I NEED earplugs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean I do not show the same ammount of enthusiasm towards sports.I am just not that expressive.I do participate in their emotional showcases during badminton matches too.I am just more subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ah.= Oh,a small mistake.&lt;br /&gt;2.AHHHHH!!!= BIG mistake.How can you miss THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;3.AhHAHAHAHAHA!!= YES~!That's it!Give it to him!!Yes!&lt;br /&gt;4.Ughhhhh.......= S***,the other team gamepoint already...I can barely watch...&lt;br /&gt;5.NO!!!= NONONONONO~!!!WE LOST!! (This expression is extremely rare..It's too much of an outburst..)&lt;br /&gt;6.Yahoo~! OR YES!!= We won,we won,we won...WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,at least I am not as colourful as my brother and dad in their selection of words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....But maybe I am as loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn....It's  my mum who needs earplugs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-2304038762579682224?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/2304038762579682224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=2304038762579682224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2304038762579682224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/2304038762579682224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-get-loud.html' title='LeT&apos;s GeT LouD~!!!'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-4824953245325450428</id><published>2008-04-23T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:43:34.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱猫者~</title><content type='html'>我是个百分百的爱猫者。不过这并不代表我不爱狗。只是比较起来时，我对猫的喜爱胜出我对狗的喜爱上三倍。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，如此深爱着猫的我，为何现在正听着我家的猫那有点凄凉又超级可爱的叫声呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原因只有三个：&lt;br /&gt;（一）家里生小猫了，以免发生意外，所以把小猫收在笼子里。&lt;br /&gt;（二）小猫是很容易饥饿又渴望母爱的生物，所以，每天的某些时候，我会把大猫放进笼子里。&lt;br /&gt;（三）我家的猫不爱被关，好像有claustrophobia一样，一被关就很不安分（虽然平时也乖不到哪里去。。。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（一)+（二)+(三）= 一只很乱的大猫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;了解了吧？所以呢，我并没有虐待动物喔~只是尽了主人的责任而已。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了，我要去拯救我那开始抓纸皮又撞笼门的大笨猫了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喵~！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-4824953245325450428?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/4824953245325450428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=4824953245325450428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4824953245325450428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4824953245325450428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='爱猫者~'/><author><name>JaN~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168319538614364942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DQLFL90K_nE/SA5fB8_JoII/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0qEhX_MeQU/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195511433968401754.post-4484274843869031745</id><published>2008-04-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:51:11.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaUghT iN tHeiR deAthLy(?) GlaRe....</title><content type='html'>I like children actually.Unlike some people who find them loud,annoying and messy,I find them cute,adorable and lovable.And I like interacting with them too~They sometimes spout the most interesting comment that may send you into fits of laughter or make you want to strangle yourself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my car to come fetch me from the mall with my friend and there was this cute little girl there playing with her balloon.Apparently,she had snapped the head of the stick and the balloon was bouncing around merrily.As what a normal person would do,I bent down and picked up the balloon and handed it into her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her and push the balloon a bit into her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just stared at me.And stared.And stared.And stared.And stared some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bewildered.My friend was confused.Her mother was perplexed.And she continued to stare some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother poked her in the arm and cajoled her to take the balloon.Which she did and I let out a small sigh of relief.The problem is,although her hands moved,her big,brown eyes seemed to find my face thoroughly fascinating and continued to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-kay...That's it.I looked to my friend wondering if I have something on my face.She just stood there laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until her mother gently pulled her away that she tore her gaze away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I was very amused and we laughed about it albeit being a bit shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,yeah,I do like children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But save me from their unnerving glares,unbelievable strength and innate capability to make you squirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195511433968401754-4484274843869031745?l=janlee110.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/feeds/4484274843869031745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6195511433968401754&amp;postID=4484274843869031745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4484274843869031745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195511433968401754/posts/default/4484274843869031745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janlee110.blogspot.com/2008/04/caught-in-their-deathly-glare.html' title='CaUghT iN tHeiR deAthLy(?) 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