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<img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h244/li0nheartblogskins/lionheart12skinintro.jpg" alt="Welcome..." width="334" height="527"></div> <div id="entries" style="position:absolute; width:331px; height:527px; z-index:7; left: 645px; top: 8px; visibility: hidden; overflow: auto; filter: chroma(color=#fbefd9); background-color: #EBE2B9; layer-background-color: #EBE2B9; border: 1px none #000000;"> <!--------Start Contents--------------> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Thursday, April 26, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Y0 sup?! I understand the feelings that u fans r facin... so depressed and deprived...... dying to read my blog... Anyway, ITS OK! Well, for this once i shall eat humble pie and dispense the formality(although I'm always humble,there could've been more for me to write), lets get started to today's story... As usual, my life has never been borin, everyday are new pages of adventure. You ppl shld be glad(just remindin) that I am willing to share some brief descriptions with you, not many ppl enjoys the privelledge of knowing my blog. Today's sharing may be the MOST exciting phase in the past posts of mine--- Life in school, dealin with gays;) I believe most ppl have heard of this saying, "pigs r afraid to be fat, and ppl worry to be famous". A humble person like me will be always worryin of being famous, well... things cant be helped.=( *Sigh* sometimes i'd really swear the world for giving me such an handsome face... that made strangers know my name despite being the first encounter. In my class, some NOT- SO- BOYISH* ppl tents to have unscrupulous thoughts in me, desire that drove em hatching plots to make me theirs. *Pukes* It irks me whenever they flashes up in my mind... Fortunately, I dun have a perfect eyesight, that makes things that i see blurrish in my eyes. Besides, i dun usually wear spectacles.... So I'll just excuse myself and puke in the toilet(three days of my meals)instead of a sudden heart attack or eclipsy(although i doesn't have:) whenever i have a glimpse of their faces. I'm not homo, u see. I can nearly scent their gayness from 100km away, that proves how hardcore they are, no more ordinary, they're mutated homosexual beings! Hospitals shld consider takin a snapshot of their photos and past em in the toilet, indicating "Boy". It is 350% guarranteed that they'll puke in no time, or just die=( Well, their crisp and earth tremouring voice r capable of turning one deaf, when they sings. Ears will bleed and souls will be tormented, till one finally spits blood and die. It is certainly dire if one of em screams, the EARTH would shatter, even devastating than nuclear bombings. I once had this encounter, my undaunted will of survival managed to pull me through. However, leaving me badly wounded, psychological scar thinkin of their hideous faces, makin it an ugly world. So if anyone encounters one of em, u'd better shout ur prayers before u're doom:( Dun even try to LOOK at their face, it'll make u traumatized. So just shut ur eyes... 'cuz if u cant see em... they cant see u... Thats all for today, i know its kinda short... but i cant continue. My tears r flooding down my pores=( IT IS UNDESCRIBABLY DISGUSTING, i'm kinda havin semi-trauma=(<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">11:59 PM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, March 23, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Just a warm welcome to start.... YO! HI! GREETINGS! REGARDS! HELLO!... etc) FANNZZZ! Sorry for make you have such a long, sufferable, tormenting, unbearable, brain dying, crestfalling yearn of desire to read my posts. I know what you're gonna say, but anyway, its ALRIGHT 'cuz i know that you're just tryin to decieving youself. It was a great, fine, cheerful day to start with as the downpours descent like meteors of pool and the roads were densely flooded with erosion of soil and some yellowish substance, probably some pleasant freshly excreted unrine:) as i saw a small kid adjustin his pants by the road side, an adorable, ambicable, cuddly 20+ year old boy towering upon my eyes. Maybe I've done him a great favour by having a glimpse on his business! He shot back ferociously, his blood shot eyes were fixed onto me, as if he was gonna erupt and having to have raped his mum. He stumped up and jumped off with a loud scream, as if he was assaulted, well, sexually. I supposed that to be a nice morning greeting.=) Well, lets go to the centre, burning topic- The marvellous sports day! You see, as such and athletic, suave, charming, cute, ambicable, sexy, gorgeous.. etc) person, it is natural for me to just emerge triumph.... However, things did not go as it wasn't arranged to be. My "tele match" team have emerged to be the last in the competition.(Fans, i know u're gonna faint, break down and suffer from depression once u've heard this, but dun worry, just continue reading.) This honourable achievement of record is broken by some intellectually disabled ppl. When they seized off my opportunity of running which caused me to be astounded and crestfallen, simply no spirit to continue the fight. Well, that was a partly factor. Anyway, my partner, a sec 2 girl( guyz, dun be jealous. I'm always with u, ok?), was mustering all her energy to leapt forward. It seemed as if the time have been slowed down, every slight move was vivid. She was running at such an incredible speed that.... I had to crawl as i use my tongue to push the ball forward. I wonder if i was charged by speeding for strolling. And as team mates further back do their drill, worse things happened(i shan't reveal or u might break down and ask the god "HOW HAVE THIS WORLD BEEN?!") Thats how things ended up... tragically.. *sobbin with sighs* The positive perspective towards this is that there were some hunks around=) Anyway, I will resume to my writing the next time I return. I have to give myself some time to groan and moan about.... C-ya guyz!<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">7:27 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, February 02, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>YO, guyz! Just a word of apology to my fans of this cute, sexy, suave, dashing, charming, ambicable, gorgeous.... etc. blog that i havent been posting for ages. I understand that you all had an heart-wrenching wait as the cute, suave, dashing, charming, ambicable, gorgeous... etc. owner of this one, and very one, and very very one great blog have kept you all waited for so long, as every single second of my unprogressed posts are like millions years of wait for ur anxiety to read it.(Well actually i know that you all will deny this, but nvm, its OK;)) Now, let me start with my very first day of school. As usual, I'm always sharp at 7.00a.m.(In that sense that i just woke up) and i hurried myself to my new, loving, cool, marvellous school. ( At least better than PRCS) As the story goes on like <a href="mailto:!#@!$#@!%#$@$@!$#$%">!#@!$#@!%#$@$@!$#$%</a>! After some back aching wait, some kinda mentally unsound girls' guide seniors brought us to the IT resource room to compose a camp cheer as well as to learn some 'cool' new cheers. It seemed to be a series of unfortunate event that the cheer that my group composed was selected and then eventually lost the competition.=( Well, we did it on purpose as we knew that we'd win if we put in our 60%, just trying to let others have a taste of victory... well.... (I'm sorry god, i've lied) As the time goes on, I've made new friends which is embarking on the same goal as me-- To rule the suckiest losers' universe galaxy and be the loser of it. Unfortunate things happened=( , one of my fellow classmate have won the loser in the winners' universal of galaxy competition! --->PRABU! and eventualy became the champ of the suckiest losers' universe galaxy! Hes such a nice and handsome guy with all great points of a perfect sports athelete. The GREATEST thing he did was to backstab us infront of our form teacher, well theres more to say;) He have such humongous stomach that form a great gigantic pack! He have some curvy hot figure too(lump of fats). It makes me feel horny looking at him as i really.... Cant control my fist not to swing at him. He always claimed to be a fast runner... but..... took more than 6 minutes to comeplete a round of 800m run, but i was very impressed anyway:) Hes also a taekwondo blue belt... although hes reflex seem like a white one, but i tried all avail to persuade myself to believe, anyway.;) Thats all for now! Np, i know i'm great. (I've long predicted you guys to kneel and thank me 1000 times) I'll be blogging soon! - The beauty exposed.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">4:35 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, December 15, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Yo guyz! After weeks and months... The sexy, cute, chubby, beautiful, elegant, cool, beauitful, suave post is back to my cute, chubby....( so on) blog! I know you fans miss me... but i miss u fans too! Went to Hong Kong last week, *whew* didn't encounter hong kong feets. The coach brought us to some fish villages and restaurants for great "feasts" of salted and tongue intriguing seafood!=) They were served half dead. We then took a raft to enjoy eye popping seneries of the fishermen's mansions- the 'sampan' boats! Indead eye feasting, there are skins of oranges and dark patches of pollutants in the sea! Cool man! But the entire atmosphere was ruined by exotic sceneries of mountain and crystal pure streams!:( A guy hauled by several men wanted to dive down to swim, but when we were told that there are sharks roaming happily at the deeper side, he jumped up and threw himself back to the cage. Happy ending!=) After all these events we took a train to ShenZhen. One of the tour member of my group was detained by the custom officers, it was just a short jiffy wait before we moved on- we waited for 2hours:) As we arrived there at the evening phase of the day, we had our lunch at 9.30pm, not a second late.=) As its kind of late when we returned back to the hotel, we checked into the "high" class environment and dropped asleep upon seeing the most ancipated platform- the bed! The next morning was when I learn how comfortable this place is. There aint a single inch where you cant smell the slightest scent of cigeratte and even the breakfasts are fascinating. An iron hard egg tart! You can almost have a 'crack' at your jaws when you attempt to chew on it. And it goes on, “ 买东西吃东西卖东西吃东西！” which is translated as " eat then shop, shop then eat!". We were advised to try and stuff yourself with all the food that you can find, dieting are postphoned till the return for singapore. We stayed there for 2 enjoyable nights. At the fourth day, we returned to Hong Kong's disneyland. Its really... big. Well, no sense of sarcasism. It took us almost a day to unravel every single inch and corners of that theme park. In the fact that it was recommended as a fantasy land, we saw mickey, cinderella, snow white and many more! (Well, if i would to join into the parade, i would have been the limelight of all eyes.) The part which i most enjoyed besides the fire works is the " Stich encounter"! Its really.... really.. CUTE!! Although his jokes are a bit cold but hes really a cute blue mouse( as described by the tour guilde). As the 5th day is a 'free-and-easy' tour, we ventured around with our wobbly legs and mustered our remaining breaths to gobble down the last meatball. We flew back to singapore after that. I think the most interesting dude in my group of toursists is that little girl who was born in the year of dragon, really cute lol! To conclude, I'll have to repeat my stand at the first part of this post- "Felt so lucky not encountering Hong Kong feets." Shall I title this trip, " A close HKF shave"<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">5:32 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Sunday, November 05, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Looking at the date as with each passing day. The streams are drying as youth is ending...... A new journey will be about to start, embark in a new fantasy and soar among the hawks. I really cant imagine the scene of sorrows to be filled in the air- The graduation day... Well, although its on the 13th... But people are leaving and departure signs in. As the tune of melancholy played and each lyric passed sang. Grieveness engulf our hearts with undescribable pain, the last bid of farewell from youth and friends. May the bond between one another never be dissapated, and hold on till the end... Bells of sorrows ring and echoed through the song, and realiety we have to face, descends from top. Fervent hope glinting in our hearts, may each seconds slow and crawl, allow us to cherish the last moments of truth, the departure, the graduation.... May pals and friends flock together, to the school of their choice, the beginning of their joy... ...<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">6:29 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Thursday, November 02, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Yo! I am back blogging again, thank you for the supports of viewing my cute, suave, cool, sexy, cute, chubbyn beautiful and cuddly blog. Its OK, you all don't have to praise me anything of my blog, 'cuz I know that its more than perfect.=) In sequel to my story, there hadn't been much events happening but in an extremely interesting, extraordinary, amazing and overwhelming cycle- eat, sleep and play! Well, it may seem ordinary to you, but its in fact an extraordinary experience for me in the past 10 years(after i quitted drinking milk=])! Every meal, there will be always a plate of veggie(aww.. i h8 tomatoes), a plate of fish, a bowl of soup and a plate of meat..... but the crux lies in the most important section.... A BOWL OF RICE! It may be just a bowl of rice, but they're always a bowl of sticky, white, kinda.. slimy and beady grains! I have never failed to struggle to finish em all even if they're half a bowl.. taste too good... =( As for sleeping, I will always be hugging my plushie doggy and a bolster( they're stained my my drools), but the crux of it lies in my pillow! A soft, silky and comfortable cover... stained with my salivar, mucus and sometimes.... snots. Lol, not bad! As for playing, my most enjoyed part is to play with my dudes. They're really nice to play! Try it! Well... recently, there was a programme called IEP which i put my first choice on archery... in the end gotten programme w9- learn soccer in fandi way. Well, initially I thought that it would be quite enjoyable and fun(can see hunks=]), but at the resolution of the first day, i've arrived at a conclusion.. ITS BORING! Well, the trainings are in fact quite good, I cant deny. But they're all shattered when it comes to the match, the captain of my team, which is the so called soccer prodigy kicked us out to substitudes, leaVing his good pals as players... (OMG, HE EVEN KEPT AMATEURS). I was merely asking if I could get into the game for the second half, guess what? He kindly and politely snarled, "GET LOST! YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY TEAM! SO LOUSY!" Then, he pushed me off and pointed at a group of kicked out substitudes. " GO play with them and get lost!" Well, at that point i was deeply crestfallen, so i vowed in my heart that i would play my best with those substitudes. I played with those P5s and only 1 P6(which then jonathon joined in). The ultimate socre was 10: 3, thrashed the other half. However, it could never appease my anger for the racism treatment. I'm gonna skip the IEP today, too fet-out and tired to face thsoe jerks...<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">9:04 PM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Saturday, October 28, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>My record of unread messages is only... pathetic 236. If only i hadn't read four... i would have 240 of them! That makes a round off! Luck seemed to have deprived off me... I can't help keep gettin pked( killled) by mages( magicians) in runescape! I bet those ruthless, merciless, cold-blooded and blood- thirsty killers are hideous, kind of.. retarded... , idiotic and monsterly people who are jealous of my level, armour and items. Well, being a kind, innocent, jovial, zealous and generous person, I gave them a chance to earn some money(I hit my chest so many times for that=[ HEARTACHED!). They blasted me mercilessly with balls of roaring flames, strikes of the gods and waves of earth, I was like a helpless babe' in arms(my computer keep on lagging and I cannot retelliate). *Sigh* It make me sob whenever I bring this up. Pray god not to leave a scar on my arm from those excruiciating torment, it start to heal up and not hurt anymore. There isn' much to write for now, so thats all for my blog from now=).<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">5:56 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <!-------------End contents---------></div> <div id="profile" style="position:absolute; width:331px; height:527px; z-index:7; left: 645px; top: 8px; visibility: hidden; overflow: auto; filter: chroma(color=#fbefd9); background-color: #EBE2B9; layer-background-color: #EBE2B9; border: 1px none #000000;"> <span class="style1">My Destiny</span><br> ~Cks <br> HaiSinG-Catholic<br> Oh_i_see_too@hotmail.com<br> 1E4<br> Volleyballer<br> No. 17<br> <br> <span class="style1">Wishlist</span><br> Outstanding results<br> Main 6<br> Lalala~ <!--------Start Contents--------------> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Thursday, April 26, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Y0 sup?! I understand the feelings that u fans r facin... so depressed and deprived...... dying to read my blog... Anyway, ITS OK! Well, for this once i shall eat humble pie and dispense the formality(although I'm always humble,there could've been more for me to write), lets get started to today's story... As usual, my life has never been borin, everyday are new pages of adventure. You ppl shld be glad(just remindin) that I am willing to share some brief descriptions with you, not many ppl enjoys the privelledge of knowing my blog. Today's sharing may be the MOST exciting phase in the past posts of mine--- Life in school, dealin with gays;) I believe most ppl have heard of this saying, "pigs r afraid to be fat, and ppl worry to be famous". A humble person like me will be always worryin of being famous, well... things cant be helped.=( *Sigh* sometimes i'd really swear the world for giving me such an handsome face... that made strangers know my name despite being the first encounter. In my class, some NOT- SO- BOYISH* ppl tents to have unscrupulous thoughts in me, desire that drove em hatching plots to make me theirs. *Pukes* It irks me whenever they flashes up in my mind... Fortunately, I dun have a perfect eyesight, that makes things that i see blurrish in my eyes. Besides, i dun usually wear spectacles.... So I'll just excuse myself and puke in the toilet(three days of my meals)instead of a sudden heart attack or eclipsy(although i doesn't have:) whenever i have a glimpse of their faces. I'm not homo, u see. I can nearly scent their gayness from 100km away, that proves how hardcore they are, no more ordinary, they're mutated homosexual beings! Hospitals shld consider takin a snapshot of their photos and past em in the toilet, indicating "Boy". It is 350% guarranteed that they'll puke in no time, or just die=( Well, their crisp and earth tremouring voice r capable of turning one deaf, when they sings. Ears will bleed and souls will be tormented, till one finally spits blood and die. It is certainly dire if one of em screams, the EARTH would shatter, even devastating than nuclear bombings. I once had this encounter, my undaunted will of survival managed to pull me through. However, leaving me badly wounded, psychological scar thinkin of their hideous faces, makin it an ugly world. So if anyone encounters one of em, u'd better shout ur prayers before u're doom:( Dun even try to LOOK at their face, it'll make u traumatized. So just shut ur eyes... 'cuz if u cant see em... they cant see u... Thats all for today, i know its kinda short... but i cant continue. My tears r flooding down my pores=( IT IS UNDESCRIBABLY DISGUSTING, i'm kinda havin semi-trauma=(<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">11:59 PM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, March 23, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Just a warm welcome to start.... YO! HI! GREETINGS! REGARDS! HELLO!... etc) FANNZZZ! Sorry for make you have such a long, sufferable, tormenting, unbearable, brain dying, crestfalling yearn of desire to read my posts. I know what you're gonna say, but anyway, its ALRIGHT 'cuz i know that you're just tryin to decieving youself. It was a great, fine, cheerful day to start with as the downpours descent like meteors of pool and the roads were densely flooded with erosion of soil and some yellowish substance, probably some pleasant freshly excreted unrine:) as i saw a small kid adjustin his pants by the road side, an adorable, ambicable, cuddly 20+ year old boy towering upon my eyes. Maybe I've done him a great favour by having a glimpse on his business! He shot back ferociously, his blood shot eyes were fixed onto me, as if he was gonna erupt and having to have raped his mum. He stumped up and jumped off with a loud scream, as if he was assaulted, well, sexually. I supposed that to be a nice morning greeting.=) Well, lets go to the centre, burning topic- The marvellous sports day! You see, as such and athletic, suave, charming, cute, ambicable, sexy, gorgeous.. etc) person, it is natural for me to just emerge triumph.... However, things did not go as it wasn't arranged to be. My "tele match" team have emerged to be the last in the competition.(Fans, i know u're gonna faint, break down and suffer from depression once u've heard this, but dun worry, just continue reading.) This honourable achievement of record is broken by some intellectually disabled ppl. When they seized off my opportunity of running which caused me to be astounded and crestfallen, simply no spirit to continue the fight. Well, that was a partly factor. Anyway, my partner, a sec 2 girl( guyz, dun be jealous. I'm always with u, ok?), was mustering all her energy to leapt forward. It seemed as if the time have been slowed down, every slight move was vivid. She was running at such an incredible speed that.... I had to crawl as i use my tongue to push the ball forward. I wonder if i was charged by speeding for strolling. And as team mates further back do their drill, worse things happened(i shan't reveal or u might break down and ask the god "HOW HAVE THIS WORLD BEEN?!") Thats how things ended up... tragically.. *sobbin with sighs* The positive perspective towards this is that there were some hunks around=) Anyway, I will resume to my writing the next time I return. I have to give myself some time to groan and moan about.... C-ya guyz!<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">7:27 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, February 02, 2007</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>YO, guyz! Just a word of apology to my fans of this cute, sexy, suave, dashing, charming, ambicable, gorgeous.... etc. blog that i havent been posting for ages. I understand that you all had an heart-wrenching wait as the cute, suave, dashing, charming, ambicable, gorgeous... etc. owner of this one, and very one, and very very one great blog have kept you all waited for so long, as every single second of my unprogressed posts are like millions years of wait for ur anxiety to read it.(Well actually i know that you all will deny this, but nvm, its OK;)) Now, let me start with my very first day of school. As usual, I'm always sharp at 7.00a.m.(In that sense that i just woke up) and i hurried myself to my new, loving, cool, marvellous school. ( At least better than PRCS) As the story goes on like <a href="mailto:!#@!$#@!%#$@$@!$#$%">!#@!$#@!%#$@$@!$#$%</a>! After some back aching wait, some kinda mentally unsound girls' guide seniors brought us to the IT resource room to compose a camp cheer as well as to learn some 'cool' new cheers. It seemed to be a series of unfortunate event that the cheer that my group composed was selected and then eventually lost the competition.=( Well, we did it on purpose as we knew that we'd win if we put in our 60%, just trying to let others have a taste of victory... well.... (I'm sorry god, i've lied) As the time goes on, I've made new friends which is embarking on the same goal as me-- To rule the suckiest losers' universe galaxy and be the loser of it. Unfortunate things happened=( , one of my fellow classmate have won the loser in the winners' universal of galaxy competition! --->PRABU! and eventualy became the champ of the suckiest losers' universe galaxy! Hes such a nice and handsome guy with all great points of a perfect sports athelete. The GREATEST thing he did was to backstab us infront of our form teacher, well theres more to say;) He have such humongous stomach that form a great gigantic pack! He have some curvy hot figure too(lump of fats). It makes me feel horny looking at him as i really.... Cant control my fist not to swing at him. He always claimed to be a fast runner... but..... took more than 6 minutes to comeplete a round of 800m run, but i was very impressed anyway:) Hes also a taekwondo blue belt... although hes reflex seem like a white one, but i tried all avail to persuade myself to believe, anyway.;) Thats all for now! Np, i know i'm great. (I've long predicted you guys to kneel and thank me 1000 times) I'll be blogging soon! - The beauty exposed.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">4:35 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Friday, December 15, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Yo guyz! After weeks and months... The sexy, cute, chubby, beautiful, elegant, cool, beauitful, suave post is back to my cute, chubby....( so on) blog! I know you fans miss me... but i miss u fans too! Went to Hong Kong last week, *whew* didn't encounter hong kong feets. The coach brought us to some fish villages and restaurants for great "feasts" of salted and tongue intriguing seafood!=) They were served half dead. We then took a raft to enjoy eye popping seneries of the fishermen's mansions- the 'sampan' boats! Indead eye feasting, there are skins of oranges and dark patches of pollutants in the sea! Cool man! But the entire atmosphere was ruined by exotic sceneries of mountain and crystal pure streams!:( A guy hauled by several men wanted to dive down to swim, but when we were told that there are sharks roaming happily at the deeper side, he jumped up and threw himself back to the cage. Happy ending!=) After all these events we took a train to ShenZhen. One of the tour member of my group was detained by the custom officers, it was just a short jiffy wait before we moved on- we waited for 2hours:) As we arrived there at the evening phase of the day, we had our lunch at 9.30pm, not a second late.=) As its kind of late when we returned back to the hotel, we checked into the "high" class environment and dropped asleep upon seeing the most ancipated platform- the bed! The next morning was when I learn how comfortable this place is. There aint a single inch where you cant smell the slightest scent of cigeratte and even the breakfasts are fascinating. An iron hard egg tart! You can almost have a 'crack' at your jaws when you attempt to chew on it. And it goes on, “ 买东西吃东西卖东西吃东西！” which is translated as " eat then shop, shop then eat!". We were advised to try and stuff yourself with all the food that you can find, dieting are postphoned till the return for singapore. We stayed there for 2 enjoyable nights. At the fourth day, we returned to Hong Kong's disneyland. Its really... big. Well, no sense of sarcasism. It took us almost a day to unravel every single inch and corners of that theme park. In the fact that it was recommended as a fantasy land, we saw mickey, cinderella, snow white and many more! (Well, if i would to join into the parade, i would have been the limelight of all eyes.) The part which i most enjoyed besides the fire works is the " Stich encounter"! Its really.... really.. CUTE!! Although his jokes are a bit cold but hes really a cute blue mouse( as described by the tour guilde). As the 5th day is a 'free-and-easy' tour, we ventured around with our wobbly legs and mustered our remaining breaths to gobble down the last meatball. We flew back to singapore after that. I think the most interesting dude in my group of toursists is that little girl who was born in the year of dragon, really cute lol! To conclude, I'll have to repeat my stand at the first part of this post- "Felt so lucky not encountering Hong Kong feets." Shall I title this trip, " A close HKF shave"<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">5:32 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Sunday, November 05, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Looking at the date as with each passing day. The streams are drying as youth is ending...... A new journey will be about to start, embark in a new fantasy and soar among the hawks. I really cant imagine the scene of sorrows to be filled in the air- The graduation day... Well, although its on the 13th... But people are leaving and departure signs in. As the tune of melancholy played and each lyric passed sang. Grieveness engulf our hearts with undescribable pain, the last bid of farewell from youth and friends. May the bond between one another never be dissapated, and hold on till the end... Bells of sorrows ring and echoed through the song, and realiety we have to face, descends from top. Fervent hope glinting in our hearts, may each seconds slow and crawl, allow us to cherish the last moments of truth, the departure, the graduation.... May pals and friends flock together, to the school of their choice, the beginning of their joy... ...<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">6:29 AM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Thursday, November 02, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>Yo! I am back blogging again, thank you for the supports of viewing my cute, suave, cool, sexy, cute, chubbyn beautiful and cuddly blog. Its OK, you all don't have to praise me anything of my blog, 'cuz I know that its more than perfect.=) In sequel to my story, there hadn't been much events happening but in an extremely interesting, extraordinary, amazing and overwhelming cycle- eat, sleep and play! Well, it may seem ordinary to you, but its in fact an extraordinary experience for me in the past 10 years(after i quitted drinking milk=])! Every meal, there will be always a plate of veggie(aww.. i h8 tomatoes), a plate of fish, a bowl of soup and a plate of meat..... but the crux lies in the most important section.... A BOWL OF RICE! It may be just a bowl of rice, but they're always a bowl of sticky, white, kinda.. slimy and beady grains! I have never failed to struggle to finish em all even if they're half a bowl.. taste too good... =( As for sleeping, I will always be hugging my plushie doggy and a bolster( they're stained my my drools), but the crux of it lies in my pillow! A soft, silky and comfortable cover... stained with my salivar, mucus and sometimes.... snots. Lol, not bad! As for playing, my most enjoyed part is to play with my dudes. They're really nice to play! Try it! Well... recently, there was a programme called IEP which i put my first choice on archery... in the end gotten programme w9- learn soccer in fandi way. Well, initially I thought that it would be quite enjoyable and fun(can see hunks=]), but at the resolution of the first day, i've arrived at a conclusion.. ITS BORING! Well, the trainings are in fact quite good, I cant deny. But they're all shattered when it comes to the match, the captain of my team, which is the so called soccer prodigy kicked us out to substitudes, leaVing his good pals as players... (OMG, HE EVEN KEPT AMATEURS). I was merely asking if I could get into the game for the second half, guess what? He kindly and politely snarled, "GET LOST! YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY TEAM! SO LOUSY!" Then, he pushed me off and pointed at a group of kicked out substitudes. " GO play with them and get lost!" Well, at that point i was deeply crestfallen, so i vowed in my heart that i would play my best with those substitudes. I played with those P5s and only 1 P6(which then jonathon joined in). The ultimate socre was 10: 3, thrashed the other half. However, it could never appease my anger for the racism treatment. I'm gonna skip the IEP today, too fet-out and tired to face thsoe jerks...<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <div class="date">9:04 PM</BlogItemDateTime> </div> </BlogDateFooter> </p> <p class="header"> <span class="style1">Saturday, October 28, 2006</span> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>My record of unread messages is only... pathetic 236. If only i hadn't read four... i would have 240 of them! That makes a round off! Luck seemed to have deprived off me... I can't help keep gettin pked( killled) by mages( magicians) in runescape! I bet those ruthless, merciless, cold-blooded and blood- thirsty killers are hideous, kind of.. retarded... , idiotic and monsterly people who are jealous of my level, armour and items. Well, being a kind, innocent, jovial, zealous and generous person, I gave them a chance to earn some money(I hit my chest so many times for that=[ HEARTACHED!). They blasted me mercilessly with balls of roaring flames, strikes of the gods and waves of earth, I was like a helpless babe' in arms(my computer keep on lagging and I cannot retelliate). *Sigh* It make me sob whenever I bring this up. Pray god not to leave a scar on my arm from those excruiciating torment, it start to heal up and not hurt anymore. 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