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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">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> <!-------------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">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.... 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