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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:35:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ll post what I dreamt of last night. I saw her and she said this to me. I&apos;ll go out with you on the eighth day of the week. Sigh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 06:08:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>livejournal is a scam! they say your lj will be deleted in 30 days but i just re activated my lj when it has been deleted for six weeks!! hahahahahah</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 11:57:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i cant find the thing to delete my lj. damn</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 05:11:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m sorry Travis. My fart smelled like rotten egg. I have farting throughout my 800m workout. Oh my. I managed to do 3 sets today. I texted &lt;em&gt;iris&lt;/em&gt; just now; the bus service. It felt good because there was a reply. I go crazy over every message I receive. I don&apos;t really text anyone this holiday. I&apos;m gonna watch &apos;Kung Fu Panda&apos; later. I don&apos;t know if I should go because Brendan is going. I hate him. He stole my good friend from me. I made a plan with Sebastian to go his house today. I wanted to go over because he had church camp on Friday. He&apos;s from Holy Family. Then Brendan asked him to go for movie today. Oh my god. I have only one guy best friend, maybe two for gal. And I don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong with my stomach. It hurts alot.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:14:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with eyes squinted,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could recognise her already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dare open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in fear of being castoff.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:08:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>For girls who love fashion. Who love that magical transformation of material on a hanger into something that makes you want to twirl in front of a mirror, that gives you the confidence to think, You know what? I look great! Fashion is how we express our personalities. Our way of saying, &apos;This is who I am,&apos; sometimes even, &apos;This is who I would like to be.&apos; Most of all, fashion is about having fun and using your imagination. Victoria Beckham wrote a book about fashion. David, you should start planning on a book all about soccer. You can see many things if you look closely. Just like when you watch a soccer match at a neighborhood soccer court. All the good players, they don&apos;t require a good goal keeper for their team. They just need someone between the poles to be pose. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what I just said, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I went out alone today. It was kinda fun, had lunch at parkway then headed to the library and tried re-doing my Additional Mathematics Paper. I didn&apos;t complete it though. I went home with a book. Its really heavy. A to Z of almost everything. I found cool things like sharing the same birth date with Whitney Houston. I checked Daffy&apos;s birthday. She shares the same birthday with Matt Groening, creator of The Simpsons. I finally know the reason why does she look like one of the simpsons. I checked Denise&apos;s too. D! Why can&apos;t you be born a day later. You would have shared the same birthday with George Bush!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 05:22:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>omg, i just realise im super lonely this holiday. lets go out. sigh, gerard and justin. i envy you guys.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:00:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;msn pool with d now. she loves to kid me man. phew, i thought she was serious. omg. i watched two movies online today. quite nice for a boring day.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am talking to d right now. We&apos;re both home on a lovely Thursday afternoon. She&apos;s doing her homework while I&apos;m here posting. I am now looking at my report card. I&apos;m gonna type out the comments from the latest result slip. Tao guang is a lively and expressive boy. He displays a high energy potential. He is unreserved and spontanteous in his responses and reactions to situations. He is sociable and interacts freely with his peers. Tao Guang communicates confidently with his teachers. He shows a desire to seek self-improvement and does not hesitate to seek clarification when in doubt. He possesses a strong capacitty to make a greater contribution to the class. Tao Guang has received a commendation for help rendered to a member of the public. I don&apos;t know what can I do online. Oh and I skipped track training yesterday. Am feeling guilty about it now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 15:12:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I woke up at 10am today, rushed for remedial lesson after washing up. I wasn&apos;t late though. I was even considering where should I have my breakfast. When I arrived in school. I saw Derek and Darren walking towards to canteen. They told me it was over and I was confused. &quot;Shouldn&apos;t the remedial start at 11pm, like yesterday?&quot; I was wrong. It had long started at 9.30am. Never mind, I stayed back to do the 6 sums so as to not waste my long bus trip here. I hate Brendan. He asked me to go over to Sebastian&apos;s house for merely an hour and we went back to Marine Parade for basketball. I didn&apos;t even do anything over at his place. Anyway, after basketball I wanted to puke. What&apos;s wrong with me lately. I kept it down with the help of A&amp;amp;W root beer. Its the best root beer ever and I heard they aren&apos;t going to produce it anymore, sigh. I was feeling tired so I went home instead of Sebastian&apos;s place again. I watched &apos;The price is right&apos;. I sucked up to my sister just now. I was playing the music at first but when she was about to study for her exams. I pretended to be nice and switched it off so as to ask her to let me use the computer. I&apos;m not gonna use the word &apos;allow&apos; because D says that would be like a dog, &quot;I allow you to do that, I don&apos;t allow you to do this&quot;. I learned my lesson, thanks D. Sorry Daffy for taking my time to reply just now. I did not had the chance to say bye just now so here goes. BYE!!! She made my day, partly because of what I asked her. Anyway, we were playing truth or dare. I know a few secrets of her(: I am going to sleep now. The last remedial is arriving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;times new roman,helvetica&quot;&gt; Yo mama so stupid she sold her car for gasoline money!&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:22:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Now I know who are my real friends and I&apos;m so stupid for trying so much a befriend another. Thanks DD</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 13:52:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I have so much to say.</title>
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  <description>I have so much to say. I was sick the whole of Sunday. I couldn&apos;t find what was wrong but I had fever and everything on the table was revolting. I couldn&apos;t eat. I tried sleeping that night but I couldn&apos;t though. I was thinking about something and my salivary glands started to salivate. It was then the pressure rose and all the mashed up food and water spilled out from my mouth. I could feel it in my nose too. I guess it went through the wrong pipe. I don&apos;t think she wants to be my friend. Lets just give up. I reminisced those words as I gulped down the glass of water. Thanks D. Oh my. I had training today. It was amazing. I managed to almost finish the workout even though I was recovering from fever. All the fluids drained from me last night. Its working on me today. My lips were so dry that I rushed to the water cooler after the 6th round. Still, I completed 9 rounds in 20minutes. It kinda sucked but its alright. It was the illness. I attend training in search of discipline and responsibility. The two words that will bring success in your future. At the same time, I want to keep fit. I shall post a yo mama joke at every post. It looks fun. Sigh I have remedial lessons tomorrow and the last one on Wednesday. Its so boring! I managed to drag my wobbly legs to school today. The same word that does it all the time. Discipline. I have to be discipline enough to attend remedial lessons that teachers fork out time for. Its not that I like the teacher but I have to appreciate their favor. I saw a loving couple in their 40&apos;s today. They were holding hands at such age. Marriage has bonded them together, in sickness or death they will not part. That is if they don&apos;t divorce. My brain came out with something cool today. The brain is a simple organ but complex if you look closer. All those dreams and thoughts you have are all from the brain. Its the coolest organ ever. Hey D, remember when I told you about the disadvantage of being tall, which is the chance of getting hit by lightning. Here&apos;s another one. Taller people die faster because the heart has to use more energy to pump blood to the toes and fingers of the long limbs. This is not scientifically proven. Its my wild thought. Oh my, I&apos;m in love with Hannah Montana on Kids Central. The show is absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;times new roman,helvetica&quot;&gt;Yo mama so ugly when she joined an ugly contest, they said &quot;Sorry, no professionals.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:00:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Burning Hand</title>
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  <description>Oh my, I am typing with one hand. My right hand got scalded. It hurts real bad now. I need a sedative real bad. I can&apos;t believe Crystal has a livejournal and she has been reading on mine. My two buddies aren&apos;t online. It has been more than two days. My hand hurts, oh my. Okay, I tried talking to Cheri and Crystal online but they are not replying. Never mind, saves my hand some pain. I had a cool dream, two to be exact. I can&apos;t remember them at the moment but I do remember seeing Ryan, who is in Australia right now. It was weird. Okay Its hurting real bad. Post another time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 14:13:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh my god. I&apos;m only coming on for like 30 minutes and my buddies aren&apos;t online. Sigh. I did nothing much today. I tried writing a new song! without lyrics of course. I just wrote down the tabs on paper. I don&apos;t want to have elder sisters. Gosh&amp;nbsp;they sucks.&amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;second sister isn&apos;t that bad, unlike&amp;nbsp;the older one.&amp;nbsp;She doesn&apos;t even let me use her freaking laptop. Why is it so hard.&amp;nbsp;I have to beg and suck up to them, like offering them candies and lending them my bag for a day or so. Oh gosh. I just want to come online and talk to my friends, ask about their day and talk about other crazy stuffs. Moreover I only&amp;nbsp;talk to two great buddies. Sometimes when they are off; like now, I post about daily stuffs and listen to music. Oh my god. They are fucking selfish. I wish there is some magical portal for me to discover, just like the one in Narnia. I want to go somewhere far away, in the land of magic, I would have nothing to worry about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I take a bus everytime. In hope of seeing her. The silhouette of her&amp;nbsp;back and the silky hair makes me want to&amp;nbsp;catch more of her. Whenever a bus I am in brakes suddenly, I feel fear. I close my eyes as Death stealthes on me.&amp;nbsp;I see her in the pitch black background, glowing like a firefly. I just want to go closer and turn the figure. Just then, everything goes back to normal and I&apos;m safe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who is she? I don&apos;t know.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 15:55:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh my. I&apos;m the only one awake now. I&apos;m afraid. Sigh, I don&apos;t know what else can I do online. Youtube really entertains you. I&apos;m listening to a really nice song now, re-playing it over and over again. I need more friends. Okay, starting from now. I&apos;m not gonna write anyone&apos;s name on my lj. Okay, she is not replying me. My friend isn&apos;t replying too because she planted a grenade in her bill and it sort of boomed. So I&apos;m left all alone.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 15:20:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>FYI, Cheri. I don&apos;t like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wonder what&apos;s wrong with me. I guess I have to post twice a day now. I have short term memory and in need of medication now. I have forgotten to write what just happened like an hour ago. Oh gosh. I went to the hospital and guess what I saw. It was freaky. I came out from the toilet and there was this girl getting out of the lift. She was the last to come out and she turned back and waved at nothing. That was so scary. I would have peed in my pants but I had already got rid of it in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherie, I just want to be a friend. Two friends aren&apos;t enough. I&apos;m not saying that they are bad. They are great. I just want to be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian and Brendan, please kindly fuck off.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 14:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Responsibility. I am more responsible now. I made it a point to go back to school this morning and go for training after movie. I see hope in me, maybe I&apos;m not a failure after all. I watched Narnia today. It was a fantastic movie. Everyone should watch it. To those people who think they are invisible in their cars. You are wrong. For we the commuters of buses are watching you, so please be glamorous even if you think no one is looking at you. I&apos;ll always be looking around. Its fun going out alone. You see things in a more peaceful way. It feels so good to have a blank mind for that moment. You start to look at trees around, flowers in other&apos;s garden and the beautiful clouds in the vast sky. Training was awesome and I have improved tremendously. Being responsible and discipline help you in many ways. You can apply this two moral values in almost everything you do. &quot;Should I make noise and create trouble for the teacher? Should I go for my remedial lessons or go out with my friends?&quot; These are just some examples that you may come across in life. I did had my fill during dinner but hunger pangs are coming back to me now. I learned something from the desert I ate just now; Ice kachang. It applies in life. Just like a guy wanting to make friends with a pretty girl he sees on a street. He breaks the ice and uncover the goodness in her. Just like the desert. You have to &apos;break&apos; (eat) the ice before you can see the delicious things in it. Okay I&apos;m bored now. D just went off line and daffy is off too. I guess she has training early in the morning. I have no idea what to do now. I think I shall write another essay. I hope my essays will end up in a corner in The Newpaper one day. Lets hope so. Goodbye people.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 14:58:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thanks Denise from the interesting topic, idk. and daphne as the woman in the story.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I don’t know, I really don’t know what to do. In my hands are two movie tickets, “ A walk to remember.” All I have to do is to call her right now and ask her out. My heart palpitates wildly as I list down all the possible answer I’ll get. I look at my watch. The constant ticking instils guilt in me. It would be wrong if I had bought the tickets of her favourite movie and not letting her now about it. I let a sigh and walk away. I am gullible enough to believe that courage lies in the air. So with each step I take, I gasp and inhale with all my might. I recollect that wonderful day while I dial her number at snail speed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Her name is Daphne. It was love a first sight. The start of high school was a wonderful one for me. She caught my attention with her sparkling blue eyes. I got electrified and it got me rooted to the ground for a minute or two. I saw her angelic features by the lamppost. I thought it was enough to cover me. In fact she saw me and even smiled back when I looked at her in a daze. I walked silently behind her, keeping a mile length away from her. I felt like I was in a ‘stealth mode’, stalking people without them knowing. I wrote in my name in the activities she signed up for. All I did were just for a chance to break the ice between us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I saw her everyday since then. I noticed her from my lunch table. She is definitely different from other girls. She likes her food dipped in sweet chilli sauce while other girls like it plain. She eats her burger with grace and beauty. You won’t find a single stain on her cheeks. I love stealing glances of her from the old mirror in our history class. The sweet little movements she makes keep my heart beating. Her handwriting is exceptionally unique. It has a style of her beauty. I sit back, relax and admire her handwriting from the back of the class every time she has to do a sum. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Everything leads back to the two movies tickets I have in my hand. My morals have been fighting with my courage all these while. It finally subdued my courage. I mustered all of them as I put the receiver to my ear. It engaged. On the other end was the soft voice of an angel. “Look behind you,” she said. I did and saw her standing right there. “I have been near you all along, I watched you while you have your trainings. Your friend has told me everything, including the movie tickets in your hands.” At that moment, I lunged a hug at her. It felt so warm and comfortable. That was the best thing that happened to me since I entered high school. Daphne.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 14:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I totally hate this man. I&apos;m sandwiched between training and friends. Discipline is the word. It is also the key to success. I have to choose between two factors. Success or pleasure. I guess I&apos;ll choose success. Pleasure is only for a short period of time but success follows you forever. The friends I have now aren&apos;t that great. They leave me out of everything. I think I&apos;ll just move on in search of new friends. I have a new friend. He asked for my e-mail address today. I&apos;m not in the mood to talk right now. I want to stay over at a friend&apos;s house so badly that I&apos;m kind of tearing. Come on, I need some bonding. Sigh, why don&apos;t you just let me go. Its the holidays for goodness sake. I don&apos;t have anything to do at home anyways. My two fucking sisters just don&apos;t want to let me go online. What kind of sisters are they, bitches I guess. Blue is the color to describe me now. Just like one of the colors on a painter&apos;s palette, the stretch of twilight at dusk and the color of calm water. I just want to let everything go. Things like friends and love. The mind controls it all. All the temptations, I&apos;ll slowly overcome them. Every obstacle is a stepping stone to success.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 14:51:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Okay, this is strange. I boarded a bus today and saw a friend. She isn&apos;t a close friend to me but she&apos;s still a friend. She was with her boyfriend. What surprised me was that they didn&apos;t sit together or even near one another. They sat far apart and didn&apos;t even speak; not a even a word. The space between them is a walkway for commuters to walk pass, strangers. And as strangers walk past, the gap between them grew wider. I could see from my seat. It was saddening but funny. Okay gonna start on another essay now. daffy get ready!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 14:19:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Someone commented on my essay! I don&apos;t know if Cheri commented before, I can&apos;t remember. You know what! People out there, you should start to go out alone! Going out alone is so much fun! You get to see things in a more peaceful way. I went walking around Eastpoint today, It has changed so much. There new shops that I&apos;ve never seen. I went to Parkway after that. The bus ride was so much fun too. I got to see the sky, with the clouds and planes. I wondered, &quot;If only Earth is surrounded by a casing and its air-conditioned inside, It&apos;ll be so much cooler. The weather is fucking hot these days.&quot; Its the start of June Holidays and I&apos;m getting bored already. Training three times a week. All the remedial lessons are getting on my nerves. I have to wake up so early to get to school. I should have gotten a late pass, damn it. I just realise I have only two good friends to talk to, two whom I can joke about the craziest stuff in the world and never getting pissed at what I say. Like, &quot;I can dance better than the people in step up 2, so don&apos;t bother watching the movie. Watch me dance,&quot; or even &quot;Daffy lets go fishing one day, I want to fish with your FAIR feathers.&quot; Guys I really enjoy your company online:))</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 16:36:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I think this is the best I&apos;ve written. Enjoy.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The sun peeked through the window pane. I looked up, still holding on to my pen. The pages left unwritten and the candles on my desk were still flaming from last night. I remembered looking up past the lighthouse beam that spun round and round before I lost it Debris of my guitar lay on the floor. There were scratches on the wall which I had painted not long ago. Neither one nor two but thousands of lines scarred on the beautiful wall. I looked at my hand and asked what have I done? My hands were bloodied. I trembled in fear like the dancing flames under the breezy weather. Images of the past flashed in my head. The day I was mugged, I was bitten on my neck and that was then all the terrifying things start to happen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;I could still remember that very moment. The night that had me suffering at every night of the full moon. That day was a saddening one for me. All she had to do was to say a ‘no’ and it penetrated through my heart like a bursting bullet. I made a stupid decision to be alone that day; the day of the full moon. I put on my backpack and went out on an aimless trip. I loitered at every convenience shop, soccer courts and void decks there were. As time passed, the sun stretched its arms and went to bed and out came the full moon. It terrified me somehow but I managed to divert my attention to something more interesting; my margarita. My vision blurred as I sipped it down slowly. I twirled my tongue in the alcohol as I extracted out the flavour. It was the fateful moment that I was grabbed from behind. The strong hands I could not resist and the deadly canine I could not stop. I felt a pair of fangs plunged into my neck, bursting my arteries as pain shot through my veins. I blacked out since then and was only awaken by the staled scent of cheese. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I thought, maybe it was a blessing in disguise. The raging wild animal I’d become, muscular arms and razor-sharp fangs. It allows me to protect her in the night of the full moon. At dusk of that day, I’ll be her guardian angel. I’ll look out for her from the trees, behind the shadows and the top of every building she has been to. All these are for just four words; LOVE. The sun still burning brightly is out of sight. It experiences a cycle each day, rising from the east and setting in the west. The cycle never ends, just like my long-lasting love for you. For I am not human now, I’ll love you till the silver stakes pierce through me and end my life as a werewolf. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 13:31:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Okay I shall relax, tell myself she ain&apos;t a bitch or anything, not having pms. She&apos;s probably just busy watching tv so she&apos;s not replying. Oh my god, someone talk to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 12:42:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh my gosh, sorry daffy! I totally forgot about our &apos;date&apos; msn today! Our Sunday morning pool sessions! Sorry yeah:( I&apos;ll try to wake up next Sunday. I wasn&apos;t drunk, I was just sleepy thats all. All the liquor last night stole my Sunday morning pool sessions. I&apos;m beginning to fall in love with Amber Pacific again! Its the best band ever. Can we make this last forever with every word we&apos;re growing distant. Today was kind of boring too, just like yesterday. I spent my whole evening practicing guitar that my finger tips are hurting now. I want to watch Indiana Jones! It should be nice, from what I have watched on channel 5. Oh, I had a dream on Saturday morning/ Friday night. It was so scary and exciting! I held a gun in my hands and went around shooting baddies, then there was this woman who wanted to rape my friends and I. Honami implanted the raping thoughts in my mind because we were playing &apos;would you rather&apos; that night. Its the third day and I have not gotten my peanuts! I don&apos;t expect you to buy peanuts, just draw two of them on msn and press enter! Sigh no one understands me, especially my family. I tried talking to my sister but she just ignores me. Sherie is ignoring me too, I just want to be a friend. I&apos;m a new man! Remember? I gave so many things up to be a new man. Sigh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 15:47:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Okay this morning was disastrous. I pratically gamed the whole morning. Dicky appeared out of nowhere when I wanted to catch a bus to Katong. Popped in at ebenex to get some picks. The guitars were all over the place, new paint was on the walls but jamming still goes on. I took a stroll to parkway to have lunch; Burger Kings. I then bought the newpaper from 7-11 and proceeded to the library for some peaceful time to read the newspaper. After reading, I played basketball with some other people. I sweated like crazy. Sweat just came pouring out from my chest. Oh my, halo was fun with sebastian! He couldn&apos;t attend to party because he has some kind of problem with his hip which causes pain when he walks. However, he walked me to his side gate with ease. I don&apos;t know if i could trust him, maybe he just wants to go out with his girlfriend. I do not know. Pizza was great, so was the bee hoon. Somehow it sounds like B. Hon who is my best friend! To the B, to the R, to the A, to the D O N! BRANDON! The liquors were fucking great! I wasn&apos;t drunk though but I got really high! am talking to d now and my sister is nagging me so farewell! gotta go catch my beauty sleep!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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