<?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-3415186254168902970</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:11:22.240-07:00</updated><category term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Debate'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Hatred Just For Him'/><category term='Ng'/><category term='AGM'/><category term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category term='First Time In Love'/><category term='Updates My Life'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Good Stories'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Phan always....'/><category term='Forty Kinds Of Sadness'/><category term='Love Drunk'/><title type='text'>Razor's Retreat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5525635153465913787</id><published>2010-04-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:04:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream....+ing of you....Again...</title><content type='html'>This morning...&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of you again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so crazy over you....&lt;br /&gt;So crazy in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an elephant glue, I stuck around you...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I could not help but to ask.....&lt;br /&gt;"Would you be ...........?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked that very question...&lt;br /&gt;You're not you...physically....&lt;br /&gt;But you're obese(chubby in nicer words),has a pony tail and an interesting personality....&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I could feel...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's you...&lt;br /&gt;It's like you've &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swapped&lt;/span&gt; bodies with someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care how you looked like....&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have the reason to love you more....&lt;br /&gt;And asked you that question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaped by bounds when you said:&lt;br /&gt;"I agree to your first and second wish(regarding clothes), but the third needs time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what second and third wish you were talking about...&lt;br /&gt;I was over the moon if you agree to my first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widely awake (now), the only thing I could come up with the second wish is...sex...&lt;br /&gt;Or else I don't know what's gotta do with clothes logically....&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to wash them, iron them, tear them, paint them, wear them....&lt;br /&gt;Take them off?&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pervertic&lt;/span&gt; idea....&lt;br /&gt;SKIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're going home....&lt;br /&gt;In your silver proton saga, with numbers 5100 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I should have bought 4D! Forget it, it's too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day you came over with your friends....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's next day or not because I didn't experience any night in the dream...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was washing the dishes, outside the house?&lt;br /&gt;And why did I run into hiding when you and your buddies came?&lt;br /&gt;Was I shy or what?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alarm rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I think of when I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;Is you...&lt;br /&gt;The second, was the wishes....&lt;br /&gt;The third, the dream dictionary....&lt;br /&gt;Then I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that such dictionary exists, I was so scared to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know any bad omen or destiny in the dream...&lt;br /&gt;But I checked it anyways, the only thing bad is the colour black....&lt;br /&gt;You were wearing a black shirt with orange collar like my sis's....&lt;br /&gt;Black means death, in extreme cases....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens when you're dead:&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, your parents sobbing over you....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your little bro's being strong for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are all there, especially your tuan ti 1 friends....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hamster will be there, she is GOING to be there....&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I get to see her cry for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;I, don't know if I want to weep....&lt;br /&gt;But I'd certain I'd hug you until I'm done before I tell your parents how I feel about you....&lt;br /&gt;(You know, just in case I got chases away or maybe jailed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena by My Chemical Romance is playing....&lt;br /&gt;The sky is a bright grey....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's in black...&lt;br /&gt;A few sobs can be heard occasionally....&lt;br /&gt;And nobody's oblivious of the scene that I still cling onto your coffin...&lt;br /&gt;I could I ever accept....&lt;br /&gt;That we're seperated....&lt;br /&gt;Not because of communication problems....&lt;br /&gt;Or misunderstandings....&lt;br /&gt;Or forbidden love....&lt;br /&gt;Or parent objection...&lt;br /&gt;Or violating the undang-undang&lt;br /&gt;But by the cruelest of all, DEATH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*      *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go....&lt;br /&gt;This is probably what will happen....&lt;br /&gt;But alas, this will never come true....&lt;br /&gt;Unless you purposely make it come true by sleeping in the middle of the north-south highway....&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm completely commentless and speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main point is....&lt;br /&gt;I like you no more...&lt;br /&gt;But I love you....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very much....&lt;br /&gt;Up to the point I'm willing to waste 6 hours and RM20 killing myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Not physically, but emotionally.....(Shown)(haha, as in add.maths)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask you that question, for real....&lt;br /&gt;I want to carry your heart....&lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want you in my dreams, I want you for real....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5525635153465913787?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5525635153465913787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5525635153465913787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5525635153465913787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirt with every target I see...&lt;br /&gt;But before I sleep I think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be very nice to someone else....&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart there's only you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to control myself and give you some freedom...&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I breathe I could only think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make anyone laugh or smile so easily...&lt;br /&gt;But I have to spend the whole night planning how to make you smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bathed in endless flirts and winks....&lt;br /&gt;But I learn to resist them because in my eyes there's only you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so worried everytime I know you're sad....&lt;br /&gt;But my heart gets broken when I see you inconsolable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have every damn connection to every essential teachers...&lt;br /&gt;But I could not save you from a simple matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you now, and every now and then....&lt;br /&gt;But I could not save myself from the torture of missing you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3105109751104647374?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3105109751104647374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3105109751104647374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3105109751104647374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3105109751104647374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1145893583195874753</id><published>2010-04-01T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:11:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Fool + Sukan Tara</title><content type='html'>In conjunction with April's Fool Day, we have Sukan Tara (Just kidding)...&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so fulfilled in my life....&lt;br /&gt;Leading a voluntary army beating the scores by X2 man!&lt;br /&gt;With the red house scoring high (for form 3 and form 4)&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I came to school and looked at the board...&lt;br /&gt;How ashamed I was to wear red....&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm proud to be in red house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the tug o' warriors....&lt;br /&gt;I almost scream my lungs out....&lt;br /&gt;It was like FIFA WORLD CUP!!&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of tension and screams, they have to be steady....&lt;br /&gt;And how cool is that to win?&lt;br /&gt;Wear red, see red and bleed red....&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE INDOMINABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;TURBO!! (Our red house motto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally spit the words out....&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, what I've got was some very mature results....&lt;br /&gt;...to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;But today is a bad day because it's April's Fool....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought of that but I wouldn't give myself any more reason to procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending the time with me....&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1145893583195874753?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1145893583195874753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1145893583195874753' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Can I Stop Being a Wussy?</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S SOMETHING HOLDING ME TO SAY IT...&lt;br /&gt;YET I'M SO EAGER TO SAY IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I DONT HAVE THE GUTS!!&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMNIT!!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE I EATEN MY GUTS!?!?&lt;br /&gt;SPIT IT OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF I AINT NO GUTS TO SAY THREE SIMPLE WORDS TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I GONNA SUCCEED IN LIFE!?!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT DOES IT!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA DO IT TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF IT MEANS GETTING 2 SLAPS AND BEING SHOVED BACK TO MY CLASS&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE ANYMORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3331692498359640642?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5726996935118071482</id><published>2010-03-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:18:21.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really really helpless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've been dying to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been dying to hide....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now what happens?&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;I don't want you to get hurt or anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, anyways I did hurt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least it's not as severe as it's supposed to be....&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;I don't want to say sorry anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've been hearing that everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more I say it, the less value my sorries are....&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;Looking at my silent phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so...weird....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My phone is always silent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But now, way too silent....&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;Desperate, I click my phone every 5 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Searching for your name....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But now, disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I've done too much....&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;Maybe it's for the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, I can't live without reading your message...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been reading them everyday and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stop? I'm an underwater fish who needs to learn how to live outta water in 24 hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just so...Hard and weird...&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;Interacting with you too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the only reason I can come up with is "Habit"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The habit of talking to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really know when it started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know it started last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're two people from two different worlds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who talk to each other a little too much until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are artificially in the same world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overlapping each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to think of it, it's bizarre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Way bizarre...&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;It's too bizarre until you wonder what the reason is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had no reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm wondering too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I know what the reason was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Sing) And the reason is....you&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;It's an old song anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That makes it an old reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind, time gave me reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A reason I'm sure none of us wants to know....(Trust me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm SUFFERING...&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;Suffering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason is not you anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What was once ours is not pure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT PURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT GODDAMNED FOUR-LETTER WORD TOOK IT ALL AWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But...&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;....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happens if I'm free from the grasp of FLW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will it be pure again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like it used to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That the evil FLW is the reason I'm holding on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without it, I'm out of your world....&lt;/span&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;If it isn't for my childish attitude, this wouldn't have happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another 50 pumps for me until I wake up....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I...........You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5726996935118071482?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5726996935118071482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5726996935118071482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5726996935118071482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5726996935118071482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-9015243598946106885</id><published>2010-03-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:48:54.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>It's A Serious Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just when I almost stepped out, you came in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My legs missed by inches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until I could make no more return...&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;The "I" &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without any confirmation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If may just be a joke, a game, an entertaining dialogue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To me, it's always a game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all have lots of fun, we're satisfied and fulfilled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then tomorrow we all forget all about it and start playing again.....&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;But when &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; started that game, &lt;em&gt;it's not merely a game...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every words that I've said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I meant it&lt;/em&gt;, from the bottom of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish you played not because to please me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I rather wish I'm dead than to make you do something like that...&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;Experienced, I would not go further than the game to confess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because what I did after that left me a broken heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I was too desperate? Maybe I was too aggressive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea until now...&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;Study needs hardworking attitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freedom needs isolation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love needs a Lionheart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I brave enough to trade our friendship for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I love you more than afraid of hurting my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I withstand the hopelessness and frustration if your answer was not me?&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;SELFISH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's always about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What about you?&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;Are you hurt to have lost me as a friend because I confessed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you afraid of rejecting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Could you still overcome the awkwardness between us after all these?&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;&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;&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;Now I know the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it makes you happy,I will muster every ounce of confidence I have and take this game to the next level...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it doesn't, I will just forget that anything happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the moment, I'm standing between the blurred lines of friendship and love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knows, maybe I'll just stand there until I love you no more or till future divides us...&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe me when I say: "I love you forever"? ...&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;I wouldn't believe myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But hey, look on the bright side, at least we have some fun before it ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-9015243598946106885?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/9015243598946106885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=9015243598946106885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9015243598946106885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9015243598946106885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-serious-game.html' title='It&apos;s A Serious Game'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4999421593374928193</id><published>2010-03-01T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:01:58.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Our World Is Too Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had just logged on to facebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I saw something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never knew you're greater than I thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures flashed in front of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The longer the more astonished I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet the more worried I am...&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;Then I realised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even know you 2%...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took your world as a virtual world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seeking pleasure in exploring it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, now I've found out that it's not as big as a galaxy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's comparable to the universe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's no end!!&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;Some might say you can't be perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you can be close to perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And put it this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I can't finish exploring it, but I can explore most of it"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, good idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it just doesn't work for me...&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;I mean, I look around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know there's someone better than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More good-looking, taller, smarter, funnier and interesting than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By fate, I know I can't compare myself to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I tried to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to be all-rounded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to be witty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to be who I think you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not comfortable....&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;And I know you deserved better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I decided to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've promised to tell you something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something that could put me a spot in your diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something that risks our friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something that is symbolised as a blooming flower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I would not risk it blooming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Risk it's life or never bloom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I've decided...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To choose not to risk it...&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;I said "The time was not right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is never right"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4999421593374928193?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4999421593374928193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4999421593374928193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4999421593374928193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4999421593374928193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-world-is-too-different.html' title='Our World Is Too Different'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-2838109764239559785</id><published>2010-02-04T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:31:23.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Caesarean Section</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="524" height="389" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37f3e4d7bde38f35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5264501495264806724</id><published>2010-01-09T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:57:08.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Drunk'/><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>Where are you...&lt;br /&gt;When the crickets sing under the starry sky...&lt;br /&gt;The fireflies are the winged-lanterns...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here to see it...&lt;br /&gt;They are the flying LEDs...&lt;br /&gt;That reflected the galaxies of stars...&lt;br /&gt;Onto this very field...&lt;br /&gt;Just as you reflected...&lt;br /&gt;Their eternal lamp...&lt;br /&gt;That lighted the way...&lt;br /&gt;To my happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you...&lt;br /&gt;I pondered again tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone on the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Squeaking&lt;/span&gt; playground swing...&lt;br /&gt;No more awake and no less sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;As the chilling wind caressed my soft cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was your hands...&lt;br /&gt;So gentle, so loving,so beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;Like no other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you...&lt;br /&gt;As I lie in the middle of the greenest meadow...&lt;br /&gt;Listening the enrapturing melody...&lt;br /&gt;The little green musicians has to offer...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help letting my mind roam free....&lt;br /&gt;It is like a swift stallion...&lt;br /&gt;That gallop across...&lt;br /&gt;The open fields...&lt;br /&gt;Across every mountainous landscape...&lt;br /&gt;Across every rapid-flowing river...&lt;br /&gt;Across every dense forest...&lt;br /&gt;To your house...&lt;br /&gt;Into your room...&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you are thinking of me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you...&lt;br /&gt;That I wondered...&lt;br /&gt;As I sit by the edge of the hill...&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly waiting the arrival...&lt;br /&gt;Of the marvelous sunset...&lt;br /&gt;No different than a naive child...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a tooth fairy...(You could change it to Santa Claus if you like)&lt;br /&gt;So excited, yet so patient...&lt;br /&gt;Just as I wait for you...&lt;br /&gt;To be by my side...&lt;br /&gt;To witness the sun diving into the unreachable horizon...&lt;br /&gt;Just as I dive into your pool of love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you...&lt;br /&gt;As the awesome crescendo...&lt;br /&gt;Filled the handsome ballroom...&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously, I look around...&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Preciosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chec&lt;/span&gt; chandelier...&lt;br /&gt;Hangs impressively...&lt;br /&gt;Above the middle of the dance floor...&lt;br /&gt;But under it...&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow is yet to be seen...&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time if I have to....&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined to dance with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5264501495264806724?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5264501495264806724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5264501495264806724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5264501495264806724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5264501495264806724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1076926383781688562</id><published>2010-01-07T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:59:25.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Drunk'/><title type='text'>Have I Not Done Enough??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1076926383781688562?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-2723976364309265653</id><published>2010-01-04T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:18:03.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Unwanted Enemy and Our AJK List(4S3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today fairy Godmother granted my wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To become the assistant monitor of 4S3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, ASSISTANT monitor...Exactly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not more, not less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being the monitor has it's disadvantage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every consequences go to the monitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the assistant monitors are the fool of fortunes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because they always forgotten from bad luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, always remembered by duty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'd rather work until I break all my fingernails than to face the music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I like being as busy as a bee...&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;Let's time travel back to the moment when the class teacher walks into the classroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uh oh, no advantage, unknown teacher with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;name tag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emblazoned&lt;/span&gt; with "P.L. Ng"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone was quite scared when she stepped in and the feeling miraculously disappeared when someone tried to joke with her...(That is half an hour later)...&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;Okay, so the AJK-choosing ceremony started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three names were nominated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my name was nominated by Tan Zher Rem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there's Lim Chun Wei, me and Chin Ting Hua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the voting for me was going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked around...&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;In the classroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pair of bloody eyes were hidden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But not oblivious to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The owners of those eyes didn't raise his hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, it was no wonder that he didn't vote for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He takes me as his competitor although his name wasn't up for voting...&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;And again, let's time travel back to April 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was at Seberang Jaya warming up for the 2009 inter-school basketball competition (under 18)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see, that time maybe my society was choosing the next generation of AJK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't there, I didn't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing that people say to me when I'm back to school is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You've got elected as the AJK biasa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I was like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What????"&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;Ok, Ok,back to the ceremony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I heard I've got the highest vote, because the all the ex-committee voted for me...(Their vote is count as 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But bloody-eyes and Malus Domestica got only 9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly, they didn't get the AJK biasa post...(There were 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they think it matters so much to them that whenever our committee is asking them to do something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They would say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why should I do it? I'm not an AJK Biasa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And everytime they say that, I would think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do you have to be an AJK Biasa do contribute to the society? Or you can't eat or drink without it? I would like you to be in my shoes just for 10 seconds, be it comfortable or painful, when you ever get the chance, is when you stop being envy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been hearing those two idiots repeating that childish sentence so often that I almost pick up a parang and cut my ears off...(Just kidding, no way I'm doing that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the time, I just ignore them...(What happens if I never learn how to ignore?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to today's scene....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those sinister eyes and a face with R-A-G-E and W-R-A-T-H written on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shocked me to the extent that I was numb for a second, or two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How cute would it be if someone was angry with your success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Satan got the better of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll do him a favour by praying for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one, yes, no one, who didn't vote for me looked into my eyes as if they want to devour my flesh and lick my red-blood cells...(Not my cute and cuddly,well maybe not, red-blood cells!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He did it, as a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry that you are controlled by something unreal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Known as - &lt;em&gt;the crave for power&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A taste of &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; power could make you get over it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the best antidote...&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;&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;Oh,the happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lim Chun Wei who was famously loved by our classmates got elected as the monitor(For Christ's sake,who happens to be a KPL too) and Ting Huan(whom I've heard so much about last year but never knew who he is) got elected as the treasurer....&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;Wanna see our AJK list?&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;Monitor: Lim Chun Wei(Looks handsome from different angle,and has talents for being a monitor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Monitor: Me(I love my seat just fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secretary: Jackly Lam(Former Monitor who is very very helpful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Secretary:Cheng Pei Ying(Former Monitor who has a sunny personality)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treasurer: Chin Ting Huan(That guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Treasurer: Yeu Kai Zhe(His smile's precious because he doesn't smile often)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cleanliness Monitor: Chin Pei Xin(The most responsible Cleanliness Monitor I've ever met, did half of my work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Cleanliness Monitor: Ooi Chin Sheng(He's the scout with the dragon head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Head of Notice Board: Tay Ying Pei(A good breakdancer,I'm serious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Head of Notice Board: Pheh Mei Foong(Who loves my hair as much as I love fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Furniture Master: Ng Chian Pin(That buff who joked with Puan Ng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ass. Furniture Master: Bloody-eyes(What should I say? OMG?)&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;Whoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12 posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk about an army...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's even more than our cadets' AJK posts (Which is only 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I thought Puan Ng didn't knew about posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't know that we need an assistant for secretary, two notice board decoraters, and furniture masters until today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good thing, I know what to do next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-2723976364309265653?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/2723976364309265653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=2723976364309265653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/2723976364309265653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/2723976364309265653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2010/01/unwanted-enemy-and-our-ajk-list4s3.html' title='Unwanted Enemy and Our AJK List(4S3)'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-2785044709716396994</id><published>2009-12-29T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:43:03.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Yo! It's Been A Long Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, I'm back in action....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a while since I've updated my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a little something to catch up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We broke up, it was a lie! Goddamnit!! (I wish I could write out all the four-letter words,oh well, image matters).Well, it wasn't a breakup actually, that ***** says that we didn't even started. Oh well, it's good to know I've played a big part in that *****'s life. I've changed her...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quitted Jit Sin's basketball team, and how could coach Lugged tells me to stop playing basketball and play other sports instead?It was a coward's act to retreat when we are faced with challenges, I'm sorry coach, you're not here to read my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found my talent of being a 3-pointer since god-knows-when&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone tried to stab me by not letting me work for the Pearl,and I ended up better! Working personally for the Pearl's AJK, live in a suite with kitchen and a double bed in Paradise hotel(which is the same hotel the Australian basketball hotties live) and don't have to be on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rocked PMR, and now I regret it, I hate being in that class...With two #$%^$@# and a tall prefect who friendly fired me (on purpose goddamnit) when we played paintball (He has a heart which knows how to plot&lt;&lt;how&gt;I'm back!! I'm joining the cadets again. Chairperson asked if I wanted to be an AJK (99% is no way!), but then I attended this camp called "Camp Intensif"(Weird English and Malay combination), I realised why every generation of committee unwillingly accepted the job or being a cmt. TO ENSURE THE SWEET MEMORIES OF BEING A CADET PASSES ON TO THE NEXT GENERATION OF MEMBERS. AND I'M HONOURED TO PIKUL THIS TANGGUNGJAWAB!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm selabretin NEW YEAR'S EVE with my best buddies from the cadets! I miss them so much since that camp. It's a good thing we're back together again. It's two years until permanent separation!! FRIENDS FOREVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my new class, I'm afraid that I will lose my confidence when I don't top it! Man, should have passed up a blank paper...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-2785044709716396994?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/2785044709716396994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=2785044709716396994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/2785044709716396994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/2785044709716396994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-its-been-long-time.html' title='Yo! It&apos;s Been A Long Time!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1253861801300153442</id><published>2009-08-05T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:39:57.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phan always....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ng'/><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>Okay....&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I pat tor ( Has a boyfriend/girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;It was weird...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to confess to you then you came to confess to me....&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can kick that b**** I once loved outta my life....&lt;br /&gt;I finally get things straight...&lt;br /&gt;I am worth more than that b**** and deserve to be loved like I love someone....&lt;br /&gt;Then you came into my life...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks....&lt;br /&gt;You save me from a relationship no different than a flower that never blooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this IS the first time....&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really know what to do or what should I do........&lt;br /&gt;hold hands, hug, kiss??&lt;br /&gt;Skip Skip Skip....&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing all those...&lt;br /&gt;Especially we will never get to meet alone....&lt;br /&gt;Totally chaperoned by the unknowing crowd and team mates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sorry....&lt;br /&gt;I promised you I'd be the most romantic mate as soon as you're in my sight...&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I only talked to you twice in 5 hours....&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious of you, excited with my basketball....&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you feel desserted...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my coach down either....&lt;br /&gt;So let just say I don't want to flirt with you in the public...&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want the other team mates to know of our relationship....&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it will totally ruin our team work....&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I wanted a time-out whenever there's basketball practice....&lt;br /&gt;I want myself to focus on the ball instead of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the major contributing factor is that I'm not yet ready to exchange our friendship with love...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel shy and digusted at the thought of flirting with you....&lt;br /&gt;Really....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I DO like you(not yet love) but I am not rushing this relationship....&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not rushing to get married....&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe we'll move on a bit slower or break up(which I don't really look into)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you were at tuition when we had a training yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;But I saw something interesting at the court: A loving couple...&lt;br /&gt;They were actually flirting, but to us, they were having sex....&lt;br /&gt;The girl was caressing the guy's thighs,buttocks and the guy's tying her hair...&lt;br /&gt;The guy's hugging her waist and he almost kissed her (Why almost, not kissing? I don't like to see people kiss)&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I almost took up a slingshot to shoot them....&lt;br /&gt;It looks....shameful and disgusting....&lt;br /&gt;They were so young but they acted as if they have sex every night...&lt;br /&gt;You could see from there because they were so "deeply in love" , touching here touching there...(So much for the touch n go card)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I pray for these kinda couples...&lt;br /&gt;Because they either end up pregnant or break up....&lt;br /&gt;It's never a happy ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible for us to get pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know that I like you very much...&lt;br /&gt;And gambateh in your exam...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1253861801300153442?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1253861801300153442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1253861801300153442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1253861801300153442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1253861801300153442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6457017016498026868</id><published>2009-07-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:22:10.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><title type='text'>Lovesick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hut-Chiuuuuu.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously,  I'm being attacked by love virus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm missing that temple so much that I can hardly feel that I'm happy alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm very confused over our relationship....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it cares for me and sometimes it thinks replying me is a stupid thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a very special temple that only talks at night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder why....&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;I doubt the line between us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It cares about me yets says it doesn't love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so lost...lost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep falling in and out of love with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like I love it now and I don't love it the next second....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I know more about it and it turns out that I love it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart was broken and healed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The process repeats in a short period of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which will result in me malfunctioning....&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;I love it very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I no more have the courage to be any nearer to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After experiencing a fatal damage to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like you push someone you love out of the road thus being went over by a vehicle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that person doesn't feel any more grateful and leaves you lying in the hospital ward....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Healing yourself and your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You risked your life for that person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In return, that person risked the goodness in him to hurt you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it sounds funny but you might cry when you're the one being run over by a car for a no-good fellow....&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;Ahem, continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't dare to flirt, say "I love you" or bother to make it happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Six more days until it's birthday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year, I sent a present to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it doesn't seemed very happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I decided not to give any more gifts to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't make any difference...&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait, it does!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making me more oblivious to it....&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;I'm so inconsolable right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stuck in the middle of love, friendship and hate........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD SAVE ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6457017016498026868?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6457017016498026868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6457017016498026868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6457017016498026868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6457017016498026868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovesick.html' title='Lovesick...'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5323628375116787577</id><published>2009-07-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:44:43.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><title type='text'>~Kek Lok Si~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although I'm cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I really care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You don't see me looking at your way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won't talk to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But that doesn't mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although I rarely mention about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't do much to please you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I haven't sms you since God knows when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But that doesn't mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although I don't look like someone who's in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I may not be good-looking enough for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not as clever as you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But that doesn't mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every night I think of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You have the cutest smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You have the cutest face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You have the cutest size...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh! How I yearn to embrace you in my arms again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been missing you like mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And your face looks like mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The incompletion of gadgets gets you mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So how am I going to stop you getting mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've angered Ex-Koperal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unintentionally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You guys misunderstood what I said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If it weren't for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WOULDN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF SAYING SORRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I gave up the things I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I accept the things I hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I get nothing in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In your diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In your memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's never a Ivy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5323628375116787577?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5323628375116787577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5323628375116787577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5323628375116787577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5323628375116787577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/07/kek-lok-si.html' title='~Kek Lok Si~'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-7642123156211198781</id><published>2009-06-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:19:05.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; the moon awakes...&lt;br /&gt;Your words tickle my heart again...&lt;br /&gt;As I can never "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unlove&lt;/span&gt;" you...&lt;br /&gt;Because...Umm...I just can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I mentioned of you...&lt;br /&gt;Whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; I mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to your face...&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how you looked like...&lt;br /&gt;That's why wherever I go...&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;I would strut and look away...&lt;br /&gt;Because if I looked at you long enough...&lt;br /&gt;I must go back home and hit my head against the wall...&lt;br /&gt;At the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell I gave my heart to? A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marsian&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;That's why I never really remember your face...&lt;br /&gt;Talk about your voice...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you seldom talk....&lt;br /&gt;It's bad in the fact that I don't get to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Marsian&lt;/span&gt; French...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny friend even said I look like you?&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm in love with myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I'm the cutest of them all??&lt;br /&gt;(Better say yes or I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;throwin&lt;/span&gt; you to the dump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Marsian&lt;/span&gt; you look...&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you...&lt;br /&gt;I love the cuteness in you (Providing the facts that you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;antaennas&lt;/span&gt; on your head)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you talk to me ( It's so sweet that I'm gonna get diabetes)&lt;br /&gt;I love your thin eyes ( Because you can't see me when I'm kissing with someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mourn you every noon...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right there...&lt;br /&gt;Just on your lawn...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for my sincerity...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be poured by your apple juice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;How I love you with all my heart...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think of you...&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaurs appear (which I don't think they ever did since my birth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't talk to you for like months...&lt;br /&gt;But please be reminded...&lt;br /&gt;You still have my heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love Razor(Ain't I the sweetest?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-7642123156211198781?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/7642123156211198781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=7642123156211198781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/7642123156211198781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/7642123156211198781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1904193508227233065</id><published>2009-06-05T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:31:34.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stories'/><title type='text'>He/She Tend or You Noob?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Asians are narrow-minded....&lt;br /&gt;That's why sometimes I look at them with such disdain....&lt;br /&gt;People say funny characters and funny things are from the West....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that's someone your own size....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Showoffism (Show off)....&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write this article(purposely using English) to teach those noobies(losers) some lesson....&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after reading Violet's (Aka Brattie Grannie's) blog....www.violetjovovich.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Now let me start the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I get puked off when someone says I'm a show off just by saying three &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt; words that are expected to be seen in kindergarden books: Take the ball....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, who doesn't know these words....&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on people!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the meaning of : Take the ball?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah!! Very funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people spoil their &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just by getting all amazed and jealous at simple things that people do...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do you say someone's a show off just because he knows how to go to toilet?&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!! SAY IT~!!&lt;br /&gt;Itsn't going to the toilet a great thing?&lt;br /&gt;I mean a great great thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Come on, say with me : Sh-ow-of-f....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are just so funny....&lt;br /&gt;They know what is the meaning of : Take the ball....&lt;br /&gt;And yet they say someone's a show off....&lt;br /&gt;Just like they know how to go to toilet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But funnily, they don't say that someone's a show off.....&lt;br /&gt;One word, cute~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people who are finding a hard time understanding the crown's English is discouraging people not to say it....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, have you heard of the adage: " Don't say that the grape is sour when you're unable to taste it"....&lt;br /&gt;I hate these kind of people....&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame God...&lt;br /&gt;You know, who's gonna sell Char Koey Tiao when I blame them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to communicate in English doesn't mean you're a show off....&lt;br /&gt;When you find someone saying words like : I lend your book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF: I LEND YOUR BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter how many people thinks I'm a show off just by speaking English at an appropriate time or whenever I like...&lt;br /&gt;I would still speak it as if they are a bunch of imbecile ( malfunctioning as in robots) boy bimbos and bimbos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I would also like to thank Torty for standing up for me....&lt;br /&gt;Another story:&lt;br /&gt;Tittle: Defence Against Bimbo (Codename: DAB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Date: Don't even think about it&lt;br /&gt;Venue: School, most of the action happen in school...&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Me, Tort and a bimbo girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it an abridgement:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and again, I spoke English in school for like the 567th time...&lt;br /&gt;Yet that forgotten slut bimbo opened her whore mouth and said:&lt;br /&gt;"SHOW OFF!!"&lt;br /&gt;Before I stuff a hundred bees into her mouth....&lt;br /&gt;Tort's words shot her first:&lt;br /&gt;She spoke in English not because she's a show off, it's because your English's too noob!!&lt;br /&gt;Another glimpse, whoosh....&lt;br /&gt;That bimbo's gone, like in seconds!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what they say, the pen's mightier than the sword (But not when it comes to the machine gun)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks tort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the pretenders (cool name huh? )....&lt;br /&gt;There's the snobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story:&lt;br /&gt;Entitled: Snob Attack ( Codename: SA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Morning....&lt;br /&gt;Date:?/?/2009&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Planet Earth&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Same old animals but not for the bimbo girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was speaking English again....&lt;br /&gt;Not oblivious of the girl beside me....&lt;br /&gt;I spoke broken English...&lt;br /&gt;You know, people, especially Chinese get p*ss** off when another Chinese speak English....&lt;br /&gt;And you know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;She said something truly amazing:&lt;br /&gt;"Broken English" ( As if I didn't know what I was doing)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again tort, this time, when I was about to make her remember me for the rest of her life...&lt;br /&gt;And again, tort to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;Tort said it like in prefect English, perfectly no mistake ( She might as well do that when it comes to exam, just joking)&lt;br /&gt;"If you're so good at English, why don't you speak it?"&lt;br /&gt;That 2nd bimbo was like speechless and puuuffff....&lt;br /&gt;Another bimbo "disapparated"...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks tort!!&lt;br /&gt;You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're not a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;snob&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pretender&lt;/span&gt;, just skip the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dark crimson&lt;/span&gt; paragraph below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hey, if you disagree with my opinions....&lt;br /&gt;Then just pack your bags and head for another planet that doesn't accept English as the international language rather than waste your time leaving meaningless comments here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short....&lt;br /&gt;Next time I hear someone calling me or anyone a show off....&lt;br /&gt;I will show off what I really can do to make them shut up their Englishphobic mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~End~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1904193508227233065?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1904193508227233065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1904193508227233065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1904193508227233065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1904193508227233065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/06/heshe-tend-or-you-noob.html' title='He/She Tend or You Noob?'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-9030446258155325680</id><published>2009-05-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:29:12.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have such prefect curves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have the lips of an angel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have the coal-black hair like no others....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to me every day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to catch a glimpse of your sunny face...&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;Who are you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To stop me from talking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the most interesting people on Earth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make me lost control of my eyes....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To appear to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime I saw you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are on your best....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so sweet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even I could feel it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While you're in his arms....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have such mesmerizing eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That makes any other thing less valuable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That locks my eyes to yours....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make others fall head over heels over you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make them unable to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When all you do is exist....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That I forgot to flatter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That I forgot to check out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That I forgot to knew better....&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;Who are you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so successful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so dedicated....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so mesmerizing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so breathtaking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so kind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be so .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wrote this to the most beautiful girl I've ever met....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what she's made of but most probably drugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hint: She's ugly when she starts speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-9030446258155325680?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/9030446258155325680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=9030446258155325680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9030446258155325680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9030446258155325680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-beautiful-girl.html' title='The Most Beautiful Girl'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-9186295799223091981</id><published>2009-05-15T20:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:10:49.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>无能....干脆去做马来人好了...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈！！！！&lt;br /&gt;你们无能！！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然咯....就是无能....&lt;br /&gt;才要戴一条东西...让人家恨你们这些.....&lt;br /&gt;无能的家伙......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;br /&gt;能做的东西自己做啦.....&lt;br /&gt;哦！！对了！！！&lt;br /&gt;我忘记了....&lt;br /&gt;你们不是我！！！！&lt;br /&gt;需要靠有影响力的人士来完成目的地.....&lt;br /&gt;我还真奇怪....&lt;br /&gt;那个走江湖的剑侠竟然会被他们利用！！！！&lt;br /&gt;还给无能的人利用哇哈哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大众嘛.....&lt;br /&gt;民主国家嘛.....&lt;br /&gt;要众人的支持是很重要的.....&lt;br /&gt;因为需要人家投票让你上位嘛.....&lt;br /&gt;我明白....&lt;br /&gt;我在这边不是Perli你....&lt;br /&gt;我只是要跟你说....&lt;br /&gt;你是XXX，不是木偶....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;教你玩力量，玩政治.....&lt;br /&gt;你要人家的支持是可以.....&lt;br /&gt;但你是领导层....&lt;br /&gt;扫地，洗碗不是你做的东西.....&lt;br /&gt;你有看林冠英为了得到票数而做狗做马的咩......&lt;br /&gt;他是“一鸣惊人”....&lt;br /&gt;每样东西是大Project....&lt;br /&gt;而且懂得拒绝人的（我想强调）：小及损身份的要求....&lt;br /&gt;物以稀为贵嘛....&lt;br /&gt;他越厉害说No....&lt;br /&gt;他的Yes嘛不就越值钱咯....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们尊敬你.....&lt;br /&gt;我们不愿意看着你被人酱玩.....&lt;br /&gt;谁想看到我们的苏丹为了在世界有位而帮Obama抹鞋子....&lt;br /&gt;不要傻了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们知道你进退两难.....&lt;br /&gt;但你要知道.....&lt;br /&gt;谁是谁的牺牲品.....&lt;br /&gt;请不要为了面子而做错事....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于那些无能的人.....&lt;br /&gt;嗨哟...不能说你们说到酱一文不值啦....&lt;br /&gt;至少你们知道肮脏的工要丢给别人做.....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们要叫我们做东西就叫啦.....&lt;br /&gt;我们很厉害帮你们拿碗拿盘的嘛.....&lt;br /&gt;现在要打破自己的饭碗哦？？&lt;br /&gt;哈哈～～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;团规没有写到休息节吃东西慢是罪叻.....&lt;br /&gt;你们不能叫到我们嘛.....&lt;br /&gt;所以就叫对我们有效的人咯......&lt;br /&gt;嗨哟...你们不是全部坏人啦....&lt;br /&gt;自己啊...也不要拉你们的队友下水.....&lt;br /&gt;还有那个最矮的啊.....&lt;br /&gt;不要以为你姐姐大力....&lt;br /&gt;你就也很大力....&lt;br /&gt;我也不会等你姐姐毕业来整你....&lt;br /&gt;我答应你，你睡觉前一定会想到我....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;然后就哭....&lt;br /&gt;哭给你的姐姐看....&lt;br /&gt;你的姐姐问kenapa哭.....&lt;br /&gt;你就Ai kong Mai kong....&lt;br /&gt;最后还是kong了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后咯，你的姐姐就找我们算帐咯.....&lt;br /&gt;虽然原因都没有关到你姐姐和我们咯.....&lt;br /&gt;有没有看Transformers？&lt;br /&gt;他的Movie Line Is What？&lt;br /&gt;Their War, Our Planet....（他们的战争，我们的家园）&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;就像这样咯....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的仗，我们打.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拍手拍手.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;橙色是预测篇....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...你们的东西.....&lt;br /&gt;不要烧到这边来哦......................................&lt;br /&gt;你们的目的是（还要我这个外人讲）：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;在钟敲之前把我们送回班....&lt;br /&gt;不是比赛看谁能最快把学生送回班.....&lt;br /&gt;那你们干脆把食堂关掉好了....&lt;br /&gt;一敲钟休息就全部学生回班了....&lt;br /&gt;日新记录！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从此以后.....&lt;br /&gt;我发现我很难放回碗.....&lt;br /&gt;我会放在你们Duty站的位....&lt;br /&gt;当作是我拜祭你们的菜肴....&lt;br /&gt;不用客气～～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-9186295799223091981?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/9186295799223091981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=9186295799223091981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9186295799223091981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/9186295799223091981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_4150.html' title='无能....干脆去做马来人好了...'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8677662965461913528</id><published>2009-05-15T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:09:30.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>*~AGM~*（下篇）</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continue write from my last time de blog....&lt;br /&gt;No matter how angry that no use de ppl also useless la....&lt;br /&gt;Khai Yin koperal then ask me lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say the reason lo....&lt;br /&gt;Then she talk about the things lo....&lt;br /&gt;Then Lyn-Hui jun guan and Chooi Wen jun guan come lo....&lt;br /&gt;Then talk talk talk lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most cekong de thing is....&lt;br /&gt;Khai Yin koperal because of me cry two nights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hear liao tiok che kia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who will so wei da to pull me until she can cry 1.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of me.....&lt;br /&gt;Her PM got one time is sad de.....&lt;br /&gt;Because of me.....&lt;br /&gt;She need to worry so many days....&lt;br /&gt;Because of me....&lt;br /&gt;She need to liu xiao.....&lt;br /&gt;Because of me.....&lt;br /&gt;She hurt tiok....&lt;br /&gt;Because of me.....&lt;br /&gt;SHE CRIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe I made her cry....&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IVY PHAN ARH.....&lt;br /&gt;YOU NOT SAY THINGS CANNOT BURN UNTIL OTHER THINGS DE MIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAD ALSO CANNOT LET OTHER PPL SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;LET SO HAPPY DE PPL CRY GOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chooi Wen jun guan got say one 名句精华....&lt;br /&gt;But is from outside 1(Not textbook)....&lt;br /&gt;I dun understand the meaning....&lt;br /&gt;But the main point is come activity nia lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui jun guan say I am a family member....&lt;br /&gt;And a piece of puzzle....&lt;br /&gt;If no tiok me, then the puzzle not complete.....&lt;br /&gt;If no tiok me, then the family macam missing one ppl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night she repeat this again....&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh, I jing ran cry!!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I cry until so sad....&lt;br /&gt;But at least I know I'm very sorry for making Khai Yin koperal cry...&lt;br /&gt;(Koperal的暗恋者请不要K我，我已经以泪还泪了）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that....&lt;br /&gt;Chooi Wen jun guan call us to a classroom to eat things....&lt;br /&gt;We eat until so full nia~~~&lt;br /&gt;Then chat with them chat until 6pm baru go home....&lt;br /&gt;So xin fu....&lt;br /&gt;Last time macam kawan bercakap....&lt;br /&gt;From here know so many things.....&lt;br /&gt;That Teddy Panda arh....&lt;br /&gt;Sit there two hours no open mouth to speak pun....&lt;br /&gt;Teh nia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd of May ends here....&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I miss form 5.....&lt;br /&gt;I know very fu yan but it's true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8677662965461913528?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8677662965461913528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8677662965461913528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8677662965461913528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8677662965461913528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/agm.html' title='*~AGM~*（下篇）'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-693726364960810516</id><published>2009-05-15T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:08:46.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>*~AGM~* (上篇)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGM lo.....&lt;br /&gt;I xi sheng le my sleep to come to AGM....&lt;br /&gt;So wei da....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then AGM start lo.....&lt;br /&gt;At DK2....&lt;br /&gt;Sarjan call us to say fu yi...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever fu yi then correct liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then until my turn to say fu yi...&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask for one Pencadang....&lt;br /&gt;I so mempersiasui nia...&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and say fu yi....&lt;br /&gt;Then got many ppl laugh....&lt;br /&gt;I very paiseh then sit....&lt;br /&gt;When they ask for penyokong...&lt;br /&gt;I baru stand up and say fu yi...&lt;br /&gt;So teh and paiseh nia....&lt;br /&gt;I myself aslo smile until cannot stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go take picture lo....&lt;br /&gt;After that, go classroom lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the classroom, form 5 say who wan go down and bring gift come up then go....&lt;br /&gt;We form 3 so yeng, sit there diam diam no move tiok....&lt;br /&gt;Then they very qi guai....&lt;br /&gt;The most cham de is Lui and Zoe tiok Chooi Wen jun guan attack....&lt;br /&gt;Actually is Lui 1, but change target become Zoe...&lt;br /&gt;Zoe so clever, say no prepare...&lt;br /&gt;Syiok tiok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wan they sign the booklet lo....&lt;br /&gt;So syiok nia, I one ppl let them sign at least 3 times....&lt;br /&gt;(But hor I juz found out I no ask Xin Lun jun guan write gok)....&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I always mistaken Ee Teng koperal as jun guan....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I play until too high liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then Chooi Wen jun guan and Lyn-Hui jun guan also high....&lt;br /&gt;The most surprisie(read in kuang dong ua) the thing is they use the cake to "colour" my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;I scare tiok....&lt;br /&gt;Then they play until so high, they gan cui write my hand, give me earings made of cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I macam drink until mabuk, sing and sing and sing....&lt;br /&gt;I eat tiok Mei Fang jun guan de cake, I promise her I wan buy her a new cake (I mean slice)...&lt;br /&gt;The most fun de thing is....&lt;br /&gt;I go and collect "I love you"s....&lt;br /&gt;I ask every one of them to sign that they love me....&lt;br /&gt;So xin fu nia...&lt;br /&gt;Only three ppl no write nia: Xin Lun jun guan(sorry I know you want to write), Khai Yin koperal (This one 谈条件1，价钱还很贵咯，不过因为难得而且她很美，所以得到了也有炫耀的价值），Sarjan（我明白，她是认真人物，她是不会玩这种东西的）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My booklet got so many things and 临时memories....&lt;br /&gt;I ask Tien Min jun guan draw one violin for me....&lt;br /&gt;Let Khai Yin koperal say is pear...Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Ee Teng koperal draw one duck....&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh!!! Her drawing let ppl see then know is duck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coz she write one "duck" word and circle it)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahahaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask Wan Xin jun guan to draw a caligraphy use de brush...&lt;br /&gt;But I think she misunderstood my meaning...&lt;br /&gt;Write my chinese name vertically....&lt;br /&gt;But nice....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I got from Xin Lun jun guan is....&lt;br /&gt;How to grow tall de secret....&lt;br /&gt;Xin Qin jun guan also got tell me the secret....&lt;br /&gt;Of Growing tall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha...&lt;br /&gt;Got another say 条件1 ppl is Mei Fang jun guan....&lt;br /&gt;I ask her to write....&lt;br /&gt;She say write liao wan see me come activity....&lt;br /&gt;Then I bargain and 讨价还价....&lt;br /&gt;I say if I get 5 "I love you"s, then I will go training camp....&lt;br /&gt;She agree wo!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she write:&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;3你&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我告诉你....你在企图扮单纯...又在害人的话....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不要说我没有给你脸.......................................&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/3415186254168902970-693726364960810516?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/693726364960810516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=693726364960810516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/693726364960810516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/693726364960810516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/agm-lo.html' title='*~AGM~* (上篇)'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8770013938086320428</id><published>2009-05-15T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:07:32.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>我想声明....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我想声明.....&lt;br /&gt;我没有说我要来活动...&lt;br /&gt;所以请你们不要再问我为社么没有来.....&lt;br /&gt;我回答到厌了...&lt;br /&gt;我很固执地站在我的立场...&lt;br /&gt;还有.....&lt;br /&gt;我讨厌星期三....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们要知道为社么吗？&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;因为我没穿Uniform还有中人Shiong....&lt;br /&gt;我不爽，想打架...！！！&lt;br /&gt;下一个Shiong我的人小心...&lt;br /&gt;小心你的心爱的Uniform！！&lt;br /&gt;我欠你的啦！？！？&lt;br /&gt;一定要穿啦！？！？&lt;br /&gt;没有穿可以给你Shiong啦！！&lt;br /&gt;你没有给我薪水的咯！！&lt;br /&gt;看好你的情况先咯！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你酱喜欢Shiong是吗？&lt;br /&gt;我的Half换你！！&lt;br /&gt;高兴吗？我很！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8770013938086320428?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8770013938086320428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8770013938086320428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8770013938086320428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8770013938086320428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_3259.html' title='我想声明....'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3682831887932302307</id><published>2009-05-15T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:06:51.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>*~Gathering~* + *~Cooking Comp~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today cooking com and gathering....&lt;br /&gt;Cooking com so happy....&lt;br /&gt;We got 1st runner up and our food so delicious....&lt;br /&gt;Especially the honey+lemon drink....&lt;br /&gt;Can 直接be tempat pelancongan....&lt;br /&gt;来喝一次...RM1...都赚很够了....&lt;br /&gt;Coz so many ppl come and drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor mah gathering lo....&lt;br /&gt;At first so fast round dance liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then lead form 1 and form 2 to round dance lo.....&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh, why so chuan 1....&lt;br /&gt;When Chung Ling that time de round dance...&lt;br /&gt;We dance no matter how extreme also wont chuan 1.....&lt;br /&gt;And dance until really want to dance more....&lt;br /&gt;Macam menjadi penagih tarian...&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY sad when they call us back to sit....&lt;br /&gt;Whole time only round dance 4 times nia = 1 hour....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, they call us to sit, we want walk back to the seat also can die liao....&lt;br /&gt;My throat can straight be Sahara Desert....&lt;br /&gt;Then lead them so hard....&lt;br /&gt;They so gai, call them to dance they can wait until you tell them the 4th time....&lt;br /&gt;Then baru dance 1....&lt;br /&gt;I always U-turn back to check...&lt;br /&gt;Coz after I go liao, they no dance liao....&lt;br /&gt;Macam play computer games nia....&lt;br /&gt;If I go away, then the bad guys come liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then come back, the bad guys die liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then got bad guys lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ex-committee came....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, dun dare to look them straight in the face.....&lt;br /&gt;Coz scare I mengabaikan tugas saya....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Last time I too focus on them, then my things all langgar...&lt;br /&gt;So many things no do...Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time they all sure know...&lt;br /&gt;Why I no come liao la....&lt;br /&gt;Since form 5 know liao lok.....&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have many reason la......&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not Neow Jia Hui xue jing, now so many things to do, can do die me 1, so I need to put down some permanent duties first....&lt;br /&gt;2. Her lo, dunno how to mian dui, so gan ga....Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate marching, for the 231st time.....&lt;br /&gt;4. I am too tired = my body can rosak because I have too many acitivities liao.....If wan go all = every weekend is training camp, I know I am slightly masculine, but hor I am still physically a feminine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they dunno, now read my blog marh know liao lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz today morning she come....&lt;br /&gt;Become so beautiful jor....&lt;br /&gt;I kept checking her out once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;But when afternoon gathering, she become slightly uglier liao....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe night...Wahahah~~~&lt;br /&gt;JKJK~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lui say she wear I give her de ring on a necklace....&lt;br /&gt;I IVY PHAN KAI YI can say....&lt;br /&gt;If she wear my ring, will have thunder....&lt;br /&gt;If no thunder, I bow to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily talk and talk and talk....&lt;br /&gt;Is not I give her de ring...&lt;br /&gt;Only then I phew......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if she really wear....&lt;br /&gt;I tonight cannot sleep liao....&lt;br /&gt;I wan get over her liao.....&lt;br /&gt;Then now throw me one responsibility wan love....&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LA...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During gathering I stare zun zun in her eyes....&lt;br /&gt;She avoid my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;That also prove that ring bukan I give 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go and talk with Lee Huey jun guan (aka brocolli/cauliflower)....&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, her pajamas so beautiful (coz she say she gathering wan wear pajamas come)....&lt;br /&gt;Then she si gui wu hui, (I guess la) think I perli their shirt..... (Ex-committee they all wear same shirt)...&lt;br /&gt;Of course lo, when wan shake hands, she keep her hands away....&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly jie shi, she dun wan hear I also cannot do anything....&lt;br /&gt;After all, I wont die without her....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mah round dance lo....&lt;br /&gt;So leng chang....&lt;br /&gt;All the form 1 all dun wan dance....&lt;br /&gt;Then shout until pua si baru they dance....&lt;br /&gt;At here, I wan thank form 2 for helping me....&lt;br /&gt;When they all go item and left only me and wu gui to take care....&lt;br /&gt;Especially Goh Jia Min and Poh Boon Hui....&lt;br /&gt;TQTQ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got one time they put Mambo Number 5....&lt;br /&gt;I dance until so happy....&lt;br /&gt;Then I solo with Tan Jia Hui....&lt;br /&gt;We both solo 6 steps....But different style....&lt;br /&gt;But so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one time Joyce and Ong Yan Pin go out and sing like lovers.....&lt;br /&gt;So cute and romantic....&lt;br /&gt;But they dun seem want to hold each other's hand....&lt;br /&gt;Hahas....&lt;br /&gt;But they look exactly like a TB and a TG....&lt;br /&gt;I very sensitive this kind of things 1....&lt;br /&gt;So I dun really look at them much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dance lo....&lt;br /&gt;Then they ex and committee come out and dance....&lt;br /&gt;Got one tambai de form 2 go and grab Chew Hui jun guan de shoulders....&lt;br /&gt;I forget who liao...But I know that form 2 too high liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then got one queue behind jun guan, they all wan jun guan to start a train....&lt;br /&gt;Then Chew Hui jun guan macam wan ppl 不舍得她....&lt;br /&gt;Then say bb to ex-cmts group liao....&lt;br /&gt;When she walk 3 steps away nia....&lt;br /&gt;Leh Shan jun guan go and cut the train ....&lt;br /&gt;She take the form 2 de hand away from Chew Hui jun guan's shoulders....&lt;br /&gt;I see liao so teh....At there teh 3 seconds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tiok cmt PM....(Pok Mong)&lt;br /&gt;PM behind and hips and hair....&lt;br /&gt;When I near them, then a PM war will start....&lt;br /&gt;My hair yesterday cut liao look like porcupine....&lt;br /&gt;Then they all pong my hair and stroke my hair....&lt;br /&gt;我的头发变废布了.....&lt;br /&gt;Got so many bacterias...&lt;br /&gt;and of course, curry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Mah Meng Yee (Form 1) cute lo....&lt;br /&gt;She dance until no stamina liao....&lt;br /&gt;Then use 原地漫步...&lt;br /&gt;So cute nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one form 1 always use the poms poms to pong my head....&lt;br /&gt;My eye hurt tiok...&lt;br /&gt;Tia nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we form 3 item so cool nia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They wear until so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND DANCE UNTIL SO COOL!~!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE EFFECT WAS FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND YENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND CREATIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually hor, I only see they whole item once nia....&lt;br /&gt;They dance one time for me to see....&lt;br /&gt;But now they dance....&lt;br /&gt;WALAU EH!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;好到顾客也喊“第二盘！”....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after gathering, we all clean up....&lt;br /&gt;Ex-cmt go and play basketball....!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to join them...&lt;br /&gt;But lower so many things wan do first....&lt;br /&gt;When I got time to go and play with them, they already go liao....&lt;br /&gt;Coz the guard come and halau ppl liao....&lt;br /&gt;7pm the guard wan close liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Leh Shan jun guan can play basketball so well....&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why she dun wan join the basketball team when she form 1....&lt;br /&gt;I guess she got receive training when primary school....&lt;br /&gt;Or else someone couldn't very well have caught the ball with one hand...&lt;br /&gt;Or knew where to run to get the ball....&lt;br /&gt;Or to have dribbled acceptionally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That si gui Jooi Ying jun guan so tall....&lt;br /&gt;Wan shoot in the ball so easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then marh go lower and clean up the things lo....&lt;br /&gt;Clean until pua si...&lt;br /&gt;Wan walk to 5th gate and lower many many times....&lt;br /&gt;My skeleton wan patah liao~~ T.T....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ma go and sit at the 5th gate lo....&lt;br /&gt;And talk to Lui.....&lt;br /&gt;At here she tell me about the ring....&lt;br /&gt;And send me a very good song:&lt;br /&gt;越来越爱 - 飞轮海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whole day listen to this song nia....&lt;br /&gt;Until now I typing this blog....&lt;br /&gt;Hahas....&lt;br /&gt;Marh like that lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time gathering is great....&lt;br /&gt;Especially at the basketball court....&lt;br /&gt;Got a very special feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I saw Ling Shi and Vincent play basketball when gathering going on....&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/3415186254168902970-3682831887932302307?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3682831887932302307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3682831887932302307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3682831887932302307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3682831887932302307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/gathering-cooking-comp.html' title='*~Gathering~* + *~Cooking Comp~*'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6116961998883738118</id><published>2009-05-15T20:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:06:12.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>晴天-周杰伦</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;故事的小黄花...&lt;br /&gt;从出生那年就飘著...&lt;br /&gt;童年的荡秋千...随记忆一直晃到现在...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㄖㄨㄟ　ㄙㄡ　ㄙㄡ　ㄒ一　ㄉㄡ　ㄒ一ㄌㄚ　ㄙㄡ　ㄌㄚ　ㄒ一　ㄒ一　ㄒ一　ㄒ一　ㄌㄚ　ㄒ一　ㄌㄚ　ㄙㄡ&lt;br /&gt;吹著前奏望著天空我想起花瓣试著掉落...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你翘课的那一天花落的那一天...&lt;br /&gt;教室的那一间...&lt;br /&gt;我怎么看不见...&lt;br /&gt;消失的下雨天...我好想再淋一遍...&lt;br /&gt;没想到失去的勇气我还留著...&lt;br /&gt;好想再问一遍...你会等待还是离开...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刮风这天...我试过握著你手...但偏偏...雨渐渐...大到我看你不见...&lt;br /&gt;还要多久...我才能在你身边...&lt;br /&gt;等待放晴的那天...&lt;br /&gt;也许我会比较好一点...&lt;br /&gt;从前从前...有个人爱你很久...&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏...雨渐渐...把距离吹得好远...好不容易...又能再多爱一天...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但故事的最后你好像说了拜拜........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6116961998883738118?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6116961998883738118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6116961998883738118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6116961998883738118'/><link 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Saringan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday night got basketball competition....&lt;br /&gt;I ran finish my 400m then straight go bath then go Penang liao....&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect we would go by the school van....&lt;br /&gt;The basketball teacher drove us to there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think it would be boring but no....&lt;br /&gt;The two ladies from another school (Yen Ting and Jo-Yin) come with us too....&lt;br /&gt;They were at the last row and I was at the second last....&lt;br /&gt;Pang Way Meen sat beside me and we all talked about many things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Jo-Yin wan ask one question....&lt;br /&gt;I call her ask but she paiseh to ask (Luckily she paiseh ask)....&lt;br /&gt;Then she type in my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;Then I teh, then say yes lo.....&lt;br /&gt;Then she and the Yen Ting ask 5 more questions.....&lt;br /&gt;3 yes and 2 no...&lt;br /&gt;All yes no question lai de.....&lt;br /&gt;Then mah talk talk talk lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More teh de is....&lt;br /&gt;They wan kenal some friends for me....&lt;br /&gt;They so si gui, kenal the friends for me....&lt;br /&gt;But give me de handphone number is their own number....&lt;br /&gt;Si gui si gui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tiba ke Chung Ling High School Penang lo.....&lt;br /&gt;Then warm up and all that....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, we dui4 with SMJD.....&lt;br /&gt;They all so geng....&lt;br /&gt;Qi Jie appear....&lt;br /&gt;We won by one mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it happened....&lt;br /&gt;After 佩莹 shoot a 3 point....&lt;br /&gt;Then our marks become odd...&lt;br /&gt;Then they shoot and shoot and become...................&lt;br /&gt;either we lose one mark or win one mark........&lt;br /&gt;Then left 1 minute, we lose one mark....&lt;br /&gt;Then the Jo-Yin shoot one ball.....&lt;br /&gt;Become win one mark!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then outlet, they attack us....&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the ball rolled out of the court.....&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;LEFT 2 SECONDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then my senior "open" ball....&lt;br /&gt;Itu Chew Hui Wen take tiok then she grab onto the ball....&lt;br /&gt;Two SMJD de ppl wan qiang her ball....&lt;br /&gt;But she grab so tight for that so nan guo de 2 seconds....&lt;br /&gt;If the JD de ppl take tiok the ball and they shoot and in....&lt;br /&gt;That 2 seconds can change our lives....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, WE WON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And our heroine cry and cry.....&lt;br /&gt;But I only liu one tear nia....&lt;br /&gt;Gan dong~ But not crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then “检讨会”....&lt;br /&gt;The coach told us off.....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I so noob, no score any marks pun.....&lt;br /&gt;Then he say finish liao hor, give us all one 100plus.....&lt;br /&gt;But my JD de friends.....&lt;br /&gt;They tiok the coach marah until so gai.....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....Then I not so happy liao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sit van go home liao.....&lt;br /&gt;Got 4 ppl sit coach de car go home.....&lt;br /&gt;Now only me sit behind row liao....&lt;br /&gt;Me ba zhan behind....&lt;br /&gt;Then think about the match....&lt;br /&gt;At this time, the si gui Jo-Yin and Yen Ting (like I said just now) baru tell me that is their own number....&lt;br /&gt;Because I asked them why their friends no reply 1.....&lt;br /&gt;So teh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reach tiok school then go home and sleep liao lo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                      *                       *                                  *                        *                             *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Today Sukan Saringan.....&lt;br /&gt;I run Akhir de 400 and 800....&lt;br /&gt;400m I got number 3rd.....&lt;br /&gt;When the race starts, I got number last....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got number 3rd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800m at first I got number 5.....&lt;br /&gt;In the end got number 4....&lt;br /&gt;So sad.....&lt;br /&gt;Last year champion....&lt;br /&gt;Now number 4th.....&lt;br /&gt;And lose to that La Pu de ppl....&lt;br /&gt;Gai liao la.....&lt;br /&gt;2009 to 2010 de sukan saringan....&lt;br /&gt;This 365 days, wan hear she tend to other ppl that she won me in 800m....&lt;br /&gt;Very sienz and pek chek.....&lt;br /&gt;Want pick up a fight also cannot....&lt;br /&gt;Shit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3164863287711968425?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3164863287711968425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3164863287711968425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>So busy + Teh de one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today morning I no go perhimpunan....&lt;br /&gt;Cause I go basketball....&lt;br /&gt;Go there also wasting time.....&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear whatever tentang English competition and monitor de thing nia.....&lt;br /&gt;All the competition I already know liao....&lt;br /&gt;And the Cian Li will do my monitor stuffs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got wakil so many things.....&lt;br /&gt;My job all cannot do liao....&lt;br /&gt;Shyt....&lt;br /&gt;My attendance wan ask Cian Li do....&lt;br /&gt;Take newspaper also wan ask Cian Li do.....&lt;br /&gt;Do the newspaper wan call Raymond do.....&lt;br /&gt;The Kok Qin de thing and my thing for the 400m cannot do (Cause today no time at all)....&lt;br /&gt;I run 400 kalau in akhir, langgar with my 800m....&lt;br /&gt;To me,the 800m more important and I must get a place in 800m.....&lt;br /&gt;Cause last year I was the champion because the two olahraga no in 800m....&lt;br /&gt;The Kok Qin no lompat tinggi but the teacher put for him.....&lt;br /&gt;Less one ppl for lompat kijang....&lt;br /&gt;All these cute cute de stuff is I do 1....&lt;br /&gt;And when I havent do finishie the big big de stuff....&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do cute cute de stuff....&lt;br /&gt;And when I cannot do the cute cute de stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;Many things cannot lancar....&lt;br /&gt;So headache today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework all no do....&lt;br /&gt;Teacher teach, I no in class....&lt;br /&gt;So many homework I dunno how to do but must do....&lt;br /&gt;My friend teach the yan yu I not in class....&lt;br /&gt;Then miss another knowledge then the exam will rugi....&lt;br /&gt;Must do self-study liao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got 5 big big de stuff wan do ....&lt;br /&gt;My basketball wan the same time with my formasi.....&lt;br /&gt;I choose until headache cause both also important....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I choose morning go basketball....&lt;br /&gt;Cause if go formasi, wan waste my precious time in the perhimpunan....&lt;br /&gt;Tambahan, afternoon got train formasi, then can "tuition" back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 o clock wan go prepare the debate 1 thing....&lt;br /&gt;Bo liao Sarjan and Koperal today come....&lt;br /&gt;Headache, wan let them pull come activity.....&lt;br /&gt;Sarjan scold me take off my shirt (I inside got jersey gok).....&lt;br /&gt;She say like this take off shirt is langgar the school rules....&lt;br /&gt;Then she very pek chek....&lt;br /&gt;I also very pek chek.....&lt;br /&gt;Cause I inside got jersey gok....&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, before we go train basketball, we wear jersey inside then the shirt 1....&lt;br /&gt;If cannot "langgar the school rules", then wan wear two shirt pak kiu then mah very chuan....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Then she call me to lower....&lt;br /&gt;And call me dun wan run away.....&lt;br /&gt;Then go lower she call me sit down....&lt;br /&gt;But she no pek chek liao.....&lt;br /&gt;Then she call me to say....&lt;br /&gt;I pull until a very long time no say.....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she give me a paper and a pen and call me write the reason....&lt;br /&gt;I no write....&lt;br /&gt;Then she write the choices for me to choose....&lt;br /&gt;I no choose, I just cancel the wrong 1....&lt;br /&gt;Then she say many nice stories....&lt;br /&gt;Say until my debate de so so late....&lt;br /&gt;12 start, I 1.30 like that baru go....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, go tiok inside, not until 5 minutes then come out liao....&lt;br /&gt;So sia sui.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cong cong mang mang go eat....&lt;br /&gt;Cong Cong mang mang go inside hear the debate....&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh, the perwira debaters so noob....&lt;br /&gt;The script so many mistake, if give me go in front I sure shoot them until they want to kill me.....&lt;br /&gt;Vice President even tell me the script teacher write 1....&lt;br /&gt;I hear tiok liao cekong....&lt;br /&gt;We all thought is they students themselve write 1 and no teacher check...&lt;br /&gt;Now is teacher write and student juz read nia.....&lt;br /&gt;I hear Adrianna hear Wene June say only Jit Sin de student write their own script nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They so damn gai....&lt;br /&gt;They POI simply POI 1....&lt;br /&gt;Their script de point simply trash together like rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;They cannot shoot back our POI then just say " I disagree" but no give reason....&lt;br /&gt;They scare we attack then just deny deny deny....&lt;br /&gt;They POI just ask one stupid question I hate the most in my life but so many ppl wan POI like this...&lt;br /&gt;You all see liao then next time dun POI me like this:&lt;br /&gt;How does ____(the topic) ___(affects)____(the topic)....&lt;br /&gt;I hear liao wan kill ppl....&lt;br /&gt;I now telling you why liao, you still ask....&lt;br /&gt;Damnit...&lt;br /&gt;Their supporter also cham....&lt;br /&gt;Stupid de point also clap hands....&lt;br /&gt;Mempersiasuikan nia (Adrianna's invention)&lt;br /&gt;Their grammar also cham....&lt;br /&gt;They wan say admire our english....&lt;br /&gt;They say become:&lt;br /&gt;"We admire your English is."&lt;br /&gt;Adrianna hear liao straight straight make a joke:&lt;br /&gt;"I admire your English is"&lt;br /&gt;"You admire me English is"&lt;br /&gt;Any teacher see this kind of grammar also wan pengsan....&lt;br /&gt;Even write in Malay also Salah pun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we win loh...&lt;br /&gt;No win also hard la....&lt;br /&gt;The judges admire us....&lt;br /&gt;Haha....&lt;br /&gt;I admire my brattie grannie....&lt;br /&gt;Vice President....&lt;br /&gt;And Julia Roberts who prefers to be known as Julia Lim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 4.30 I go formasi again....&lt;br /&gt;Today raining, no cats and dogs....&lt;br /&gt;Run up run down wan find cover to train formasi....&lt;br /&gt;Today muz train good good.....&lt;br /&gt;Coz tomorrow basketball competition...&lt;br /&gt;Then morning must rest and cannot go activity.....&lt;br /&gt;Coz if go liao evening then no energy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today get the Beret (Cap) and accessories....&lt;br /&gt;The full take come 3 days also no use....&lt;br /&gt;Make my bag so full nia....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When formasi, the chairperson come and pull me....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I hu lue her, I ask her to give me more time to think....&lt;br /&gt;In other words: I dun wan to go, but I dun wan hurt you....&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to think la....&lt;br /&gt;Really really need to think....&lt;br /&gt;But not now la....&lt;br /&gt;So buzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz now so many competition....&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow basketball, they wan IC&lt;br /&gt;Sunday train basketball...&lt;br /&gt;Monday Formasi, They wan IC&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon debate again&lt;br /&gt;Monday late afternoon race 400m&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon debate&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon race 400m and 800m langgar together....Cham nia...&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night basketball competition, they wan IC...&lt;br /&gt;My ren sheng so tong ku....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Got 4 more competition gok lo....&lt;br /&gt;Cham nia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1869057291299907352?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1869057291299907352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1869057291299907352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>今天发生太多事了</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我懒惰说整个故事....&lt;br /&gt;我用Point Form写....&lt;br /&gt;Sukan Tara&lt;br /&gt;红组拔绳男女双冠，没有辜负了我加油的口水还有千辛万苦做的工如拿水，找后补，洗脑，买冰块....&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beh在拔河完后，高兴到挥旗挥到掉下来，给全场的人Boo....&lt;br /&gt;我以为今天有Debate，结果False Alarm到三个人：Min Shih, Grannie(Khoo Shi Yin)和Miss Chow aka Adrianna....&lt;br /&gt;今天拿到Full来Formasi的....&lt;br /&gt;今天篮球练到超烂，左手上篮也不能进，13岁割球也能被割过，打联邦我打盯人，接球好像我的手擦Butter酱，简单的知识，全部跑去哪里了？...&lt;br /&gt;今天拿到球衣，我是15号，我还以为球衣是黄色很怪，他们配蓝，变好超帅掉了...&lt;br /&gt;为了让我的左右手，Lim Jia Sin下拔河，我借她了我的色组衣和短裤(I always have extra)，借回家了....&lt;br /&gt;水罐借给武士们喝...忘记拿回，不翼而飞....&lt;br /&gt;铅笔盒，file和ko-k card放在Lower没有拿回，Debate的题目我不知道，害我查词典查到半死...&lt;br /&gt;铃铃（孔铃惠）今天Wakil，没有来Sukan Tara，她很值得尊敬的，竟然在跳高的时候（最后一站）跑来帮我们一马，赢得了一分！跳高女生，只有6个女生过罢了，她们是铃铃、嘉惠学警、我、Ng Ee Wen(姐姐）、Tan Qi Xyuan、和一个不明中四女孩....嘉惠学警跳最Yeng...&lt;/span&gt; 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title='今天发生太多事了'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8692109290084916525</id><published>2009-05-15T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:01:48.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Back From CAMERON!!!!~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;从Cameron回来咯！！！&lt;br /&gt;超好玩的...！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我第一次到Cameron....&lt;br /&gt;跟家人一起去的....&lt;br /&gt;去三天两夜....&lt;br /&gt;本来是四天三夜的....&lt;br /&gt;因为我的妹妹们有“Half-Day Camp”&lt;br /&gt;所以就今天（星期四）回来了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期二早上，我去练Fomarsi....&lt;br /&gt;十一点半就跑出来了...&lt;br /&gt;因为有篮球在十二点...&lt;br /&gt;所以跑去吃....&lt;br /&gt;来不及了，我买了面包和牛奶....&lt;br /&gt;跑回学校慢慢吃....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃啊吃啊吃啊....&lt;br /&gt;12.15了....&lt;br /&gt;没有人来...&lt;br /&gt;我就SMS佩莹...&lt;br /&gt;哇！今天是6.30！！&lt;br /&gt;我记成星期四的了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几个KRS的朋友来到篮球场....&lt;br /&gt;谈天谈天....&lt;br /&gt;过后就去找洁伶她们吃东西....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她们到三号门吃....&lt;br /&gt;紫琳刚好来...吃啊吃啊....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后就回学校拿书包去等巴士....&lt;br /&gt;这时已经一点了...&lt;br /&gt;在巴士站等了一个小半时....&lt;br /&gt;睡了45分钟小时...&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4个小时后巴士才来....&lt;br /&gt;被一个好心的Auntie叫醒...&lt;br /&gt;2.45，我上了巴士...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踏巴士到BM Plaza....&lt;br /&gt;又转巴士到Sentosa....&lt;br /&gt;三点才到Office...&lt;br /&gt;累死人....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三点了...&lt;br /&gt;爸爸来Office载我....&lt;br /&gt;去Berapit看我的狗狗最后一眼....&lt;br /&gt;目的是拿衣服...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后又回到Sentosa...&lt;br /&gt;买了很多很多的糕点上车....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next，回家载我的妹妹....&lt;br /&gt;就出发了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爸爸想从Simpang Ampat那边上Highway....&lt;br /&gt;到了Simpang Ampat....&lt;br /&gt;我看到了你的Taman....&lt;br /&gt;不禁又想起你....&lt;br /&gt;我一直往来往去....&lt;br /&gt;很紧张似的....&lt;br /&gt;又想到原来我的戒指是寄到来这边的....&lt;br /&gt;就这样....&lt;br /&gt;我目不转睛地望着那个地方....&lt;br /&gt;越想越多....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;青灯亮了...&lt;br /&gt;过了那个地方....&lt;br /&gt;妹妹开始说话....&lt;br /&gt;我以为她发现我的不对劲...&lt;br /&gt;没想到她问了一个很笨的问题：&lt;br /&gt;“这里是Bukit Mertajam？因为有DNP Land的招牌”&lt;br /&gt;爸爸就从这边开始玩弄她....&lt;br /&gt;我没社么回复，只是松了一口气...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了Highway...&lt;br /&gt;我没睡...&lt;br /&gt;睡不着...&lt;br /&gt;就吃Karipap...&lt;br /&gt;吃Nasi Lemak...&lt;br /&gt;听MP3....&lt;br /&gt;没想到平时听到厌的歌....&lt;br /&gt;突然这么好听....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了山....&lt;br /&gt;脑子开始想我来Cameron的最大目的：&lt;br /&gt;吃Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;上到越高，就越冷...&lt;br /&gt;到了的时候，已经八点了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们就绕了整个Cameron...&lt;br /&gt;想找一个适合的地方休息...&lt;br /&gt;我们就找到了Equatorial...&lt;br /&gt;一夜RM220....&lt;br /&gt;Cameron最便宜的无疑是Hill's Lodge...&lt;br /&gt;一夜RM20....&lt;br /&gt;爸爸死都不肯让我们住这件可爱的小Motel....&lt;br /&gt;因为他当年躺在那肮脏的床...&lt;br /&gt;无法入睡....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in后...&lt;br /&gt;就去Night Market...&lt;br /&gt;今天我只买到两件衣服....&lt;br /&gt;（因为爸爸突然跟那个买衣服且会讲华文的Auntie很好）&lt;br /&gt;爸爸说他只给我们一百....&lt;br /&gt;要买社么，自己做Budget....&lt;br /&gt;我没有做到Budget...&lt;br /&gt;只是做市场调查罢了....&lt;br /&gt;隔天再回来买....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买了KFC回去吃...&lt;br /&gt;只有我一个人没吃...&lt;br /&gt;因为刚才吃Burger吃饱了....&lt;br /&gt;就这样...大家回去看戏吃KFC...&lt;br /&gt;我也发现我有了睡觉的Alarm Clock了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;八点多就醒了....&lt;br /&gt;闷到半死....&lt;br /&gt;就开Laptop来看戏....&lt;br /&gt;看了Ant Bully...&lt;br /&gt;就去冲洗....&lt;br /&gt;回来看What A Girl Wants看到一半....&lt;br /&gt;就要走了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走前，爸爸叫一个在打扫隔壁的Maid...&lt;br /&gt;叫她换毛巾...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们先去医肚子....&lt;br /&gt;兜啊兜啊...&lt;br /&gt;找到了一间很不错的港式餐厅：&lt;br /&gt;老字号/ Oldies And Goodies....&lt;br /&gt;我叫了烧肉饭....&lt;br /&gt;超好吃的！&lt;br /&gt;我是最早吃完....&lt;br /&gt;也是最吃离开的....&lt;br /&gt;因为三急...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11点了，我们就先去茶园：&lt;br /&gt;Boh Tea Farm....&lt;br /&gt;我们饶了很多山丘...&lt;br /&gt;才到这边来....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为要中午了...&lt;br /&gt;就开始会比较热....&lt;br /&gt;但是冷风还是有的....&lt;br /&gt;冷冷的气氛....&lt;br /&gt;热热的头发....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了茶园....&lt;br /&gt;这里有游乐场....&lt;br /&gt;鸡....&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Tinggi....&lt;br /&gt;淡米尔文小学.....&lt;br /&gt;（超小间的，各年级只有一个教室）&lt;br /&gt;= 一个Kampung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了这边，我们先去参观Process茶的过程...&lt;br /&gt;我进了工厂每到五分钟出来了....&lt;br /&gt;太香了....&lt;br /&gt;爸爸就叫我到对面的参观Counter等大家....&lt;br /&gt;我就到那个Counter走走...&lt;br /&gt;哇，要钱的，算了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我跑了很远很远....&lt;br /&gt;跑到了一个像阳台似的....&lt;br /&gt;可以观看整个茶园的一个Platform....&lt;br /&gt;那里有卖糕点和饮品....&lt;br /&gt;还有几个外国人...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我呆不久了....&lt;br /&gt;就自己跑到茶园玩.....&lt;br /&gt;沿着一条小路跑啊跑啊....&lt;br /&gt;跑到了一个很陌生的地方...&lt;br /&gt;我还以为这边有旅游者...&lt;br /&gt;没想到这么冷清的....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了，我就爬上一个山坡...&lt;br /&gt;超斜的...&lt;br /&gt;还不小心滑了一脚...&lt;br /&gt;整个脸吃进了茶树...&lt;br /&gt;还好没毁容...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我花了九牛二虎之力...&lt;br /&gt;终于爬到了这个小山顶....&lt;br /&gt;当然，也不忘了拍照....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拍完了照，我就要下去了....&lt;br /&gt;由于他的茶树种到很密...&lt;br /&gt;对不起茶树们....&lt;br /&gt;我知道你们的XX断掉很痛....&lt;br /&gt;但我不可能陪你们过年吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样....&lt;br /&gt;我找到了一个斜20度的开口下去...&lt;br /&gt;当我踏第一脚时...&lt;br /&gt;我整个人滑下去了....&lt;br /&gt;还好我有我有握着茶树的XX...&lt;br /&gt;否则有人要去医院了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时的情况就像一个人...&lt;br /&gt;在Tebing Tinggi掉下来...&lt;br /&gt;刚好捉着一个树枝....&lt;br /&gt;因此还没死...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我慢慢怕上来...&lt;br /&gt;尝试找另一个路口下去...&lt;br /&gt;我已经开始失去希望了....&lt;br /&gt;真的认为我可要卡在这山坡上了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我又找到了一个出口...&lt;br /&gt;虽然没把握...&lt;br /&gt;但我还是冲了啦！&lt;br /&gt;还好有一课种斜的茶树...&lt;br /&gt;就这样被我踩着下...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踩着那可树下...&lt;br /&gt;只是到山坡的一半....&lt;br /&gt;回头不是岸...&lt;br /&gt;我就这样跳了下去...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊....！！！&lt;br /&gt;我还活着....&lt;br /&gt;左边传来了脚步+水的声音...&lt;br /&gt;难道是有人来了？&lt;br /&gt;太好了！！&lt;br /&gt;转头...&lt;br /&gt;不是我想象的人...&lt;br /&gt;外劳....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怕怕地跟他们擦肩而过...&lt;br /&gt;怕他们骂我酱欺负茶树...&lt;br /&gt;还“突然出现”...&lt;br /&gt;我盯着他们的眼神...&lt;br /&gt;很怕很怕...&lt;br /&gt;没想到有一个跟我打招呼...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈！！恶梦过了....&lt;br /&gt;我用很快很快的速度沿着那两边有水流的路...&lt;br /&gt;跑回众多的地方....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！安全了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸刚好和妹妹们回来...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...他还是讲着电话....&lt;br /&gt;大忙人就是大忙人....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在这个时候...&lt;br /&gt;我就到那个Platform等...&lt;br /&gt;...又是你？&lt;br /&gt;昨晚在Night Market看到你了...&lt;br /&gt;现在又酱sui....&lt;br /&gt;在这边也看到你...&lt;br /&gt;你知道为社么我特别记得你吗？&lt;br /&gt;因为我昨晚第一眼看到你...&lt;br /&gt;就知道你是一个TB...&lt;br /&gt;染整头橙Brown色...&lt;br /&gt;剪Lugged的发型...&lt;br /&gt;身边绕女生...&lt;br /&gt;帅女孩...&lt;br /&gt;无疑就是.....&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;神好像要给我知道全世界都有酱...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电话讲完后...&lt;br /&gt;就拍照....&lt;br /&gt;然后就回了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了Carpark...&lt;br /&gt;我爸爸又在讲电话了...&lt;br /&gt;当我转头要看爸爸在哪时....&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;又看到你....&lt;br /&gt;哇老....&lt;br /&gt;你可以不要连回也要酱巧吗？&lt;br /&gt;我见到买衣服的Auntie都没比见到你多....&lt;br /&gt;算了算了....&lt;br /&gt;进车，听MP3，尽量认为这是一件很可爱的事...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后...就去别的地方玩了...&lt;br /&gt;去吃...&lt;br /&gt;STRAWBERRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;到了Equatorial的对面的Farm吃...&lt;br /&gt;加Ice-Cream...&lt;br /&gt;超好吃的....&lt;br /&gt;连叶子也吃了....&lt;br /&gt;RM7...一盒....&lt;br /&gt;也很贵...&lt;br /&gt;不过吃得很过瘾....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后就去Bee Farm....&lt;br /&gt;去看蜜蜂和花....&lt;br /&gt;到了那儿...&lt;br /&gt;第一个得到我的注意力的就是....&lt;br /&gt;鸡粪花....&lt;br /&gt;酱可爱的花....&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道为社么有酱难听的名....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas Itu，就拍照...&lt;br /&gt;拍蜜蜂们住的小屋子....&lt;br /&gt;拍了一个Warning Sign....&lt;br /&gt;拍了一个love形状的小湖....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到屋子里头...&lt;br /&gt;爸爸又在跟买卖的Auntie很好了...&lt;br /&gt;这次他跟她讲股票....&lt;br /&gt;我等到闷了....&lt;br /&gt;就看Banner....&lt;br /&gt;看到一个写着蜜蜂采Ivy Flower的东东....&lt;br /&gt;就立志要找这个Ivy flower拍下来....&lt;br /&gt;因为据我所知...&lt;br /&gt;Ivy好像没有Flower的....&lt;br /&gt;找啊找啊...&lt;br /&gt;我唯一的新发现是...&lt;br /&gt;这边也有养羊的....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸的话题也完了....&lt;br /&gt;我们也多了一个Member上车：&lt;br /&gt;蜜糖....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next，去买土产...&lt;br /&gt;我们买了几个Keychain和Motivation Cards...&lt;br /&gt;就朝附近的Time Tunnel Museum去...&lt;br /&gt;看看他的介绍后...&lt;br /&gt;我们没进去...&lt;br /&gt;因为进去只是看古董...&lt;br /&gt;要外国人进才有意思....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们又去吃Strawberry...&lt;br /&gt;终于达到我的愿望了：&lt;br /&gt;吃到怕...&lt;br /&gt;买了一盒RM10的Strawberry...&lt;br /&gt;参可以用来建屋子的Ice-Cream吃...&lt;br /&gt;吃到脸青青....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃啊吃啊吃啊....&lt;br /&gt;吃到Tea Shop...&lt;br /&gt;妹妹们叫了难吃的Carrot Cake两块....&lt;br /&gt;爸爸叫了最贵的茶....&lt;br /&gt;我叫了一个椅子和桌子来继续吃我的Strawberries+喝茶....&lt;br /&gt;Total...Rm30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5++就回Hotel....&lt;br /&gt;途中我睡掉了....&lt;br /&gt;醒来时我发现回到了...&lt;br /&gt;我就生气了...&lt;br /&gt;因为肚子很饿....&lt;br /&gt;吵了半天要吃KFC....&lt;br /&gt;现在要熬到8++....&lt;br /&gt;我要发疯了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样....&lt;br /&gt;我半睡半醒地在Carpark喊要吃KFC....&lt;br /&gt;爸爸很高心地硬硬问我几时去吃....&lt;br /&gt;我一直说现在....&lt;br /&gt;但他的动作跟我说的话没有默契...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了电梯...&lt;br /&gt;我还是吵要吃....&lt;br /&gt;旁边的陌生人只是静静看着我....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要进电梯时....&lt;br /&gt;我笑了....&lt;br /&gt;爸爸又再次问我几时去吃....&lt;br /&gt;我没有回答....&lt;br /&gt;只是傻傻地笑....&lt;br /&gt;小妹就骂我笨....&lt;br /&gt;我没生气....&lt;br /&gt;因为我看到KFC的纸袋看到醒了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;吃饱了....&lt;br /&gt;就去睡...&lt;br /&gt;眼睛开开地睡了两个小时....&lt;br /&gt;又要出去玩了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冲洗后...&lt;br /&gt;又去Night Market...&lt;br /&gt;看人变魔术...&lt;br /&gt;买了很多东西....&lt;br /&gt;我买了：鞋的Keychain，两件衣服，骨头手套，电话壳....&lt;br /&gt;Total 用了：RM90左右&lt;br /&gt;爸爸又在买东西的过程交了朋友....&lt;br /&gt;这次是马来朋友....&lt;br /&gt;如何认识？：&lt;br /&gt;通过政治话题....&lt;br /&gt;说社么要吃钱就不要吃到酱公开....&lt;br /&gt;所以要投Keadilan（不是公开的），不要投UMNO（公开的）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外，&lt;br /&gt;我爸爸在这次的Night Market之旅....&lt;br /&gt;增进了他的口才功夫....&lt;br /&gt;讨价还价讨得超恐怖的....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上，就去吃好吃的Steamboat....&lt;br /&gt;冷冷的天气....&lt;br /&gt;温温的蒸气....&lt;br /&gt;热热的食物....&lt;br /&gt;吃到过瘾！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上，我们收到了一个kiampak的%#&amp;amp;#信条....：&lt;br /&gt;Please be informed that the housekeeper(好象是Roomkeeper叻）complained about the beds being moved....bla bla bla....If you do not put it back in place, we shall impose an additional charge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈的...不要整理就静静嘛....&lt;br /&gt;跟我们讲，我们可以自己搬回去....&lt;br /&gt;我们知道，你不想整理，先下手为强....&lt;br /&gt;等着瞧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，一天就过了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，第三天，10++才醒....&lt;br /&gt;12++才check Out....&lt;br /&gt;在这个两个小时...&lt;br /&gt;我到Hotel四处参观....&lt;br /&gt;到五楼的游泳池参观....&lt;br /&gt;有一个Sign写要脱鞋...&lt;br /&gt;我没管...进去拍照....&lt;br /&gt;出来时，酱Sui，被管理的人看到...&lt;br /&gt;被警告...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我就跑到4楼，有一个会议在进行着...&lt;br /&gt;因此我赶快塔电梯到六楼会房间....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到房间....&lt;br /&gt;就整理那个死鬼Maid要我们整理的床...&lt;br /&gt;我和妹妹们故意乱乱折给她....&lt;br /&gt;我们也不知道那个床单的Formula...&lt;br /&gt;给她自己去排....&lt;br /&gt;我还想故意开一包零食倒在地上....&lt;br /&gt;结果爸爸说不可以....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check Out后...&lt;br /&gt;到了外面...&lt;br /&gt;看到两辆巴士写着PDRM...&lt;br /&gt;我就cekong...&lt;br /&gt;警察有巴士的咩？&lt;br /&gt;旅行？&lt;br /&gt;原来是来开会的....&lt;br /&gt;马来西亚酱多地方可以开....&lt;br /&gt;偏偏要跑来这边开....&lt;br /&gt;吃钱....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我们去走Pasar....&lt;br /&gt;买了Strawberries7盒...&lt;br /&gt;爸爸又跟买东西的姐姐谈天...&lt;br /&gt;他说他昨晚在Night Market听到她的声音...&lt;br /&gt;是全场最大声的...&lt;br /&gt;还说她昨天穿青青色的衣服....&lt;br /&gt;喊着：“买三盒送一盒”&lt;br /&gt;所以现在早上有没有送？&lt;br /&gt;那个姐姐冷到...&lt;br /&gt;就说没有，但她可以Offer...&lt;br /&gt;买七盒送三盒小的...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买了花....&lt;br /&gt;唯独我没买....&lt;br /&gt;买Ubi又去买仙人掌....&lt;br /&gt;哇哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;我买了一个超可爱的仙人掌....&lt;br /&gt;他的刺软软的...&lt;br /&gt;可以拿来疼....&lt;br /&gt;（我怕疼久了他会自卫，刺变硬掉）&lt;br /&gt;虽然不是最美，&lt;br /&gt;但我喜欢...&lt;br /&gt;就像我对你的感觉....&lt;br /&gt;另外一个刺是全场最尖的....&lt;br /&gt;（可以拿来防那个喝月X的鬼）&lt;br /&gt;但花最艳丽的...&lt;br /&gt;就像你在我的眼中....&lt;br /&gt;靠近很痛苦...&lt;br /&gt;但很美....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，又回到老字号吃...&lt;br /&gt;爸爸不给我们吃太饱因为他要带我们到Ipoh吃好料....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next，我们去Cactus Valley....&lt;br /&gt;去看看花花....&lt;br /&gt;摸摸仙人掌....&lt;br /&gt;拍拍几个照....&lt;br /&gt;就回了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼看我的Strawberries有限....（吃了三盒）&lt;br /&gt;就一直求爸爸再买....&lt;br /&gt;他说到Blue Valley才买....&lt;br /&gt;到了Blue Valley....&lt;br /&gt;哇老！！！整个Cameron最惨的地方....&lt;br /&gt;厕所外边有一堆X....&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries比这边Super卖的更烂....&lt;br /&gt;而且没有东西看....&lt;br /&gt;来这边不到3分钟就走了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后又到别的地方买Strawberries...&lt;br /&gt;结果太贵，不划算....&lt;br /&gt;就没买了...&lt;br /&gt;我只好省吃....&lt;br /&gt;我发现我没吃Strawberry一天很不习惯....&lt;br /&gt;因此，怕我回来后寿命有限....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在车上，就继续看我的What A Girl Wants...&lt;br /&gt;（用Laptop）&lt;br /&gt;结果没电了....&lt;br /&gt;就睡觉....&lt;br /&gt;整辆车好像搬家酱...&lt;br /&gt;挤到半死...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，我在路途中醒了...&lt;br /&gt;口水流满襟....&lt;br /&gt;骨头移位....&lt;br /&gt;眼睛不能再关....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样....&lt;br /&gt;我的旅程结束了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终结：&lt;br /&gt;CAMERON超爽！！！尤其是那个Boh Tea Farm！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸也交了六个朋友...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8692109290084916525?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8692109290084916525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8692109290084916525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8692109290084916525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8692109290084916525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-cameron.html' title='Back From CAMERON!!!!~~~~~'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-686982873535819908</id><published>2009-05-15T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:00:38.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>木瓜</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我最近怎么了？&lt;br /&gt;为社么我会爱上我恨的木瓜？&lt;br /&gt;我不知道为社么...&lt;br /&gt;我几乎每天在吃木瓜.....&lt;br /&gt;放学一片，回家一片....&lt;br /&gt;一个星期两粒....&lt;br /&gt;其实也是很奇怪啦...&lt;br /&gt;以前小时后妹妹常吵着吃木瓜...&lt;br /&gt;我都会在心里想：为社么这个地球有人要吃木瓜...？木瓜好吃mie?&lt;br /&gt;如今，我承认！我彭凯瑜，很爱，很爱，很爱，超爱木瓜....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但现在，每当我吃木瓜时...&lt;br /&gt;那曾经渴望木瓜的人毫无反应....&lt;br /&gt;爱累了吗？爱淡了吗？爱闷了吗？&lt;br /&gt;是不是等吃木瓜等太久，等累了吗？&lt;br /&gt;是不是忘记它的味道了，忘了它的魅力了吗？&lt;br /&gt;是不是只等木瓜等得好忠心，好多别的水果在勾引你呢？&lt;br /&gt;也许她学会控制自己了吧....&lt;br /&gt;学会放手，不用这么痛苦....&lt;br /&gt;现在看到木瓜了，还能对它没有反应.....&lt;br /&gt;太佩服了.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许木瓜不是白粉....&lt;br /&gt;也许你们不怎么知道木瓜的价值....&lt;br /&gt;也许木瓜在你们的眼中只是一个橙色的水果....&lt;br /&gt;也许木瓜在你们的眼中，大量地种了可以赚很多钱....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但在你们的生活中....&lt;br /&gt;是不是曾经有一个很普通的人....&lt;br /&gt;一个不怎么显眼，不怎么有地位，不怎么完美的人...&lt;br /&gt;在你们的世界有如宝般珍贵？&lt;br /&gt;你多么渴望他...&lt;br /&gt;但你等了很久...&lt;br /&gt;你等得很累....&lt;br /&gt;你等得太着急了...&lt;br /&gt;他也不会属于你....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都说了嘛，曾经咯....&lt;br /&gt;点头的人，恭喜你们咯....&lt;br /&gt;长大了，学会放手了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点头但突然间想不到社么是木瓜的人....&lt;br /&gt;你确定那是木瓜吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;犹豫然后迟钝地点头的人....&lt;br /&gt;承认了吧！&lt;br /&gt;你不是被爱情绑着的人...&lt;br /&gt;也恭喜....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点头然后有点伤心的....&lt;br /&gt;放手吧！&lt;br /&gt;以免受无谓的伤...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你们很生气....&lt;br /&gt;我把你们曾经给过幸福的人比喻成木瓜....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈....&lt;br /&gt;你们却把我不认识的人....&lt;br /&gt;比喻成你们的另一半....&lt;br /&gt;就像木瓜对我的价值...&lt;br /&gt;平起平坐了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我写这篇是要告诉一个也许或有机会或不可能会来读我的Blog的朋友....&lt;br /&gt;放手吧.....&lt;br /&gt;我看你爱得很Kang kor....&lt;br /&gt;我也觉得很Kang kor....&lt;br /&gt;我不忍心看你Kang Kor下去....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你没睡多久了....&lt;br /&gt;你为她牺牲了多少了....&lt;br /&gt;你忍着，眼睁睁地看着她幸福多久了....&lt;br /&gt;你为她写了多少篇Blog了....&lt;br /&gt;你担心她的心情，担心得多疯了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手吧朋友....&lt;br /&gt;如果一样东西注定一生都会是你的....&lt;br /&gt;你放手...&lt;br /&gt;把他丢得远远的....&lt;br /&gt;忘得一干二净的....&lt;br /&gt;不再联络他了....&lt;br /&gt;她也会回来的....&lt;br /&gt;但有条件哦.....&lt;br /&gt;她一回来....&lt;br /&gt;就注定一生是你的了....&lt;br /&gt;我可没发明丢这种的垃圾桶哦....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-686982873535819908?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/686982873535819908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=686982873535819908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/686982873535819908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/686982873535819908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='木瓜'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8137222085223653367</id><published>2009-03-15T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:32:16.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><title type='text'>Where's My Salary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't understand....&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you....&lt;br /&gt;for us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to care....&lt;br /&gt;I mean, It's so easy to get hooked up these days....&lt;br /&gt;Why I gave my heart to you the very first day I knew my responsiblity was.....&lt;br /&gt;being your secret admirer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never wanted to be one....&lt;br /&gt;I hate love...&lt;br /&gt;I don't encourage love....&lt;br /&gt;Love sucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I loved you all because I don't want my brother to feel bad about...&lt;br /&gt;me knowing her's...&lt;br /&gt;and she not knowing mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;It was only a lie...&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this....&lt;br /&gt;It was only a lie....&lt;br /&gt;It was only a lie, a white one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;My problem is...&lt;br /&gt;Am I not good enough for you...&lt;br /&gt;Come on, chill, I'm just a 15 year old kid who doesn't know how to play hula-hoop....&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so hard on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High expectations, me being "the one who can be handled by saying a few good words"....&lt;br /&gt;Funny eh?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I'm through!!&lt;br /&gt;Where's my salary....&lt;br /&gt;All I did for nothing....&lt;br /&gt;Stupid investments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you...&lt;br /&gt;Really,I did it because I wanted to cover up my white lie...&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;There was this...resistance and lack-of-chemistry thingy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this matchmaker( I know it's not your fault, thanks anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Who made us hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Being a truthful kid, no, I don't feel anything good....&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel exotic....&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel sexually aroused....&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel pleasurable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I feel is....&lt;br /&gt;Me having to take care and love you because you know I love you and I'm supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit....&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we're not officially hooked up....&lt;br /&gt;And again, chill....&lt;br /&gt;For Jesus Christ's sake, if you don't think we have a future....&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me!!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;Scream at me!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate more about you is taking me for granted....&lt;br /&gt;No free meals girl....&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to worry every friggin' month for your menstruation pain....&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to memorize useless things like your birthday and Valentine's day.....&lt;br /&gt;(There's supposed to be Christmas but I'm a Christian)&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to freak out when you appear....&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to go through any sleepless nights thinking about your birthday present....&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to worry so much about your thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, and again, tell me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me that you're not paying me....&lt;br /&gt;Shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy huh?&lt;br /&gt;Watching me shout in pain and agony....&lt;br /&gt;Like you tend to care....&lt;br /&gt;Watching me run all over the town just to make you happy...&lt;br /&gt;Even the street dogs recognize me....&lt;br /&gt;Watching me being stupid....&lt;br /&gt;But you never loved me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, is your heart made of aluminium....??&lt;br /&gt;I thought, you're perfectly normal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm supposed to be in the abnormal golongan....&lt;br /&gt;BUT AT LEAST MY HEART IS MADE OF MEAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's your problem....&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't have "that"....??&lt;br /&gt;Or because you want to save face?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it you think I'm not good enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind you're not accepting me....&lt;br /&gt;But YOU SHOULD TELL ME EARLIER DAMN IT.....&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to make me think this is working out....&lt;br /&gt;Just because you want some presents....&lt;br /&gt;You can just have the money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inconsolable right now....&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't lie at the start now....&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me...Hahaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day on, I'm not gonna see you or have anything to do with you....&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;Nor see you...&lt;br /&gt;Nor hate you....&lt;br /&gt;Nor love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson....&lt;br /&gt;Precious those who precious you than precious those who will never precious you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm just gonna say....&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm not up for the job....&lt;br /&gt;But I think I am better than you!!!&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who doesn't deserve me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for being grown-up...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now who wants another round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8137222085223653367?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8137222085223653367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8137222085223653367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8137222085223653367'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Yo! Back From One Hellva Heaven!!</title><content type='html'>Yo people I'm back from Chung Ling...Of course...&lt;br /&gt;It was great and I learnt many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we lost at every competition...&lt;br /&gt;But it's the experience that we're going for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Ling was located at Butterworth so we'll have to go there by bus actually...&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the area was big but the facility was not as many as our school...&lt;br /&gt;Poor people, they only got 2 basketball courts and a field (but bigger than our school's)...&lt;br /&gt;While we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 basketball courts with one roofed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 tennis court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 volleyball courts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 fields, one for 100m run, one for 200 run and one for throwing javelins or disc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 4 mini fields that are for decoration or activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? But our school is some sorta more...umm...following the graffiti and street trend as we have (I think) at least 2000 kinds of table that comes with your timetable,the latest slut list, lyrics, confessions from other people to other people,"I love you" words,holes, wrapped paper, singers, actors and actresses, I-hate-exam confessions and of course, graffiti while Chung Ling has 30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back over here...&lt;br /&gt;I lost the basketball game...&lt;br /&gt;Cause we lack of teamwork and of course, training...&lt;br /&gt;They announce through the big speaker they have that we can train between 8 to 4...&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are stopped and called back to our hostels(classroom) when we are on our way to the courts...&lt;br /&gt;Their reason : " Cause it is not fair for other teams if they don't train, and cause we lack of courts..."&lt;br /&gt;Then whyda hell they announce that in the first place!!!?!&lt;br /&gt;Their committee suckz...&lt;br /&gt;As if our face is made of bullet-proof leather or somethin'!!&lt;br /&gt;Shyt, change the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,there was this arguing going on about whether should our school's scouts (Jit Sin Scouts) are to rematch with us again (Jit Sin Girls' Police Cadet)...&lt;br /&gt;My cadet's committee told me it doesn't matter if the scouts did compete with us or not...&lt;br /&gt;The Penang's Bin Hua girls' high's girl guides won the game...&lt;br /&gt;I was happy I lost cause they were really Goo~d...&lt;br /&gt;The scouts' commitee kept debatin' with the Chung Ling's commitee...&lt;br /&gt;The scouts said the judge told them winners are the ones who got the most balls in da hoop...&lt;br /&gt;The CL committee said the match is based on disqualification...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;1st round: Scouts VS Guides...Guides won&lt;br /&gt;2nd round: Guides VS cadets...Guides won&lt;br /&gt;Scouts say: Where's the third round?(Scouts VS Cadets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scouts wanted us to compete with them so that we can purposely lose to them and let them get points and let birds of the same flock but not colour win.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 8.30 night (First day), We all got into a room...&lt;br /&gt;And...The debate starts!!&lt;br /&gt;Four representives...The Cadets, The Scouts, The Guides and the CL commitee...&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention one more? The Bin Hua busy boys...&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll just call them BB...Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scouts...Full of sound and fury...&lt;br /&gt;The guides...Only have the shield and reinforcement BB army...&lt;br /&gt;The BBs...Are here to help the guides because they are from the same school (Or their schools have the same name?)...They have nothing to do with this...&lt;br /&gt;The Cadets...We don't talk much (Because we profit from either results)...&lt;br /&gt;The CL CMT...Headed by the president, debates with the Scouts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the debate is half way there, my commitee leaves and asked me to sit down and listen to the debate...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I said something wrong like: We cadets don't have the time to rematch...(Seems like bombing the scouts which is not funny)&lt;br /&gt;The Scouts then surrenders (maybe due to my stupidility) and one of them cries...&lt;br /&gt;I asked her:" Why not go on and fight for yourself?", still not knowing that I had said somethin' wrong...&lt;br /&gt;All she said was: It's no use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I informed my committee and the other scout's committee and I dunno what happens next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about our room...&lt;br /&gt;We were to sleep in a very clean classroom (Thank God!)&lt;br /&gt;It was great and we brought many bottles of water...&lt;br /&gt;Like nearly a hundred with us...&lt;br /&gt;And our luggages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was seperated in half...&lt;br /&gt;There were two rows of tables in the middle of the classroom...&lt;br /&gt;There was enough sunlight and fresh air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it's high enough, fourth floor...&lt;br /&gt;When it's nighty nite time, it gets chilly chilling cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear two shirts at once to prevent myself being shocked after finding out I'm frozen the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melempuh halangan aka Iron Man Challenge...&lt;br /&gt;We lost too...&lt;br /&gt;There were like 30 stations and some of them requires some scout and guides knowledge which cadets don't learn...&lt;br /&gt;There's one stage which they called us to climb the street lamp pole to the second floor...&lt;br /&gt;"Good planning!!" They never thought that people would fall down and die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't try that (We're too cute to die anyways)&lt;br /&gt;There was a station like an archery test...&lt;br /&gt;We need to shoot the arrow right in the stated circles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one about climbing walls...&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of heights and felt like crying when I was ordered to get down...&lt;br /&gt;But climbing the trees wasn't so bad after all (Althought it's higher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we left 8 challenges when the time ends...&lt;br /&gt;The winner is Jit Sin Scouts (Boys' team) with all challenges won...&lt;br /&gt;The second is I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;The third is Jit Sin Scouts (Girls' team) with one challenge left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these lets me know that although we cadets are strong, but we still need to work hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the item thingy...&lt;br /&gt;We did good actually...&lt;br /&gt;But the whole thing was like...&lt;br /&gt;Not enough crew to be seen by the big crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;We cadets didn't earn any major cup...&lt;br /&gt;Because we're weak compared to them...&lt;br /&gt;People from around the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kinda miss the food( It's was cheap)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the classroom, it was cozy and mosquitie-free...&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the basketball court( Where's the hoop?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the CL commitee (They suck)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the campfire ( It was GREAT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we have something like this in the future...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we ever did have one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4101155249913463933?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4101155249913463933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4101155249913463933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4101155249913463933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4101155249913463933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-back-from-one-hellva-heaven.html' title='Yo! Back From One Hellva Heaven!!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-17981389181812150</id><published>2008-12-17T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:29:18.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>*~Chung Ling Campfire~*</title><content type='html'>Hahas...I'm off to Chung Ling this Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;Until Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to stay back and attend a meeting until 12...&lt;br /&gt;After that, I guess I will go to basketball practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Chung Ling campfire was a national invitation...&lt;br /&gt;Only the scouts and girl guides are welcomed...&lt;br /&gt;But since some of us have social ways to get through this...&lt;br /&gt;Our school's KRS and KPW (My uniform body) are joinin' the party too!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!! I mean we get to play lots of stuff....&lt;br /&gt;Meet lots of people from all over the country!!&lt;br /&gt;And most of all...Get some experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chosen to join "melempuh halangan"( Some sorta tough physical thingy), fashion show and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...I'm not sure we're gonna win this...&lt;br /&gt;Because dears, THIS IS NATIONAL!!&lt;br /&gt;As for the melempuh halangan thingy, I have less doubts than the basketball com...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we don't have this 3-3 com in the bag because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, we do not practise for Buddha's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a major problem communicating with that...short-tempered and short-heighted girl who scolds people for helping her and somewhat lost during activity...&lt;br /&gt;3. Only I know how to bank shot...(God save me)&lt;br /&gt;4. None of us is over 160cm but there's someone over 170cm tall but not on the team (Boiling)...&lt;br /&gt;5. (I hate this one the most) I can't do anything because if I suggest another person, the first one going to be kicked out is me (They don't wanna me to tire out due to the melempuh halangan com being arranged before the b-ball com)&lt;br /&gt;6.That short-heighted girl loves to break the rules, and I can't tell her the rules (Because she's a lost mermaid from the Atlantic empire)&lt;br /&gt;7. I haven't told Zhi Ling all the game plans...&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm not sure whether we're competiting with boys...&lt;br /&gt;9. May God bless us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to lose...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hates to lose...&lt;br /&gt;This is a good chance because...&lt;br /&gt;Uniform body members are not that professional at basketball...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine losing to people who don't even know how to dribble a ball...&lt;br /&gt;That would be a disgrace to my coach and my school and my KPW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll stop here...&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue after I get back from Chung Ling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-17981389181812150?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/17981389181812150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8367622430206805256</id><published>2008-12-09T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:00:08.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Time In Love'/><title type='text'>～*Enjoy Day 2008*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Day 回来咯！！&lt;br /&gt;超好玩的！！可惜太短...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;就从第一天开始讲起：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ivy！！醒来了！！” 有人叫着我...&lt;br /&gt;我从梦中惊醒...啊！！！！！！&lt;br /&gt;8.02了！Oh Migawd....&lt;br /&gt;我用神速冲凉换衣...&lt;br /&gt;结果到了学校....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ivy ar.....”....听习惯了....&lt;br /&gt;全部人都在等我了...&lt;br /&gt;“为社么迟到？” Xin Yi 文官和带队的印度老师问......&lt;br /&gt;“梦到你所以不想醒嘛！”&lt;br /&gt;结果被逼请吃...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出发了！我们在途中玩牌...玩Uno...&lt;br /&gt;但是叫名字的...&lt;br /&gt;结果我连输两盘...&lt;br /&gt;罚我跳Banana....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...我就拖时间，说下巴士才跳，以为她们会忘记...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了Youth Park(青年公园）.....................&lt;br /&gt;Yeah！！到了！！想当年我第一次来这边时是一日游...&lt;br /&gt;但来这边是跑Station Game酱的...&lt;br /&gt;结果没好好玩玩...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...先在终于用机会扮猴子...&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一下巴士....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！可以冲了！！&lt;br /&gt;等下！！！&lt;br /&gt;Ivy！跳Banana啊！！&lt;br /&gt;惨...她们竟然记得！要溜也难了....T.T&lt;br /&gt;结果跳咯....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...吃完我猴子的水果后就可以玩了！！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...路途中要过一个很大的水沟...&lt;br /&gt;诗珊还有几个竟然能直接跳过...-_-''''&lt;br /&gt;我可不想为了扮Cool而酱年轻就死...&lt;br /&gt;就只好踏它的支过...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，过了以后，我发现有人跟我一样叻....&lt;br /&gt;由于是过来人，就把手伸给Ee Teng文官...&lt;br /&gt;“不用啦，你以为我不会过咩...”，她也是踏支过...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！到了！Monkey发疯的时间！！&lt;br /&gt;可惜Chooi Wen文官有带拍，没带羽球...哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;否则那两个小时我用来打球了...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...过后我就跟雪莉自拍...（第一次自拍）...&lt;br /&gt;过后就去走走...&lt;br /&gt;有泳池，Skateboarding的地盘，和一间像Church的厕所...&lt;br /&gt;在"Church"的前面，有一些小孩子在打Taekwondo...&lt;br /&gt;我就一直在看他们...因为我觉得Taekwondo很yeng....（可惜没学了）...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next，就去吃，去吃Laksa，Nasi Lemak，Ice-Cream等之类的...&lt;br /&gt;给我们的父母知道我们七早八早就吃辣与冷的东西的话...哈哈哈哈哈...Xu～～～静静.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们就在这时遇上Form 4...（她们也饿了....）&lt;br /&gt;哇靠！！她们要我请吃Ice-Cream（还好她们没有把早上我与周公的爱情故事拿出来罢了...哈哈哈哈！！）&lt;br /&gt;好咯，就买了一个RM2的Ice-Cream请全部...&lt;br /&gt;我们的乌龟竟然酱大方....&lt;br /&gt;买给我们一人一支Ice-Cream（谢谢！！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;吃得饱饱后就再去玩...&lt;br /&gt;我们这群大小孩就跑去玩Outdoor的Exercise Equipment...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈...玩玩玩啊...&lt;br /&gt;只有我和雪莉没玩太多罢了，因为太饱了...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，这时，Lui的肚子痛（吃的东西...）&lt;br /&gt;最可爱的是，有人也会玩到割到留血...（Jie Ling还活着）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后就去玩Monkey Bar...&lt;br /&gt;几个CMT坐在上面拍照...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，我也要抢镜头！&lt;br /&gt;毫不顾虑就爬上去了...&lt;br /&gt;拍照后才发现不会下去T.T...&lt;br /&gt;它的洞大到我整个人都可以跌进去...&lt;br /&gt;还好乌龟教我如何下...否则我要在上面过夜了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间到了，我们就上巴士去吃...&lt;br /&gt;上巴士之前，我Yam Yam地看着凯韵副主席...&lt;br /&gt;“为社么你酱Yam?”&lt;br /&gt;“我...我...想叫你一声：Siew Khai Yin”&lt;br /&gt;结果她用水罐打我的屁屁...（被性虐待）&lt;br /&gt;“啊...都三年没叫了！”&lt;br /&gt;我就上巴士了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了一间生意兴隆的餐厅...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，没位了，只好坐进Air-Con Room...&lt;br /&gt;过后Form 3进来了，他们饱了，就在那边玩真心话大冒险...&lt;br /&gt;结果她们太吵了，被两个Uncle骂...&lt;br /&gt;看到那个Botak head 的Uncle就有点怕...（其实两个都是啦，那个比较年轻的）&lt;br /&gt;他的眼神....很恐怖...&lt;br /&gt;我不知道是被惊吓过度，结果静了五分钟...（对我来讲很难得了）&lt;br /&gt;文官怕我们饿（因为我们没吃东西，早上吃了），就叫我们打包...&lt;br /&gt;我和Jie Ling就去打包Lo Bak...&lt;br /&gt;结果RM16.80.....&lt;br /&gt;真是很贵咯....才几样东西罢了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu，我们就要回Copthorne Hotel了...(Lao Beh Hotel来的，哈哈，不要酱稀奇地看着我啦！都公开的...）&lt;br /&gt;Check-in后，我们就去换成沙滩装...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，过后就坐巴士到Paradise Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;从里面走到沙滩...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，过后就很高兴，我这只鱼很久没接触（大量的）水，也就是说海...&lt;br /&gt;在里面游啊游啊...&lt;br /&gt;由于她们怕鱼类和非鱼类被溺死，因此限制了我们游的地方（结果大家还是游了很远，远到脚动不到地的都有）&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，为了等下的建城堡比赛，我们一直拾贝壳...&lt;br /&gt;只知道贝壳少了，想当年，贝壳多到怕，现在超少的...（有可能以后还可以拿来卖Gok！）&lt;br /&gt;顺便在这边提醒大家...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;爱护我们的地球...&lt;/span&gt; （哈哈哈，要绝种也是企鹅津津（雪莉）先绝种《 《 自私的想法）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们大家就去玩Banana Boat...&lt;br /&gt;Form 2只有我要玩翻的...&lt;br /&gt;结果轮到我们（有翻的）...&lt;br /&gt;他们不给了，因为怕有水母...&lt;br /&gt;闷咯，要翻的才爽嘛....&lt;br /&gt;不过趁机吃海风啦...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我和Lyn-Hui文官就去玩降落伞的...&lt;br /&gt;一次RM40... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyn-Hui文官在那边讨价还价，结果那个Uncle讲：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“哇？RM30，那你就要请我喝Coca-Cola咯！”，说着便做出一个喝罐头汽水的样子...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们也束手无策了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哈哈哈，我的Monkey Brother（Form 3）也有有玩，他跟爱微学警玩...&lt;br /&gt;过后Brother跑来跟我换...&lt;br /&gt;结果Lyn-Hui文官说她要我，因为我会游泳....-_-"''&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，我的Brother很聪明，硬硬去粘文官...&lt;br /&gt;结果文官只好带他了...&lt;br /&gt;我就跟爱微学警...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在空中，好美啊...好浪漫哦...&lt;br /&gt;这时就想到诗珊说在这时求婚...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，她真的是浪漫主义者....&lt;br /&gt;不知道为社么我一直在上面喘气...&lt;br /&gt;应该是Oxygen少的关系吧....&lt;br /&gt;下来时，没站稳，结果摩擦到...（好痛）&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;过了不久，我有机会跟Form 1 说话了....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因为Ong Yan Pin（Form 1）的眼镜被冲进海！！哈哈哈哈哈...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;结果大家合力找，都找不到...&lt;br /&gt;（也许给海龙王戴了）&lt;br /&gt;Joyce（Form 1）我一直游到深的地方去找...&lt;br /&gt;但一直被赶回来T.T...&lt;br /&gt;最后没时间了，就回Hotel冲凉...（十分对不起，我们尽力了...）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走到外面大马路上巴士的路程....&lt;br /&gt;我就和Lyn-Hui文官谈天...&lt;br /&gt;我们就谈啊谈啊...&lt;br /&gt;经过一间很多狗的家...&lt;br /&gt;就谈关于狗...&lt;br /&gt;那边有一只Spanish Cocktail，English Cocktail，两只Brown的杂狗，和一只不知道St.Burnett社么的...（蛮大只的，大到可以骑，你超过30公斤就不用讲）...&lt;br /&gt;（管他St.Bodoh，St.Burner，还是St.Badawi，总之是St.开头就Betul了啦！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话题又转到猫....&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官说她比猫还要喜欢狗...&lt;br /&gt;她喜欢猫静静斯文的样子...&lt;br /&gt;（我本身也喜欢猫）我就说我喜欢猫因为它可爱（有很多毛的动物我都喜欢的啦，管它吃不吃水瓶座的人）&lt;br /&gt;但我却没跟她说我讨厌猫发春叫的声音（否则就要开一场辩论赛了咯，她酱厉害转怎么比得了？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚上.... 回到了Hotel&lt;br /&gt;拿了BBQ用的东西，就走回Paradise Hotel的沙滩...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，Lyn-Hui文官竟然走错路，还好Ee Teng文官记得路...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，结果全部在前头的人（走错路的人）听到狗叫的声音，都冲回来哈哈哈哈....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了沙滩...&lt;br /&gt;左边有个小摊，右边有人点蜡烛，有人死....（Ouch，被打）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;其实他们也是来BBQ的啦...&lt;br /&gt;一家人来BBQ～～哈哈哈哈～～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;们放了草席，就开始起火...&lt;br /&gt;那个火炭很厚，不知道要怎样起，也没有弄小片一点...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，还好另外一个带队的男印度老师和Mr.Padma帮我们起火...&lt;br /&gt;听了他的话，放了Butter，过了两个小时，我们就起到火了...&lt;br /&gt;那个Lui和乌龟一直在那边烤食物...&lt;br /&gt;我就拼命吃...（吃了很多不够熟的鸡肉）&lt;br /&gt;最后，我成为了Waitress，一直捧食物给那些上瘾烧烤食物的人.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;（对不起Grace文官，没有烤给你吃...）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们就开始玩...&lt;br /&gt;大家一直向大海唱歌...&lt;br /&gt;向大海跳Tu Tu车...&lt;br /&gt;向大海跳Banana...&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官却向大海骂道....（失恋瓜，还是看太多“沿海公路的出口”的MV?）&lt;br /&gt;我刚好在她的前面，周围不知道的人都以为她在骂我....&lt;br /&gt;我也跟她玩：“我没有做对不起你的事！！！！！！”&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈，好兴奋，过后就围在一起听歌，玩Bear，和Musical Chair...&lt;br /&gt;没想到，我的全家人都也在沙滩！！&lt;br /&gt;他们来拿我的Handphone给我(早上忘记拿）&lt;br /&gt;还好他们来，我剩下RM10罢了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩真心话大冒险时，文官竟然叫我的brother去跟我的家人tend说他很会建城堡...（他们不知道是我的家人）&lt;br /&gt;最后我叫他们换任务，他们很奇怪，我说要保护我的Brother嘛....&lt;br /&gt;还好最后没去到....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有一场，Goh Jia Min（Form 1）中...&lt;br /&gt;结果Form 1 说她很自恋...&lt;br /&gt;所以叫她去跟围在一旁的Form 4 讲说她很美...&lt;br /&gt;Form 3的E Wen这时出了很可爱的Idea：&lt;br /&gt;她叫Goh Jia Min说：“我酱美怎么办？”&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;我们笑到傻掉...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩完后，我们就走回Hotel....&lt;br /&gt;途中，我就跟Chooi Wen文官说话...&lt;br /&gt;她一直和我谈关于乐珊军官....&lt;br /&gt;说社么写她的毕业留言社么的...&lt;br /&gt;过后又讲没有写...&lt;br /&gt;最后又讲有写....&lt;br /&gt;不知道为社么我没有Pek Chek...&lt;br /&gt;应该是太注意跟前面的Form 2讲话了吧....&lt;br /&gt;（哈哈哈哈，玩不到我吧！！）&lt;br /&gt;除了这个，我一直在找话题，没有的话很闷...&lt;br /&gt;讲来讲去也是讲军官...&lt;br /&gt;文官说她很累...&lt;br /&gt;我就一直在路旁吵她，吵说要喝Milo（反正她不可能睡的嘛....）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后到了Hotel....&lt;br /&gt;本来要找她玩的，但她一定是要睡了...&lt;br /&gt;所以就跑去准准对面的1114号房跟Form 4和我的brother玩....&lt;br /&gt;Zoe和Jie Ling没跟来，她们太累了....&lt;br /&gt;Jie Ling和Form 1她们洗了碗，应该是很累了吧...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，喝了Sue Li泡给我的Milo，就去睡了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时候很吵..&lt;br /&gt;我根本就没见到周公....&lt;br /&gt;只好躺在那边自己发梦...&lt;br /&gt;想到了很多不三不四的东西...&lt;br /&gt;不过最后真的睡掉了...&lt;br /&gt;我们大家应该在1.30到的...&lt;br /&gt;我醒来时已经1.45...&lt;br /&gt;我直接吓到...&lt;br /&gt;冲冲忙忙地跑去1114号房...&lt;br /&gt;最后，大家说还不用去gok...&lt;br /&gt;我才放心...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久，我们就去了房间...&lt;br /&gt;在房间，我们玩各种各样的游戏：&lt;br /&gt;Killer，Uno Stacko，Uno，叫名字的，和Chor Dai Di....&lt;br /&gt;那个叫名字的最好玩的...&lt;br /&gt;Lui可怜到半死...&lt;br /&gt;名字都是一个字的：点心：包，Cartoon：Bolt，歌名：疯&lt;br /&gt;我的Brother不知道吃了社么点心，竟然有一个Ortubak出来...（黑猪肉）&lt;br /&gt;来自点心家的副主席就说没有这种点心的...&lt;br /&gt;但我们还是照用...&lt;br /&gt;有可能她要发明新的一种点心咯，叫做：Ortubak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，跟她们玩得很爽...&lt;br /&gt;最后不知道为社么，我也很想睡...&lt;br /&gt;就回房了...3.28....哇...酱迟了！！&lt;br /&gt;就赶快去睡了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早上....&lt;br /&gt;哇，谁讲话酱大声...&lt;br /&gt;吵醒我了啦...&lt;br /&gt;冷到半死，还好诗珊妈妈晚上帮我盖被...&lt;br /&gt;没有的话我也不会坐在这边打Blog了啦....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈...好好躺哦...我很幸福地在床上躺了五分钟....&lt;br /&gt;整张床都属于我（没有人要跟我睡的好处）&lt;br /&gt;最后还是要醒来去吃早餐Buffet...（哇哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈！！！！）&lt;br /&gt;诶？为社么诗珊和Bolt（Lui)才刚刚进来...&lt;br /&gt;我就问：“诶，为社么你们刚刚进来？”&lt;br /&gt;“我们去睡CMT的房”&lt;br /&gt;“那你们的床是谁睡啊？”&lt;br /&gt;“凯韵和Ee Teng咯...”&lt;br /&gt;我这是才teh...我根本没注意到她们有进来...&lt;br /&gt;还好Lyn-Hui文官和Chooi Wen文官没有进来咯....&lt;br /&gt;否则她们一定要我睡跟她们的....（暗爽）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我和乌龟和几个Form 4就去餐厅......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可爱的是Jing Yin学警的Ticket不能用...&lt;br /&gt;日期写着7/12，很奇怪叻...那天早上我们都还没Check-In...&lt;br /&gt;Noob Hotel 就是Noob Hotel....&lt;br /&gt;不过没有Ticket的人也偷偷溜进来吃了...&lt;br /&gt;好高兴哦！！喝了很多牛奶...&lt;br /&gt;过后很闷，就想说去Form 4的桌子玩一下...&lt;br /&gt;凯韵副主席问了一个很废的问题....&lt;br /&gt;“这是社么？”她指着我的牛奶...&lt;br /&gt;我也跟她一起玩废：“精子”.............................................&lt;br /&gt;回座后，我不知道我还喝得下吗.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3在泳池游泳...&lt;br /&gt;本来我们Form 2想穿便服下去游的...&lt;br /&gt;看到Form 3 给我们做示范就打消念头了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饱后我们就回去房间...&lt;br /&gt;我就先去冲凉...&lt;br /&gt;出来后一直像小孩子酱跳床...&lt;br /&gt;然后就看电视听歌，刚好一首很好听的歌出，就在那边唱歌...&lt;br /&gt;Ee Teng文官懒洋洋地躺在床上看电视...&lt;br /&gt;钿铭文官就跟我们说话...&lt;br /&gt;其中一首歌是酱的：（Mambo Number 5 by Lou Bega)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Mambo number five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, five, everybody in the car so come on let's ride.....&lt;br /&gt;To the liquor store around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;The boys say they want some gin and juice but I really don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;Beerbust like I had last week.&lt;br /&gt;I must stay deep 'cause talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita.&lt;br /&gt;And as I continue, you know they're getting sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? I really beg you my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;To me flirting is just like a sport.&lt;br /&gt;Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it.&lt;br /&gt;Please set it in the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mambo number five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and down and move it all around.&lt;br /&gt;Shake your head to the sound, put your hands on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Take one step left and one step right.&lt;br /&gt;One to the front and one to the side.&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice&lt;br /&gt;And if it look like this then you're doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpet, the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;Mambo number five, ha, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Monica in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Erica by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Rita's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tina's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Sandra in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Mary all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Jessica here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your man!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all to fall in love with a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't run and you can't hide.&lt;br /&gt;You and me gonna touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Mambo number five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我改版后：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Enjoy Day 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...One, two, three, four, five, everybody in the bus so come on let's ride.....&lt;br /&gt;To the Paradise around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;The girls say they want some ice and juice but I really don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;Sarsi like I had last week.&lt;br /&gt;I must stay cool 'cause talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I like Neoh Jia Hui, Pang Tze San, Chai Ching and Xin Yi.&lt;br /&gt;And as I continue, you know they're getting sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? I really beg you my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;To me flirting is just like a game.&lt;br /&gt;Anything fly, it's all good let me play them.&lt;br /&gt;Please set it in the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Siew Khai Yin in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tan Ee Teng by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tze San's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Chooi Wen's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Xin Yi in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Lyn-Hui all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Loh Tien Min here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your fish!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance up and down and move it all around.&lt;br /&gt;Shake your head to the music, put your hands on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Shake to the left and to the right.&lt;br /&gt;Shake to the front and shake to the side.&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hands once and swing your hands twice&lt;br /&gt;And if it look like this then you're doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Siew Khai Yin in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tan Ee Teng by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tze San's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Chooi Wen's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Xin Yi in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Lyn-Hui all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Loh Tien Min here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your fish!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting, the Best Game.&lt;br /&gt;Mambo number five, ha, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Siew Khai Yin in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tan Ee Teng by my side.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Tze San's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Chooi Wen's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Xin Yi in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Lyn-Hui all night long.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Loh Tien Min here I am,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of you makes me your fish!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all to parachute with a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't run and you can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;You and me gonna touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Mambo number five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我这首歌很欠打...哈哈哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;不过让我玩玩一下嘛....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后就无聊一点，跟Form 1玩“在天台打招呼”...&lt;br /&gt;刚好Form3也在天台，大家就一起玩...&lt;br /&gt;嘉惠学警跟我比手语，要我从天台跳下去...&lt;br /&gt;我比回去，要不要踏椅子才跳？&lt;br /&gt;她说要，我说不要...两个人一直在那边拉来拉去...&lt;br /&gt;最后玩累了就进去...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我Sienz，就跑去1114号房玩...&lt;br /&gt;凯韵副主席穿到酱美...&lt;br /&gt;一定被人泡的...&lt;br /&gt;过后我就跟我的brother说话...&lt;br /&gt;Ee Teng文官不知道为社么一直在那边笑...&lt;br /&gt;她说她很喜欢听我们两个讲话...&lt;br /&gt;结果不好笑也给她做好像掉了... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;全部人就一直在那边笑咯...哈哈哈哈哈～～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next，我又太Sienz...&lt;br /&gt;趁全部人不单纯就直接问：“谁是TG?"&lt;br /&gt;全部人都说：Har？？&lt;br /&gt;我：哈哈啊！全部人都说har（是的意思）...&lt;br /&gt;结果我和Brother就跟她们解释TB和TG...&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi文官好像对这些很感兴趣...&lt;br /&gt;结果大家就在那边谈关于Les了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话题又转到凯韵副主席...&lt;br /&gt;一直说她穿酱美...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;讲她的衣服...讲她的裤...讲她的美貌....&lt;br /&gt;说真的，她是标准的完美人来的...&lt;br /&gt;聪明，有成就，幽默，性感，有趣，可爱，体贴，明白事理，关心...&lt;br /&gt;相信拜在她的石榴裙下的人不少吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;说啊说啊说...&lt;br /&gt;又说到猫....（整天讲关于这些毛球的啦....）&lt;br /&gt;我和我的Brother就在那边讲...&lt;br /&gt;Brother：“我不喜欢猫....”&lt;br /&gt;我：“Lyn-Hui文官喜欢猫啊....”&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈！！这时就想到一集Powerpuff Girls的戏...&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff Girls的“爸爸”，那个博士（不要问我全名），爱上她们的幼稚园老师（也不要问我她的名）...&lt;br /&gt;结果分手因为博士不喜欢猫，老师却很爱猫...&lt;br /&gt;一个吵说猫很Gai，一个吵说猫想天使...&lt;br /&gt;（我讲爽的的har...并不代表恋人的不一样会导致分手）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回来回来，这时，我就趁机会...&lt;br /&gt;把我昨天要跟Lyn-Hui文官说的话全部Bla出来....&lt;br /&gt;我：“我讨厌猫发春咯....吵到半死...害我以为我遇到那种会跟Baby玩的鬼（不要问我那只鬼的名字）...Bla...Bla...Bla...”&lt;br /&gt;全场也没有话好酱...（我太激动了吧？）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回房间，我们就观赏Transformers...&lt;br /&gt;看到很精彩的一半，我们要走了...&lt;br /&gt;Check-Out当儿，我们玩拍照，拍了很多张...&lt;br /&gt;其中一张是Form 2 的...&lt;br /&gt;拍出来后，诶？为社么有一个Lyn-Hui文官在后面的？&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，问她，她说她没有拍，想都知道啦，一定是玩我们的，管她是人还是鬼，她在照片里很可爱...&lt;br /&gt;虽然这间Hotel Noob，但我很开心，因为在这边叫了才晶学警5次... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下一站：Pulau Jerejak...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，上次（今年）来跑Penang Bridge，他的起点就在这儿...&lt;br /&gt;我们来到11.20，他的船五分钟前才走罢了，我们只好等到12.15...&lt;br /&gt;这时，我们Form2 跟一些Form 4 玩Uno...&lt;br /&gt;这盘Uno 是有史以来我玩最久的...&lt;br /&gt;玩一个小时多...&lt;br /&gt;另一座Form 3 和Form 4 不知道玩社么...玩到很刺激...&lt;br /&gt;过后船来了，我们Form 2就一边唱歌一边等船上的人出来...&lt;br /&gt;Ee Teng文官做我们的指挥....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在船上，我们站在船头...&lt;br /&gt;那个Yam Yam 的 Lyn-Hui文官假假说要拍照...&lt;br /&gt;要我站跟凯韵副主席...&lt;br /&gt;很明显，这张照片不普通，只有我一个人是Form 2 罢了，全部Form 4 的.... （全部Form 2都不要来船头...妈咪生病了）&lt;br /&gt;Yam Yam Yam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了Pulau Jerejak，我们就去玩吊桥...&lt;br /&gt;途中，看到了一只可爱的毛毛虫...&lt;br /&gt;我就去踩它的头上的触角...&lt;br /&gt;现在很后悔了...&lt;br /&gt;我没感到它的痛....T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很奇怪他们的吊桥建在哪儿？&lt;br /&gt;好像很远叻...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈...管他！反正途中有很多好玩的东西...&lt;br /&gt;有Obstacles Course...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈！当然，我不会错过这机会玩玩一下下...&lt;br /&gt;到了一个翻墙的墙壁，我假装趴在墙上玩玩一下下...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了吊桥，我们就五个五个来回...&lt;br /&gt;我跟Lui，San，凯韵副主席和Ee Teng文官...&lt;br /&gt;那个Chooi Wen文官Yam到半死...&lt;br /&gt;我说我怕高...&lt;br /&gt;她就假装叫凯韵副主席陪怕高的人过....&lt;br /&gt;我不知道要暗爽还是Teh...&lt;br /&gt;有陪嘛陪咯...没有嘛没有咯... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始我们就过...&lt;br /&gt;本来好好的...那个大象Bolt走路也不会走....&lt;br /&gt;大大力地踩那个吊桥...&lt;br /&gt;那个桥直接斜45度（真的）...&lt;br /&gt;全部人都怕到半死...&lt;br /&gt;还好没人死....（死不了啦...下面有河）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩完后就要回了...&lt;br /&gt;本来要玩Abseiling和Flying Fox的...&lt;br /&gt;Raya啊....&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们的船又刚刚好才走5分钟...&lt;br /&gt;我们就在一个小亭站玩...&lt;br /&gt;我和Brother和Lyn-Hui文官和凯韵副主席和Chooi Wen文官和Ee Teng文官玩Snooker...&lt;br /&gt;我们只是拿着那个棒玩罢了...&lt;br /&gt;我和Chooi Wen文官就在那边玩武侠...&lt;br /&gt;用棍插来插去...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后他们全部都说要去放风筝....&lt;br /&gt;就只剩下我和Brother和大家在那个亭里...&lt;br /&gt;我呆到Sienz了，就去找她们...&lt;br /&gt;她们一直在那边拼命地放风筝...&lt;br /&gt;我就在那边趁机会自拍和拍照...&lt;br /&gt;由于风太小，她们就不要放风筝了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时乌云密布...&lt;br /&gt;陆陆续续地下起了毛毛雨...&lt;br /&gt;我本来要拍才晶学警去沙滩玩的...（唯一动到Pulau Jerejak的沙的人）&lt;br /&gt;但凯韵副主席说要回了...&lt;br /&gt;叫她上来，结果Camera都还来不及拿出来...&lt;br /&gt;就没得拍了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为社么，说要回也没回...&lt;br /&gt;原来是船还没来...&lt;br /&gt;Wan Xin文官就在跟一位Auntie学Congkak...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈...这是我才知道，原来有很多人不会玩congkak的....&lt;br /&gt;她们在那边说啊说啊说啊...&lt;br /&gt;就说到团体...&lt;br /&gt;那个Auntie说她的女儿明年进日新...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;想都知道，Form 4一定是在那边拼命介绍团体的啦....&lt;br /&gt;Auntie：“女警爽吗？”&lt;br /&gt;欣伦文官：“就是爽我们才会在这边的嘛！”&lt;br /&gt;看Auntie不回复的样子，就知道文官说的话太深奥了....&lt;br /&gt;最后Auntie和她的家人去玩射箭...&lt;br /&gt;我们跟他们说拜拜就继续玩我们的东西...&lt;br /&gt;我和Lyn-Hui文官玩建沙堡...&lt;br /&gt;Wan Xin文官，凯韵副主席，才晶学警，Chooi Wen文官和欣伦文官在那边玩Congkak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;建沙堡时，我想建城墙...&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官就在那边研究那些玩具模型...&lt;br /&gt;我本来想要建一只海龟的...&lt;br /&gt;结果模型印出来....&lt;br /&gt;我的海龟没有头...&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官印出来....&lt;br /&gt;美美的...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈...我也不知道要给社么反应...&lt;br /&gt;就在那边扮cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后我建啊建...&lt;br /&gt;建到很过瘾...&lt;br /&gt;差一道墙罢了...&lt;br /&gt;就要回了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们大家就冲回去那个亭子...&lt;br /&gt;哇...Camping的感觉...XD...&lt;br /&gt;我是最后一个...T.T&lt;br /&gt;冲的时候，不知道为社么会跟Lyn-Hui文官讲到乐珊军官...&lt;br /&gt;文官：“你没有跟她说“想念我吗？”？”&lt;br /&gt;我：“有....”&lt;br /&gt;文官：“那她说社么？”&lt;br /&gt;我：“我看这才是你...”&lt;br /&gt;文官：“那你不是很Paiseh？”&lt;br /&gt;我：“对啦...哈哈哈...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了亭子...&lt;br /&gt;大家便走到码头...&lt;br /&gt;途中，有两个很美的老Auntie擦肩而过...&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 她们就说她们auntie很美...&lt;br /&gt;我色色地回答：“穿到酱美，等下被强奸啊！！”&lt;br /&gt;结果被凯韵副主席讲... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈...过后看到一只白色的水母....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，为社么看到水母酱稀奇呢？&lt;br /&gt;讲真的...我们这两天，接触到海酱多次，只看到两只水母...&lt;br /&gt;过后就坐在船上...&lt;br /&gt;我们Form包尾...&lt;br /&gt;我坐跟Xin Yi文官...&lt;br /&gt;她好像很累酱...&lt;br /&gt;睡觉罢了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们到了码头...&lt;br /&gt;我就冲去厕所...&lt;br /&gt;闭了整一个小时...（谢谢Jie Ling先让我）&lt;br /&gt;过后出来后,我想要买他的Pulau Jerejak的衣..&lt;br /&gt;而且不会吸汗的...&lt;br /&gt;问后，RM30+++...&lt;br /&gt;Walau Eh....酱贵，吃自己好过...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等巴士的当儿...&lt;br /&gt;我们就拍全体照...&lt;br /&gt;我就趁机会跟乌龟借水罐...&lt;br /&gt;去打Lyn-Hui文官和Chooi Wen文官...&lt;br /&gt;打了她们也说谢谢... （为社么要谢谢？哈哈哈，自己猜啦！）&lt;br /&gt;结果她们俩要我请吃 =='''....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，我们就到Queensbay玩...&lt;br /&gt;各Form跟各Form走...&lt;br /&gt;我们的由Jie Ling带路...&lt;br /&gt;（毕竟她最熟环境）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始我们吃KFC...&lt;br /&gt;途中，我看到了一对情侣...&lt;br /&gt;一开始以为是一男一女...&lt;br /&gt;过后仔细看.....&lt;br /&gt;好像是女女...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈...终于学会分辨了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们在KFC吃到很爽...哈哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;我叫了Dinner Plate...3只鸡...&lt;br /&gt;TMD，给我鸡腿，还酱小只...&lt;br /&gt;算了，他的鸡肉够大...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我们就去厕所...&lt;br /&gt;我本来想进去找Bolt和乌龟的...&lt;br /&gt;但怕被人误会是男生...&lt;br /&gt;所以干脆在外面等...（这时最闷的）&lt;br /&gt;谢谢Zoe陪我看美男子...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;（他真的很美啦！）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;否则我要闷死了...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;（我要土葬）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;过后，她们就讲说要去吃Popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;结果我们走了很长的路途...（他的死鬼Cinema建到酱远，好像很怕人去看戏酱）...&lt;br /&gt;途中，我们看到了一间Clinic...这时teh...&lt;br /&gt;Queensbay 还有Clinic...&lt;br /&gt;过后走啊走...&lt;br /&gt;终于到了...我们本来想玩Roller Skate的...&lt;br /&gt;不过看到大家都不会玩，就不要玩了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买完Popcorn后，我们就去走走...&lt;br /&gt;刚好遇到Form 4...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈！！！好高兴哦！她们说要去丁丁店....！！！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈！！我要打丁丁.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，一开始，我就玩投篮...&lt;br /&gt;最Pek Chek的是他的球被卡着...&lt;br /&gt;要投高球也不能，他上面有网...&lt;br /&gt;不知道是谁设计这个机器的...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈...最高兴是打破High Score...&lt;br /&gt;想当年，陈肯诺打破四台机器的High Score...（Pro-Ka）&lt;br /&gt;有一个男生要Tend给全部人看...就去玩...&lt;br /&gt;肯诺直接不爽...就投给那个男生和他的女友看...&lt;br /&gt;结果他的分数太高了，那个男生只好走掉...哈哈哈哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回来回来.....&lt;br /&gt;过后我就去跟Joyce玩一个机器...&lt;br /&gt;很粗鲁的游戏来的...&lt;br /&gt;要握把然后推来推去的...&lt;br /&gt;一开始我不知道，Joyce没跟我说..&lt;br /&gt;我就酱傻傻地玩...&lt;br /&gt;还好是打平...&lt;br /&gt;结果我会玩了...&lt;br /&gt;后面四场赢到完...哈哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;br /&gt;没办法，我比较有力...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈，Joyce可怜nia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后我就去玩House Of Dead...&lt;br /&gt;我玩过电脑的，但丁丁的却没...&lt;br /&gt;结果输了...还好Pei Ni主席经过...&lt;br /&gt;她叫我不要玩了，很吃钱的...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，我就玩最最最后一盘...&lt;br /&gt;就去玩House Of Dead 4...&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh...超刺激超好玩的！！&lt;br /&gt;但我玩一盘就不要玩了...&lt;br /&gt;因为我进指弹进到手痛...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我就去玩Tekken 5...&lt;br /&gt;哇哇哇哇！！！！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈！！！！&lt;br /&gt;超久没动我最Pro的game了....&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，技术和招数的Formula还记得...&lt;br /&gt;发现有些Formula要用丁丁才比较容易玩...&lt;br /&gt;但很难跳leh...我不能出我的老鹰招...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后玩到很过瘾...&lt;br /&gt;她们说要去Shopping...&lt;br /&gt;过后就打完了，想要去找他们...&lt;br /&gt;我就打给诗珊妈妈....&lt;br /&gt;她也很像妈妈地叫我在那边等，不要动...&lt;br /&gt;结果我不能Resist对面的McDonald的Ice-Cream了...&lt;br /&gt;我就自己跑去了...&lt;br /&gt;刚好她们也冲对面来...&lt;br /&gt;我买了两支Ice-Cream...&lt;br /&gt;一支我自己吃...&lt;br /&gt;一支给全部人...&lt;br /&gt;Zoe自己买一支...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;每个人都冲冲忙忙，跟电梯比赛地来看我...&lt;br /&gt;真不好意思，我长得酱好看...哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后在Lobby等...&lt;br /&gt;我就和我的Brother玩...&lt;br /&gt;我的Brother就跟我说他的遭遇：&lt;br /&gt;“我刚才冲冲赶下来（一定是以为迟到了），在电梯时，有一个Uncle竟然拍拍我的背后（他拍我的背后来示范），说道：小弟弟，不要酱紧张...慢慢来...不过他拍了几下就没了”&lt;br /&gt;我们：“哈哈，他一定知道你是女的了...（动到内衣）...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后Tien Min文官和Min Yee学警来了...&lt;br /&gt;我就跑去问文官：“你找我？”（我的Brother说的）&lt;br /&gt;文官：“没有啊...”&lt;br /&gt;最后说啊说啊...&lt;br /&gt;说到Bra Cup...&lt;br /&gt;Brother：“你是社么Cup？”&lt;br /&gt;Tien Min文官：“A Cup 啦...你一定是没有Cup的啦！”&lt;br /&gt;Brother:“你是A Cup的话，Lyn-Hui文官也一定是A Cup...”&lt;br /&gt;结果自认是Form2 的带队印度老师也参进来说话...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后Chooi Wen文官就跑来了....&lt;br /&gt;她和Lyn-Hui文官一直拿我的Cap给凯韵副主席穿...&lt;br /&gt;还叫她不要脱下来....&lt;br /&gt;她们俩跟我说：“给她带了就有她的味道嘛....”&lt;br /&gt;当时我Paiseh到半死...&lt;br /&gt;很想掐死她们又很想谢谢他们...&lt;br /&gt;结果Tien Min文官又拿去戴....&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官：“噢...味道没有了...”&lt;br /&gt;她又拿去给副主席戴...=='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也跟她们一起玩...&lt;br /&gt;我拿了我brother的帽子...&lt;br /&gt;给Lyn-Hui文官戴...哈哈哈哈哈哈哈～～～&lt;br /&gt;可惜Lyn-Hui文官一直把他脱下来... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我就一直跟Lyn-Hui文官Promote我的Brother...（我这两天都一直在Promote）&lt;br /&gt;说我的Brother帅...&lt;br /&gt;说他很爱她...&lt;br /&gt;说他很关心她...&lt;br /&gt;但她叫我不要说了....=='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后Chooi Wen 文官就说我brother有钱...&lt;br /&gt;买Larrie的凉鞋...&lt;br /&gt;brother:“你怎样知道Larrie很贵？”&lt;br /&gt;Chooi Wen文官：“我姐姐卖鞋的...你这件衣嘛不是Polo的...”&lt;br /&gt;Brother：“你又怎样知道的？”Chooi Wen文官：“我姐姐以前卖衣的”&lt;br /&gt;Brother偷偷跟我讲：“哥哥呢？卖内衣的...”&lt;br /&gt;结果我们两个笑到半死....&lt;br /&gt;Chooi Wen文官却社么也不知道...&lt;br /&gt;最后我们玩啊玩...&lt;br /&gt;玩到外面去...&lt;br /&gt;这时Chooi Wen文官就掐我....&lt;br /&gt;我们还在那边开玩笑：她的哥哥一边做工一边High...&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈哈....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凯韵副主席还是戴着我的帽子...&lt;br /&gt;我拿回来...Lyn-Hui文官和Chooi Wen文官就拿回去给她...&lt;br /&gt;结果我又拿回来时...&lt;br /&gt;反而是...&lt;br /&gt;副主席：“诶？那个帽子呢？”&lt;br /&gt;Lyn-Hui文官跟我说：“你看，人家不舍得那个帽子了....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seterusnya，我就跟Form 2玩和说话...（不知道做社么，我很开心+忙就对了）&lt;br /&gt;这时Chooi Wen文官就拿她的钱包出来Tend...&lt;br /&gt;Tend说她放乐珊军官的青春照在前面...&lt;br /&gt;这时，我就想到可爱的Lyn-Hui文官（在Pulau Jerejak），说两个照片（自己和军官的）都交叉放...（好像看到对方躺在一起）...&lt;br /&gt;不过我不想酱放（因为我的钱包好像是给Public Display的）&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈哈...回来...&lt;br /&gt;过后我不是很睬Chooi Wen文官...&lt;br /&gt;本打算讲完我的话才找她算账的...&lt;br /&gt;她溜走了....（可怜罢了...每次都得不到玩到我的满足感...）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后上巴士...&lt;br /&gt;她们就有Lucky Draw...&lt;br /&gt;十包Mamee...&lt;br /&gt;一个包包...（拿到的人不要，就推来推去，不知道推去哪里了）&lt;br /&gt;一个看起来像两只香烟的Torch Light...&lt;br /&gt;一个Monkey的书...&lt;br /&gt;一个扑桶...&lt;br /&gt;没有得到半样东西的人吃Mentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要到的前几分钟，我们就玩抱抱...&lt;br /&gt;那个Yam 的一对：Lyn-Hui文官和Chooi Wen文官&lt;br /&gt;叫我跟凯韵副主席抱抱...&lt;br /&gt;结果就公开了....&lt;br /&gt;还好副主席没有误会....&lt;br /&gt;过后我就要跟才晶学警抱抱...&lt;br /&gt;副主席欢呼最大声的....《 《 《 有人吃醋了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，N 最后没有跟Tze San抱到...哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;缺乏勇气...（有没有缺乏我们也不给得啦！）&lt;br /&gt;她反而抱Min Yee学警....&lt;br /&gt;我的Brother抱到Lyn-Hui文官一下就放手了...&lt;br /&gt;过后她就抱主席和Tien Min文官抱到很大力...哈哈哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我提议Joyce抱Grace文官...（她们是姐妹）&lt;br /&gt;结果全场Teh....好！算了！哈哈哈哈哈！！&lt;br /&gt;过后，我们就要Goh Jia Min做她的自恋的样子多一次...&lt;br /&gt;她就做：“我酱美怎么办?”然后转她的手一圈....&lt;br /&gt;哇哈哈哈哈哈哈！！笑到我半死....！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最最最后到了学校...&lt;br /&gt;我们的Enjoy Day 2008就在此结束....T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和Lui就呆到7点...&lt;br /&gt;有人的东西忘记拿...&lt;br /&gt;我们和爱微学警就帮忙拿...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们上车时，主席跟我们拜拜...&lt;br /&gt;我没有反头去拜拜T.T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总结来说....&lt;br /&gt;这次Enjoy Day虽然短...&lt;br /&gt;但是很好玩！！&lt;br 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title='～*Enjoy Day 2008*~'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4409502220968171204</id><published>2008-12-03T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:22:17.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Police Cadet'/><title type='text'>Happy Campers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!! Came back from camping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy did I say this camping rocks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learnt so many things, went through so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacles, and became physically stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's worth it to recall every bit of the memories....XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Although there are many inconsolable and gay moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wish to share it here with every one of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Log of December 1st 3.45 morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My alarm never rang. Luckily my good sister woked me twice despite her sleepiness. She helps me everytime when there's camping. Don't ask me, I don't know why but she likes to help me packing ( I hate packing ). Maybe that's the reason why God sent her, to overcome my anti-packingness. Hahahas...Anyway, I gussied up and arrived at school at 4.22. My father took the advantage of the empty street and sped all the way from my house to the school. My whole family was on the car ( Yeah I know you're somewhat curious and shocked), they are night-humans. My friends and I agreed to arrive at 4.30 ( One hour exactly away from meeting time). I was the first to arrive there and guess what, the school gate's not even open yet! Haha, the Zoo Keeper (Jie Ling) was the second. It seemed that my car zoomed by hers on the way. Soon, some of the guys arrived and even some form 1s. Teddy Panda (Tze San) asked us why not wake up the sleeping guard and ask him to open the gate. We did and finally we got in. We carried all our things to the storeroom and were soon asked to carry them again to the fifth gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;We got all our things on the truck and bus and went to our camp destination - The All Peaceful Tokun Mountain!! Our school rent some cute shalets with air-cons for us and we used it as our storeroom. We built our dome tents, stuffed in all our luggages and started our activities. The first activity was some sorta like physical training (even if it's a station game, no one could knew by the looks of it). After that, it was noon, we cooked and taught the form 1 juniors how to start a fire and soon were quickly munching all the food.Some were ordered to bath too.You thought we were going to get into a toilet and bath? No, we were to wear our clothes and shower ourselves and change into dry clothes(There was no door in the bathroom). Next, it's Pandu Arah's time! What's a Pandu Arah? Pandu Arah is a game that involves finding your next clue using a c0mpass. Our group is the last to finish this game but I had a great time. As expected, we showered and armed ourselves with the cooking utensils for the cooking competition. Guess what, my all good younger sister and my godmother brought me my tracksuit and Inventor shirt but it's all too late ( which I got reprimanded for not bringing). Anyway, I'm glad they came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Our food is finished and it seemed that we were the worst. Anyway, I had a great time eating all those stuff and other team members keep stuffing me with their unfinished food. At that very moment, I felt very harmonious. I ate 3 chicken chops, 5 prawns, half a bowl of spaghetti, cherry tomatoes and orange pudding (Oh Migawd!!). Unfortunately, we only have 20 minutes to finish all these food T.T. It was like buffet, you get to eat all kinds of food for free baby!! FREE!!! AND THEY WERE GODDAMN GOOD!!! HOLY!! I DON'T MIND CARRYING THEM IN MY STOMACH ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HILL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nighty night time!! But not sleep time!! Night game on!! I don't really remember what we did but I know it sucked because we lost at everything, it's not that we had no fun, it's just that some of us were not doing their thing. Our team's morale was just....Horrid!! Even that cursed leader sounded sleepy when she talks!! Man!! Anyway, it's the most scarry time of the day - Midnight. Why? Because we were to sit around and telling people and ourselves that we're bad. The committee scold people at this time of the day. As expected, we got scolded for our low esteem. We promised our "penasihat" (One of the committee that is responsible for our group) that we're not going to be this "loser" tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Log of December 2nd 12.00 before dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Before dawn, we were to guard our campsite according to turns. Cynthia (my junior) and I were the first pair. To everyone's surprise, we are not meant to work together cause we were known to sleepwalk. Haha, but I was not tired at all. I had a great time just patrolling around the campsire like robots because now is for REAL!! There are monkeys and snakes and huge bugs and all that. When it's time for me to sleep, I can't sleep. Anyway, I had a bad dream and I nudged my whole body ( I didn't know how). Cynthia, who was the secretary of my group was somewhat shocked to see my nudging myself while writing her report, but I woke up and told her it was just a bad dream and continued my castles. The atmosphere was very cooling and when I woke up, I was shivering. It was 5.45 morning and I'm already wishing the committee would ask us to jog ( because it was damn chilling cold). We cleaned ourselves and jogged around the carpark. I was wearing jacket while jogging and guess what, I sweated only a little. When the sunshine meets us, we went through the morning inspection and because of the damp soil, our pegs are not strong enough and got pulled out. We were asked a few questions about the police. All these resulted punishment - starjumps. Our group got 95 but were asked to do 50 first. Next, it's marching time. The form 1 were very good and their marches are very even. We did great and were complimented after the marching competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lunchtime!! We cooked something simple to eat.Guess what, THE FORM 5s CAME!!! OMG!! I've been missing them so much that I almost died( Good joke huh? ). Anyways, I don't dare to stare the one I miss the most in her eyes.( I always act ignorant when I sees someone that sweetens my heart).So I just act busy all the time. After lunch, we were to play station games (planned by form 3). My "brother" was the chairperson of the station game. We played many interesting games and it was fun!! Some of our team mates got wet and were shivering again. In the end, we were to figure out who the heaven is the two angels. Angels help us in the game while the other non-angels make us fail in the process. Our group won the only two thing ( Guessing the two non-winged angels and having collected the most newspaper which is not the main objective of the game)while B group won the rest. Overall, B group won. Twillight, we were going to playing survival game after din. The groups were rearranged ( Thank god I'm not in the same group with that loser). We are supposed to play each station with increasing members. So at first, there are only two in each team and the rest are supposed to wait in a pavilion. I was included in the waiting group. During that moment, we played hunter and bear. The moment was great and I had a good time debating myself out of being a bear. Hahas, but when I was a hunter, my senior accused me being a bear. That time, my group needed one more people so I'll just have to leave. The other people were shocked to hear that I'm a hunter. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The first game, the other members have to carry me ( As I was the lightest of the three) to the other side of the road. Then I were to gulp a mouthful of water and carried back to the starting point and say whatever they ordered me to. I almost spitted on the committee. But the second round, I gulped only a little and managed to pronouce the cute "cool" word into something like: "koo oo ooo oool " Haha! It was cute. Next, we were to build a gadget with sticks strong enough to hold two books. We built a pyramid and it failed because the pyramid just can't itself. Next, we were to find police questions stick all around the area and we had a great time answering all them. Haha,then it's time for some bean-sucking.We were to contruct a long pipe of straw using the short straws to suck 2 green bean and 2 red beans.In the end, we only managed to suck 5 green peas , because the red beans are too big to fit the straw!! Haha...They let us pass though. I've forgot to mention, if we pass the station, we can get some game cash, and these cash can buy our way outta punishment or rewards. Last, we were to put two eggs in a bottle. This is some shadow show.Hahas, I almost fell asleep at this time because I kept waiting for them to put the eggs in.&lt;/span&gt;&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;* * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's nearly midnight and again, the dawn of the self-critisizing meeting. As usual, everyone critisized themselves and then there was nothing left to say ( We got scolded for that). Well, then I cannot stand the noobie ketua's sleepiness and told her off. I cried. I was too furious because she's a bad leader. I don't understand why our group is so useless even though we have tons of talented people on our team. She's just horrible!! We lost at everything!! Anyway, some form 1s cried too (Some were fakers). Anyway, I was somewhat relieved after broken down. We (form 2s) were asked to stay back in the pavilion. There were only 4 of us, hahas, fantastic four ( One total loser). She still keeps her sleepy mood and I can't stand it. Every one of our form members except Jie Ling and I, cried because her irresponsibility and laziness before this. Now it's only Jie Ling. I won't forgive her unless she change her stupid and forever-sleeping ways, which I'm not sure she will ever do...&lt;/span&gt;&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;* * * * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Log of December 3rd (Last day of Camp) around 2 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cooling and quiet ambience signifies it's early morning. I did not let my guard down because I saw one monkey walking around a few hours ago (During the survival game). Anyway, my turn's at 4 to 6. I slept late that night because of all those crying and all those drama. And again, it wasn't very cold because I kept walking around in the campsite. Today's patrol was not as fun as I thought. I don't know why but I loved yesterday's patrol.Walking around like a guard, and kept dreaming about cute love stories and all sorts of weird stuffs.Anyway, it was soon dawn and we jogged around the carpark and were soon ordered to march at the carpark. After that, it was time for Explore Race. We'll have to enjoy it because it's the last game of this camp. Sadly, our group's last...again.Well I could spare no more tears for this.Soon, it was sunshine was on top and we started breaking our tents. My noobie ketua still acts dunno-like/ idle while me and her penolong (helper) was being busy clearing out the newspaper, cardboards and banana leaves in the tent. At last, she finally follows us and that is not what it should be. Anyways, all of us carried the rubbish and walked quite a long distance to dispose it. When I was coming back to the carpark to help, I saw.......The form 5s unloading their backpacks and they were here!! Holy Jesus Christ, I feel so...shy + happy to see them!! This is what I did : Zoom past them so I don't have to see their faces. In the rubbish-disposing process, I lost my nametag (Holy, gotta get the fifth this year!!) &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;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all the hardwork, we soon settle at the carpark (Where all the flies and rubbish are). According to the form 5s, they wanted to come with us but umm...When they realised, we had left.Hahas, anyway, we carried all our luggages (and my unfinishied water) on the bus and left the now not-so-same Tokun. When we arrived SMK, Loh Chia Sin and I disembarked and I taught her how to go to Sentosa. That's where my camping journey ends....&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;Whenever I look up to the Tokun Hills...&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;It's not same anymore...&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;It bears wonderful memories...&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;It looks more beautiful than ever...&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;And it reminds me of my lost nametag...&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4409502220968171204?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4409502220968171204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4409502220968171204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4409502220968171204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4409502220968171204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-campers.html' title='Happy Campers!!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3666985488889395452</id><published>2008-11-29T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:03:38.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>November...The Month of Evolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy macaroni!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This holiday kinda sucks and rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad keeps telling me off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How's your maths? How's your basketball? How's your studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday...The Same!!! GOD GOD GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I studied very very hard man!!! As if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; is tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah...Well...IT IS in the future but man not the next day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now when I see linear equations...My head gets dizzy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too much broth spoils the soup...&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;As for the basketball thingy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still a rookie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even know how to play 5-5 and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;com's&lt;/span&gt; next week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily the coach didn't want me in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or else the team's gonna watch me chase my ball across the court...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the referee blowing his whistle hard...PI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine....(Roll eyes)&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;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least what cheers me up is that I get to know more about the teammates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was one cool girl who I mentioned earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her name is Ester Lim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's 17 and knows how to drive a two-wheel and a four-wheel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what she did on last Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bringin us all in her ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat Hokkien Mee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were engaging in an interesting chatter in a little hut but were soon left after the hawker told us that he wants to leave already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what I'm afraid is she might think that I purposely ordered the same food and drink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food - What can I say? There's only Hokkien Mee there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink - Hey! I really want to drink kickapoo!! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and she's from SMJD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there's Kang Hoai Yong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 years old but she looks tall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another SMJD pupil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's cute and her hair looks like as if she dyed it red while Esther had it line-brown(for real)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most astonishingly, she resembled my brother ( personality) and my friend 07555 (face)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very friendly person she is, she is my first friend on the team...&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;C cube...Chin Chun Chen (sorry if spelled wrong)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the girl I said I can't take my mind off her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get to know her after I get to know Esther...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She looks like my senior...On second thought, she's kinda hot....(No, I do not mean that my senior is hot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's 16 and she's from Jit Sin Independent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...She asked me to go to Jit Sin Independent to study, since I am rich?? ( Didn't know where she got that from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said "Hahas...My family does robberies...Just joking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then she thought that I was teasing and replied instantly: " What? Jit Sin Indepedent = Robberies!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oops...Looks like my self-offending joke has offended someone too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I can't check her out anymore or else someone's gonna beat me up (Only she knows who that is)&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;Khow Wei Ting...A 16 year old from SMJD too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...She's is cute...The first person I would vote for the cutest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She had a good sense of humour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I laughed at her jokes everytime she says it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean she's so interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet we're good friend in times to come...&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;Xue Jing (It's pronounced this way in Chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's kinda quiet but she's cool too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 years old...Jit Sin Independent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would always call her Chao Xue Jing... The writer of 红罗梦...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was one eleven year old bet her on a score...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying that if she doesn't score, it means that she love the coach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahas...Similiar to every comedic story...She didn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a good laugh....&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;Ng Hui Ming...15 year old....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's also a SMJD student, going into science stream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...Surprisingly, she's Ng Hooi Chin, a former classmate of mine, 's sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has small eyes and currently works as a typer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...She usually has funny ideas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She also has the same horoscope as mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mei Chia...15 year old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another girl from SMJD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her sis, Mei Ling, is in my school's team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She looks kinda beautiful and this is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One gloomy Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we were at the court and some lion dancing people came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pai Kias ( Bad boys)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...When we were allowed to have a rest...Two of the boys came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One was a smoker...Another a stupid teenage boy who require some serious pickup lesson from me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That stupid dark kid was trying to ask for Mei Jia's number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We didn't feel all uneasy at first...Because we all thought she knew him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, she got reprimanded by the coach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"They're all bad kids...Stay away from them!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the inner heart, I was totally supporting the coach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want to see my friend get pregnant and being dumped by a not-cute-at-all loser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But she looks kinda sad to know this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boy keeps tossing her questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I want your number so that we can chat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Why can't we chat here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Where do you live?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Bukit Mertajam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What's your number? It starts with 012? 016?" &lt; &lt;  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It starts with 012"&lt;br /&gt;"Pin?" (The car's here)&lt;br /&gt;And so, we escaped the few perverts who didn't even cared when Mei Jia said she got scolded...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, they REALLY do love her, they don't care about the coach and she being scold, they just want her number....&lt;br /&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Pei...Another tough girl...&lt;br /&gt;14 years old...SMJK Berapit...&lt;br /&gt;She's damn good at basketball...I mean it....&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention another tough girl like Ester...&lt;br /&gt;Her jokes are funny...Just like Wei Ting's...&lt;br /&gt;She has a very funny habit about sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;She purposely wake up early...&lt;br /&gt;Cause she says she can't sleep at night if she's not tired enough...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...She should get a tireness meter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here...Or else's it's gonna be long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3666985488889395452?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3666985488889395452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3666985488889395452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3666985488889395452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3666985488889395452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/11/novemberthe-month-of-evolution.html' title='November...The Month of Evolution...'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5526321921023482958</id><published>2008-11-05T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:45:17.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Did she say cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Log of 1st and 3rd of November &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;Oh no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A good explaination is required to elimate everyone's curiousity about my Saturday absence!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God god god....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what it happened:&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;As a quite active member of the cadets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not seeing me attending activities means it's snowing in Sahara Desert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Sahara Desert actually snowed in the end....&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;Everyone kept asking me why I didn't go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? They asked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They asked me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a time in my life I left so pressured and .....tight man~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish they could act as if I was invisible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels kinda good to know that many people actually did mind your existance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But god, not this time....&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;I know I was to be questioned by assistant chairperson of the organization....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I went to see her, I wasn't afraid ( I'm supposed to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like...Smiling all the time!!!&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;I don't know...I was some sorta attracted to her...&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;I was talking to her happily, smiling, joking and was not pressured at all...&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;And she was smiling too, she didn't scold me for being such a sleepbag(Which is not the reason)...&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;After talking to her, I feel so enlightened...So alive...So over-the-moon!!!&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;Seriously, I was some sorta fell in love with her at that very moment...&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;I could feel my heartbeat, my face was burning hot, and I feel damn happy for the rest of the day!!!&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;I mean...Nah, it can't be...She's a girl for heaven's sake...&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;She's my assistant chairperson for God's sake...&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;I've already got a girl for Hell's sake....?!?!&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;I dunno...I dunno....&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;I know I am a homo but please...&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;Not a second girl!!!&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;She's like so perfect (Except for her personality which I don't really admire)...&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;I can imagining myself smile like that everyday I talk to her...&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;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell what was I talking about!?!?&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;It would cost her heart...&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;I could break it!! &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;And assistant chairperson may not take me as well!!!&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;GOD GOD GOD....&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;Anyways, I gotta learn how to resist hot ladies and lock my heart (The last thing I would do before I die) to her, only her!!&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;&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;Being a L is already difficult....&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;What more to earn another's heart??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5526321921023482958?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5526321921023482958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5526321921023482958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5526321921023482958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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from the papers&lt;br /&gt;Desperate and hardened&lt;br /&gt;seeking a moment every fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Is fall apart now&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to feel&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love&lt;br /&gt;Its all my fault now&lt;br /&gt;A Tradegy I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you find me?&lt;br /&gt;How did you pick me up again?&lt;br /&gt;Angel mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you move me?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I on my feet again?&lt;br /&gt;And I see you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Whoa Whoa&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Whoa Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before just the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Come and i stand by&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to catch the quickest plane&lt;br /&gt;Flying to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Is better than somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That's where i've been and nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Is fall apart now&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to feel&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love&lt;br /&gt;Its all my fault now&lt;br /&gt;A Tradegy for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you find me?&lt;br /&gt;How did you pick me up again?&lt;br /&gt;Into the mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you move me?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I on my feet again?&lt;br /&gt;And I see you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost in you&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy seemed to be over now&lt;br /&gt;A tradegy it seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you find me?&lt;br /&gt;How did you pick me up again?&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mercy&lt;br /&gt;How did you move me?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I on my feet again?&lt;br /&gt;And I see you&lt;br /&gt;whoa&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Whoa&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3142312214570346132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3142312214570346132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-republic-mercy.html' title='One Republic - Mercy'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4940502939944996893</id><published>2008-10-31T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:55:03.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Near The Last Chapter Of My Form 2 Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exam's over....&lt;br /&gt;I suffered all the consequences that I deserved....&lt;br /&gt;What to do when you had all the bad marks sticker on your head while the consequences are waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's forget all about that and work hard next year....&lt;br /&gt;No no no, that ain't gonna do it....&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, yeah, this holiday...&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm not sad that I've got results that doesn't suit me....&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like reminding myself of the melacholic past....&lt;br /&gt;Future suits me just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's not much to do after exam...&lt;br /&gt;I kept bringing my Harry Potter: Goblet Of Fire everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;It was useful for some time-speed-boosting magic trick...&lt;br /&gt;Not until Feilix lend us his chinese chess!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I've been finding people to play with me...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my skills deteriorated....&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my good buddy, Lawrence taught me some smooth moves....&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to learn them and sharpen my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but today, Yanhui introduced a damn good game for us...&lt;br /&gt;THE KILLER GAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the game's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are three people in this game, the killer (who kills of course...=='''), citizen ( who waits being killed or innocently arrested by polices), the police ( who are supposed to arrest the killers but sometimes they don't)&lt;br /&gt;2. People draw cards to determine who they should be ( without letting others know)&lt;br /&gt;3. The killers kill people by winking one of the players.&lt;br /&gt;4.If one of the killer was targeted, he or she is supposed to wink back as a sign that they are both killers.&lt;br /&gt;5.What happens if the killer winks to the police? The police will "place handcuffs" and that ends the killer's reign.&lt;br /&gt;6.If the killer winks a citizen, the citizen is considered killed and will place his or her card back to the deck.&lt;br /&gt;7. On the other hand, if a police captures a police or a citizen, he would be warned for his mistakes, the innocent citizen is considered arrested and again, places the card back the deck, and is out of the game, whereas the arrested police remains in the game with his or her identitiy known.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the citizens are all dead before all the killers are exposed, the killers win and the polices loses.&lt;br /&gt;9. If the polices manage to throw all the killers back to their cells before the citizens are all dead, the police wins.&lt;br /&gt;10. You are not to expose your identity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel like we 2A5 are like a big family....&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're a group of friends destined to be together...&lt;br /&gt;To have together...&lt;br /&gt;To study together...&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy together!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to go on a trip to Jusco!!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're going on 10th of November!!!(Monday)&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I wanna buy some new basketball shoes and HARRY POTTER NOVELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOD!! I wanna walk the whole mall and forget all about my worries!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take pictures with my classmates wherever we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 2A5!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2A5 ROX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oo...And One More Thing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4940502939944996893?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4940502939944996893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4940502939944996893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4940502939944996893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4940502939944996893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/10/near-last-chapter-of-my-form-2-life.html' title='Near The Last Chapter Of My Form 2 Life'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8086919619252102991</id><published>2008-10-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:17:57.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Okay, bad marks for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, life's miserable....&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't have to be that way all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I failed Maths and Malay...&lt;br /&gt;That's a first-class ticket to the B classes...&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to accept the cruel reality...&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;There's only one hope of wiping out all the bad records - PMR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the not-so-nice exam, I started training basketball vigorously...&lt;br /&gt;I started too late...&lt;br /&gt;People started when they're at primary school...&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I wanna do is to grow tall...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tall, tall ,tall...&lt;br /&gt;Its an advantage to be tall...&lt;br /&gt;Coach sees height clearer than skills...&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta pump myself up in both ways...&lt;br /&gt;Enhance my physical shape and score that hoop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8086919619252102991?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8086919619252102991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8086919619252102991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8086919619252102991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8086919619252102991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-bad-marks-for-me.html' title='Okay, bad marks for me!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4882530598840331469</id><published>2008-09-24T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:44:50.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>GEOGRAPHY!! YOU MAKE ME MISERABLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had chinese essay exam today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't forget to bring my ink and brush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the most horrible thing is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't bring my pencilbox!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a major mistake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily, my good friends didn't hesitate to help me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got all I need except for a protractor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a hard time counting the direction...&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;OK, so the geography exam starts after the chinese exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did it quickly and spent my time drawing graffities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, I got 6 wrongs, 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 out of 60, which makes 90%...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What breaks my heart the most is that these 6 questions are wrong because I'm careless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WAS DREAMING!!!D4MN 1T!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow's Maths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another subject good for making careless mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I better pump myself up so that I won't be this miserable again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4882530598840331469?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4882530598840331469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4882530598840331469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4882530598840331469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4882530598840331469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/09/geography-you-make-me-miserable.html' title='GEOGRAPHY!! YOU MAKE ME MISERABLE!!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3854337638018504096</id><published>2008-09-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:50:35.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><title type='text'>My Basketball Teammates</title><content type='html'>Another Sunday, there's basketball practice at 2 in the afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;Tell you, my form 3's weekend routine is rigid...&lt;br /&gt;Yup! And I'm proud of it, cause I'm spending the 12 out of 48 hours to practice basketball...&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, this is for next year's...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to the Saturday's morning and Sunday's afternoon... (6 hours)&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to Saturday's practise since the SMJD(Sekolah Menengah Jalan Damai) students hadto go to school for two Saturdays...&lt;br /&gt;Poor people....&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I never get to know the girls who are playing basketball from that school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I attended Sunday basketball practice....&lt;br /&gt;I saw this....girl....&lt;br /&gt;She's much very similiar to my senior...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk to her...I didn't have the guts to!&lt;br /&gt;I only played with the primary school students...Who seemed to find out that I stand on soft legs....Naughty fellas!!&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another secondary school girl....&lt;br /&gt;She looks professional....&lt;br /&gt;She was in black and she looks cool....&lt;br /&gt;She acts as if she's cool in front of me, nevermind, I think she's just shy....&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have the guts to talk to them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday, I saw them again....&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's someone in green comes by a motorbike,the girl on the motor wear just as same as the similiar-to-my-senior girl....&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, everyone turned their eyes to a car passing by....&lt;br /&gt;Ooo....It's the Saturday coach...&lt;br /&gt;He brought 3 girls....&lt;br /&gt;Secondaries....SMJD....&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, there were many people....&lt;br /&gt;Actually, some of the girls are cute...&lt;br /&gt;Very cute....&lt;br /&gt;After the primary players went home, I get to play with them...&lt;br /&gt;Still, I didn't ask any of their names or number....&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing? Freaking out!??!&lt;br /&gt;If I AM normal, I would probably be sms-ing with them right now....&lt;br /&gt;Still, the similiar-with-my-senior girl can't get off my mind...&lt;br /&gt;There's something about her....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better lay back and start studying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exam, exam, exam...&lt;br /&gt;Once exam's around the corner, things get pretty tough....&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3854337638018504096?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3854337638018504096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3854337638018504096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3854337638018504096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3854337638018504096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-i-hit-on-her.html' title='My Basketball Teammates'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6337716540256815457</id><published>2008-09-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:44:02.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I hung up&lt;br /&gt;The phone last night&lt;br /&gt;Something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush&lt;br /&gt;What a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much&lt;br /&gt;Just too much&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think&lt;br /&gt;About is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When your all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really&lt;br /&gt;Just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush&lt;br /&gt;Ain't goin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever cross&lt;br /&gt;Your mind&lt;br /&gt;When were hangin'&lt;br /&gt;Spending time girl&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more&lt;br /&gt;Is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe&lt;br /&gt;That we can&lt;br /&gt;Make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;That will last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When your all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just&lt;br /&gt;Another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush&lt;br /&gt;Ain't goin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think&lt;br /&gt;About is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;So measurised&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When your all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really justAnother crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush&lt;br /&gt;Ain't goin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hM-2ZCA_vGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hM-2ZCA_vGU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6337716540256815457?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6337716540256815457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6337716540256815457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6337716540256815457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6337716540256815457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/09/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3116294415155872232</id><published>2008-08-29T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:04:41.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>The Basketball Fever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every since watching that slam dunk of Kobe Bryant during the Olympics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basketball couldn't be any not cooler than that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so desperate to play basketball that I await for the next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; lesson a.k.a. exercise lesson for every second of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For our extreme study-conscious school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's only two lesson a fortnight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remembered last time I played with the boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, it was damn fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were so cool and they did a lot of cool moves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a great time fighting over the ball and running around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a girl, to them, it's a thing worth applause when I scored a goal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I laughed the whole game as it was very funny yet cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, I never liked playing with the girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were selfish and only had the balls for themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was spanking BORING playing with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We never get to fight over balls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, you just queue up and WAIT for your turn to shoot the hoops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The problem is........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some girls (as mentioned as selfish) didn't queue up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They put up their "pattern" when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; hit them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They start rubbing their eyes as if a meteor flew into their cornea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They start looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desperarely&lt;/span&gt; in need of care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They start making themselves look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sympathic&lt;/span&gt; and helpless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They start making their face looks "black" when they rarely get the chance to even touch the ball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They helping people blame other people when things go wrong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They do stupid things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They don't talk to you just because your ball hit them a month ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They fight over balls and the ones who don't get the ball would quit invisibly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, they ARE girls...I suppose this is what majority of girls do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily boys are the majority of our class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I don't have to wait that bad for the lesson...&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad bought me a basketball!!&lt;br /&gt;He didn't think he would regretted...&lt;br /&gt;I played basketball...&lt;br /&gt;When I was at home...&lt;br /&gt;In the office...&lt;br /&gt;At anywhere that has a flat surface...&lt;br /&gt;I would follow my godmother home just because there's two basketball courts there...&lt;br /&gt;I would ask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; Ling (another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; addict) out to play basketball...&lt;br /&gt;I would search for moves on the net everyday...&lt;br /&gt;I would forget that I should be doing XXX when I was playing basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enthusiasm of playing basketball and as a ex-coach himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My dad trained me to horse-stand ( the king-fu stance) so that I would not fall down in case anyone comes charging my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;My legs were shaking and feeling painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But my dad added: " Pain is your friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So I had the idea to self-train after hearing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I did the 5 minute stance he requested and asked me to reach 30 minutes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's gonna take a long time but it's be worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As a medium-height person, my dad asked me to jump 500 times a day so I would grow taller...( Like Michael Jordan did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I carried out his orders for my own good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This is what I want...To prepare to play in the school team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It's a guarantee I'll be in it because the girls think basketball is bad~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Even the teachers think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The teachers think it would ruin your studies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The seniors think you would not have time to dedicate yourself to the uniform bodies...(As if I am going to be a cop when I get outta school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The girls think it would be manly to play basketball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Your friends think you would so addicted that you would not have time to go through everything difficult with them...(They think you're leavin' them behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well I don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haha!! Thanks to my dad!! I can play basketball anytime I want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3415186254168902970-3116294415155872232?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3116294415155872232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3116294415155872232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3116294415155872232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3116294415155872232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/basketball-fever.html' title='The Basketball Fever!!!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-985975029121660308</id><published>2008-08-23T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:27:01.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>I Had A Great Day Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We, three eight graders was invited to Teddy Panda's house today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her father wanted to pray the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Taoist&lt;/span&gt; gods annually for the family's business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we said we would meet up at my place at 10 for her elder sis to pick us up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up it was 8.30....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I took my time taking my slow and smooth shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I proceeded to my unfinished motion story of iron man on my dad's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie was cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't want to leave my house to take the bus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I left at 9.30 to the bus stop, I was so nervous that I would miss the bus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bus-missing horror syndrome....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It makes me panic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 20 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I got on the bus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bus driver asked me whether where I wanted to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; (There's where my place is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he says 80 cents cause I just put 50 cents in his coin tank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I inserted in 30 more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked to the back of the bus holding my Harry Potter book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One guy looked so eager to look what book I was holding that he turned his back to see my book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As if my book was a box to store drugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I turned my book over so he couldn't see the title....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is guessing what book I was reading one of the must-dos in Malaysia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The immigrants are so annoying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never liked them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I arrived shortly after the trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They weren't here yet and I turn on my computer to check out why the Olympians wear accessories while competing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They arrived not long after and we chat for ten minutes and our ride was here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After an hour, only I realised I didn't lock the lower two gates....XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the car, we laughed and talked about many funny things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We felt ourselves at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That time we BPS already...Hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dare to talk loudly and lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As if our invisible good "bros and sis" is driving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was no reason to miss the joyful moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We reached our so called destination at half past ten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything just seems so serene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sky was blue...The air was fresh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much to worry about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were welcomed with open hands by her family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teddy Panda served us with cute jellies which included...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Teddy Bear ( Old version of Teddy Panda before her fusion with panda)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cat....Yeah, They got it's faces too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The turtle...I had a great time biting it's head off...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAg-5_PMgI/AAAAAAAAABY/d7sdydqJPzk/s1600-h/Turtle+Jelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237722631721923074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAg-5_PMgI/AAAAAAAAABY/d7sdydqJPzk/s400/Turtle+Jelly.JPG" width="372" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAg-5_PMgI/AAAAAAAAABY/d7sdydqJPzk/s1600-h/Turtle+Jelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjQwKBkI/AAAAAAAAABw/ni3GiRvz-3Q/s1600-h/KW....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723256307975746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjQwKBkI/AAAAAAAAABw/ni3GiRvz-3Q/s320/KW....JPG" width="307" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhkFyBCUI/AAAAAAAAACA/rhHr5RWxqAs/s1600-h/The+fishes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723270542854466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhkFyBCUI/AAAAAAAAACA/rhHr5RWxqAs/s320/The+fishes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAlO0MCLAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ou7Y5-Jwmm4/s1600-h/Teddy+Panda+and+her+brother.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237727303089400834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAlO0MCLAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ou7Y5-Jwmm4/s320/Teddy+Panda+and+her+brother.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;The fish...The goldfish, the common fish, the selfish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The starfish....It reminds us of our project....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The flowers...They tasted great like they smell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went to Teddy Panda's dad's office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was quite near...estimated 150m away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we got on the car to get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They prayed to their gods and asked them to bless their food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha...That sweats....These food are inedible to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I'm a Christian....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had the responsibility to look after the UNO STACKO to avoid them being crushed by the kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fortunately, they left some food for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had my lunch with Teddy Panda's sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was also on the same boat with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On different occassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all thought I could finish that whole thing they left for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was out of the game cause I couldn't find any sauce for my sausages and nuggets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I prefer them chilled and coated with tomato sauce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, we got our hands back on the games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its just so hard watching them eating sweets but not being able to chew on them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were tired with the old stacko thing and instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Made it domino style...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723255117529858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjMUVQwI/AAAAAAAAABg/kGMr_YWyqE0/s320/My+name.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eventually, boredom strucks again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We walked back to her house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rain starts wrinkling from above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjHODdHI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZFN0mVvfx3w/s1600-h/Domino!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723253749019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjHODdHI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZFN0mVvfx3w/s320/Domino!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We never had any problems getting ourselves soaking wet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, its a kind of relaxation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We steered our way to the grocery shop after Teddy Panda's information presenting...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were many headless shuttlecock on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chong Wei rox!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We then arrived at the shops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn...The price was murderous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought a bottle of 450ml Milk for RM 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From this day on, I couldn't imagine how much I hate Bodohwi for raising the oil prices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a bitter time drinking that milk made of gold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We reached Teddy Panda's house and she decided to take us for a stroll around the area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But there were only three bikes for four of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jie Ling relunctantly volunteered for the stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we went off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a hard time riding the bike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was seen standing all tour long and almost got myself swimming the drain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, we cycled along the river...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjjfVYEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ybtbikpO4fc/s1600-h/The+monkey+bars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237723261337690178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAhjjfVYEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ybtbikpO4fc/s320/The+monkey+bars.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, it was so cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I breathe faster than normal, we went further up to the industrial areas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we turned back, not realising we were actually VERY VERY FAR away from the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter from where you look at us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm the one perspiring profusely....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The homecoming was the moment I've been waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now its Jie Ling's turn to ride on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three of us, who's gonna give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, I volunteered without saying a word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phew!! I never wanted to cycle standing again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was like physical training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They could see that from the look of my pinkish cheeks and low-esteemed emotion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was tired out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its all because the seat was spoiled and I couldn't sit properly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Jason, an intelligent 7 year old kid who turned out to be Teddy Panda's relative offered me to play basketball with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He wasn't good at it and soon he requested we kick it instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't believe in kicking basketballs but I got on with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon I tired out because I haven't got my strength all back from the exhausting "training"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moments later, the trainee was asked to join with the primary school childrens to play uno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was spanking fun playing with these kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason was clever, he cheated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moreover, he thought me how to cheat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehehe...I never get my hands dirty while doing anything but for pleasure, I'll give it a try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason was so cool, he cheated frequently and got me winning in no time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naughty little fella...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best thing is...I got some new friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were Eric, a girl, two boys...( I didn't ask their names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surely, after the powerpuff girls' comeback...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were two gangs in the living room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me with the kids, and the Powerpuff Girls (Teddy Panda, Zhi Ling and Jie Ling)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Uno!! They stacko!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teddy Panda kept teasing me being uncool cause I was having fun with the kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I laid my milk bottle on my lap and it drips out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate getting my shorts dirty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I went to the toilet for a little clean up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly, Teddy Panda's brother and a boy went out and bought us pepsi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks!! You guys are so nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when I turned the cap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPHSSHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The pepsi was splashing out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that they shaked the bottle when they were riding back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, not another visit to the toilet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there's one cute question arose from the girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wouldn't your mommy be scolding you for getting your shorts dirty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked as if I ignored her, I can't hear her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason then repeated the question for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Nah...She won't...Besides, I'm cleaning my own clothes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She didn't know even if I get myself killed, that woman won't even bother one bit...&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;My happy ending started when they were to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, I joined the Powerpuff Girls to stacko and we became The Fantastic Four by building the impossible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 4.30 we were bored once again and we took a stroll to the park beside the river...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone was raring goats beside the river...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We took pictures of the goats...As goats are quite rare for our city eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This reminds me of Teacher Hannah who took pictures of me eating fish eyeball...( To her not-near-sea country, they only have their fish through rivers and lakes and ponds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To her its well, umm, maybe, rare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, I supposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat on a low branch of a tree and Teddy Panda took a picture of me!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAlO66LEKI/AAAAAAAAACI/eU_ccEgpykQ/s1600-h/Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237727304893534370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SLAlO66LEKI/AAAAAAAAACI/eU_ccEgpykQ/s320/Me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe!! It's gonna turn out well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got our feet back on Teddy Panda's mom's car as it's quite late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She bought us all ice-creams from the McDonalds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As expected, we all felt envy that Teddy Panda has a nice mom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was 5.30 evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were back at 6.00&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I get off the car, I recommended that we should go and play basketball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teddy Panda's mom got a shock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't had reminded Teddy Panda of her mom's refusal to seeing her shoot hoops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And reminded her mom being the "evil one"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After I got my filthy basketball which I just got it yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I played it for hours with my dad at the Berapit court yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got to the basketball court after Jie Ling got on her ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was already occupied so we went to another unoccupied court...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It both work same ways...As both courts owns spoiled hoops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We played and in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatted as we passed the ball to each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time flies and soon we got back at 7.30...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhi Ling's mom sent me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never forget the best day of these holidays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reality check!! 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We usually end our dates before 8 a.m. or even before sunrise. Nevermind, since I get the chance to sleep for THIS LONG, I might as well snooze somemore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 afternoon&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!? GANTI!?!? YOU MEAN HE DID'T COME!?!? IN HALF AN HOUR!??! Oh god, I haven't even taken my lunch yet!! I wanted to eat curry mee as usual for my lovely Sundays but what!?!? G-A-N-T-I!! This time I'll be taking chicken rice which made me not so disgrunted because the food was sumptuous. "Can I take a dic in??" "Yes you may, hey, why don't you teach more low-leveled classes?" "What!? No! This doesn't work!" I wasn't happy with the fact because last time...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I gonna do? I've forgotten Madam Tan's taking a leave today." Sighed my dad. " Hey! Maybe I could teach her class for a day", thinking that was a good joke. "Oh yeah! Razor, take these papers! You'll need them and don't forget that you are only replacing her for a day, so drag the time!". I was like "What? I was just joking" I was still in my uniform and pungent smell arose from my body. I had no choice but to help my father, so I got myself in. At first, the class wasn't so bad, I got to teach them a few words such as "boastful" and some simple usage of the word "of". They can't understand it well if I said boastful means proud, instead, I said it's sombong in Malay. To my surprise, one kid perli me that I used malay to teach them. Well! It's because you guys are too noob that I had to use Malay!! He's no match for me when it comes to vocabulary so I'll just spare him. I don't want to get in a fight too. One eye's shuted and I ignored him for his speak-without-thinking ways. I let them played hangman after a day's hard work and it seems that the girls were outnumbered by two. Six boys versus four girls. I don't look down on numbers but I kept using the sentence : " They are girls, won't you guys be a bit more gentlemen and let them have more time?". The girls was taking a long time to decide on a letter.On the other hand, the boys' team are one of the best team I've seen. They gathered together and like a team of American footballers who are planning. They were smart. The results? The boys won all four rounds. I had finished my job at 9.30 night and put my fingers back to the keys.Still can't prove to myself that number doesn't matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 afternoon to 2.30 afternoon&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened. To my surprise, this time I'll be teaching kids. My dad gave me some words : "Their English are poor". And so, took my papers and dictionary that I thought I would be using but no to a classroom. 50% of them were present and there were only two of them, both boys. They were just 7 years old. I started the class by handing them so papers. Surprisingly, they don't even know the meaning of "parents" and "grandparents". I am going to have a tough time teaching them. I thought they should be knowing this by the earlier half of the year. I had to DRAW a family tree. The problem is that I had to draw faces of grandpa,grandma,papa,mama and so on. I am not good at drawing people but forts, tanks, soldiers,generals are my stuff. I can't draw a grandmother with a soldier-shaped face. Eww...That would be so...abnormal.So I followed my paper and I did it! It wasn't so bad. They didn't say anything about the drawing. Ong Yi Tat came and I handed him the papers. He was quite decent until he and the other kids can't stand sitting for so long. They chased each other around the classroom. I didn't stop them but told them to be careful (P.S. Kids are hyperactive). Ahmad came after a few minutes. He's a Malay kid with a Billabong bag. Also, he's a obedient and disciplined boy. He didn't go screaming and running around like the world's gonna end tomorrow. He just sat down and did what I gave him. When I handed him the second paper, he finished it spanking fast. This was because the style of answering is same as the school had taught him such as : Rearranging the words into a correct sentence. The other three boys were impatient and still in page one when Ahmad was already zooming in page three. They wanted to copy Ahmad's answers because I had just taught them the "copy way" by writing my answers on the board for them to take example of. They had no idea of racism and treated Ahmad like he's their best friend. It makes me weep. Ok back to the topic. One moron kid thought my examples were exactly THE answers and copied them all. No!! They were examples!! Hahaha!!! He had to erase them all in the end. By 2.30 p.m., Ong Yi Tat and Ahmad were allowed to go first because they finished earlier. The first two boys had to finish the current question they were doing before their departure.Then, my father gave them what the kids called "presents". Finally!! I could continue my chicken rice which was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th of August   (Monday)   Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't talk my dad out of bringing me to school at 7.15 a.m.!! I WANTED TO SLEEP LONGER!! So, here I was, in the school compound when the sunlight hasn't already shine on the field yet. I had to do so as my sister is a morning class student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.10 a.m. to 1.15 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!! Mr. Lee Chong Wei!!! The badminton star of Malaysia!! It's so good to watch him shine!! Haha, he was so cool striking 3 times!! I was enthralled in the match. The bell chime soon reminded me of my computer class. Nevermind, the teacher won't be THAT early. I watched and watched and after 2 minutes, only then I marched to the IT class. The class hasn't even started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS DAMNED BUSY ALL RIGHT!! They kept calling my names from every corner of the classroom!! Damn, they were surfing their stupid websites and wanted me to teach them because they didn't pay attention to the class!?!? I HAVE MY OWN PROJECT YOU KNOW!?!? Nevermind, as the IT class monitor, I'll forget about that and teach them. I ran and talked and talked and ran. Everybody's leaving. There's someone who hadn't finish their work. So I helped them. There was one I called "friend" who lied me when I asked her to sign out my e-mail. She owns a mail and couldn't get it open so I used mine to the send the files to her e-mail. Damn, she lied me that she didn't know HOW to SIGN OUT. And there I stood, left alone to death by helping her!!! This reminds me of a movie which a man got scolded the word " team mate" after he left his female team mate to death. When I came out of the class, the prefects were already patroling.No, I couldn't go down!! It would take much explaination!! So instead, I hid in 5C1/1F because I knew the class was empty. Just when I wanted to take a turn into the classroom, a prefect appeared, to my surprise, she was blind, haha!! Yes she was!! As Ng Torty said, the form 1 prefects are noobies. They really are. She thought I was morning class student just because I walked into the class. She didn't even bothered to see my nametag (Our nametags shows our age). There were two girls in the class and they couldn't be bothered with me. I took my time looking through my IT books which I would never do ( just to cover my nametag). When I saw the students getting into their classes, I followed. When I was dreaming in my class, a sound calling me from behind. "Ivy, why were you here this early?" I explained to her, tears were squeezing in my eyes. I can't believe this is actually happening to me!! I didn't cry. Well, I got a first-class ticket to the discipline room after my classmates were back. It seems that they had a sportcheck to check whether who's there at the assembly and who's not. Man, I didn't even have my breakfast nor lunch yet!!The teacher was smiling at me, either she's happy with my bad luck or happy with me getting pounded, I'm gonna show her that I ain't gonna get screwed!! So, I asked my IT teacher's signature to show that my reasons to miss the assembly and the discipline teacher let me go, it didn't even last 10 seconds. FROM THIS DAY ON, IF I EVER HELP ANYONE WHO DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION IN I.T. CLASS AND ALWAYS DEPEND ON ME, I QUIT FROM THE PHAN FAMILY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1910293741566717134?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1910293741566717134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1910293741566717134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1910293741566717134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1910293741566717134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/10th-and-11th-of-august.html' title='10th and 11th of August'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8322724913898027028</id><published>2008-08-10T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:26:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket - August (Chinese version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你是否听过获得第一就拥有一切...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也会听过通往重点的火车... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也会听过一些关于寻爱旅程之车票的事情... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不难买到 艰难的是旅程... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这是一段描述寂寞的歌词...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也就是 This song...Gonna sing a song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;啊寂寞 寂寞的人听我唱... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This song...Gonna sing a song... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;啊寂寞在唱歌... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;那是我们会一起听过的歌曲... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再去海边的路上 我还记得就像做梦... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有时我流着泪醒来 做了恶梦... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想着你也会醒来安慰我 但已不可能... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你已离开我 这就是我永远的恶梦... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看着这条铁路 未会看见过有人归来...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想念着那些抛下我的人...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;和那一去不复返的日子...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果我也能乘上着寻爱的列车&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我或许也不会回来...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想要踏上这列车    然后一去不复返...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们的心不应学会忘记...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;人心也不愿意被改变...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我却真的想要逃离    想要忘记你...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但忘记你有多么困难...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也不知道是为社么...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是谁说过需要时间...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;过了很久我还会不会爱你...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但今天你离我而去...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就像这首不知道是谁唱过的歌...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但今天只有我记得...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我却不知道怎么忘记...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不管你现在在何方...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是幸福还是备受的煎熬...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有谁在旁安慰支持...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这就是我永远的悲伤...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在这无尽的黑暗中...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你让我梦见以往的时光...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但醒来只有我孤单哭泣...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;坐在这里看着铁路...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;未会见过有谁归来...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想着抛弃我的那个人...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;和那一去不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;复返的日子...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果能乘上寻爱的列车    我也不会回来...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想要踏上这列车    然后永远不会回来...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁在你睡过的床    抱着你睡过的枕头...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我幻想你的体温还在    你的爱未改变...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我会努力写情歌    希望你会注意到我...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但今天这首歌中...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你不会记得    或者不会爱过...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是不是太多了？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我是不是爱的太多了？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;还是我太想念你了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我太想念你了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我太爱你了    我是不是爱你太多了？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我太想念你了    我是不是太过想念你了？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c_Grrz9qKiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/3415186254168902970-8322724913898027028?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8322724913898027028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8322724913898027028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8322724913898027028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8322724913898027028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ticket-august-chinese-version.html' title='Ticket - August (Chinese version)'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4055936447518539582</id><published>2008-08-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:19:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free!! I'm freeing myself!! Look! I'm flying without wings!!</title><content type='html'>''It's too late to apologize...."&lt;br /&gt;One Republic's song is ringing in my head again...&lt;br /&gt;Yup,sometimes, somethings just can't be forgiven...&lt;br /&gt;Cause they promised not to do it again...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's was weird thing for me as I could still smile although my attire was being engaged by a large porpotion of H2O...&lt;br /&gt;It was damn chilling cold...&lt;br /&gt;I am not a good friend with Mr.Freeze nor Mr.Ice nor Mr.Cold...&lt;br /&gt;Like Sun Tzu said, the best way of the 36 ways is running away...&lt;br /&gt;So I took a lonely retreat...&lt;br /&gt;I need sometime to breathe and forget all the things that actually happened...&lt;br /&gt;I would always take a stroll to "peacify" myself...&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a staircase...&lt;br /&gt;I realised it was Jia Sin who was walking with Qiqi at the ground floor...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, maybe I could call out to her...&lt;br /&gt;"Jia Sin!!"...&lt;br /&gt;Nope, she can't hear me...&lt;br /&gt;Someone was looking at me...&lt;br /&gt;"Jia Sin!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Her smile replied mine...&lt;br /&gt;Only then I catched a glimpse of someone's face...&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it can't be her,hey, why don't I get down to ground floor??&lt;br /&gt;I departed the area and.....oh no...&lt;br /&gt;It was them...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't accept the fact that I would meet them at this dark staircase...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I already had this planned out...&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I didn't...Updated my second routine...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Saw her...She quickly avoided me...&lt;br /&gt;Still soaking wet, I'm...SAS(surprised and shocked)&lt;br /&gt;Wow...That's what you get from bad annual ufties...&lt;br /&gt;On second and third thought...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm better off without her...&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to live this kind of pathetic lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;Way too exhausting and demanding for my level (coughs)...&lt;br /&gt;In addition,it only gives me unecessary pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;Man, I quit...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I blamed the US president or the galatical emperor...&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got other things to do!!&lt;br /&gt;It's torturing me...&lt;br /&gt;Do I ever regret spending all the time making the all grown-up me happy by exhilarating an ungrateful person when she thinks she deserves it??&lt;br /&gt;Wish to tell her one damn thing all right...&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY ANYMORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sing)&lt;br /&gt;Why not take a crazy chance?Why not do a crazy dance?&lt;br /&gt;If you lose the moment...&lt;br /&gt;You might lose a lot...&lt;br /&gt;So why not??&lt;br /&gt;Why not!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from " Why Not" by Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go!!! Making the great escape!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-4055936447518539582?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/4055936447518539582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=4055936447518539582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4055936447518539582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4055936447518539582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-free-im-freeing-myself-look-im.html' title='I&apos;m free!! I&apos;m freeing myself!! Look! I&apos;m flying without wings!!'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-5534054444989639599</id><published>2008-08-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:43:56.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Chapter Of My Life</title><content type='html'>I am very tired, man....&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can sleep ANYWHERE...&lt;br /&gt;In the hall, in the lab, in the class, in the bus, in tuition classes...&lt;br /&gt;I still can't see why more tuition and a more rigid routine does any more good than my form 1 results....&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I live up to the hype of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with the Harry Potter series these days...I can't wait to go home and read them!!&lt;br /&gt;There's so much exciting things and funny jokes in these interesting novels...&lt;br /&gt;They are so great!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the nilam writing program, I've finally known the good side of reading books... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing we all have got to know...&lt;br /&gt;Don't love a person too much...&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know why??&lt;br /&gt;Cause that person might be p!$$3d 044 by your extreme wild chase...&lt;br /&gt;Too much love = you scare them off...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't you have anything else to do in life except thinking about your lover?&lt;br /&gt;What about your studies, your work, your friends, your life??&lt;br /&gt;Hey, THIS IS YOUR LIFE...NOT HERS/HIS&lt;br /&gt;Is your life made out of her/him??&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna where the same shirt as him/her everyday??&lt;br /&gt;Is your room always romantic to you just because it has XXX's pics hung all over the four walls?&lt;br /&gt;Is every pic in your cell is his/hers pic?&lt;br /&gt;His/her mood = your mood?&lt;br /&gt;If you find out that you can't even pick out 3 bad habits that your lover has...&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you...You are very deep in love...Too deep perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;It's called addicted...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like the drug kinda addicted...&lt;br /&gt;You focus on someone else's life instead of yours....&lt;br /&gt;That makes you a reckless driver when you finally get back to your own road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-5534054444989639599?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/5534054444989639599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=5534054444989639599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5534054444989639599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/5534054444989639599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='Next Chapter Of My Life'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1388132572343498191</id><published>2008-08-09T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:00:26.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates My Life'/><title type='text'>Current Days Of My Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I updated my blog...&lt;br /&gt;There are some few things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He just won't quit disturbing my life.%&amp;amp;$*...&lt;br /&gt;2. I just found out that she's selfish all the time...&lt;br /&gt;3. I joined the niao niao family as the mother...Can't help it... I am the oldest...&lt;br /&gt;4. Our class had a row of tables behind the class especially for the niao niao family...Our house was undestroyed even in Mr.Lim's period until.....Tan MM's...&lt;br /&gt;5. Only then I know the one who's cares about me the most is not the ones that had gone through everything with me...&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a topic to talk with Ying Xuan...She's the only friend I don't want to miss out in my life...This still can't ensue my lose of guilt....&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost the debate...2nd place...My best speaker successor: Chow Chia Yuin...The day I knew I'll win her back was the day she critisized her own right hand....I thought she was praising PC...It was 6.46pm...She told me PC's marks in the class debate...I thought she want to share PC's achievement with me...in a good way...But after all she said, she pointed out a loser sign and went back to her class...I was left there....full of question marks floating on my head...Then Jia Sin who is sitting beside me exclaimed "cham lo you two, like this say people". Then only I know what happened...It's hard to tell PC this but it would kill Chia Yuin and PC might be thinking I want to spoil her team's relationship...So the best way is to stay silent...&lt;br /&gt;8. I joined the yearly marathon and got 5th...Yup, we are no more stupid or tambai this year...Last year, Everyone had ran a distance only did we started...&lt;br /&gt;9. Walau two more days then the New South Wales examination liao....Want to read dictionary again...&lt;br /&gt;10. Yes! I can turn my body and switch it a side one hand stand liao! The only move to correct is the Nike kick...My kick is supposed to be 90 degrees but it turn out to be 0 degrees...Need more practice...&lt;br /&gt;11. Although I'm her "mother", I have no idea on what to give on her birthday...&lt;br /&gt;12. I am composing a turtle song...But the tone is same...Every note of it is one of a crescendo's...&lt;br /&gt;13. I just found out that the best way to enjoy music is through good quality earphones...These high tecnology things can make you enraptured even by a normal song...&lt;br /&gt;14. I went to St.Anne for a visit...Dad asked me to search for my sister...When I came to a dark alley...An Indian man ambushed me...He was looking at my camera...hanging on my neck...Then he said: " Dik, bolehkah saya tempung itu?"...Then my face was like "Err..Weirdo...What are you doing?!?"..."Saya ini macam apa?"...Then his friends call him not to play me liao...I was so shocked...Actually he was using his indian background to make him look gangster-like...I thought it was real...I didn't want to get in a fight too...Besides, the scene you see a girl punched a guy dead in the movies is never real...No matter what happens, a girl can't kill a guy even though she is the hulk...I walked away...without taking a breath...Then I found my sister...Who was walking into the dark alley too...&lt;br /&gt;15. I had spoiled my KH wood by nailing it in the wrong direction...&lt;br /&gt;16. Olympic's around the corner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1388132572343498191?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1388132572343498191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1388132572343498191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1388132572343498191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1388132572343498191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/current-days-of-my-life.html' title='Current Days Of My Life'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6992790151768283593</id><published>2008-08-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:59:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In A World Full Of Debate</title><content type='html'>Yo! Yo! Yo!!&lt;br /&gt;It's another bright sunny day...&lt;br /&gt;Hour hand strikes eight ...&lt;br /&gt;Dropping from the veils of morning to where the birds were chirping...&lt;br /&gt;Heavens,I feel that my body weights tons....&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly get up for tuition...&lt;br /&gt;Restless me...&lt;br /&gt;After a plate of nasi lemak, the lessons starts...&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired and I ended up sitting there building castles in the air...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up when my cute and shorty "Grannie" had phoned me...&lt;br /&gt;That's when the show starts:&lt;br /&gt;"What were you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was curious, of course she was,I had been motionless...&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I answered that I had been dozing off...&lt;br /&gt;Next,I answered the phone...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god if "Grannie" didn't call me...I would have been unwakeable...&lt;br /&gt;She came to call me to agree on the change of title:&lt;br /&gt;"We don't enjoy work, only leisure"...&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa...THAT'S what my heart was thinking too...&lt;br /&gt;That title was unclear and why does her team has two things to talk about but mine only one point??&lt;br /&gt;Quite a stupid title...&lt;br /&gt;Even though her team has more things to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't find anything either...&lt;br /&gt;What's more to talk about me??&lt;br /&gt;Grannie said she searched high and low...&lt;br /&gt;As result, she found out that it's just a big mind map with two tiny branches...&lt;br /&gt;She's right, this topic's connected...Not identical in other words...&lt;br /&gt;If you find your work interesting, that's leisure too...&lt;br /&gt;If you love cooking, it's definitely being a chef is fun to you...&lt;br /&gt;How can you imagine my team saying we don't enjoy being a chef(work) but love cooking(leisure)??&lt;br /&gt;And Grannie's team: We love being a basketball player(work) (without all the side effects like salary and stuffs) but hate to play basketball(leisure)??&lt;br /&gt;And we discussed with the teacher and he said:"Go find the discipline teacher"...&lt;br /&gt;The discipline teacher tried to convince me that my title has it's strong points...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she said that it's very clear...&lt;br /&gt;My team's supporting all leisure??&lt;br /&gt;Grannie's supporting all work??&lt;br /&gt;This is quite confusing...&lt;br /&gt;AND NO I DON'T FIND IT SATISFYING AND DEBATEABLE.....&lt;br /&gt;The title was a "challenging" one (or it doesn't even qualify as a title)...&lt;br /&gt;My team stands as the government...&lt;br /&gt;Grannie's as opposition...&lt;br /&gt;= my team supports we enjoy only leisure not work...&lt;br /&gt;=Grannie's team supports enjoy work AND LEISURE??(You wouldn't think they don't enjoy leisure?? Do you find people feeling stressed playing games?? Yes, you do, unless his or her mom is standing beside and uttering about her child should beat other kids at game)...&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing though, she said this title was not her idea...&lt;br /&gt;It was the previous teacher we talked to who gave the title...&lt;br /&gt;Why don't he just explain it to us instead making the discipline teacher "the evil one who thinks the title should not be changed"...&lt;br /&gt;This is so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;Things are always so unfair to me...&lt;br /&gt;For example, the first English test...&lt;br /&gt;People came asking me their results and cried that they beat me...one question better than me...&lt;br /&gt;This sucks...&lt;br /&gt;At least this shows that I am worthy to be their target to beat in English...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't dare to tell Chia Yuin that I beated her in English...One question better...&lt;br /&gt;She's just careless...Not inferior...&lt;br /&gt;Things change since the second exam results are releashed...&lt;br /&gt;No one came to me...Hohohoho....&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, back to the topic,&lt;br /&gt;Leisure versus Work+ Leisure??&lt;br /&gt;My team versus Grannie's??&lt;br /&gt;From the satistic,it's obvious that my team requires serious polishing to emerge as the champion...&lt;br /&gt;My team has to work out on our skills....&lt;br /&gt;From the surface, it's not a good thing to bet on my team...&lt;br /&gt;Last year I roared on the stage...Which was not a very wise move...&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to win...&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't come out the way I wanted it to...&lt;br /&gt;3 versus 1?? I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;My team mates need confidence to find their debating spirit...&lt;br /&gt;That's gotta require more training than our rival...&lt;br /&gt;I want to find someone READY...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things about debate this time of the year...&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese teacher was talking about how opposition debaters with the title "Joining Co-Curriculum is a good thing" beat their nemesis...Which is very hard for the opposition rangers...&lt;br /&gt;Our Malay teacher gave us a repeated oral test (She thinks a real oral test should contain some question asking) with the questions that are far more suitable to be a debate topic than our weirdo title...&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, our English teacher is giving us an oral test that should be conducted as a debate...&lt;br /&gt;My team,again,supports the motion: "Living in the city is better than living in the city"...&lt;br /&gt;Ha! This time Felix Felicis finally does his homework...&lt;br /&gt;He's got two copies of points where we could write our speech...&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6992790151768283593?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6992790151768283593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6992790151768283593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6992790151768283593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6992790151768283593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-in-world-full-of-debate.html' title='Living In A World Full Of Debate'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-424997294719785323</id><published>2008-08-09T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:23:07.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Time In Love'/><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>We're both looking for something...&lt;br /&gt;We've been afraid to find...&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to be broken...&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to hide...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, holding my breath...&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I'm scared to death...&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a chance letting you inside...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alive all over again...&lt;br /&gt;As deep as a scar under my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love, she said, for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;The world that I see inside you...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to come to life...&lt;br /&gt;Waking me up to dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;Reality in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, holding my breath...&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I'm scared to death...&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a chance letting you inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alive all over again...&lt;br /&gt;As deep as a scar under my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love, she said, for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;We're crashing...Into the unknown...&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in this...But it feels like home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alive all over again...&lt;br /&gt;As deep as a scar that's under my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love, she said, for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love she said for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Like being in love with you the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from "First Time" by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvt8puRC0Qw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvt8puRC0Qw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-424997294719785323?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/424997294719785323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=424997294719785323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/424997294719785323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/424997294719785323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3013252057771367427</id><published>2008-08-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:55:08.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><title type='text'>Annual Friendly Argument Term</title><content type='html'>"Ladies and gentlemen, I strongly agree that....."&lt;br /&gt;"And it is no wonder that ....."&lt;br /&gt;"As my team's summary speech..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words are floating in my head again...&lt;br /&gt;It's the time for we English freaks to get busy again...&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's time to look back to the past...&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler...I lost your roar....&lt;br /&gt;Your roar brought me to glory last year...&lt;br /&gt;But today...I seemed a lot more like Jim Carrey, Jack Black or Adam Sandler...&lt;br /&gt;Bursting the laugh out of the DK....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I admit, I lost my confidence...&lt;br /&gt;The confidence that made me strive beyond my limits...&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get my confidence back within these few days...&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do any eye raising things on the stage....&lt;br /&gt;That's for sure...&lt;br /&gt;One Warning from teacher: POI in a polite way...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, everytime I strike people, I would be like "pek chek"...&lt;br /&gt;He even said that he thought a fight would broke out...&lt;br /&gt;That's when everyone lay their eyes on me...&lt;br /&gt;"Mempersiasuikan nia" (Chow Chia Yuin invented this for our choral speaking)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our lucky star "Nicole"...&lt;br /&gt;We get to get in the finals without having to compete in the semi-finals...&lt;br /&gt;Good thing though...Cause we are all getting pretty restless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3013252057771367427?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3013252057771367427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3013252057771367427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3013252057771367427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3013252057771367427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/annual-friendly-argument-term.html' title='Annual Friendly Argument Term'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-4397084336255473594</id><published>2008-08-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:50:12.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Broken Heart (Daughter To Father)</title><content type='html'>I wait for the postman to bring me a letter...&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;A family in crisis that only grows older...&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go...&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go...&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;I am broken but I am hoping....&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;I am crying, a part of me is dying and...&lt;br /&gt;These are, these are....&lt;br /&gt;The confessions of a broken heart!!&lt;br /&gt;And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of another you...&lt;br /&gt;The one who would never (never)...&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone to pick up the pieces...&lt;br /&gt;A daddy to hold me, that's what I needed...&lt;br /&gt;So why'd you have to go...Why'd you have to go...&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but I still want to...&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, did you ever love me??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Cause these are, these are...&lt;br /&gt;The confessions of a broken heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...I....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but I still want to...&lt;br /&gt;Daughter to father, daughter to father...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth...&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love me!!!?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love me?!??!&lt;br /&gt;These are.....The confessions...of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh....yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the postman to bring me a letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adapted from "Confessions Of A Broken Heart" by Lindsay Lohan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8nVh4RNgP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/4397084336255473594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-broken-heart-daughter-to.html' title='Confessions Of A Broken Heart (Daughter To Father)'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-347821134133462620</id><published>2008-08-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:51:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Holiday"</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with school!?!?&lt;br /&gt;14 days of holidays...8 days I step into the school....&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's a saying goes: School is our second house...&lt;br /&gt;Except that it is bigger and has a 24 hour protection....&lt;br /&gt;Help! My Geo folio hasn't even reached square one!!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have proper sleep 11 days for this cursed holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tuition, activity,tuition,activity!!&lt;br /&gt;And my computer has got virus!!&lt;br /&gt;That damned thing got into my display card and now my monitor has got a new nickname as the pacific ocean...&lt;br /&gt;I can't play games!!!&lt;br /&gt;My only availible option is to sit in front of the computer and wait for someone to online....&lt;br /&gt;So much for a two week holiday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-347821134133462620?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/347821134133462620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1311202179000063239</id><published>2008-08-09T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:53:10.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks Fr Th Mmrs</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna make you bend and break....&lt;br /&gt;(It sends you to me without wait)&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayer but let the good times roll....&lt;br /&gt;In case God doesn't show...&lt;br /&gt;(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)&lt;br /&gt;And I want these words to make things right...&lt;br /&gt;But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life...&lt;br /&gt;Who does he think he is?&lt;br /&gt;If that's the worst you got...&lt;br /&gt;Better put your fingers back to the keys!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though they weren't so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;He taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;He, he taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward to the future...&lt;br /&gt;When my eyesight is going bad...&lt;br /&gt;And this crystal ball...&lt;br /&gt;It's always cloudy except for...(Except for)&lt;br /&gt;When you look into the past (look into the past)&lt;br /&gt;One night stand...One night stand off!!!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though they weren't so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;He taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;He, he taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though they weren't so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;He taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;He, he taste like you only sweeter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adapted from the lyrics of "Thanks For The Memories" by Fall Out Boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1311202179000063239?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1311202179000063239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1311202179000063239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1311202179000063239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1311202179000063239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='Thnks Fr Th Mmrs'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-8256853306686992501</id><published>2008-08-09T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:44:45.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it me or is she not my type?'/><title type='text'>Arming To The Teeth</title><content type='html'>Whoaa...&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste anymore time sniping enemies ranging 1km away...&lt;br /&gt;I quit online chatting....Until the exam's over...&lt;br /&gt;I promised...&lt;br /&gt;No more online chatting...&lt;br /&gt;No more messaging her...&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjanjian Pengulang Kajian...&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a tough time...&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to do it??&lt;br /&gt;Bury my head into the books??&lt;br /&gt;Wait...That's not my style...&lt;br /&gt;It was...&lt;br /&gt;It was erm...&lt;br /&gt;Half a year ago since I studied...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get use to the new study system of mine...&lt;br /&gt;This deal last only for two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;And we made this deal for the sake of my study...&lt;br /&gt;Most astonishingly, I am not the one who offered this deal...&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to learn...&lt;br /&gt;So much to see...&lt;br /&gt;So much to explore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the exam's ending tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I am not going out of the grasp of the study monster...&lt;br /&gt;I joined ICAS examination which requires an outstanding standard of English skills to win...&lt;br /&gt;Study again...&lt;br /&gt;In other words...&lt;br /&gt;Play Computer Games!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-8256853306686992501?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/8256853306686992501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=8256853306686992501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8256853306686992501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/8256853306686992501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoaa.html' title='Arming To The Teeth'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6277920586910914254</id><published>2008-08-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:41:30.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred Just For Him'/><title type='text'>One Of The Weirdest Day Of My Life</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;I admit...&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday was quite worth a mention in this blog...&lt;br /&gt;Funny things happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for wasting your time...&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...What we all did was just standing there...&lt;br /&gt;And let four people wait for us to start a topic...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what...We didn't...&lt;br /&gt;What I did was just confessing my heart...(Yes, I am kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Then I zoomed to IT...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I wasn't late...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in IT class...&lt;br /&gt;I was perspiring profusely after a confess-getaway...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I just did...&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratz, we are having practical exam today...&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a live video recorded in that class...&lt;br /&gt;I am the one walking all around while the exam is going on...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and there's our IT teaching wearing a tudung...&lt;br /&gt;And kept coming towards my direction...&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get from helping others to pass the exam...&lt;br /&gt;A first class ticket to get out of the class....&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher can't help but to shoo me out of the class as soon as I finished my examination...&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's what I wanted...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to stay long in there and hear people calling my name from every corner of the classroom...&lt;br /&gt;I thought this examination was self-service...&lt;br /&gt;In fact, every exam is...&lt;br /&gt;Never be an IT monitor...&lt;br /&gt;You get to tour around the class every week...Many tours...&lt;br /&gt;And what do you get from helping people??&lt;br /&gt;A compliment saying : "You're good, you dumped me halfway and went out yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not THAT bad...&lt;br /&gt;You get to walk around with the excuse: " I am helping people"&lt;br /&gt;And an indoor physical training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip, skip, skip...&lt;br /&gt;And now we are at my classroom...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to score a goal at class basketball...&lt;br /&gt;There was me...Lifting my hands...&lt;br /&gt;Focusing...Focusing...Focusing...&lt;br /&gt;Breathing slowly...&lt;br /&gt;There comes my paper-ball power...&lt;br /&gt;Wait, someone's calling my name...&lt;br /&gt;"Ivy!! XX wants to give a love to you!!"&lt;br /&gt;What!? A love!? How the hell did that happened??&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, that guy...&lt;br /&gt;I receieve a delivery of love-shaped metal coated in pink paint...&lt;br /&gt;from the shouter...&lt;br /&gt;"Here, XX wants to give you this"&lt;br /&gt;And there that karate member went...&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me confused for 3 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;I threw my paper ball in the dustbin...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that KPL sitting beside that love-shaped-metal-inventor is coming to dump somthing too...&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very upset or anything...So I didn't throw that love-shaped-metal away...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I gave it to that KPL...&lt;br /&gt;"Please call him to take this (love??) to me by himself"&lt;br /&gt;Whether he's not brave enough or he understands that I am not accepting his love...&lt;br /&gt;I did not get another McD I'm loving it delivery...&lt;br /&gt;If I were to break his heart...&lt;br /&gt;I would just go up to him and tell him that I am gay and his metal sucks...&lt;br /&gt;He shouldn't have confess to me though...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's not him, himself&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is what happens when your love doesn't accept you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness of failure of his and the awkward feeling of mine keeping us from being friends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6277920586910914254?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6277920586910914254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6277920586910914254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6277920586910914254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6277920586910914254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-weirdest-day-of-my-life.html' title='One Of The Weirdest Day Of My Life'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-3958673395499456052</id><published>2008-08-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:40:13.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGM'/><title type='text'>The Day After Today</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;br /&gt;They left us...&lt;br /&gt;And there's someone new to guide us now...&lt;br /&gt;They are no longer with us...&lt;br /&gt;What wrong with me!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I even drop a single tear??&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's cryin' as if their loved ones are going to die...&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking??&lt;br /&gt;Halting myself from crying??&lt;br /&gt;And now keeping all the sadness to myself...&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic Poison Ivy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am much sadder now compared to this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I let go all my feelings??&lt;br /&gt;The sound pollution in this internet cafe is certain...&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't feel a thing...&lt;br /&gt;Well,I was happy for them to let go all of this pressure casted on them months ago...&lt;br /&gt;I was hapy that I am able to joke with them...legally...&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that I get to hold onto them at least 5 seconds each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check...!!&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE GOING TO LEAVE US!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WON'T BE SEEING THEM THAT OFTEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;God...I am so lack of Vitamin CMT...&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world without them???&lt;br /&gt;Forget it...&lt;br /&gt;We are like plants and they are our sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;Why is heaven doing this to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will our tomorrow be?&lt;br /&gt;Our days are covered with dark clouds in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't be shining...&lt;br /&gt;The stars are no longer twinkling in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;The crows won't sing...&lt;br /&gt;The flowers don't bloom anymore...&lt;br /&gt;The absence of committee makes our lives flourished with depression...&lt;br /&gt;Our days are no longer sanguine...&lt;br /&gt;Sad plays are acted out by us since that moment they departed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so gonna change!! Maybe a little...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow...I managed to survive without crying in there...&lt;br /&gt;That's the good part...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanted them to go...&lt;br /&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when they're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can hold onto them again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-3958673395499456052?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/3958673395499456052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=3958673395499456052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3958673395499456052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/3958673395499456052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-after-today.html' title='The Day After Today'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-6469842977205005253</id><published>2008-08-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:52:08.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forty Kinds Of Sadness'/><title type='text'>Forty Kinds Of Sadness</title><content type='html'>Two days...&lt;br /&gt;Chasing me around...&lt;br /&gt;I go...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy when you're outside my world....&lt;br /&gt;When you're outside of my world...&lt;br /&gt;No sound...&lt;br /&gt;Singin' me to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the room to breathe...&lt;br /&gt;Just be with me...&lt;br /&gt;Just be with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same thing alwayz happen when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;But just around the corner is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are waiting at the door...&lt;br /&gt;Just like everytime before...&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;And I know you kinda like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same thing alwayz happen when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;But just around the corner is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                          Adapted and edited from Ryan Cabrera's 40 kinds of sadness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWwUBSUa9Q4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWwUBSUa9Q4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-6469842977205005253?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/6469842977205005253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=6469842977205005253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6469842977205005253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/6469842977205005253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/forty-kinds-of-sadness.html' title='Forty Kinds Of Sadness'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3415186254168902970.post-1221678777411030878</id><published>2008-08-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:59:54.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Confessions For Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ6RN2MaBdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XB0KvzIGep0/s1600-h/Need+For+Speed+Prostreet.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ6RN2MaBdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XB0KvzIGep0/s400/Need+For+Speed+Prostreet.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232779484122973650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go again....&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the computer....&lt;br /&gt;As usual,You can see my unmovable eyeballs glued to the screen...&lt;br /&gt;Chewing on a chocolate bar...(That's where I get most of fat from)&lt;br /&gt;Left hand on the keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;The other clicking on the mouse as if the world's gonna end tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;That's why Teddy Panda didn't enjoy using my mouse...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;When that sight sets on your mind, that's me playing Titan Quest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rarely find me playing puzzle games...or never!!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think they are boring...&lt;br /&gt;Unchallenging...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am always a show for playing RPG(Role Playing Games) games, strategic games and War games...&lt;br /&gt;RPG games armed with a whole lot of chanllenging quest and mysteries...&lt;br /&gt;Stratgic games that's exciting and involves a lot of awesome fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;War games that make my hands shaking tremendously while trying to snipe an enemy...&lt;br /&gt;One of my most unforgetable stories is the one entitiled "Pirates of the Carribean: The Black Pearl" and Harry Potter (Weird huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few strategy games I would recommend would be Command and Conquer series...&lt;br /&gt;CNC:Generals,CNC:Generals Zero Hour,CNC:Red Alert series,CNC 3:Tiberium Wars or Kane's Wrath...&lt;br /&gt;Starcraft was on my everyday list...ten years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for War Games...&lt;br /&gt;Call of duty series and Medal of Honour series are the best...&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss out the others too:&lt;br /&gt;SWAT Team,Counter Strike,Star Wars Battlefront,CNC:Renegade&lt;br /&gt;Renegade was a big hit...&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't forget how you could survive shooting 30 veteran soldiers at a time...alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do play other games actually...&lt;br /&gt;Crime solving games like CSI games...&lt;br /&gt;Live-your-life games like The Sims 2 series....&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy playing online games as much as others do....&lt;br /&gt;What I do really like to get my fingers in are games that involve&lt;br /&gt;Rulling the country...much like Rome: Total Wars...Playing this for 5 years....&lt;br /&gt;Roman civilization...Phallanx!!Charge!!&lt;br /&gt;Greek civilization...There's Alexander the Great!!&lt;br /&gt;Spine Chilling games...Horrifying-Human-eating-Bloody-surprise-filled games like Prey and Doom 3&lt;br /&gt;On seas games...Matey....&lt;br /&gt;Fighting games....Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another taste I would like to mention is...Racing games...&lt;br /&gt;Race boats...&lt;br /&gt;Skateboards...&lt;br /&gt;Motorbikes...&lt;br /&gt;Cars especially...&lt;br /&gt;My passion for cars is unbreakable...&lt;br /&gt;Need For Speed Series...&lt;br /&gt;I love NFS: Most Wanted the most...&lt;br /&gt;Juiced series...&lt;br /&gt;They drive and you take the money...&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer Need For Speed series the most...&lt;br /&gt;Undergrounds are for night racings....&lt;br /&gt;Most Wanted is on illegal means...That means you have your day chasing by police race cars and helicopters!!!&lt;br /&gt;Carbons are also on illegal means but without helicopters and you focus mainly on conquering turfs and racing on hills like Initial D...&lt;br /&gt;Prostreet is legal racing that means without police force and you are racing...No....not on the streets...On highways like Formula 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ6RsprzspI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kJ6QCYlGNFk/s400/2009+Chevrolet+Corvette+ZR1+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232780013340963474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you see any games that cantwist my head(and without making it goes off) and make my eyes burn with eager and fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Call me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3415186254168902970-1221678777411030878?l=razorkim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/feeds/1221678777411030878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3415186254168902970&amp;postID=1221678777411030878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1221678777411030878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3415186254168902970/posts/default/1221678777411030878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorkim.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-for-games.html' title='Confessions For Games'/><author><name>Razor劲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178012802672653144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ7S3NFnAgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOD5LOEp2JE/s1600-R/Me%2B3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DtncAMteQXc/SJ6RN2MaBdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XB0KvzIGep0/s72-c/Need+For+Speed+Prostreet.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
