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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2010/03/links-acjc-arthur-delci-duong-kamyan.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114831539879737680</id><published>2006-05-23T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:29:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shoot... really shoot man. i'm so like gonna screw things up as i usually do.&lt;br /&gt;eunice i'm learning to be blur. oh man. what's the world become man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blur today. i sent coach the e-mail only today... and when was i suppose to send it... like so not today... it was like thursday night. i'm in like deep ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally not just screw that up... but also, i screwed up the training for tmr, i like you can say throw away my whole training for tomorow. i'm like not just gonna waste my trng for tmr but also the trng for my teammates... gosh, i shouldn't have gone for trng that day. no matter how desperate i was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm like so not correct. i'm like just not correct.in the wrong state of mind&lt;br /&gt;there's just one screw off. &lt;br /&gt;in badminton, i'm just not grasping the correct technique.&lt;br /&gt;in academics, i'm like just sleeping away in class and study at home.&lt;br /&gt;in piano, i'm starting to hate it.the keys, black and white... seems like endless torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is shattering away into pieces--just like a dream fading when the morning breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my purpose of living... i know no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在也不知道我活着的原因，我就是活一天算一天，得过且过浪费人生。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114805759309141007</id><published>2006-05-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:53:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Duck &amp; the Devil &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.  Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching!Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."?But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen."? Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally just smiled and said," Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help."?She whispered again, "Remember the duck?"?So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's ... he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing,  but because I love you, I forgave you.I was just wondering how long  you would let Sally make a slave of you." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Thought for the day and every day thereafter?  Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... and the devil  keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt,fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.) ...whatever it is....You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing..... &gt;He has  seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets ..... It is by God's grace and &gt;mercy that we are saved. Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share this with a friend and always remember: God is at the window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You cannot believe in GOD until you believe in yourself." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i got this from an email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114805759309141007?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114805759309141007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114805759309141007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114805759309141007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114805759309141007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/duck-devil-there-was-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114811028345207415</id><published>2006-05-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:31:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5639/2020/1600/beachrose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pretty rose. try to find the dolphin. quite cool. haha. i like pretty rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114811028345207415?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114811028345207415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114811028345207415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114811028345207415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114811028345207415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-pretty-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114771292947351946</id><published>2006-05-16T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:08:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala. i'm alive and hopping mad.&lt;br /&gt;i think the more i train in both of my sports... the worst i get.&lt;br /&gt;either that or i'm just not concentrating properly.&lt;br /&gt;somehow. my stamina drop a lot.&lt;br /&gt;pissed. i need to train again. all over again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. who want to train with me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to train until i can do 50 guy push up non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. i'm not up to standard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. to all badminton people: trng today is canceled. and remember to bring what eva shirt you suppose to bring tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec1: PE shirt&lt;br /&gt;sec2: the grey shirt.&lt;br /&gt;sec3: blue yellow white shirt... ( i still dun like it much)&lt;br /&gt;sec4: i duno what they wearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise i've never played in tournament. sec2 because of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;sec3 because of nutters. sec1 dun need to say i still dancing away. ( sheesh ... i dun really like dancing much, only gymnast probably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i gonna sleep. today gonna play about 5 games of bowling. if i can handle it.  cya round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114771292947351946?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114771292947351946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114771292947351946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114771292947351946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114771292947351946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114736205645302619</id><published>2006-05-11T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:40:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel great man.&lt;br /&gt;the loads lifted.&lt;br /&gt;我觉得好棒 烦恼抛到九霄云外 什么事都不用去想 头脑一片空白 我觉得点儿闷 我陪朋友去kboxing. 唱了俊杰 f4 等歌呀 还是一样闷 要我怎么办呀 啊啊我知道了 hey 朋友明天去bowling吧 淑英说什么要拔牙 佩汶得跑一趟 到她外婆家 嗨嗨真伤感 但这伤感却十分短暂 明天来了说我们能去 来吧朋友一起去玩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm done with my crapping. i'm hopelesss. cannot write chinese poem/rap/whatever you call the chunk of words above. haha. anyway. the point is i went bowling and kbox. yesterday and today. wo hao high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 明天也有武术我好开心。啊啊！真的好开心。我好想去打球。很想很想再次去打球。&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. i go sleep le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114736205645302619?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114736205645302619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114736205645302619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114736205645302619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114736205645302619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-great-man.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114709982828585281</id><published>2006-05-08T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:58:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really shouldnt be posting. but anyway. just update on the exams&lt;br /&gt;7 down 2 to go&lt;br /&gt;yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;english - ok&lt;br /&gt;chinese- ok&lt;br /&gt;math - not so ok&lt;br /&gt;chem - seems ok but seeming is believing&lt;br /&gt;music - not so confident&lt;br /&gt;geog -oh man i spent too much time studying chem&lt;br /&gt;lit - should be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics and a math left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. whahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for obs&lt;br /&gt;go and get burnt black. i decided i will not go for the malaysia trip.&lt;br /&gt;it has changed from mt kinabalu to some water rafting.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt seem really appealing to me somehow. i decided not to go.&lt;br /&gt;well... see first.&lt;br /&gt;that day she say meet her then i think she forget again. wasted 1 solid hour waiting.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went for wushu. lalala. feel so happy. got new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i bought shoes for jiejie too.&lt;br /&gt;that day, she jump around wearing them. then told me.&lt;br /&gt;"i love these shoes my ideal shoes dont have so long laces... "&lt;br /&gt;she jumping around showing everyone the shoe. i think she got excited by&lt;br /&gt;the word "wu" she really funny. anyway that's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got the same pair of shoes as my jie.&lt;br /&gt;whee... i hope it can last me for 3 years. lala. it is a bit big.&lt;br /&gt;shoes that i wear the longest that has ever lasted me is 2 years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114709982828585281?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114709982828585281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114709982828585281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114709982828585281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114709982828585281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-really-shouldnt-be-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114697091548127795</id><published>2006-05-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:01:55.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read this really hilarious thing.&lt;br /&gt;the title is "mother knows best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN invited his mother over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching him and his room-mate,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, his mum wondered if there was more&lt;br /&gt;between them than met the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian said: 'I assure you Stephanie and I are just&lt;br /&gt;room-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'About a week later, Stephanie said to Brian:'Ever&lt;br /&gt;since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable&lt;br /&gt;to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't&lt;br /&gt;suppose she took it, do you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian said:'Well, I doubt it, but I'll e-mail just to be&lt;br /&gt;sure.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote:'Dear Mum: I'm not saying that you 'did&lt;br /&gt;'take the gravy ladle from the house; I'm not saying&lt;br /&gt;that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact&lt;br /&gt;remains that one has been missing ever since you&lt;br /&gt;were here for dinner. Love, Brian.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, his mother e-mailed back: 'Dear Son:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Stephanie;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie. But the fact remains that if Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found&lt;br /&gt;the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: Never lie to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;interesting way of speech anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114697091548127795?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114697091548127795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114697091548127795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114697091548127795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114697091548127795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-read-this-really-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114675344541517246</id><published>2006-05-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:37:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing can stop me from feeling happy and so high.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. not even cowards that tag my blog negatively and anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;i want to spin spin spin on the ice and dont stop till i want to.&lt;br /&gt;(if only i know how to spin)&lt;br /&gt;during holidays, i want to go on a crash training and go bowling after trainings.&lt;br /&gt;that would be so cool and fun man. but it's just a want not a can.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can do nothing but sports and things i love.&lt;br /&gt;but what tradegy or tragedy. i cannot.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i dont do extremely well in the things i love and i'm not a genius.  (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;so therefore, i cannot do just plainly do sports and the things i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get to climb mt kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited to go obs. i dont feel like studying. ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... i was thinking a lot today. on what i cannot really remember.&lt;br /&gt;because today got long train ride home.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i really know why people say...&lt;br /&gt;失去了才知道珍惜...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... in other words. just treasure the loved ones you have beside you.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how irritating or how violent they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114675344541517246?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114675344541517246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114675344541517246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114675344541517246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114675344541517246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-can-stop-me-from-feeling-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114649855792112967</id><published>2006-05-01T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:49:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just wanna wish some people happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wynn thandar : happy birthday, may you grow prettier each day and jiayou in all that you do...lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalvin Ng:  yo yo. happy birthday to ya too. your leg okay ready not? when you coming back to wushu... get well soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie and di: zafey, hereby sends her really belated wishes to her beloved sister and brother. happy birthday jie and di. lala... i havent give you guys your present.i bake for you guys okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirls and fion and mark and all april bdae babies: happy belated birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114649855792112967?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114649855792112967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114649855792112967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114649855792112967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114649855792112967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-wanna-wish-some-people-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114648673162340225</id><published>2006-05-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T05:51:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;got hit by my bro's double stick.&lt;br /&gt;painpain... wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: stay away from ninjas who treat their stick as javelin.&lt;br /&gt;he think he samurai jack or javelin thrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/toWU_Vtip3Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you can see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;whippeee...&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for exams to be over.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm 得过且过ing...&lt;br /&gt;i failed to meet my mark for amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go study le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114648673162340225?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114648673162340225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114648673162340225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114648673162340225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114648673162340225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/wahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114641845164653897</id><published>2006-05-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:34:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget the future of unknown despair&lt;br /&gt;put behind the nightmares from the past&lt;br /&gt;hold close to you the sweet moments of the present&lt;br /&gt;treasure all that you once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不在乎天长地久， 只在乎曾经拥有。这是人生的无奈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my tian. is studying really that difficult?&lt;br /&gt;i just cant seem to focus. i go revise my amath.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, i had a very very very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;super bad. i lost all my matches.&lt;br /&gt;do i really need so much training to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;while others only need one training a week.&lt;br /&gt;ahh... something's wrong with me again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling anti-social. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it is just study stress.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to sentosa or that nice place at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;the helicopter landing area. ( ithink)&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. the weirdest thing now.&lt;br /&gt;something's really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like eating chicken anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i see it as dead meat. as a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause in china, i saw how cute the chickens look.&lt;br /&gt;and how brutally it's been murdered to be served on a platter.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm seeing chicken as like dead flesh.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary. my mind is thinking too much nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;weirdly, i dont mind eating other kind of meat.&lt;br /&gt;eg. fish, pork, minced meat. and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should not go to the slaughterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll have to become a vegetaran.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can put jupi's pic here.&lt;br /&gt;she somehow likes my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;always go there to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and she very smart.&lt;br /&gt;always come to my room and bark at me to feed her water.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. little shitzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i saw some little baby shitzu and maltese.&lt;br /&gt;so kawaii. fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;but decided, i'm not good enough to be its owner.&lt;br /&gt;the poor pup will be neglected.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DONT NEED ANOTHER DOG TO WHINE FOR WATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114641845164653897?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114641845164653897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114641845164653897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114641845164653897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114641845164653897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/05/forget-future-of-unknown-despair-put.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114606180656695052</id><published>2006-04-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:30:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's music exam was like. fun.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's science competition was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to go assembly so went for this science competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt something today. i dont know whether it is a good or a bad value.&lt;br /&gt;不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有。我们从来不拥有分秒，而是时间拥有我们。&lt;br /&gt;这是人生的无奈。&lt;br /&gt;it is chinese so kindly... reload the whole page as unicode. (click view, encoding then unicode)&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether it is something worth knowing.&lt;br /&gt;but it is sure is sth that tells me that everything around me is precious.&lt;br /&gt;(someone teach me to apprieciate the little things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, shuying was telling me that if only i focused, i can do well in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel my life is too spread out.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder. it is like 精神分散&lt;br /&gt;is sport + music + academics = unbalanced life?&lt;br /&gt;maybe... sometimes it is just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;i think i do have too many loves.&lt;br /&gt;i just love everything that i take part in.&lt;br /&gt;from what i think i do best to what i think i do worst.&lt;br /&gt;i just think i dont hate anything. even though sometimes i still say i do.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is hate is probably 人生的无奈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go and try focus on my chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to mrs koh: i finally passed my social studies test... i didnt fail. finally for once. so you dont have to pour water on me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;在一生中，苦多余乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;我不信我不能争取到我所追求的东西，除非神说我得放弃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114606180656695052?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114606180656695052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114606180656695052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114606180656695052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114606180656695052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-music-exam-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114597259832130182</id><published>2006-04-25T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:43:19.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is just messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natarie: thanks a lot man pal. i feel like a person who stole all your notes. thanks a lot. i wonder how my grades will be like without you. be tuition teacher okay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice: hey shuying. thanks for a lot for a friend always there. let's make more cookies. thanks for listening to all my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen: yoyo partner. you play game i sleep. so fun right. haha. we are just the best pair of slackers in class. jiayou for common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xueyuan: hello xiao yuan. funky class chair. how many more paper cranes to go? i made 50 more. whee. i love paper cranes. you want some more. i make you one testube of paper cranes for your bdae want not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiying: boo. whahahahahaha. want to train after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie: i love my jie. jie can you be shorter so that you can be my mei XD.  i only need a few more cm. dont worry. you will get the chance to be the youngest. one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fion and joha : jiayou for all your exams. when are we gonna take our neoprint? we've been waiting for ages. since last year. or we just three really busy people. haha. anyway. jiayou. keep you guys in prayer. see you guys at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dot: long time never see you le. how's your bass going? i want learn guitar you want to teach me? i very hopeless only can play two chords C and G. jiayou for your exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april: i wanted to tell you this. you are one of the few people that i met that doesnt mind eating at hawker centres. thanks a lot pal. jiayou in your triple sci. and wushu. XD (play dao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow xh: yo man. how's your ankle. jiayou jiayou. tell you sth stupid. the sec3 suppose to go for tourni during the hols. then the tourni dates changed on our obs. so stupid de. hmph. unfair.and when will chow hui hui be coming back to train with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel: that pic on your msn display is very sweet. haha. you've got a sweet face anyway. stay sweet always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach gy: how do you train yao li??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton people: go look at your attendance it's on the badminton board. if you duno which is the badminton board just find a board that is spunky orange and green.  sec2's you guys must come more often so miserable de. only got 4 regulars. come on you guys can do better than that...  sec1's, those that turn up keep up and train seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin: what's your p.r.? mine is now you can probably guess. exams. how was your oral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the people all around the world: jiayou in all that you do. Jesus loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114597259832130182?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114597259832130182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114597259832130182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114597259832130182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114597259832130182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-just-messages.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114589337180670549</id><published>2006-04-24T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:10:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great. it's connected. just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;then followed by EL, CL&lt;br /&gt;and i cant remember the rest. i only know&lt;br /&gt;i need to study bloody hard. i want to get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;so ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis give excuse for not gg today. oh man. i'm just one human that suck at persuasive tones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114589337180670549?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114589337180670549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114589337180670549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114589337180670549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114589337180670549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/great_24.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114580244312626049</id><published>2006-04-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:27:23.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/zaphney/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; i dont wanna change domain... (wonders what the TA will do to my com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training on sat was fun.&lt;br /&gt;met nicholas. i'm making too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;had two matches with him.&lt;br /&gt;first match won. made lots of mistakes but got service to cover.&lt;br /&gt;second match lost. no service to cover.it was like shoot man.&lt;br /&gt;my mistakes: too many mistakes and no plan B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to change my design. i dont want blue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anonymous ppl( those that once tagged my blog): some tips please.&lt;br /&gt;should it be orange and black or sth. i want to change the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;maybe my theme would be "my game mylife"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sounds weird but heck.dun care le.after exams then i make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i like ruiling's layout quite nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;very simple and nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i dun want to write rubbish le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shirley jie: welcome to the family... (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xy and sy: thanks for the reminders for the forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sy: hope you liked the rainbow that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ps: jie said she will go wushu tmr. i hope she keeps word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sarang haeyo 只对你说.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;即使天不要你，地也恨死你，天父依然爱着你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cao ji random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114580244312626049?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114580244312626049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114580244312626049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114580244312626049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114580244312626049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-wanna-change-domain.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114563704650616298</id><published>2006-04-22T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:30:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that 1 in 10 fish don't like water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that if you eat cheese before going to bed it can give you nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that it's against the law to hunt whales in Oklahoma, USA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that more than 2500 left handed people are killed every year from using right handed products?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that it's against the law in Chicago to eat in a place that is on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that the average person's left hand does 56% of the typing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that a shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that it's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that in England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know that it's physically impossible to lick your elbow?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that everyone who reads this line will try to lick his/ her elbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know:You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents, daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death. (dont try this at home lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alabama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Anyone who wears a false mustache to church and causes "unseemly laughter" will be arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Operating a motor vehicle while wearing a blindfold is illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Breton: It is unlawful to ride down the street in a motorboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--Mobile: Pigeons may not eat pebbles from composite roofs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their butts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?...More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received&lt;br /&gt;a telephone call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?... The greatest recorded number of children that have been born by one mother is 69! The poor lass gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets and a measly 4 sets of quadruplets. Even in the days before IVF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?... Every 5 seconds a computer gets infected with a  virus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?...13% of Americans actually believe that some parts of the moon are made of cheese...yummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?...The word 'corr' actually means 'odd' in Irish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?...In Texas, a recently passed anticrime law requires criminals to give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and to explain the nature of the crime to be committed. Only in Texas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, parks in London alone are doused in one million gallons of dog urine.&lt;br /&gt;The germs present in human faeces can pass through up to ten layers of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;The best recorded distance for projectile vomiting is 27 feet.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, if you swallow chewing gum it does not stay in the gut. Usually it will pass through the system and be excreted without incident. However, several cases have been reported where the gum has stuck in the rectum, causing the unfortunate sufferer to&lt;br /&gt;excrete long sticky trails of gum, like a pink spider's web.&lt;br /&gt;Several well documented instances have been reported of extremely obese people flushing&lt;br /&gt;aircraft toilets whilst still sitting on them. The vacuum action of these toilets sucked the rectum inside out.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to cough your guts up.&lt;br /&gt;If your body's natural defences failed, the bacteria in your gut would consume you within 48 hours, literally eating you from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is one of the most difficult items for sewage works to handle, as it is insoluble, yet fine enough to pass through most filtration systems? (Every month Thames Water removes over a ton of this substance from its water treatment plants, whereupon it is taken away to a landfill site and buried - nice job) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You guessed it - pubic hairParasites count for 0.01% of your body weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The longest recorded tapeworm found in the human body was 33 metres in length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A woman who had recently visited South America, where she had safaried in local rainforest,&lt;br /&gt;began to experience severe pains in her left ear, accompanied by headaches, dizziness and constant rustling sounds, at first put down to tinnitis. It became so serious that exploratory surgery was required, which revealed that a spider which had become trapped in her ear. Eventually it had eaten through her eardrum and was living within the aural cavity. The rustling sounds were from the spider crawling around inside her skull. An egg sac was also removed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- The first prime number is 2 and it is the only even prime number- The numer 1234567891,&lt;br /&gt;which cycles through all the digits, is prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- The 230th largest prime number, which has 6400 digits, is composed of 6399 9's and one 8- A certain prime number can be written as...(10^1951) x (10^1975 + 1991991991991991991991991) + 1...and&lt;br /&gt;it was discovered in 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- The number (2^30402457) - 1 is the largest known prime and has 9152052 digits- Phi (The Golden Ratio), which begins 1.618..., is the most irrational of the irrational numbersAlso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- 10 Percent of the population is left handed.- Left handers die (on average) 10 years earlier than right handers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*ripped from ron*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thought it was interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114563704650616298?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114563704650616298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114563704650616298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114563704650616298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114563704650616298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-you-know-did-you-know-that-1-in-10.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114545731262201136</id><published>2006-04-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:35:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped school today. for the sigma fair thing.&lt;br /&gt;so fun. i think i learnt more today somehow.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause it wasnt so fast paced.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i absorbed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have gone for wushu this monday.&lt;br /&gt;i just realise wushu is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life... i felt wushu so exhaustful.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died doing the warm up...&lt;br /&gt;two main reasons: wo fa shao &amp; wo niu shang jiao.&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion drawn from this experience...&lt;br /&gt;if you just recover from a fever within 24h to wushu,&lt;br /&gt;dont go for wushu, no matter how you much you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo jue de wo na tian bu ting jie de quan gao shi  zi zao bei shang...&lt;br /&gt;i got a bit upset... then when chee came...&lt;br /&gt;she ask me if i knew what was rest...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont since i love sports so much.&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder how i ever completed my last swimming test.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew. nevermind God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i lost to that wang jian. lost to his not-so-good scores somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i lost to him for 2.4. i ran on monday. my timing was not good. lost to him by like 7 s. 11.17&lt;br /&gt;i try to beat him again next year. i know edmund tham is like 9min runner.&lt;br /&gt;fion also often say she run 9 minutes for 2.4. a bit not believable la. for red cross girl...&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. anyway. i try run fast fast fast fast next year. must get into 10+time.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.let's do training. ( chee i dont know the meaning of rest )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exam, let's go kbox and bowling. yippee. let's go study...&lt;br /&gt;okay i better dont blog le. later you dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pop goes the w3as32l... let's party till night end and dawn wakes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114545731262201136?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114545731262201136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114545731262201136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114545731262201136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114545731262201136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114512540425514422</id><published>2006-04-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:54:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kalvin showed me this gay couple blog. gays from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;gosh man. i hope it is a joke or sth. or they are making a prank or sth.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. dont bother. dont understand how come people so siao.&lt;br /&gt;want to get attracted to same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle is much better.&lt;br /&gt;it looks more normal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bad human.&lt;br /&gt;i havent return ppl their things.&lt;br /&gt;i still owe ppl these things&lt;br /&gt;sarah: glitter&lt;br /&gt;cherylnn and janell: test tube&lt;br /&gt;ms ho: money eunice: money&lt;br /&gt;ahh... gosh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think YE sec2's are really cute ppl...&lt;br /&gt;was reading their blog. so kawaii de.&lt;br /&gt;i think they are group of funny people.&lt;br /&gt;friendly people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114512540425514422?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114512540425514422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114512540425514422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114512540425514422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114512540425514422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/kalvin-showed-me-this-gay-couple-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114476486032621845</id><published>2006-04-11T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:14:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emily: i think i did sprain my ankle. the pain a bit chi duan. at night after wushu about 11pm then i can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for training today. i probably wont go on thurs if the ankle is still injured. coach lend me the ankle guard. but i then i think i played better without it. so when i play with this guy called alvin or was it kalvin or ervin or sth... ( let kal/ al/ er be called x) so anyway. i played singles with xvin... then it was like hurting like mad. hopping mad mad. then the best thing, he attack my backhand lobe. today, i got a big big problem. i cannot smash properly. i cannot run properly. and i cannot lobe straight. i want to practise service until i can serve like that xvin guy. his service is like bloody high. so much so that you can even lose at the start. i want to smash on the line. i really really want to. i want to control the game. i dont want to be the one being controlled. coach lee often told me that i'm a person that is not able to read the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. janell you didnt bring your water gun. haha. bang bang. shoot shoot. gotcha man. this sounds lame... anyway. i gotcha. lalala. oh yuan yuan. we gonna get our 30% so happy. for eunice's aunt. yipee.. lala.  exams coming. i feel happy. some how. cause i know what's coming up after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go K box? hear our awful singing. haha. dont worry peiwen, i wont be anti climax to go do homework.that' stupid man. anyway. i promise you i will sing out of tune. yipee. after. kbox we go bowling. yeah man. remember to bring 20 dollars. must bring money de. we go bowling bowling and bowl some more. i wont go iceskating. i want to go roller blading at night. i want to go to those kind of slope place go there and learn to fall and have fun. i want to go sentosa too... hiaz... wo zai kong xiang. i need to ying fu kao shi. yao kao hao cheng ji. otherwise... first to go will be one of my sports trng. i very sure. i have to prove i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank God for someone today. i want to thank God for my jiejie. cause it is her birthday and she has helped me in a lot of things that she doesnt know she have. ( do you understand? dun understand than nvm... just know i love my jiejie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted a kor and a mei but i got a jie and a di instead. probably when i grow older, my jie will be shorter than me than my di will be taller than me. than yipee i have my wish fufilled... ( wo zai kong xiang ba le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go study physics tmr got test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114476486032621845?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114476486032621845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114476486032621845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114476486032621845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114476486032621845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/emily-i-think-i-did-sprain-my-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114442884062853760</id><published>2006-04-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:54:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was really nuts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i confess. i have not been practising my piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone. anyone. you can hit me. use anything also can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i never get hit for very long le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no one nag at me for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think i should skip with that kind of badminton skipping rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;more of whip. cause i long time never feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;我忘了疼痛的感觉了。我好久没跌倒。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;原来最疼痛的表情竟是没有情绪。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CoachYeo: thanks a billion man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coach yeo taught me the trick to do double skip. as in you jump once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the rope goes below your feet twice. yupyup. it just sounds difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway. i need a buddy to do push ups with me. who want to train with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyone also can. we do 50 pushups or more per training. guys army style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyone want to do. can find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;natalie ho. this senior was the only person i met wheneva ask her to do physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay no prob man. even 45 degrees. (i like push ups. i think she likes 45 degrees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i always remember my first training.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then this person came and make us do 45 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i always remember she is never much aware of how much time passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she counted really slowly. anyway. thanks nat. now i can do really lots of sit ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know haowen can do 65 in a minute or so i heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll try break that record. try only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway. came back from wushu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coach ruiling was like diaoing as in correcting our changquan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's like quite fun. like you wen gu zhi xin. and the xin is really xing xian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay... i'm a bit (well xy would say random) not right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quite fun. i saw a lot of people do their wushu. today. it was like cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;different from seeing on video. it's 3d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i saw quite a few do the changquan quite cool man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway... i'm quite hopeless with the changquan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;especially the part before za quan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;feel so happy today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i gonna try do my cartwheel the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is weird though. feels weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my frontwalk is still as unstable. i gonna try in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh man. i just realise. my timetable for the june hols is quite full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;first week --&gt; obs (go get burnt black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;second week --&gt; church camp and school extra lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;third week--&gt; badminton tournament. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fourth week --&gt; homework rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need time for my piano. it's coming. ahh.. the exam. i didnt want it this year though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wanted it next year during feb. anyway. too late. i paid already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i gtg and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyone free to come tmr. please feel free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my stall is in the middle of the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114442884062853760?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114442884062853760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114442884062853760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114442884062853760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114442884062853760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-really-nuts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114347358468767705</id><published>2006-03-27T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:33:04.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huihui and my sis wants to learn wushu. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;huihui jie is gonna let wenxi learn wushu. so cool man.&lt;br /&gt;wenxi is like only 1yrs old( i think only... see i'm a lousy aunt)&lt;br /&gt;and loves swimming and jumping into the pool. she seem to like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;so cute. i cant imagine if wenxi and kah yin learn wushu. my youngest niece and my little angel cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie doesnt wanna join me for wushu. but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;she learning wushu okay le. cause if she fall in love with wushu,&lt;br /&gt;then she get out of JJC, she will likely join me. =) aint that great&lt;br /&gt;all i need is patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuwen should be joining wushu too this year. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;=) i need to study le. otherwise ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to give up sports... i wonder what my life is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hectic lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;monday. tuition badminton wushu&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. M.O.T. badminton&lt;br /&gt;wed. music till 6&lt;br /&gt;thurs. badminton&lt;br /&gt;friday. piano wushu.&lt;br /&gt;saturday. badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for a person called AUNTY SIEW JUAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114347358468767705?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114347358468767705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114347358468767705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114347358468767705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114347358468767705'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in pri1, my idea of a perfect school was a place where learning was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but by sec1, school was just a place where i'm suppose to spend half my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now my idea of school is like a place where i go and just try to keep myself awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the tablet thing is not so good after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in one way or another. the tablet allows teachers to pile homework up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and if just by chance we forget to check the mlg, the teachers will go didnt you check the mlg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's so nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dont think i ever want to be a teacher. especially not a school teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think being a teacher is a little evil somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i feel that being a teacher can make you become a little selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eg. you give out a little too much homework.instead of collecting cause you dont have time to mark, you pretend to forget about it or just do peer marking in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, let's quit the teachers part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this week was like a series of injuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;first i fell into the longkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;secondly, i found that i had a little cut on my forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thirdly, i accidentally hit my finger with my racket during physical conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lastly, i gave too high a service to this guy called bryan. he smash so powerful and the shuttle hit me slightly. the shuttle just flew past my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;need to sleep. i want to wake up early tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114270686514335021?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114270686514335021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114270686514335021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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while standing on the exact same spot.&lt;br /&gt;i flew over the changi airport,&lt;br /&gt;i could fly through walls.&lt;br /&gt;V camp was quite fun. the only thing is there is too much food.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fat. that i didnt even realise that i went to trng&lt;br /&gt;with energy from 7 oreo cookies.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt even hungry after trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit my own finger today... a bit stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the v camp psyched me or sth.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now crazy over star wars again.&lt;br /&gt;whee. little greenie yoda.&lt;br /&gt;anakin skywalker and darth vader.&lt;br /&gt;"I AM YOUR FATHER"&lt;br /&gt;whee. i like obiwan too.&lt;br /&gt;i want to find the phantom menace and the attack of the clones.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;still have ton of work to go through.&lt;br /&gt;i just completed like 2 math assignments. still have 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;still have 2 more compo. one chinese one music.&lt;br /&gt;ahh. still have geography i think.&lt;br /&gt;gosh man. doesnt matter. i'll pull through i think.&lt;br /&gt;this is every holiday's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's a math in the morning tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford sleeping in her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;elaine chua is one of the most serious teachers i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite friendly and everything.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say teacher like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow want to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;to see the sea.&lt;br /&gt;but there's no such thing called a quiet beach.&lt;br /&gt;anywayz. gd morning world.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sleep. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114253843726807909?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114253843726807909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114253843726807909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114253843726807909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114253843726807909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-were-to-tell-you-i-flew-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114235538431108788</id><published>2006-03-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:56:24.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>natalie, i know why you always say dont fall into the long kang.&lt;br /&gt;today, i zafey shall spread the message called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T FALL INTO THE LONGKANG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i finally understand the much care and thought and concern this issue requires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a big issue that someone has fallen into the longkang. example.&lt;br /&gt;in bowling, longkang longkang, means heart pain. cause you throw your money away.&lt;br /&gt;when you physically fall into the longkang, it means physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;cause the blood start flowing. the you know falling into longkang is bad.&lt;br /&gt;so if you dont comprehend the crap i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;just remember the blood red words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always remember that little boy with a yellow cap,&lt;br /&gt;i lent him my racket, he treated it like a baseball bat but he made sure it didnt hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;he tried to play badminton hopelessly, he had that little yellow cap on his head.&lt;br /&gt;like a little cool man.  he was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;a chubby little boy. when his dad said he had to go home le.&lt;br /&gt;he run to his dad, stopped halfway, turned around and shouted "zai jian jiejie"&lt;br /&gt;so cute right. how i wish my bro could speak chinese like this little man.&lt;br /&gt;was with wan ting and wan yun.&lt;br /&gt;we were playing badminton in open air. quite nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, for the first time, someone wanted to join wushu. i didnt even say anything. shuwen. really. wushu is not just for guys. after o levels you come, you can see girls too. shuwie really very funny. but yupyup. you never too young to start. got people like 40years old start learning. you this super muscle captain so fit can de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg sleep le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114235538431108788?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114235538431108788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>today was a little not normal. i woke up at 620 thinking it was tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the song i've been finding.&lt;br /&gt;the song played once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;i finally know what song it is.&lt;br /&gt;the song is now complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the song very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心被海风吹过&lt;br /&gt;咸咸的自由&lt;br /&gt;还隐隐作痛&lt;br /&gt;当太阳沉没&lt;br /&gt;我们的故事全剧终&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤被时间追过&lt;br /&gt;今天的自由&lt;br /&gt;是一道彩虹&lt;br /&gt;带我迎接&lt;br /&gt;明天最亮的晴空&lt;br /&gt;抹乾眼泪往前走&lt;br /&gt;用微笑召唤幸福海鸥&lt;br /&gt;我们勾勾手&lt;br /&gt;不准不快乐&lt;br /&gt;就把舍不得&lt;br /&gt;都丢进回忆的黑洞尘封&lt;br /&gt;如果遇见更好的人&lt;br /&gt;一定要更坚强&lt;br /&gt;勇敢去追求&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;要比谁都快乐&lt;br /&gt;都丢进成长的黑洞尘封&lt;br /&gt;一定更坚强把爱&lt;br /&gt;勇敢追求&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first heard the song, i thought it was somewhat innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to do any homework.&lt;br /&gt;why is life so graded and examined in such a way？&lt;br /&gt;what is life suppose to be ?&lt;br /&gt;is it about studying my head off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114227326747656536?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114227326747656536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114227326747656536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114227326747656536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114227326747656536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-little-not-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114208634972388827</id><published>2006-03-11T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:12:29.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the memory of horror flashed before me once again.&lt;br /&gt;i never want anyone to experience that fear.&lt;br /&gt;it was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was playing the piano when i heard a shout for help.&lt;br /&gt;thinking it was all a prank, he strolled up.&lt;br /&gt;"ay dear, it's really very painful"&lt;br /&gt;and there they went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;leaving me and my piano left all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要再提醒我  我不想听了&lt;br /&gt;你的一番好意回火 是我的折磨 &lt;br /&gt;我很想忘了它  但这记忆和我离不开&lt;br /&gt;我可憎可恨  这对我一生起变化的童年回忆&lt;br /&gt;我恳求 不要再说了  你的好意  我心领了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114208634972388827?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114208634972388827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114208634972388827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114208634972388827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114208634972388827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/memory-of-horror-flashed-before-me.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114201301670503829</id><published>2006-03-11T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:50:16.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my 天！&lt;br /&gt;muscle ache. i did train! =] sorry a bit lame.&lt;br /&gt;well... yesterday do gym for badminton training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from wushu. i always have gastric pain on friday.&lt;br /&gt;chi dong xi bu ding shi. hai wo de tian ah.&lt;br /&gt;learned changquan until a bit confused le. a lot of zha quan.&lt;br /&gt;i think i cannot really remember the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... i was reading tong hang's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this thing in his profile. and felt very demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;he is 167cm, and 50kg. and here i am a short human of&lt;br /&gt;157cm, 50kg. am i over weight is songkang just underweight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... arm hurts... COACH YEO... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a shooting star. just did. i feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw, i had an instinct to make a wish somehow.&lt;br /&gt;so i did. yupyup. tried to stay away to see more. but cant.&lt;br /&gt;and no more shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moon was once again as usual shining too brightly.&lt;br /&gt;the little stars that twinkle gently can never been seen so bright.&lt;br /&gt;the shooting star somewhat showed me the brightness of a star.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我是世上最幸福的女孩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;碰面流星 把眼睛闭上 &lt;br /&gt;嘴上要唱着  一个小心愿&lt;br /&gt;眼一振 流星已说再见！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114201301670503829?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114201301670503829/comments/default' title='Post 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God for today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a humanity kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;failed both humanities. as in yup. i did.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be afraid to say it.&lt;br /&gt;i failed. i went below my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;far far below.&lt;br /&gt;对不起. 有没有人要把我打醒？&lt;br /&gt;我很想回去  回不去的从前.&lt;br /&gt;时间已过了， 再也倒流不回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if people out there think i use too much chinese.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know that i am a chinese, there's nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;one day, people in england will laugh at you for excelling only in english.&lt;br /&gt;in Britain, the universities now have chinese language as a subject.&lt;br /&gt;i think the chinese language can never die.&lt;br /&gt;people will always use chinese. one day, i think it will become the main language.&lt;br /&gt;the main language will not be english then.&lt;br /&gt;just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to study with me on saturdays?&lt;br /&gt;at jurong library.&lt;br /&gt;finding study partners my age.&lt;br /&gt;taking pure chem phy, lit and geog, double math. and music if possible.&lt;br /&gt;who want to be my study partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice. i dont know whether i can source for a alphabet bead wholesaler.&lt;br /&gt;having hard time. whoever free can help me source for alphabet letters bead wholesaler?&lt;br /&gt;the budget about SGD$50 for about 1200 beads.&lt;br /&gt;metal or plastic also can.&lt;br /&gt;i want average quality. yupyup. price must be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;try to get a wholesaler in asia not in texas or sth.&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE ONG... i seriously feel like... ah... dont care le.&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114183621573905993?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114183621573905993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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had fun.&lt;br /&gt;but during badminton got a bit tired so was quite sulky.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went iceskating with nat eun and xue.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS! you guys are better than me.&lt;br /&gt;learn within 4h.&lt;br /&gt;the first time i went ice skating with my swimming coach. fall a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;second time with johnathan and YE ppl. i roller blade a lot so okay le.&lt;br /&gt;third time with wushu ppl. i fall a lot too. and very good at banging into ppl.&lt;br /&gt;fourth time yesterday, the place was quite empty. i went at about 1130.&lt;br /&gt;half day in school. so cool. i love it. i fell lesser times. fell twice on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy very cool. he skate very fast and can like jump very high and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i was like woah man.&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my spinning skill on roller blades. i cannot turn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell today. really bad. i must go skate more often. still the same road.&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving up saturday trainings. i going to study on saturday. the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;just go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna type rubbish... have fun reading. i'm not exactly that good with this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning. so well there's my rubbish. if you cant read. change your encoding to unicode or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天  我想逃避冷漠的事实  逃避残酷的一切   你会逼我面对吗？  无论是读书上的压力 或是亲人的过世  还是我就是觉得  活着很无意  你会不会像  天上的小星星  为我照着无限的希望？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果跌倒  自己爬起  不可流泪  这样才知道  疼痛的感觉  训练  坚强的精神   不怕痛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114173669008388537?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114173669008388537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114173669008388537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114173669008388537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114173669008388537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-i-really-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114157658927790650</id><published>2006-03-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:36:32.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>别再令我失望可不可以？&lt;br /&gt;只是唯一的一次。&lt;br /&gt;你的一句就把失望引来了&lt;br /&gt;它又一次正在门外了，等着&lt;br /&gt;我已感觉到了。&lt;br /&gt;再也退还不了&lt;br /&gt;除非你把时间倒流吧！&lt;br /&gt;一件不可能的事。。。&lt;br /&gt;再见！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114157658927790650?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114157658927790650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114157658927790650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114157658927790650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114157658927790650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114142372754525306</id><published>2006-03-04T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:17:23.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the night sky more and more. the stars are coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today. quite okay. not tiring. i woke up at 6 today. somehow i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging much. i just want to play my piano and go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going iceskating soon. feels very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie is jealous that i'm having half a day off cause she did well in o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm laughing at her. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not blogging much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114142372754525306?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114142372754525306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114142372754525306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114142372754525306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114142372754525306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-night-sky-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114131507635835995</id><published>2006-03-02T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:57:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw this nick. is super lame. aaron dont siao le. face it man you will join the army.&lt;br /&gt;his nick was this: why doesnt singapore army use shooting stars?....&lt;br /&gt;i'm like what kind of logic is this? how do you even collect the shooting star. let's use the aaron method.  i bet jie will tell you catch a falling star man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad stomach. i ate too much chocs. i think. but i think it's alright anyway, i'm gonna go train for 400m not that there is much to train. cant really train sprinting can you. or at least i dont know any methods. just gonna run round the canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to study much. feels very relaxed somehow. anyway. i just want to have training all day and no work, no studying. yesterday, i fell asleep while writing my zuo wen. it was like, i woke up at 5 to realise that i've not completed my homework. i was like. just do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i found JJ scores. but i think i'll take quite a long time to learn. i found yiqiannianyihou, caocao, zhiduinishuo. somehow today, my computer working very slowly. just somehow. i'm listening to JJ's caocao.(change to unicode if you cant read the bottom...click view, encoding... unicode) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;不是英雄 不读三国&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;若是英雄怎么能不懂寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;独自走下长板坡,月光太温柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;曹操不罗嗦, 一心要那荆州&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;用阴谋 阳谋 明说 暗夺,淡薄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;东汉末年分三国,烽火连天不休&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;儿女情长没法执着,有谁来煮酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;尔虞我诈是三国,说不清对与错&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;纷纷扰扰千百年以后,一切又从头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;独自走下长板坡,月光太温柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;曹操不罗嗦,一心要那荆州&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;用阴谋 阳谋 明说 暗夺,淡薄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;东汉末年分三国,烽火连天不休&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;儿女情长,被乱世左右,有谁来煮酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;尔虞我诈是三国,说不清对与错&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;纷纷扰扰千百年以后,一切又从头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;哦~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;独自走下长板坡,月光太温柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;曹操不罗嗦,一心要那荆州&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;用阴谋 阳谋 明说 暗夺,淡薄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;东汉末年分三国,烽火连天不休&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;儿女情长,被乱世左右,有谁来煮酒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;尔虞我诈是三国,说不清对与错&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;纷纷扰扰千百年以后,一切又从头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;哦~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;呐~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice song. go find and hear. quite nice song. i think this is the next song in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114131507635835995?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114120062352944062</id><published>2006-03-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:14:03.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>late post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the school switched off the firewall. i could blog, go on msn and many other once blocked websites. this is like cool. but not so cool. okay i'm talking rubbish. anyway, training yesterday was fun. a bit tiring but alright. xh came back. natalie 骗我。 说会来却不见人影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, now i'm waiting for ms low. who says students are always late. she is like one period late already. if i'm told to go home it will be like nuts. wait for so long for nothing. i scored badly for my subjects. did i spend to much time on other activities? i think i didnt study. i'm dont want to get back my papers for geography and the rest of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the 1500m timings today. i lost to bronte by 5s. just 5s. let's just say i'm a little pissed. i must to train for 4x400m. maybe go run the canal. sounds nuts though. but i likely to go train. i will be sprinting for 400m. i wonder who the other runners are. the previous time i did parluuf. i almost hurt waiteng. i accidentally whacked the baton on her. bad aiming. gosh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, eunice asked me, do you read your bible everyday? when she asked me this question, i somehow felt that God was like reminding me that reading the bible is like having a relationship with him. to spend time with him to know him more. this question is like a little reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ms low doesnt turn up in like 15 mins, i'm leaving the room. i will go home to practice the piano, then do my zuo wen. ahahahahahahah. finally. mdm chua came and transfer us to some smelly room. what kind of thing is this. forget it. just apprieciate the scent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from xy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never frown when you're sad,cos you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;who's falling in love with your SMILE!:D&lt;br /&gt;dont cry cos its over,smile cos it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if one day you feel like crying,&lt;br /&gt;call me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont promise that i'll make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;but i can cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;if one day you want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid to call me&lt;br /&gt;i dont promise to ask you to stop&lt;br /&gt;but i'll run away with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if one day you dont want to listen to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;call me,&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;and promise to keep quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;when you're sad,i'll dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you're scared,i'll comfort your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;when you're worried,i'll give you hope&lt;br /&gt;when you're confused,i'll help you cope&lt;br /&gt;when you're lost and you cant see the light,i shall be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;your beacon,shining ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;why?may you ask.because you're my friend.((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i ripped it off. xy you can sue. ahhahaha. fine then. credits: xy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low batt&lt;/DI&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114120062352944062?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114120062352944062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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fingers are making me angry. i think maybe too much electricity or something. i cannot do my trills properly. it's like so broken. i need more practice. oh my beloved piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolded by mr samat. he was watching me run yesterday. he say, you never train, you can beat them easily, i didnt see you at house practice, how come you dont train?, why you never perform... my point here is he was saying that i did not train... for a moment i thought he was trying to get me into track again. i know he did that to Pat for her whole crescent life. or at least that's what i heard. he did that in sec 1 but me didnt join track. i feel it's pointless. i dont know what would have been my motivator in track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need speed increment. stamina improvement and intellectual IQ. i cannot control my opponent somehow. i always become the gineau pig. i 'm gonna learn how not to hit out, how to do a good service that is not out. that day played with jiaolian. i think he is quite a good doubles player. points dont count man... that day, half my shots out he still take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy le. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114114521643175647?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114114521643175647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114114521643175647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114114521643175647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114114521643175647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-my-fingers-are-making-me-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114105382774414504</id><published>2006-02-27T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:23:49.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我是不是对自己的要求太高？&lt;br /&gt;i'm unhappy with my performance today. i must learn how to accelerate. accelerate to my fullest speed. i think i did badly in timing today. eunice was my timer. i did like a 6min 38s for 1500m. this is lousy man. it's worst than my 800m. next time, i run, i must always run to my fullest strength. i'm not happy with this timing.&lt;br /&gt;我不满意我自己的表现。&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to think about it anymore. anyway, today, the sun gave me free makeup man. i look like a baboon's butt. my arm is like one side red and the other side white. so like funny. anyway. just take it as if i put make up. ( i hate makeup. makes me look gross. or more of i dont like that kind of thing). somehow i feel in the red of health. i keep scratching my sunburn. makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;依颖跟我已经等得不耐烦了。&lt;br /&gt;today, yiying and i decided to play badminton last minute although the courts were booked. we were thinking of like buying the courts from the person. in the end, we play in open air. the shuttle fly like all over the place. irritated, we went in to the hall and play outside the courts. luckily, they didnt chase us out.&lt;br /&gt;已经是好久我没做physical了。&lt;br /&gt;i've not done physical for a long long long long long time. i feel unfit. i feel i'm getting lighter. a bad sign for regular vigorous sports people. i think my muscles are turning into fats. i'm gonna train it back.  i want to smash on the line like huilin so cool and pretty. 2 people in my team i admire. huilin and xiuhui. they are two really cool and calm people. the way they play badminton. i love to watch them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the atmosphere at the stadium. how i wish i can go there to study. you get really good breeze and a good tan. ( not that i want it) but the breeze is natural. so nice. anyway. i gtg bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* messages&lt;br /&gt;john. how's van couver. hope you like it. God bless you&lt;br /&gt;eunice. xy. how's your burns pal? is it like really red? cause mine is.&lt;br /&gt;yiying. i cannot tell the difference between your front gate and back gate. remember the date called 060306 yupyup. it is important.&lt;br /&gt;steffi. i know you very happy that wushu got that "feng huo lun" thing. i'm practicing how to do it. hmph. i always remember that tuzi tiao. teach me how to do anything that you know an i dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114105382774414504?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114105382774414504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114105382774414504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114105382774414504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114105382774414504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-unhappy-with-my-performance-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114096622339320383</id><published>2006-02-26T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:31:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i was reading what i wrote in previous post.&lt;br /&gt;the part about yiying. then i felt like i just snatched her from her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;so sad. too bad yiying's imaginary boyfriend. ( okay... i dont think she has a bf.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure she will have many when she grow up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;let me tell you the stupid things i did today.&lt;br /&gt;i ate lots of sweets knowing fully well i'm gonna run like mad tmr.(no sugar before competition)&lt;br /&gt;i went to find fiona but found nat instead. then i found fiona.&lt;br /&gt;i almost smsed the wrong person to bring camera tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i put this .wma file into my mp3 so cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;i got that "zhi dui ni shuo" song stuck in my head and i still blasted it on speakers.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wasnt wearing my green band ( the one my sis bought for me) when it was hidden under my jacket sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i had physics exam tmr. when it will be on tues.&lt;br /&gt;i studied physics the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay that's done.&lt;br /&gt;i've got something to tell my juniors who are obsessed or in love or have a crush on marcus.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went for my outside trng. when marcus came in, the first thing he told me was not,"hi" or anything to that meaning. it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"HEY ZAFEY, HOW COME YOUR JUNIORS SO SCARY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shanuald was down there laughing at him saying he can sit macs, go attract girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay. jnrs. no crying. felicia, no crying. no tear dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you really had fallen in love with him, my point to you now is he is not interested. the way he tell me about you guys is like you guys stalked him. and another thing. if you want to know a guy who does not know you, although you know his name, do not shout it. go pretend you dont know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my gosh. i'm feel so lucky i was in a mix school when i was in primary school and that i had guyfriends that even taught me how to play soccer. i did mix with guys ok. my best friend in p1 and p2 was a guy. best friend not boyfriend. think straight okay. he had a girlfriend while i was his best friend. to me guys are not aliens. they are just another human being. so for goodness sake. dont go crazy over them. that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay. i was trying to train my handstand. i ended like keep touching the wall. i want to do my front walk properly not like some slow motion thing. i either do my front walk properly or make sure i land with two legs faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*messages to ppl:&lt;br /&gt;godsis. you can go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/foreverwithmusic/unforgivablesinner.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/foreverwithmusic/unforgivablesinner.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; i uploaded my song there. yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;felicia. dont keep falling in love with people. i know he is a nice guy. a left hander. smart guy.but ya. dont fall in love so easily.&lt;br /&gt;eunice. tmr is the day to get cao da. let's go tanning on the track. i do the running you do the timing.&lt;br /&gt;xueyuan. tmr we shall watch eunice sit in the sun. we bring camera to take photo of her.&lt;br /&gt;yiying. we can see a red indian on tuesday. oh ya. i dont believe i cannot book courts. i will go at 630 tmr. i dont believe the courts are taken.&lt;br /&gt;guang yao. that jj song is stuck in my head now. i think i'm gonna put it on my friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;站在寂寞的舞台上 灯光下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;拖着自己的 影子 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;音乐重复我们共同 的忧伤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;不是每一次的演唱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;就可以淡忘  明天没有你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In my heart we’ll never be apart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;残留手上的香味提醒我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;在数位相机里 留下的承诺   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;每一封简讯 传出的思念 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;都对你说 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sarang Heyo means I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;代表着我 离不开你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;每分每秒 每一个声音 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;只有你撒娇 会让我微笑 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sarang Heyo 只对你说 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I will love you and forevermore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;我答应 baby you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;每一个我都属于你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh baby I will love you because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;我都属于你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this is the song..... that is stuck in my head. i go sleep le．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;世界：晚安！　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我不在意他人怎么看待我。&lt;/em&gt;&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/14894631-114096622339320383?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114096622339320383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114096622339320383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114096622339320383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114096622339320383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-reading-what-i-wrote-in-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114085351361878245</id><published>2006-02-25T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:45:17.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i very angry i want to sprint non stop for 1500m&lt;br /&gt;i want to run and vent anger.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to take my papers back.&lt;br /&gt;i want to play badminton on the 6th. yiying you have a date le. dont care. with me.&lt;br /&gt;my bro may tag along. then steal my bike to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not fated to book the courts or sth. my bro tell me&lt;br /&gt;cause you are a girl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking : fine ah. since i am girl not fated to book courts. when i want courts you book for me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday i need food. i'm gonna die. 1500m. 4 x400m and parluuf. can drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;i must run. learn from xiangyi. just keep running running running.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahhhhaahaha. red house. red redy whee. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;PANKHURST&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno what's my timing. eunice say 3 min 16s. i dont think i ran so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad the "fake timing" he tell me he ran faster.&lt;br /&gt;he always tell me he was fitter than me.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. i must try harder. for my events.&lt;br /&gt;妈妈常说，如果要做一件事，就要把它做得好。&lt;br /&gt;ENDURANCE AND DETERMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;我一定要知道“忍”这字的真正意思。&lt;br /&gt;badminton motto. so must remember to wear badminton shoe.&lt;br /&gt;i wont bring my yoko yoko. i wont let anything help me win.&lt;br /&gt;要凭自己的实力赢才有意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to find scores. i love my piano. i love my piano a lot.&lt;br /&gt;shi wo de shen ming de yi da bu fen.&lt;br /&gt;wo hui teng ta de. ta shi tian fu gei de yi fen li wu.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like learning something like drums. my bro learn b4.&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn too.&lt;br /&gt;the drums i want to learn is not that kind of lion dance that kind. the western kind.&lt;br /&gt;i think the drums very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog later. maybe at night. i not in exam mood already. although still have exam. must try go study. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114085351361878245?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114085351361878245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114085351361878245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114085351361878245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114085351361878245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-very-angry-i-want-to-sprint-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114080623727001260</id><published>2006-02-25T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:37:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的天啊！oh my天！ 今天我是疯颠颠的。 请原谅。 疯颠颠的吒飞在学习怎么在一个无翅膀的情况下飞。但是可惜可惜我吒飞飞不起。 今天有800米赛跑。 在这儿我就说实话。我不知道我为何在第一圈冲刺。 你就想像我是在疯了， 什么都不想， 头脑一片空白， 只知道冲这词的情况下， 学飞。 我虽开始飞的时候好像学到飞的技巧了， 但是我却像个学飞的小鸟， 不成功。 好失败。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我跑了我的800米的失败冲刺，差点有如“死活不分“， 差一点断了脚。我不知我在场上作了对的选择。第一圈，就说是为了打倒对方的信心而跑。（有点把自己的能力搞错了）可是， 过后 在第二圈， 我被维霓和michelle的跑800米的能力打倒成为第三。在这时刻， 我已经是用尽了力， 不知如何， 我只知道， 我在第一圈翻了&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;大大大大&lt;/span&gt;的错。跑完了800米， 我实在是很想吐。我在午餐时只喝了一杯lime juice。 翻了大错。不是没吃东西而是喝了错的饮食。 我怎是活该。最后， 把fahani 的水瓶（1.5 l) 喝到一半。觉得舒服多。但过后不知为何又来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天可能我不应该去白桥。可以说如果没力的时候不去， 因为去了也是无用。 这样说对吗？就像如果我没做功课， 老师却要跟我们解释功课，我就会不让一言进耳。 我不知对和错了。 我不说了。 可能明天再来blog. wan an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;一大堆&lt;strong&gt;废话&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114080623727001260?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114080623727001260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114080623727001260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114080623727001260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;----+++++++++--------------&lt;br /&gt;---------+++++++++---------&lt;br /&gt;---------------++++++++----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安. yue liang bu yuan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114062057276722427?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114062057276722427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114062057276722427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114062057276722427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114062057276722427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114053907353288840</id><published>2006-02-22T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:24:33.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i hate wednesdays.the school day is so long.  I thank God for making this last hour on Tuesday the 21st of Feb of year 2006. move so slowly. Although people say time moves in the blink of an eye, i think for me, today, this last hour, i'm embracing, studying for exams. i still havent given grapefruit her cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i decided my cookies are a bit tasteless. just taste crunchy. it is the vanilla hearts recipe. i remember how my cell group wasted like the whole chunk of dough just because it was dry. when i make at home, i never need to throw any dough away. too dry add water. the cookie still turned out fine. and edible causing no one a bad stomach ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;我想写歌，不知写了谁听. 不知我写得出. 歌会像怎样的. 会是一首无含义的歌吗？ 或是一首无节奏的歌？难听得要命的吗？还是毫无歌曲. 我不想用英语写歌. 这样很没意思. 一个华人是炎黄子孙， 为何用他人的语言写歌. 谁会写歌？可以教教我吗？不知为何，可能因为我是华人，我不太喜欢英文歌. 小六时， 在同学的熏陶下，我开始听华文歌. 从那儿， 爱上了华文. 虽说是爱上了它， 但是我只能远远佩服写歌词的人的能表达自己的能力, 我的华文水准有天渊之别， 我只能望尘莫及. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;嗨！ 我累了. 星期三也来了. 早安朋友. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;天上的星星&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;给了我信心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;自己许愿吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114053907353288840?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114053907353288840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114053907353288840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114053907353288840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114053907353288840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-wednesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114045252091639021</id><published>2006-02-21T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T08:22:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;今天是个幸福的一天.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay. erm well that seems out of point but it's alright. anyway. on sunday at church, aunty kf's friend came and talked about why we should seek God?why should we seek God?  the question is why do we even want to seek God what is the reason that we have to seek him?i never really thought about i till then.  the reason we had to seek God is because, he first chose us. and this is there fore our reason to seek him. (eph1:4，john15:16)  there is an important thing that we have to remember that seeking God means having a relationship with God. the words ringing loudly is that an unexamined life is not worth living(do i sound like mrs lee) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today wushu was okay. feel like i didnt train. i decided i'll try my best to avoid the education industry. i can barely teach anyone, not even my brother mathematics. failure teacher. unqualified anyway. my daofa is disgusting. after exam must train. i need more arm power shall do push ups. then learn one hand push ups. i want to learn commando pushups, knuckle they say easy but i think is easy but pain. (NATALIE： i can do the guy nc style. you go try too.) my quantao is like very unstable. my dad will tell me. you are dancing. my footing not wen enough. and not fast enough cause havent shu neng sheng qiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm quite pissed. i dont have regular trainings i miss my trainings. i miss badminton trainings. heck. dont care le. anyway. i gonna play badminton on monday. most likely. dont want to study physics and amath already. i want to play. i dont want to study. i sound like a spoilt brat right. i want to eat and drink and sleep and be merry. i sound like a pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but this kind of life is too boring and aimless.  so i shall be a jack that has both work and play. i have to make a decision one day whether to go for badminton or wushu or piano. when that day comes, i'll just be like. well i'm going to sleep kind of thing. or can talk about it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway. i'm a person who loves the subject mathematics but hate doing mathematics homework. sounds dumb right. dont bother le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;today me and eunice found a pic on my com where chen lao shi is walking . suppose to talk xy de. but the accidently got laoshi. so lao shi look like some dao person. walk that time cao ku. and so wei feng. so funny. but ya. i think probably send it to laoshi or sth. sure kanna scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh ya. i think it's so cool. steffi is learning wushu. so cool man. i saw her on friday. then she very cute. very the funny. but well she seems okay. but she still somewhat treats wushu a bit like dance especially the kicking part and that's like so funny. and i knew she would go on monday class if she carries on with wushu. cause monday class more cute children. and she said it's friendly. then i was thinking. does the better you get at wushu means the more fierce you look? maybe cause the people are like already have their own group of friends kind of thing so yup.oh yes. chey got bronze award and she still was saying lucky i pass. feels happy for her. jiayou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;have geography to study. i feel like skipping music to go home to study. stupid choice. i know. so tmr come home early... oh man. i almost forgot got some rubbish trng. even if no trng will pull myself to jnr match. i want to go though. hope end early. oh shoot i almost forgot got 2 trng somemore. kao man. die le.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ah shoot. i feel like sleeping. really. i still owe ms ho money. ifeel bad cause i always sleep in her class and i owe her money. and also ms saifa also owes me money. whee. haha. i feel like a money collector which i already am. ( the class head of loan sharks and transfers of illegal funds) haha you believe me. think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oday's chinese paper still okay. jiayou people taking exams. when i pray, i remember. when i see a star, i'll wish. and when you do your paper. trust in God. look at Him. the giver and not the gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wish upon the stars................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114045252091639021?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114045252091639021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114045252091639021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114045252091639021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114045252091639021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114010468952988314</id><published>2006-02-16T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:44:55.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you cannot read the words below, change your encoding to unicode or UTF-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;有时我很想瞧不起那些自以为是名列前茅的人,那些没有骄傲的条件的人. 我曾经人是一位朋友. 她是一位很爱比较高低的人，爱看扁成绩较差的同学. 我常常在想, 这位同学是有补习老师帮她, 教她，她的成绩比其他同学好不就是应该的吗？这样的一个人，算聪明吗？她取得好成绩，这成绩是她的努力还是老师的帮助呢？今天是个好日子. 我不想破坏它. 我不要让一件小事毁了它.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;today, the c div won as expected. i wont deny i feel jealous that they get to go for champion seminar. i feel more of envious and yup. i really do. anyway, c div when you go champs seminar, no. 1 eat as much as you want ( at least i heard that there's food )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no. 2 dont grow fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really mixed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. joanne sent me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;morning and said, "This is for you, Momma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the package?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kisses into it until it was full." The mother was crushed. She fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the child who had put it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;possession anyone could hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really a cute touching story. i feel that a child's innocence is really touching and pure. it's a pure innocent perspective of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i was reading someone's blog. what terrible usuage of language she has. let's just say although the most common swear words are so frequetly used on blogs doesnt mean that you have to use them and follow the flow. anyway. this blog has terrible usuage of language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anyway... i was bored during the train ride today. was writing some nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A fading flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;An echoless whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A dying glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nothing ever remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the sun but no shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A fire but no light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the soil but no life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;has beauty nature dued?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gone with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the locust did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that's what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but i think gone with the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;are the innocent minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;minds that holds no corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;setting with the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the lights have vanished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the happy memories have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the minds are left with sadness and grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;what has this beautiful world become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;~zafey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然累了. 吃饭吃到睡了 开车到傻了 我看书看到你了 开始怀疑我怎么了 说话说到吐了 写歌写到疯了 我爱你爱到 盲了天知道我又怎么了 不舍得 舍不得 都分手了 舍不得 不舍得 散了 原来我只是突然累了原来我不说了原来我撑着撑到麻了 原来我不爱了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some song from jj. quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;as i was on that long train ride today from ang mo kio all the way to clementi. i kind of reflected on many things. first, i want to thanks God for three friends from school. xiao3 xue2, shu1ying1 and si1 siao1. this three friends somewhat helped me a lot through the sec3 life. at least the start.  i want to thank God for all my coaches for all sports. from the past to the present. cause they have taught me in one way or another the meaning of hardwork before achieving your goal. it seems just like yesterday, i was that little girl who struggled through the waters trying to get a pass for my silver. coach mars closed one eye and let me pass. but when i was going for my honors. i was no more a young kid. can you imagine, i had to retake the test not because i didnt swim well but because my coach forgot to stop the timer, but either way, i think i got a better timing because of that.  i still remember seeing the people who were jumping about doing gymnast. i tried to learn too. using the way monkey see monkey do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i like to see little marcus' fighting spirit. there was once he played a match with me. he kept losing at the start, then he change his racket at least 5 times. really cute little guy with a strong sense of fighting spirit. he is one cool guy. but he doesnt know that he needs time for his body to grow and shouldnt expect so much from himself. but anyway. without this fact, he will train himself to his limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that day i saw jiao lian do knuckle handstand or at least i think i saw. was like cool.  i can do handstand but not very long or in fact. sometimes cant do well. i wonder how to train. once i asked martin, then he told me he and jon try to do at botanic gardens. i was like er.... okay.... that kind of thing. well ya doing on grass and falling on grass is less painful than falling on concrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;let the stars twinkle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114010468952988314?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114010468952988314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114010468952988314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114010468952988314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114010468952988314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-cannot-read-words-below-change.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-114001642566351161</id><published>2006-02-15T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:13:45.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE CHEERS &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE CHEERS &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;C DIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY (AH)&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY (AH)&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HOORAY (AH........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh man this looks lot like a christmas tree. anyway. this is a bit weird. but anyway. let's put it as an expression of joy for our cute juniors. Eunice and cheryl tried to confuse me more today. now i cant tell the kuan and khoo apart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i'll just remember chucky= kuan and curly= khoo. which oso means janell is curly while felicia is straight. this sounds weird. anyway. heck.  i found out their hobby: flooding xy blog. whee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i want to bake more more cookies. i feel so happy baking. but tmr got examinations. after that go watch juniors match. i want to eat marshmallow.hmph. dont get any. what tradegy. anyway. today i was sleeping in class for CME. really bored and tired. slept in literature too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my confession today.  my brother is currently fascinated with a rat that was caught in the rat trap last night. the rat is black and appears to have a very well kept fur coat. ( i wonder when my brother will want to do dissection on the little rodent) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i dont feel like studying.  i'm too excited about badminton. and the recent happenings. i feel like whining. although i know i shouldnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dad agreed to let me have my piano in my room. i'm feel elated and super jumpy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh man. my dough is half frozen. ah heck. i feel sleepy. i feel hungry. i feel awake. i feel tired. i feel energetic. i feel mentally stress. i feel elated. i feel unprepared. i feel confused. i feel ahhh i dont know what i feel anymore. i need to sleep. sleep can help your eyes. or so says my optician. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think no more or the world will spin even faster....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-114001642566351161?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/114001642566351161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=114001642566351161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114001642566351161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/114001642566351161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/three-cheers-three-cheers-for-c-div.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113993279332008001</id><published>2006-02-14T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:19:46.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i did this IQ test. got 120, creative mastermind( i doubt my ability).&lt;br /&gt;for EQ i got 119. (i doubt it too sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i saw this stupid test that i did that said i was 87% masculine focus. oh man. this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;i redo the test again. just did. and it stated that i'm 94% masculine.i'm gonna be laughed at by my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;are you more masculine or feminine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're also 6% feminine, which is based on how you scored on traits that are typically associated with women. When we compare your results with other women it shows that you are somewhat&lt;br /&gt;more masculine than other women.But what is gender identity exactly? A person's gender identity is defined by the extent to which they see themselves as masculine or feminine. Every person possesses both masculine and feminine qualities to some degree, however the extent to which each person has these qualities differs widely. While you were taking the test, we calculated your scores in 6 areas typically defined as masculine and 6 areas typically defined as feminine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the other tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;right job or wrong job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;analytic person&lt;br /&gt;As an Analytical type, you don't want to be limited by established rules and regulations. Your inquisitive nature demands that you sometimes question authority. Otherwise, you might not be able to find fresh approaches, or come up with new solutions to a problem. It's not that you act without weighing the pros and cons of a situation ? it's more that you're more willing than others to take justifiable risks if they'll further your career success.&lt;br /&gt;You're smart enough to know when you need help and are confident enough in your abilities to ask for it. You understand that sometimes there are no clear right and wrong answers, and that's just fine with you because you tolerate gray areas better than most. In fact, pondering potential outcomes can sometimes be more interesting than coming up with the definitive solution for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your right job doesn't have to be about self-expression, but it needs to be a job you can be proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHat's your TrUe tAlenT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my true talent. spatial ability&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to visualize objects in three-dimensional space gives you a unique view of the world. Because of this talent, you are much better than most people at imagining new designs including floor plans, page layouts, and three dimensional objects.&lt;br /&gt;How do we know that's your true talent? While you were taking the test, we calculated your responses to each test question and rated your skills in 5 areas. You scored highest on spatial ability.&lt;br /&gt;People like you are usually great when it comes to putting together assemble-it-yourself furniture or other household items ? whether the items arrive with instructions or not. Your spatial skills also help you understand the finer points of how things work.&lt;br /&gt;And that's just a small part of what we know about you from your test results. You also have other hidden talents that can have a dramatic effect on your career, your life and how other people see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Enneagram Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What the Ancient Science of Personality Says About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Type 1 - The Idealist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Friends, family, and colleagues probably appreciate you for both your high standards and commitment to excellence. They're also apt to know that when they come to you with a problem, they can trust you to be fair and objective. As an Idealist, you're likely to be seen as a wise and balanced person with strong integrity.&lt;br /&gt;Being a member of this type puts you in good company. Jane Fonda with her knack for athletic ideals and commitment to standing up for just causes, and Ralph Nadar, with his idealistic determination as a consumer advocate, are also Type 1s.&lt;br /&gt;This means that compared to the eight other Enneagram types, you have a strong sense of what's right and wrong. In fact, you're someone who is typically committed to doing the right thing and making sure you're as good a person as you can be — no matter what situation arises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is so nuts. anyway, my lucky charm is suppose to be four leave clover. i thought it was quite cool. i have a four leaf clover necklace. sort of. then yupyup. i like it when i saw it. but there is meaning behind this little green leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh ya. who want cookies i still have dough. yupyup. :D happy valentines to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;@-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;--- @-;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13 roses for friendship. that's what i heard from xy.&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/14894631-113993279332008001?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113993279332008001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113993279332008001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113993279332008001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113993279332008001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-really-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113975625505036216</id><published>2006-02-12T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T06:57:35.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i played badly.  really badly.  i really cannot smash properly anymore. i can lobe. can net. can drop. but i cannot smash. i want to learn how to smash properly. played against ij tp. the funniest thing is eunice and i tried to pair up for doubles. then the best thing was we couldnt co ordinate as well as before. the whole thing was very messy. i decided i dont like to play doubles. especially with people who make me stand in the front and wait for the shuttle. throughout the game and end up i can get out of the court they can play alone.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dad says you better play both. but i think i'll be training for singles more than doubles. anyway, coach yeo has decided to train me and eunice as singles player. so we wont be playing doubles. i dont think ever. not when coach yeo is our coach. unless for whatever reasons. i dont want to leave this team.  i think badminton although is a CCA that is looked down quite a lot because we have not won much awards or any awards, but i think it is so much more united than CCA's like dance...( i was in dance for a year) the dance group people werent really very nice. not all but some. i'm still pissed with my performance at training. went to do push ups. sit ups, i want to train but who want to train with me. i want to train my drop my smash my lobe and net. then i want to play with people. i dont want to just hit and hit and hit and hit for the sake of hitting. who want to train me? i'm quite a bad player and i know it. this is bad. i love to see the way xiuhui plays. it's like cool and easy. so fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;max is being an irritating person in my point of view. wonders how people can say he is cute. on an extreme defination, an angel with a devil's heart. let's put it this way why max is not an angel and not a devil. cause he is human, he has no wings. and he is not perfect like everyone else. which means to say that not being perfect, means you are good and bad. example. like how can a person who steal have a good heart when stealing is a bad deed? let's say this person stole in a desperate act to help someone whom no one has tried to help. in a way, this thief has a good heart but wrong values. that's all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEway. firstly, i'm having lots and lots of muscle ache. this goes to show i have not trained for very very long. this has no offences to anyone, but i feel that although no one speaks about it, i think next year's b div will be quite united. even though not all will be school players. that's my point of view. unlike this year, where there is like a huge gap between seniors and juniors. that's quite bad for team spirit in my opinion. and then ironically, they want us to develope good team spirit when this snr jnr gap is super like damn big. maybe there should be this snr jnr thing but not to so big an extent. anyway. xh came back yesterday. without her shoes... in slippers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need advice. should i quit doing hc. there is so many meetings to attend that i cannot attend and when i can attend the meeting, the twins come half an hour or more late. and the problem is that i usually can only turn up for 45-60 mins of the meeting. so the point now is i'm on the dot and they are not. and the other point is that there is this attendance thing for the meetings and there is another stupid point and that is i'm always told on the day itself. like the last week's meetings. i promised xy to go on mon and thurs. then on mon and thurs then they tell me got meeting. it is like. oh man. what should i priortise first. i somewhat put supporting the team and keeping a promise first. so i say cannot go for meeting. i'm quite pissed. should i just endure until the mid year and say next year i quit or what. and there is another problem. i cannot turn up for the house practices. that's really bad cause i need to go for house practice. help me man. &lt;/p&gt;now the stupid problem is that i dont know how many CCＡ points i have. but if the dance points not deleted should have about 19 around there. other wise i would be short of quite a lot. but the thing is that i have mathematics society also. so it is quite weird. anyway, the point now is that according to the paper from last year, i had 3 CCA points. none from dance and none from badminton. so this gets worse when last year, the incharge didnt wanna aid me in helping me check out my list and point stuff. this gets madder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go do CIP maybe during the holidays. to pull up my stuff. but it is like. who want to go do CIP with me?  =). anyway. i hope i'll do it willingly.  ahhh. ahhh. ahh. ahhhh.  i feel like going to swim now. (i know xy will be like saying jy you very random) i feel like going to a place to like forget about all my studies all the exams and just have fun. still have muscle cramp. ouch man. today i can barely walk. yesterday i still siao siao do like quite a lot of push ups almost 100. just joking. of course not one shot. i not so pro. compromised style can maybe... =8 but guys style i assure you so far cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very happy. cause i was thinking about mr tan saying that he actually wants us to have three trainings but cares about our studies. i feel like quite happy. but i duno whether the team want to train or not kind of thing. i know maybe during like near exam we wont train but i think in hols we wont mind. dont care. we must keep that fighting spirit burning. dont put out the fire of the fighting spirit. let it burn on.  sometimes, i feel like my opinioins are just for my own what i would like to have is not the same as others see it. but the thing is that like the fully oriented sports camp(having a 3day 2 night camp in school and train maybe badminton and also play other sports during december) that i thought would be fun to have, to yiying seems like a not so good idea or she doesnt seem to like it cause she thinks staying in school is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a long entry. i seem to be typing a lot of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. there are still some things i desperately want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;- one hand cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;- play cool piano like doreen jie&lt;br /&gt;-pull ups&lt;br /&gt;-that cool back flip thing&lt;br /&gt;-skate boarding&lt;br /&gt;- roller blading&lt;br /&gt;-aerial cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;-gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to lean gymnas when i was 7, i saw little kids jumping about after my swimming classes. then my main sport was swimming.  every saturday training. now the stamina all quite gone. but anyway. i wanted to learn gymnast cause i thought it was not like so "girl thing" but in the middle kind of thing. and i thought it was cool doing the flips and everything. so i sometimes watched the competitions and like normal. see what they do and try to do also. so that's where my handstand came about. where that thing that eunice and xy has been trying to learn came about. that yoga thing. and also when i tried to do cartwheel. and you must know only a young kid can practice doing cartwheel on the bed without the bed breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was that interest that i went to try all these weird stuff. then the year in dance sort of helped cause it is like. there is a bit of gymnast in dance. when i first entered dance, on the trial, i could finally do a bridge. jessica was my teacher. then when start gym, i could do this weird flip thing that the sec3 were trying. i wanted to learn aerial cart when i saw xiao hei do aerial. i thought it was so cool. but now so big already cannot learn. body structure not good enough.  i can do a super slow motion, not quite right frontwalk. it's like not enough kick up power. so yup. i'm half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and learn one hand cartwheel. then i'll try aerial cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to the dog show. super boring. i was like one bored person there. anyway, i wanted to use that time to make cookies for my cute juniors. not that they know me well or that i know well. i still mix up the kuan and the khoo it's like oh my tian. anyway. heck. i'll make them cookies. maybe tmr. if i have time. i gtg bye. tmr still have two training. i can die le. my leg like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113975625505036216?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113975625505036216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113975625505036216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113975625505036216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113975625505036216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-played-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113960013024183586</id><published>2006-02-11T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:35:30.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels so happy. from yesterday till now, i had a hectic time. now is like 3 in the morning. but heck. i never do physical for long time.  then today do a bit of physical. frog jump like 10m or less. and then i think today dont need to play match already. i really wanna play match. i never touch my racket for a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG LONG Long Long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; LONG LONG Long Long long long &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;long long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   Timmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  i bet today i'll be unable to smash at all. die le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went for wushu late. so sad. and then i missed the whole warmup. i was really blur. and i also forgot to apologize. i feel like an ass. always happens. i once told eunice, i wish i could be a blur person. and after some talk, she realise i was being a crazo. so she scolded me crazo. i sound so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm so proud of my sister. really proud. but angry at her. WHY? cause she made herself a freaking good score for o levels and i'm suppose to be better than her. hmph. why is that so. anyway. I shall thank God that i'm not the youngest. i must do more training on my own. my fitness getting slacker. this is bad. really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg blog today later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113960013024183586?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113960013024183586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113960013024183586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113960013024183586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113960013024183586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/feels-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113950303921146354</id><published>2006-02-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:37:19.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school blocked lots of web. now even during recess cannot go online.  good and bad. olevels results coming out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the busiest day in this year. i'll rush home for lunch at about 215, then i'll take a break, until about 315 then go for piano. then dad will be fetching me home. for tuition. after tuition, i'll see whether still have energy to go for wushu. otherwise i wont go. it will be a waste of time cause i wont absorb anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm quite excited about saturday. having friendly match with st nicks. so cool man. i've slacked long enough. my stamina has dropped enough. i need training. will someone push me back to place?  i've decided i'll learn from my junior. yao bu chi xia wen. i'll learn her style of being calm and cool during a match. i love to watch the way she plays it's just so nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my jnrs got thrashed. poor them so afraid of rgs. haiz. i feel that the rgs ppl are like conked out today, not really performing well probably cause they playing against their ex-teammates.  i finally know the diff between janell and felicia. oh man. i got them mixed up but really janell dont look like a janell. dont ask why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really bored today. today went to see jnrs' match all the way to ang mo kio. so far. was like half studying on the train back home. got too tired. then decided to sleep. the stupid thing was, i was holding my phone. and when i sleep, my hand will relax. then it was like so cartoonic, i just like dropped my phone. and it looked like on purpose kind of thing. got a bit embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm quite blur. i dont know whether to be doubles player or singles. i know coach yeo wants me to do singles. coach lee training me to be singles. i'm quite comfortable with singles. but my ex doubles partner has no partner now. that's tragic. so she got pushed into singles with me. and she aint comfortable. she is the kind need to have partner in court kind of thing. hope she gets over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vday coming. i feel like making cookies if i have the time and energy. i want to make for my cute jnrs. i realise they all very tian zen ke ai. all have quite nice character. feel like making for them. if i can find the time.  i just learnt how to bake them. so if i do make and turns out yucky, i'll just like you know  * whistle and walk away innocently of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams next week. gotta go study le. tmr still got chem test. sry  b div cannot watch your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anonyomous: the person that tagged my blog. xueyuan is interested in you.............reveal if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird but oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gtg bye. wont be blogging so regular for about like 2 weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113950303921146354?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113950303921146354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113950303921146354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113950303921146354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113950303921146354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-blocked-lots-of-web.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113941134050765211</id><published>2006-02-08T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:09:00.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: ｡ｰFasten your seat belts.｡ Then, after a while, a calm voice said, ｡ｰWe shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.｡ｱ As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the voice of the announcer said, ｡ｰWe are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.｡ｱ And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, ｡ｰAs I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid.｡ｱ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The sweet child replied, ｡ｰSir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is taking me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this story on my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had math test today. i think i was quite careless. upset with myself. tmr there is chinese test and geography graded assignment. my recent mathematics assignments have been done in quite a hurry. had lots of careless mistakes. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i should go watch jnrs match tmr... although it is against rgs. but i think i should go home and study. for chemistry. sometimes, when i step into the chem class, i feel the same as in never learn anything when i step out. i feel like i'm only taking one science cause i practically do not know what is going on for chemistry. i try to listen in lessons but i hardly understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow or rather, lost my ability to play the piano properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have to make a choice if it is really sports that hinders my playing.  i'm really tired. i need to do running. as in really run. someone help man. die le.  i need training. on top of that i want to do pull ups. i saw johnathan do 17 pull ups at one go. i was like i cant even do one. then my dad told me when he was 18, he could easily do 50 pull ups.  i dont think he is joking cause it is probably possible since he won some award for being super fit. since my dad can do, i can do too. i'll go train... somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. was a really bad day. but good too. c div won again. proud of them. hope they can get into nationals. yesterday was really a bad day for me cause i was first in a bad mood and i didnt do anyof my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes... dad bought 100 fishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113941134050765211?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113941134050765211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113941134050765211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113941134050765211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113941134050765211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/years-ago-i-was-enthralled-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113924469681994310</id><published>2006-02-07T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:51:39.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hopeless. a hopeless music co ordinator.&lt;br /&gt;i am supposedly trying to find a lively music. i ended with this really sad song. i give up. name me a song. not vulgar can already. even if it is the really slow jazz that i dont like. all the same. anyone name me the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to imagine my new layout. i want it simple with an image. i dont intend to have it so colourful and grand kind of thing. i'm not in that kind of mood.  worst to the worst i'll just have a white background and dump the whole chunk of words there...i think i did that before in the geocities web. and maybe to make it girly(which i dont intend to) with an image of flower fading... or maybe some shuttle cock or sth...or maybe jupee my dog or someone. oh ya. i think i still have the phantom layout there. &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/foreverwithmusic/poto"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/foreverwithmusic/poto&lt;/a&gt;  yupyup. with all the post and stuff.  dad asked me: why you so bian tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont intend to carry on with the layout now. anyway. i realise my family is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dad told me he was gg out. i joke say no gf. then he tell me nope. half half.&lt;br /&gt;my sis just told me that she and joceline were husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;my little bro was talking to me about something to do with gf. then all of a sudden, he said: i wont tell you who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to summon up the whole thing, i have decided not to marry seeing their "wonderful" relationships.... oh my tian. anyway. my family is really straight. a slip of the tongue. or a twist of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch badminton (tourni) matches today. i wanted to watch only three matches. which are. the ones played by eunice, jeanette liu and cally. i ended up staying throughout. jeanette was really not right today. she played against cally. it was really fun to watch that one. btw, we were playing with the bedemeers. eunice seemed nervous so she probably blanked out and didnt think properly. this is her first singles match.  i shouldn't have told her anything. last minute cramming of the brain leads to a blank mind. cally played quite well today. or at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed kristy's match. they lost. shuwen match was deciding match. second set even had duce. i thought they would play third match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i'll never do umpiring or be a line judge. today i think i'm not in proper mind. but anyway that first ball from the beatty was in or out i dunno. anyway. i saw in. i'll never do umpiring or line judging again. i went today was to watch the ppl i wanted to see play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I GOT NEW PANTS. okay this is a bit dumb. but i finally bought the wushu pants.  smells new and is new. yeah man. feels so happy about it. but it was a bit big. but who cares. big size means longer time to wear or an aim to grow taller. badminton shirt is like oversized for me but i'm not bothered.jupee likes the smell of new cloth. she was like smelling it one i entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i probably want myself out of comittee. cause i dont think i can even meet the basic requirements of a member so why comittee member even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today eunice was real cute. we more of me wanted to find mr mickey mouse. then she saw him going into the physics lab, then she run up the stairs go after him. but he entered the class already. so we went to the hall for the piano. after a while, eunice wanted to find out what it was like to be mr mickey mouse's student. so she decided to walk past the lab. walk together. then she murmured: straight face straight face.. ( at least that's what i heard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr. mass run. want to be the lead or rear runners. as in want to try and be the lead runners or slack and just be the rear runners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tourni we run all the way past all sec 4 okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113924469681994310?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113924469681994310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113924469681994310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113924469681994310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113924469681994310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113906519226576632</id><published>2006-02-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T06:59:52.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bro took my racket and decided he wanted it. so within seconds, the racket has a new owner. so nuts. max like my racket so he take. anyway. my racket has orange grip and string so fun. :D i'm very excited.   somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had training. more more training. i never train properly for 2 weeks. i didnt touch my racket. i think i broke my own record... this is bad... ah heck. dont bother much already. i'll just train myself. i'll go do running. anyway sports day coming. i must have stamina cause running a lot of long distance.  die die. i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad did training today. so cool. it was very funny. but yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday got test. i wanna study tmr. gtg byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113906519226576632?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113906519226576632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113906519226576632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"stick" 'gun4" le . i was thinking. how am i gonna cycle with it to wushu. it would be so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i remember le. i was thinking about whether i  fight for cheryl to get into team was a right decision since she didnt really take things seriously. i feel like i have lied to myself. lied saying that cheryl has more right to be on the team than denice. maybe i'm wrong. anyway, now i'm not on team. i'll train very hard and be a good singles player. up to that kind of cool standard. i know it's gonna be hard.  but i'll try. until i know i tried my best, i wont stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today eunice asked me this qn. she asked do you believe in love forever as in the same kind of love will last forever?( sth like that)  then i told her i believe cause eg. if a married couple are deeply in love with each other when one party dies, the image of the dead party will always be the same to the one who is alive. so i believe that kind of love can be like forever cause the memories are fixed. yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. this is first post. of 3rd feb 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113889668988610409?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113889668988610409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113889668988610409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113889668988610409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113889668988610409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113889525404196509</id><published>2006-02-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:47:38.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;flour : sugar: butter&lt;br /&gt;4       :   3      :3   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flour : cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;10    : 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flour : egg&lt;br /&gt;100 : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flour : baking powder&lt;br /&gt;100 : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;method:&lt;br /&gt;butter and sugar stir together then add eggy bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;the jelly eggy duh. not boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;then you dump the sifted flour and start folding... more of mix in.&lt;br /&gt;the you scoop and put into little cups&lt;br /&gt;then you put a bit of cream cheese in each cup cake&lt;br /&gt;bake in oven 190  degrees celius about 20 - 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup. anyway. this is a recipe. from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having bad bad hiccups. yikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hey c div&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nice match you had today. jiayoujiayou.... be nice to your new captain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read something really funny today.  go read ronald's blog. it has this funny thing you just scroll down can see le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i add this photo album thing. all thanks to huijuan. i saw her cool blog then modified it to suit mine. can someone give me a song or midi file. cause i really think this slow music doesnt suit my blog.  i'm trying to find other kind of music. this is so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry exam is coming and i dont understand what that teacher is teaching. heck. i'll be my own tutor. i'll quit hc soon. get a miserable point and do so much rubbish. either that or i'm the only working one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye i need a sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113889525404196509?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113889525404196509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113889525404196509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113889525404196509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113889525404196509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/ingredients-flour-sugar-butter-4-3-3.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113880659934437979</id><published>2006-02-01T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:09:59.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm laughing. my dad trying to get me put some oilment. judging by my bro's warnings, this oilment causes more pain instead of muscle relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wanna train push ups. the kind the body parallel to ground kind. that kind can train a lot of arm power. my dad say. you go hold your bamboo stick can le. i tell him i hold my dumbell better. but i think if keep doing wushu the dao fa. can train also cause during wushu near the end i always feel that my wrist a bit strained. as in the feeling of having had a good training kind of thing. recently, i fell cause i played basketball too hard. so cant play with my da yin. (kalvin. basketball is a dangerous sports. i've not played it for years. though. ch603 wanna go to peihwa to play basketball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dad bought me a wristband. i so happy. i gonna use my CNY money to buy myself a good skipping rope. speaking of red packets. Doreen jie still owes me =) i asked her for it through sms on chu 2.  she promise me will give le. i feel very greedy. but who cares. she just married this red packet must get. next year dont get also never mind. but this year must get. i feel pigish. some how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i know it's like this is my second post. ZHA FEI  brings you less crap in second post of the day or night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway. my pankhurst hairband is suppose to look like it's got four antanee ( our house mascot is ants) but i made it look like it's got 4 swiss rolls. not just swiss rolls but red swiss rolls. so funky not.really dont look like ant. probably ant carrying blood swiss roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I AMmm&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ZHA FEI  ZAFEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ZAFEY CAN FLY........................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and fall down too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm quite tire already. somehow kept sleeping during music lesson. not that it was boring but the music was too marvallous that i could sleep. rowena still didnt come. today quite a lot of people didnt come. i feel like skipping the wednesday's class and go watch tournament. although i not playing i want to see the players of opposing team. anyway. i'm likely to go watch monday's game. cause i want to give cally her bdae present. yupyup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I  LOVE  ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I  LOVE  YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I  LOVE  GREEN&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I  LOVE  RED&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I  LOVE  BLUE&lt;/span&gt;  I LOVE  PINK    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I  LOVE  WHITE   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE NEVER TO CONTRIDICT MYSELF AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113880659934437979?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113880659934437979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113880659934437979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113880659934437979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113880659934437979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113880396897866935</id><published>2006-02-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:26:09.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. shoot it. i studied my head off that night only to find out that there wasnt any test the next day but the next week. i'm a one blur person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder is it better to be a blur person or a serious person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a blur person. you dont get hurt so easily cause you are so blur you dont know what people are saying about you so you dont get hurt emotionally. but if you are a blur person, you might hurt someone and not know it cause you are so blur. but there is a likely chance that the person know you are so blur and know you do not mean it so you are likely to be "excused " somewhat for your blurness. this seems crap. but it seems to make sense too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a serious person, you are either an open person or a secretive person. the diff between this two kinds. if you are open and serious person, if people hurt you emotionally, you get hurt for a while and dont bother about it either because you can forget or you talk about it so much you feel like the mean person. if you are the secretive person, if people hurt you, you bury it in your heart and dont talk about it. you remember it fully and dont forget it. you will become a big headed serious secretive person. and one day the big head will burst.  okay this is even more crap. i dont know what i'm talking about. so ya. cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i want to be an all rounder. to me being an all rounder does not mean going to triple science cause if you are in triple science you lack an art and therefore you are not all rounded. i love my comby somehow. there's science math languages humanities and music. see music is an art. no only that. i want to try to do well in everything from sports to everything i learn. but it is impossible. cause i got no time. so this is just plain talk about being an all rounder which can never come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have read until here. thanks a lot. love ya for reading all my crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya round with more crap to talk about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113880396897866935?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113880396897866935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113880396897866935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113880396897866935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113880396897866935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113872172891883436</id><published>2006-01-31T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:35:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing much to regret this CNY. i ate all i wanted. didnt have to bother about not able to run for tourni. my little cousin and niece were a pretty pair of girls that brighten my CNY. the only thing i regret not doing was i didnt do things i wanted to do. namely iceskate and bowling. somehow, i really want to do them. i just have to wait till march if the SPA allows me. stupid assesment of science had to be in the hols. but really hols isn't really holidays when you have homework to be done, datelines to be met and stuff like that. i dont regret not doing my homework. at least not yet. i did study for the tests though. not chem, physics yup. there is chem and phys test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found cousins my age. i found out cool news. i have a cousin getting married next month, a cousin in sp or nyp. cant remember what sheh lin said. and i have cousins my age =] finally. i hope my cousin who is suppose to be about 19 or 20 comes back from canada real soon. i've never seen him. but i think it will be great to have an older brother a "ge ge" that's what i always wanted. i have three already though. aik bing ge is one but i hardly see him.same for the other two. one is even married.  i hope this ge will be one i can see like once a week. that would be so fun. can never happen though. i dont think that can happen. you can say i envy eunice ong. she has an older brother daniel. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about younger brothers is that they never know when to stop irritating you. same for some guys older too. they just keep going on. oh yes. my brother just informed me that girls have more emotions than guys. so yup that's probably a reason. another thing why i want an older bro rather than a younger bro is that i dont have to wait so long for a younger bro to grow up. an older bro would be quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to meet my biao ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who my poly cousin is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i caught the movie of cheaper by the dozen. aint too bad. quite funny. went with liwen, lijun, liying, hans, sab, jie and di. yupyup. liwen didnt want to let me pay. hmph. again. i'm really not good at all these money stuff. cause i'm not sure whether it is right to always let her pay. just doesnt feel right to me. though. i'll feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone want to ice skate and go for bowling? well maybe just iceskating not the bowling part cause i'll probably get one lane to myself with perhaps 2 or 4 games and just do training for bowling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113872172891883436?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113872172891883436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113872172891883436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113872172891883436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113872172891883436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-nothing-much-to-regret-this-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113837691743817670</id><published>2006-01-30T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T10:18:50.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she knows what she's doin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She pushed me in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At our last school reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She laughs at my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I dream about her laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strange as it seems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's the one I'm after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]Cause she's bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's too much for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can't keep a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more than an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She runs on 100 proof attitude power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the more she ignores me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more I adore her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd do anything for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's too much for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way she sees it's me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her caller ID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She won't pick up the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'd rather be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't give up just yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause every word she's ever said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is still ringin' in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still ringin' in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's cold and she's cruel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she knows what she's doin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Knows just what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my whole day is ruined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's too much for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's too much for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I keep comin' back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ron told me about this song. funky to an extent. yupyup. too sad i aint a boy. anyway. main points. for the completion of a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm out of team. not playing. wonders who is playing singles besides shuwen and huilin. i'll go and watch bendemeer's match on monday. that's probably the only one i can go. and maybe beatty. that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway. today i spent meso for the sake of spending. i think i should close acc. like shuying. give my acc. to ppl. point is i spent 500k on snowboards today. and i sold lots of stuff today too. feels so happy somehow. just happy not joyful.whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;little niece growing prettier by the day. little pretty cousin growing more kawaii. saw them today. kahyin was like talking more fluently and ashley was like learning to walk. both girls very cute. ( i cant find a word to substitute). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, today jie was wearing her funky dress. more of traditional dress and many ppl thought she going for performance.i feel elated in a sense somehow. but this few days really bad mood. also. contridicating. but it's like. mood swinging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my cousin surprised me. she still remembers her aunt. surprisingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel like bowling, iceskating and not hurt anyone, swimming, basketball and doing all sorts of sports but badminton. somehow today. doesnt seem right for badminton. i just want to bowl. i want to have one whole lane to myself so i can just keep bowling. i need to train my arm. either too much fats or not enough exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;insanity kept me alive today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113837691743817670?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113837691743817670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113837691743817670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113837691743817670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113837691743817670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-cold-and-shes-cruelbut-she-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113803476631895590</id><published>2006-01-24T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:46:06.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AFEY CAN FLY&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and fall down too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xiuhui is coming today i hope. Yiying i allow you to murder me now. i submitted the soft copy of the players list to Mr Tan. Like i said admin worker. Really shuwen. i dont understand what you are pissed about. Fayanne seems all calm while you on the other hand so worked up. it's all about opinions. how you look at things aint my problem. Point now is, learn the chinese idiom, ren bu ke mao xiang. hai shui bu ke dou lang. Anyway. poor Cheryl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yiying. tomorrow i can stand there and let you hit me all you want. i think i did something real wrong. clicking that button to send the email attachments to Mr Tan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm really insane. either i can fail my math or what. but how can a person possibly run 120m in 30s. when the person is half drained. i probably counted wrongly. or sth. i probably did like 10 or less or sth. heck though. maybe it is 6 or sth. heck.had the physical strength conditioning today. really tiring but only 15mins. i didnt know how i managed to do like 50 skipping in like what 15 sec or about 20 sec. i had to run to the skipping rope. anyway. i hope half the basketball court is 10m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;let's just say today i want to thank God for this good friend called eunice. she let me see that there is something more to a team. i know when she read this she will ask me got meh? there is this other person too i want to thank God for xy. she is jumpy sort of person with a cool character.i was really like stressed today. because of her, i'm feeling everything today. from the stress to joviality. today this two people made my day. in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113803476631895590?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113803476631895590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113803476631895590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113803476631895590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113803476631895590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/01/zhafey-can-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113759957658189800</id><published>2006-01-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:52:56.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm super bored. with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first maths. assignment one.&lt;br /&gt;second maths.assignment two.&lt;br /&gt;third amaths. assignment one.&lt;br /&gt;fourth physics. assignment one.&lt;br /&gt;fifth chemistry. assignment one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like one busy person here.&lt;br /&gt;monday - friendly with kentridge. i lost though. went late for wushu.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - training. slept till i didnt do homework&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - music. end earlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;thursday - training. die le.&lt;br /&gt;friday -house party ...(in house com...i'll quit in sec4). after that have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i playing against scgs, cedar, beatty, bendemmer, st thereasa.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i think. cally in bendemmer... but she play doubles. haha.die le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLY GOING TO BE 12 O'CLOCK LE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY... NOW YOU ARE 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in courts at scgs byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113759957658189800?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113759957658189800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113759957658189800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113759957658189800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113759957658189800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-super-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113759816190864793</id><published>2006-01-18T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:29:21.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>up in heaven&lt;br /&gt;down on earth&lt;br /&gt;right on track but&lt;br /&gt;left behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113759816190864793?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113759816190864793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;this is a comment. no need to comment on a comment cause it is pointless to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say happy christmas and merry new year. so there the comment made shall be. everyday is a merry day.&lt;br /&gt;once again i repeat. this is a comment. please keep all comments about this comment to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. very bored. but now. being bored means i have a load of homework but i'm just too lazy to lift my finger to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things about upper sec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's not about whether you wanna sleep in class. it's about how deep your interest in that subject is. if it is deep, no matter how tired you are, you will listen cause everyday you are learning something new. unlike lower sec, it is like a revision of primary six for some subjects. can practically sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you finally want to put your butt on the chair and start studying. but you have no time. unlike that honeymoon lower sec, when you had loads of time but you just cant sit still for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so many things to do. so little time. you need a fulcrum to balance things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  i got my chinese name already... finally. 吒飞 yupyup dont care whether you like or not. that's zafey in chinese. cause ryu always calls me ah fey so yupyup. i made this name zha fei. yupyup.  so ryu calls me ah fei is not wrong anymore. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活着活到累了...&lt;br /&gt;但没说不想活了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113690242478418782?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113690242478418782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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is called xiao cao ren.  today some person qi fu wo... hmph. auntie shirlene went to call my amath teacher. dots man. she best ah. talk rubbish about me. i dont like 2 teachers. then she go say. i dont like all the teachers except my math teachers. very good man. evil. dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i very envious of gary. he took 3 math man. so cool. i wish i can take just maths and nothing else. gtg bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113673787890433897?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113673787890433897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113673787890433897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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God&lt;br /&gt;all die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no passion&lt;br /&gt;no game&lt;br /&gt;where's life&lt;br /&gt;in his hands -- commited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go ice skating. before hols begin. i hope on monday no school. go with fion and joanna... otherwise go bowling. i'm having a bad throat. real bad. the worst in years. cause i played in the rain. well i swam in the rain. i dont bother though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got weird stuff. cause i came back from china. i realise, i cannot lobe but i can smash. i cant net as well but i can drop. so weird. i need a person who is serious to train with me. speak frank. coach yeo's training somehow not so tough. dunno why. coach lee's oso not so tough. today i sprint better than i run. somehow. my running seemed slower than my normal walking pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice: i really sad you are not my captain. i feel like ********* you. gosh you threw away your cap. you shall be my captain in my heart.haha.&lt;br /&gt;yiying: congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113578757042805301?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113578757042805301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113578757042805301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113578757042805301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113578757042805301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/without-water-flowers-die-without-air.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113558947660626991</id><published>2005-12-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:31:17.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried to translate the song we are the reason into chinese. so weird de. chorus only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们是原因 让他扔了生命 我们是原因 他得受苦逝世 给予迷路的世界 他全心付出 让我们知道活的原因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the reason that he gave his life we are the reason that he suffered and died to a a world that was lost he gave all he could give to show us a reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird but i dont bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113558947660626991?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113558947660626991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113558947660626991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113558947660626991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113558947660626991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-tried-to-translate-song-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113553514368080433</id><published>2005-12-26T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:25:43.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>听着JJ的编号89757这首歌， 我就觉得有时， 一生化机器人比人更可靠。不背叛自己的主人，总是站在主人的那一边。 虽说它终究不是真人，但是它的忠诚心会比一个真人真心很多倍。我要这个编号89757 的机器人。&lt;br /&gt;从云南回到家了。在云南有很多小数民族。在昆明， 女的称为阿斯马， 男的称为阿黑哥。在丽江， 女的称为胖斤妹， 男的称为胖斤哥。在大理，女的金花，男的阿鹏哥。在泸沽湖，是阿哥阿妹。在香格里拉，是佐马和扎西。在云南，虽很冷 但是，风景仍然美如一幅画。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圣诞节已过了。好伤感。 不说了我要睡了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113553514368080433?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113553514368080433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113553514368080433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113553514368080433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113553514368080433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/jj89757-89757.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113439924210695646</id><published>2005-12-12T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:54:02.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i leave my room to collect dust, i shall blog. yipee. i cant wait to go china. feels so happy. yeah man. i brought lots of stuff there. lots of sweets too. whee ha. this was what my brother told me he made me want to really see snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro： jie when we go there and if there is snow, the first person i'll throwa snowball at is you cause you are the only one who will carry on the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking quite right. oh yes, if you happen to be my dear teacher who reads blogs, i'm pleased to announce that i've done no homework. yup none at all. except mathematics. if you are my math teacher please be glad. -_-" this is really lame cause it is to nobody. i'm quite positive that no teachers read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care who reads my blog. even if no one does i'm not bothered. i just have one thing to say. i'm gonna miss lots of trng and i'm quite unhappy about it. i dont see why the sec1s dont turn up when they are happily slacking in singapore. perhaps we should follow the style of nc and track. skip trng twice with no letter or valid reason such as other school activites not menstration crams or tests or any other crap reason. 1 demerit. yup. maybe then they would turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be on my way to china. and i'm happy about it. who says teens dont go china. i cant wait to find out who the other family of four is. i hope it is someone we know. then it would be so great. whee.i'm gg to the airport soon. goodbye. cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to badminton: train hard. on the 22nd of december,i'll see how energetic i m. if got energy i go sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cally: want to play basketball on the 23rd of december. bring to wushu. i go wushu then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to eunice: i dont care you better dont ask mr tan to change his mind. you can de. happy birthday, take your birthday present from yiying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to yiying: remember to pass eunice her present. thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to xiuhui: my beloved captain, please go and persuade eunice to take on the role as next year's captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113439924210695646?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113439924210695646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113439924210695646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113439924210695646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113439924210695646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-i-leave-my-room-to-collect-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113424348596367456</id><published>2005-12-11T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:38:05.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the little dog of mine broke three rules. firstly, it entered my room without permission. secondly, it left behind not one but 2 presents. its pee and poo. thirdly, it left the room without telling me. the best part was. my sis told the dog good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was doreen jie and mr. rong chang's wedding. doreen jie was a piao liang xing niang and mr rong chang was a shuai xing nang. i saw doreen jie with huihui b4 the wedding. she was sitting in the office. whee. she was pretty. really pretty. ( please pardon my lack of vocab) . the point is she looked elegant... i missed the shot of "kiss the bride" . rong chang and doreen kiss to fast le. hmph. but i got the pic when they ask them to xiang wen in the hotel. for about 10s ( our time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met dot. when she went to the dinner, dress so ladylike. very pretty too. like my sister. shall not comment. cause it's real funny. anyway. the point is the food was nice. baby thaddeus grew in size and chubbiness. his cheeks will be a delight for cheewan. in my opinion. haha. gtg and sleep. blog later. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113424348596367456?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113424348596367456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113424348596367456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113424348596367456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113424348596367456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-dog-of-mine-broke-three-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113415666137681447</id><published>2005-12-10T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:31:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to miss 2 wushu lesson. hmph. nvm go china and have fun and let my ankle and wrist relax. come back then start all over again. i gonna miss trainings. i feel like bringing my piano there. obviously impossible. oh man. i need to sleep early. i shall blog first.&lt;br /&gt;went for house meeting yesterday. me and yin min. i had blood on my hands. ( red paint) as usual.had a bit of blood deco on my forehead. somehow got there. we completed the painting of the grass and the ants with 2 small brushes. that were meant for painting on paper.  i feel i've accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very happy at wushu just now. as in during wushu. before wushu i was like being one bored person. after wushu i left. promised dad i would go home early. i learnt quite a lot from today's wushu. the previous friday, i came actually to train with jin and chee but so sad couldnt. anyway wushu was fun as usual. i was half asleep. i see the nyp people swing the qi quite cool but i think it is like super tiring. either that or the thing is super light. the flag reminded me of the chinese dance. last time they tried to teach me the dance with silk for chinese dance. i was like entangling myself up. pissed. the only thing i enjoyed in dance was gym. cause for one fact i wanted to join gymnast since i was a young kid. so i ended up trying to teach myself. like seeing and try and learn. (eunice: that's i learn that funny thing. yoga thing.i saw on newspaper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg it's getting early good morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the sun rise and greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can i let go of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113415666137681447?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113415666137681447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113415666137681447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113415666137681447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113415666137681447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-going-to-miss-2-wushu-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113397344698454576</id><published>2005-12-07T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:37:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the current song i like is unforgivable sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past flashes before in the wondering mind. the music makes me think too deeply. though horrible but horribly beautiful. dont ask why. i know the quality of music is not very excellent but i like. the singer has a bit of problem pronouncing words but who cares it is a beautiful song. singing for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lose your sense of time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the days don't matter no more&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;You hope she knows you tried&lt;br /&gt;Follows you around all day&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;'Cause between this world and eternity&lt;br /&gt;There is a face you hope to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where you've sent her&lt;br /&gt;You sure know where you are&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to ease off&lt;br /&gt;But you know you won't get far&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear those words&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable Sinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been walking around in tears&lt;br /&gt;No answers are there to get&lt;br /&gt;You won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Someone cries and you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;Struggling with a fight inside&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow you'll defeat&lt;br /&gt;The picture you see it won't disappear&lt;br /&gt;Not unpleasant dreams or her voice you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where you've sent her&lt;br /&gt;You sure know where you are&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to ease off&lt;br /&gt;But you know you won't get far&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear those words&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable Sinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one time lost&lt;br /&gt;But now you're found&lt;br /&gt;Stand right up before&lt;br /&gt;You hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one time lost&lt;br /&gt;But now you're found&lt;br /&gt;Stand right up before&lt;br /&gt;You hit the ground - hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where you've sent her&lt;br /&gt;You sure know where you are&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to ease off&lt;br /&gt;But you know you won't get far&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear those words&lt;br /&gt;And now she's up there&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable Sinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the horribly beautiful song by lene marlin- unforgivable sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch zathura with cousins. then the guys trying to be cool dont wanna take neoprints. then we saw this guy with his girlfriend taking neoprints. we were like in future we will see you here with your girlfriends. then the long and max were being their stupid self trying to act cool. in the end they wait for us for like what 1h i think. haha. dont care them. max was gg mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next monday no wushu. thus, i shall go on friday. go find cheewan and jinwei. whee. so tragic. the most stupid thing that happened. i thought cally and jiaolian leaving on the 8th. then i sms cally. then receive msg from whoever was holding her phone saying cally leave le and receive like what few hours later. pissed with myself. hmph bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got good and excellent news. we have got a new coach that is quite nice. seems cool and friendly. yupyup. i hope the sec1 will come. this guy teaches well. anyway. who wants to help me do my homework？ i have yet to touch them yet. must do english tmr though. otherwise i die le. i havent even ordered my books. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to badminton chalet that day. spent the days slacking. sleeping my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. my dad finally took the kind of picture i want. whee. feel so happy. it is on my friendster. the primary pic. anyway the point is that. it was taken at the kiind of angle i always wanted to take of ppl.  i shall tell you the truth i put it on my desktop as background. you can say zi lian. but i dont care. i want to put the words. i'm watching you you are using my com. wont that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant play maple. i found some lvl 35 and lvl 40 items for bowman and thief. cause i was hunting fire boar like mad. for the fun of it though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113397344698454576?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113397344698454576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113397344698454576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113397344698454576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113397344698454576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-song-i-like-is-unforgivable.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113319750053231165</id><published>2005-11-29T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:05:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been named. meet my dao. it is called da yin. it has 3 friends. da niu, da ming and da dao. today, da yin saved me. i left my key inside the courts. dayin help me to take the key out as the doors of the courts were locked. whee. i feel like sleeping. wushu was fun. whee. i'm beginning to have a leaking brain. i mixed up and forgot the tan tui shi lu de di 9 lu. real weird. i'm having bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep but cant. what should i do. i'll make 15 options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to sleep anyway&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep on the floor&lt;br /&gt;3. dont bother sleeping&lt;br /&gt;4.get someone to make me sleep&lt;br /&gt;5. go bath in hot water&lt;br /&gt;6. read science books&lt;br /&gt;7.stare into space&lt;br /&gt;8.pretend i'm a fish.&lt;br /&gt;9. be half asleep&lt;br /&gt;10. meditate&lt;br /&gt;11. read first option&lt;br /&gt;12. see the next&lt;br /&gt;13.option 3&lt;br /&gt;14. see option 5&lt;br /&gt;15. make your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. let nature take its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm practically blogging nonsense. but i dont bother. anyway. i want to do handstand. i cant do anymore. i use to be able to do. now cannot do le. hmph. i shall train. i always remember i used the most stupid way to do a headstand. when i was 7, i did a headstand on top of my pillow against the wall. with no hands supporting the ground. got chided by mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last trng, eunice was trying that thing where you use your hands and support your whole body leaving only from the head to the shoulders on the floor. i saw this thing on a newspaper long time ago. thought it was cool and then be a copyhuman. yupyup. but that person didnt support with her hands i think. her hands was by her side straight and flat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.... when i do bridge, my right arm pain. gosh this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got trng. in the morning. yipee! but i really hope i dont see that guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113319750053231165?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113319750053231165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113319750053231165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113319750053231165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113319750053231165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-named.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113250751041603955</id><published>2005-11-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T09:25:10.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. whee. xueyuan jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.jinwei and cheewan.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.he quit. yeah. we felt a burden lifted off our back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.i found a new laoshi: nhmx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.zafey  found 4 cool stuff recently, 2 snowboards and 2 weapons for warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 5 badminton ppl in the same class next year. =) stand up together and say tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. physic chemistry. pure geography. (who wants to give me their textbooks) lit elect. music. double math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month got a lot of ppl birthday. whee. later playing maple with gerald. haha. need alarm clocks. can see. this means need 4 alarms. otherwise cannot wake up de. yesterday went to see jinwei and cheewan grading. i think they did well. =) haha. anyway. 3 things: i am growing fat. i desperately need someone to answer all my questions.i want to change the layout again. any ideas. help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yester day, i saw this old man, talking on the phone to his son. i could barely make out what he was saying cause he was toothless. then the son came. he was could understand everything the father said. when i understood nothing. he seemed to be speaking in chinese though. i deduced he was as his son answered in chinese. this simple scene i saw was like showing the closeness of relationship between the father and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things i want to thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;- the people around me. cause without them life wouldnt be the same. no matter how quiet or how noisy the role they play in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- cambodia children. yupyupyup. somehow i think it is because of them God's glory can thus be seen working.&lt;br /&gt;-wonder working power in the blood of the lamb&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep le other wise will be late later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113250751041603955?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113250751041603955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113250751041603955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113250751041603955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113250751041603955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/7-things-1_21.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113206565949107256</id><published>2005-11-15T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:47:09.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;on monday night at10pm, beep beep. msg: go buy paint that's brown *rolls eyes.* by wednesday&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday morning, woke up late. oh man. cally wait. ah. eunice's late. play maple.pq.pq.forgot about paint. b4 trng. dad bring me. go buy brown paint. drop at the shop. ask for brown paint. aunty say: this one can? one can enough?hai ya aunty just give me brown paint. went for trng without brown paint. after trng. went home with brown paint in the car. receive msg. need brown paint tmr. at 11am. splat in the middle of the day. phone ring. tuition teacher. ke yi huan cheng shi yi dian ban ma? tian ah laoshi bu ke yi. na yi dian ba. orh okay. if i never touch the brown paint. i dont need to go school tmr. will waste the whole day in school. hmph. but i cant make it either. all the times all wrong. toot toot toot toot * lip read* sheet of paper tell me rubbish. must be because it is green. not pankhurst color. so write pankhurst meeting dates on there sure all wrong. die le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget about brown paint&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping. i dont feel like going to school tmr. really dont want to. i only want a place that is empty. no one to bother me. and no one's presence for me to feel. to play the piano. whee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113206565949107256?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113206565949107256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113206565949107256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113206565949107256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113206565949107256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-monday-night-at10pm-beep-beep.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113172993588863413</id><published>2005-11-12T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:25:35.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've got only one pair of hands and one pair of wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i love sports and music. i'm hopeless in making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cannot train wrist power too much otherwise piano will go bonkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but if no wrist power, cannot do sports well. ahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yesterday's piano lesson was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;running than half way, fingers tangled... i need more time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm so proud of eunice, yiying and xiuhui. yesterday, we made the badminton board look spunky and catchy. remember the word carrots. oh yes. i have yet to say sth. coach Lee will be helping us... that's if you go to his trng .duh. anyway. i encourage all sec2 to go. whee... he is a good coach. he taught me how to smash such that, this guy once asked whether my coach was from china. haha. it just so happens that day, my wrist was okay, and i was either too happy or too angry. that's the only time i smash well. anyway. forget my current hopeless image of my inability to smash. i still cant get use to my ankle. feeling a bit weird. well then, go for coach lee's trng. whee... let's go as a team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let me elaborate more about our board. it is orange and green. both colours are as "xing gan" as xiuhui. real nice colours. and with xiuhui's brillant brain, eunice's wonderful colour paper and yiying's magical touch of finish, we completed the board design. it is really cut and paste but real nice. we really hope we can keep the board as it is. let's wish that one day, no one will look down on us just because we cant win the tournaments. jiayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;messages for the crez badminton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to xiuhui: you will always remain as my beloved badminton captain forever. whee. get well soon for your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to eunice: dont bother, i'm quite sure you are cap next year. haha. remember. we shall pray that we get into the same class next year. whee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to yiying: haha you were late. anyway. it shall take place at your house...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to sec1 05: oi turn up for trng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to sec4:  jiayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;   _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;_(  )_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;      _]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;      _]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;_]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;____]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;dont laugh... it's a good luck sign for you. whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;training on tuesday is in the afternoon. same venue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;quote for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113172993588863413?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113172993588863413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113172993588863413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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maple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i took the photo, i edited too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;whee. i feel so proud of my handiwork even though it is not professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;whee. the colour combinations seem real weird. but i dont bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hey kai: sry i still cant find that script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yesterday, i woke up at 11 cause i slept at 3 that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;belated cheers for people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i hope i dont miss out any this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to sec4: jiayou for the rest of your papers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to A's: say whee about 15 more days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to darren or darrell: whicheva of you jiayou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to shirley: jiayou jiayou... study whee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to whoeva taking exams soon: way to go... if you are reading this post today... i've got sth to tell ya... go study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; got to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113164230262844175?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113164230262844175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113164230262844175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113164230262844175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113164230262844175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113112669921532617</id><published>2005-11-05T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:51:39.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i made a load of paper cranes today. for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;the first week of hols has ended.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing jumping quest... oh man.. the monkey&lt;br /&gt;this guy do so fast. hm...so much patience not like me...&lt;br /&gt;ahh i keep going back to square 1. ahh... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;met shuying... online.... duh. where else.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's life science aint too bad.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still jumping... a bit pissed le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sleep le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113103616077953281</id><published>2005-11-04T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:42:40.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;br /&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty woman makes her husband look small&lt;br /&gt;And very often causes his downfall&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he married her and then she starts&lt;br /&gt;To do the things that will break his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you make an ugly woman your wife&lt;br /&gt;A-you'll be happy for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;An ug-a-ly woman cooks meals on time&lt;br /&gt;And she'll always give you peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't let your friends say you have no taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Go ahead and marry anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Though her face is ugly, her eyes don't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Take it from me, she's a better catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Say man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey baby!I saw your wife the other day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, an' she's ug-leeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, she's ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So for my personal point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;whee ha. i finally put up the lyrics. anyway. CHEE: let's sing it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;went to play badminton yesterday. i was like the youngest there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;now the set of rules were different. you hit to your opponent. so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if ever i have a whole week free to do anything and have no worries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll go do a different sport everyday. so fun.  i feel like going bowling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so happy. too much endorphins produced.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MS LOH... why did you even bother to change my body language in p6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wanna change back. now too out of place le. i feel very saddist today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i accidentally sprayed water on may ying jie... AHH... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i gts. sleep is vital for the survival and strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay i agree with you that's crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;turn out your lights and go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113103616077953281?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113103616077953281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the class was real boring. i'm disappointed. i thought we would be doing dissection. i'm getting more and more sadist. i was hoping that we would quit having that boring environmental lectures and go on to life science prac. one day wasted. hmph. could have slept more. stupid course. anyway, i hope, i wish, that the lesson on fri would be nice. and it better be.later going to play badminton with shuling. =D feels so happy. i just realised. when xy smile until cannot see her eyes, she looks like drusilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm gonna skate again... soon. down the slope then fall down and then look at blood. i just remembered that when i fell over this little boy yesterday, before i fell i said, oh man i'm gonna fall on him and over him. and i did. my psychological mentality is going bonkers. the poor boy. anyway. i've got another record i'm gonna break again... my own record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it is either, i skip 2 trngs the coming monday or i failed to turn up for the first and last class chalet. i just saw the schedule for trngs. and i'm so like shocked. only 14 trngs in the entire two months. i half dont mind cause i dont respect that guy. but this is like real rubbish. hm... dont care self trng. then squeeze in about 4 more trngs. oh no busy schedule for hols man. badminton + house stuff + piano + wushu + homework = holiday. oh man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113095195693228948?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113095195693228948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113095195693228948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113095195693228948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113095195693228948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/class-was-real-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113086579678517137</id><published>2005-11-02T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:29:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just stopped playing maple...&lt;br /&gt;shirley jie was right. whee...&lt;br /&gt;i went ice skating yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i think the fun of iceskating is   &lt;br /&gt;banging ppl or avoid bangs and falling or trying not to fall.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so free. whee. no exams.  so sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;jinwei cheewan and winnie couldnt come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i go iceskate would be with&lt;br /&gt;xy and max. and maybe shuying.&lt;br /&gt;peiting and peiwen. i guess they would prefer to go&lt;br /&gt;k box. i'm never gonna step into that place again.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went in was for xy and her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot sing... whee.. i can sing without a mike&lt;br /&gt;and out of tune. but never with a mike and in tune&lt;br /&gt;then the following time would be with cat, shuling, fiona&lt;br /&gt;joanna... i dont feel like sleeping. i think i ate too much&lt;br /&gt;of something either that or too much skating today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the libraries didnt wanna open today. hmph..&lt;br /&gt;the regional library was closed. went to westmall,&lt;br /&gt;library there was closed too. went to shop for once in duno how long.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. dont like shopping.i think it is so pressurizing&lt;br /&gt;go shop for some little cute keychains for a present.&lt;br /&gt;i was at triangle. looking at the keychain. the sales person was&lt;br /&gt;looking at me... i took like 10 min... very pressurizing.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to comics. that was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a new phrase.&lt;br /&gt;如果跌倒 就爬起来。 如果觉得痛 就说：“爽啊!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shirley: i did. i went to ice skate. yupyupyup. you were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fiona: i just read your blog. you okay not? whee... i went to ice skate today. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nat: it's the dawning of the second day of november. happy birthday.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to yiying: tys man. yeah. when you feel pain say. SHUANG AH. then the pain will disappear. endurance and determination.ahhh... wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i broke 3 records. i think&lt;br /&gt;first, i got a demerit finally.&lt;br /&gt;second, i really wanted to skip trng&lt;br /&gt;third, for the first time i dont respect my coach.why did the school fire mr wong. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyupyup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye i gtg sleep&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/14894631-113086579678517137?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113086579678517137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113086579678517137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113086579678517137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113086579678517137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-stopped-playing-maple.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113061273171030424</id><published>2005-10-31T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:05:31.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;helpless?" God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;will take care of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"God said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;teach you how to speak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;teach you how to pray."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Who will protect me?"God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;its life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;next to you."At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Leave now; please tell me my angel's name.""You will simply call her, "Mommy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i found this cute story on someone's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i thought it depicted the relationship with God and the child. God has everything planned while always doubt and ask questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it is super early in the morning. i'm still quite awake. Just cant sleep. i shall stay awake and blog rubbish.i'm thinking of how to make my new blog layout. firstly i would like it to be white for a change, i want to have stars. loads of them. or perhaps. some weird stuff like... rackets and shuttles...i'm quite sure it would be rather nuts to do that... but i can try of course.  gtg bye&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/14894631-113061273171030424?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113061273171030424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113061273171030424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113061273171030424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113061273171030424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/child-asked-god-they-tell-me-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113043068427095661</id><published>2005-10-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:31:24.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really cant write anymore. currently, i suppose to do a write up for year book for badminton. i really cant carry on writing. i feel like i'm lying cause, firstly, i really dont want to thank the new coach. secondly, most of the sec1s are really not training hard. thirdly, the guy from the street teaches us nothing. the more i write , the more i think about how we are going to survive with a 'coach' that teaches us nothing. i dont care whether he is new. but the problem is that. because he is new mr tan wants to give him a chance. but on the contrary, this guy from the street is not treasuring his chance. he is totally trying to like challenge us to fire him in front of mr tan. yy and i were like yeah man. if only we had another coach at hand that was willing to train us. i really see no point in me going for training. i'm just going there to diss this guy from the street. i still dont see the reason why this school fired mr wong. he was doing alright... anyway. to the point, we are like an experiment set to this guy from the street but the fact remains, we feel that he doesnt teaches us anything. ask him a question, he never gives a straight answer. cause he never knows how to answer. he goes too much by the book. to put things bluntly, he is just an umpire not some person fit for coaching. i feel as if i'm in a big dilenma. if we request to fire the coach, cannot go tournament. if we carry on with this coach, we will go nowhere. if we lose the tournament, the team might disappear. if we win, the guy will stay.  too upset to write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113043068427095661?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113043068427095661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113043068427095661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113043068427095661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113043068427095661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-really-cant-write-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-113021593018822018</id><published>2005-10-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:11:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. i'm going to down. whee. anyway. i very bored. shouldn't have come to school today. waste time. watched moulin rouge today. i finally understand why my dear eunice love this show so much. cause the dear eunice is obsessed about love and everything about it. so anyway. she didnt like the poto cause it didnt have as much love content as the moulin rouge. i think both movies are nice though. except. i like the phantom more that christian. i think phantom has a better voice than christian. let's put it this way, the voice of the phantom is more enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this choosing of subjects is making me feel stress. i am in a dilema on whether to take the 3 sciences or 2 sciences. i slept this morning at 130. this is getting mad. oh ya, i got my 刀. i am somewhat scared of it. scary thing. can cut. last night after wushu, i was trying again. if use strength only 10 times then almost cannot hold le. hmph. need training. ahh. this time push ups wont help. learning erhu will. i always remember bean and her strong arm. anyway. i finally know how to bring the 刀 from left hand to right hand. this 刀 is lighter than the training racket. but it requires more strength to create a sound than the racket. mainly cause you cant swing the 刀. yupyupyup.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-113021593018822018?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/113021593018822018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=113021593018822018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113021593018822018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/113021593018822018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112964908487455653</id><published>2005-10-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:24:44.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the first thing that came to my mind was that *toot* coach... he and his nonsense on the theories of badminton when he was talking futurelistic stuff... he is destroying the team. he thinks that there is a lot of time from now to tournament and that he can spend time talking rubbish. he is the first coach that i detest. out of all the teachers and coaches i met, all were in some way or other has very good knowledge of what they are gonna teach... all were quite focused and knew lots... or at least they  give us a satifactory answers to our question. only this toot man from the street what he knows is to talk like an empty vessel. i bet 3vc can smash him to bits. all he knows i how to talk rubbish. telling us how to build castles without a walls. lame toot. he doesnt even know anything about the tournaments and stuff. let's just say, i'm so happy he knows i detest him. let's talk about the stupid stuff he teaches us. coach lee taught us some cool stuff, this guy from street say when you play must put your index finger up... what an unobservant umpire. toot man. he is just a trained umpire not a trained coach. act pro only. i really feel like getting the whole team to go and find coach lee but i'm afraid, it would affect coach lee's and the man from the street friendship. even mdm kala, a person who is most unlikely to comment on anything about the coach is able to tell that he is not even professional. i would really like to beg mdm kala to change the coach. back to mr kenny wong. but he's taken by some other school. there is one thing i cannot understand. that is just because we dont win awards we dont get a good coach how is that fair.  some people terminated our first coach. or let's put it in blant words. they fired our coach for no reason and got us a more stupid coach to give him money. AHH　i feel very very evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday went on stage to make a fool of myself... yeah man learn wayang... haha... very fun... not. -_-" duh. there was this guy who could do flips very fast i was like oh my tian. it was real fast. anyway. i totally was wasting my time in training. i think i'm doing harm to myself i should have left the classroom. Jinwei's birthday is coming. ah haha . she's gonna be woken up by me. muahahaha... anyway she dont have to go to work. lala. i feel so happy. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wanna do weird things today. but too bad my cam went out of batt. me and shihui were like xia hou yao then make a letter m then take photo... cao dumb and cao stupid... but that is called memories. from the climbing above the ceiling, to the throwing of stones, these are called memories of childhood all the weird stuff we do. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want memories to remain and the nightmares to flee.&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/14894631-112964908487455653?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112964908487455653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112964908487455653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112964908487455653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112964908487455653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-thing-that-came-to-my-mind-was.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112930755427543513</id><published>2005-10-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:29:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my tian... let's just say&lt;br /&gt;i feel VERY COLD. really cold... when i went to pek kio there today, first my silly sis did something to make the aircon super cold. i came out freezing. imagine even with the windbreaker on. i was like shivering. after warm ups surprisingly i didnt perspire like mad. the warm ups there a little different from the one at BTCC. chee and stacy came... GUANGYAO I TOLD YOU. haha... anyway.... they turned up today... TODAY... not some other day but today. whee... stacy came for like 20 minutes or more? about there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我知道了那教练的名字。他的名字是问别人. 那教练， 他说不要叫他教练叫他的名字. 我就说我不知道你的名字. 然后他就回答， 不知道就问别人. 因此他就是问别人教练.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw this wushu coach that looks like Bean and Bena duh bug and has the BENA hairstyle and sounds like Bena. but the other thing is that i'm sure it isnt Bean cause for one fact, Bean plays with the erhu gaohu zhonghu banhu and all the other hu s ... she never plays the shuhu or wuhu. yupyupyup. so i'm quite sure it aint bean. anyway that Bean-like coach seems quite cool. let's just say i really like her hair. i think it is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freezing... today is XUE YUAN'S BIRTHDAY. WHEE...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO XUE YUAN&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xueyuan was quite high today. i was quite bored. NAT. i want mars 8 9 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*late post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112930755427543513?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112930755427543513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112930755427543513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112930755427543513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112930755427543513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-tian.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112904312866305909</id><published>2005-10-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:05:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;exams over, there should have been joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;now that the stress's been lifted yet still somewhat down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if the papers' too hard, ask the teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"WHY NO MERCY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and she'll probably say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"YOU NO STUDY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;now then dear students, whilst the exams over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;go and study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;pick up the chem the phy and the bio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;pore over it everyday... memorise like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;is that the WAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there i go again with my silly nonsense... i wanted more lines like... pick up the pen and tys, finger cracking, hey my hand's out of shape... all the stress... .... and so on lala... but i thought this was short enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i went to the jurong library today... i would have been frozen stiff if i didnt have my windbreaker. my charming blue windbreaker has made me fall in love with it... i'm quite attached to it... whee... dont call me crazy... to me it is normal to wear a windbreaker... even if it is under the blazen hot sun. the library was quite fanciful... nice place to study somewhat... all the same though, it is a library. i was like making a fool of myself in the library. can you believe it i was there for almost 2 hours... so mad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, i was thinking today as i was at jurong. i'm in school uniform... i'm playing truant.whee. i feel like a bad student... but who cares... exams over and i wasnt playing truant... just ended school early... i wanted to go to the iceskating rink to ice skate.but then i forgot... firstly. no gloves, secondly, no money, thirdly,school u, fourthly. skirt. anyway i found out what time they were open... i feel like iceskating or bowling... but sigh expensive sports. no one wanna go bowling with me... i go myself. haha... book a lane and play 3 games... that would be so fun... i can hardly imagine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TODAY IT IS THE WORST DAY IN MY LIFE. i didnt complete my math paper. my brain needs some tightening... ahhh.... i gonna disappoint more more people... ahh.... but back to the basic Q.... do i care? let's say to a large extent i agree with the Q... i think i'll take phy and chem next year if i cant do pure.... or perhaps... well let's not squeeze out brain juice for no apparent reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just watched the taolu1 video again... i decided that i had lots of problems with my gongli and the tantui... firstly... i can hardly remember... secondly, there's no rhythmn due to the lack of memory, thirdly, no memory leads to no improvement. lastly, do i need to say anymore... ahh... and to think my exam is coming... i die le... i saw the taolu... i realise i have no speed... but why speed when no memory... haiz... chee and jinwei not taking... now kavin also. hmph... cant go up as a class... what tradegy. but nvm winnie is there and little joey too... lala... and the xiongmei. ahh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm hopeless with teaching... i cant teach my brother... i end up like making myself more confused than i already was... i can never be a teacher... i can imagine my poor students... under my hands... i feel like playing basketball... i feel like playing my piano... i feel like playing the violin. i feel like sleeping... z"z"z"z"  no sleeping wake up wake up no sleeping.... ahhh... whee... lala... i think i post enough le&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/14894631-112904312866305909?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112904312866305909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112904312866305909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112904312866305909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112904312866305909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-over-there-should-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112852614042496153</id><published>2005-10-05T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:31:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hey people who are gonna take exams:&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for all the exams...&lt;br /&gt;yupyupyup like what shu said thank God it is not O's... i think she did say something to this meaning... yupyupyup... if you are sec4 thank God it aint the A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheewan, jinwei, winnie, aunty grace, * oh no i forgot all their names...* joey, the 兄妹, spencer, 2 xiao boyboy and those i missed out... in summary to wushu people:&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for grading... whee.... oh ya and if you forgot the first part of the gongli quan i saw a video on the web where there is this boy doing part of the gongli quan some black belter... *video taolu1* i think... yupyupyup jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dewuwushu.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;dewu web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all:&lt;br /&gt;if you see me online, scold me. if i tell you i'm someone else... say dun bluff...that is from tomorrow to next tuesday. yeah man... exclude tuesday night. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh ya! i uploaded a new picture of ...hmm... a shuai person... on my friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all the messages for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love stars&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/14894631-112852614042496153?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112852614042496153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112852614042496153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112852614042496153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112852614042496153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-people-who-are-gonna-take-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112844227657944767</id><published>2005-10-04T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:11:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there are differences the two characters of me : namely jiayi and zafey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;zafey is a virtual person. one who mans this blog. tells of the life of the other character. she is a girl... cause i say so... =). and zafey is created more for namesake. yupyupyup. zafey has never stepped into the real world before... firstly, she never had a mind of her own... she is just a character... yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;on the other hand... jiayi is a real life person. she is never virtual except when in a mirror... she's a girl by birth... cause God says so... =) she was created for a purpose... jiayi has never gone into the world of pixels unlike zafey, she has a mind of her own... she is human... well... let's just put it this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;steph prefers to be called jiayi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;while jiayi creates a character called zafey... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;jiayi gives zafey her thoughts and character... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so back to square 1... zafey is not real... she is a virtual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so therefore unless imj puts a character in zafe's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;zafey is always virtual... dangling in the internet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;game over-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;whee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;おいしたる &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i fell in love with phantom's voice... the unseen thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;晚安了&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/14894631-112844227657944767?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112766099820348989</id><published>2005-09-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T08:09:58.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;in dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i saw her come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whispering words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the beautiful words of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and if she comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'll tell her that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;she's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;white angel of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'll not let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when the angel of my sleep came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;she told me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that up in heaven there above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there is a God that loves me so and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that the Father of heavenly lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He watches me and guides me thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all work and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all the steps i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He shows me how his child live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how to love and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how to give and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how to put him first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;with anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;with nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;with a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;with everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as long as he is there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and he will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;worship him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;give him praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all the glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;belongs to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the angel told me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that up in heaven there above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the Jesus Christ was the Lord of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and will be always will be and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;never will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to 149phoebe: you know who you are, so yeah man, had a great time there, have a good night now, have a grand week ahead people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to shuanald: thanks man for helping today. the SS would faint if i sang without music... i would you know...  go off key... haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;back to blogging... i like this colour... EUNICE ONG is this called lilac? today, i was studying in church. quite siao and dao and not in the right mind... i dont know what got into me... didnt have anything to do with the shout... but i think i thought too much... about other stuff... i went half berserk i would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the funniest part of my life today was that, one of the twins tried to get a drink out of a vending machine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(at the vending machine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;darren puts in the coins... coin cant go in "bang" ah it went in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"click" presses his drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"bongbongbong" three drinks came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nathaniel: wow two milos ( tries to pull out the cans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pulled out the milo,two more came down  "bongbongbong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at the end, a total of eight drinks came out... 7 milos... yeah man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i saw this wushu video. this black belter was doing gongli... his gong bu was like so low... i was like... tians... ahhh... exams coming.... after exams i'll go ice skating... dont care... even if no one go with me i go myself... whee... go there and have fun... otherwise maybe bowling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to rachel:"bang" i gotcha first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i want to learn aerial cartwheel... hmph... run and do cartwheel hahaha... and then... a big Big BIg BIG bump on the head...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112766099820348989?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112731692356068214</id><published>2005-09-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:35:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;left in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;gentl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;caressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;relie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ving me of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the gentle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;t breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112719237678331757</id><published>2005-09-19T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:06:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to min: i am zafey... zafey is a virtual girl... zafey is made by jiayi and this fact never changes... in zafey's blog you read about her life... muahaha... and min ... say lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 1 - i'm in school&lt;br /&gt;fact 2 - i'm not making any noise&lt;br /&gt;fact 3 - it is cs lessons&lt;br /&gt;fact 4 - i'm being quiet doing my own stuff&lt;br /&gt;fact 5 - i'm not breaking the school rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i got myself a ringed notebook... green in colour... i'm gonna draw rubbish in it... draw some manga? more of some scribbles... yupyupup.... anyway it has green pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again it is a slack day today. first thing in the morning brillant news... the cancellation of mass run due to some things the vp wanted to discuss.. second thing creative arts lesson is quite okay... somewhat fun... third thing... history is okay... fourth thing literature was interesting as usual. so today is a almost like a humanities day... i dont think i'll ever get such a day in the next two years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my purple book... i'm wanna go ice skating ... but exams coming... i dont care after exams i go and skate... go JEC maybe with catherine and sookling... and maybe max... i'll decide unless his exam not over yet... i shall practise in the meanwhile on roller blades... if no one go with me, i go myself... lalaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(published on later date)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112714724905246112</id><published>2005-09-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:10:32.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gosh. test. test.test.test. and more more test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;such a tradegy it was... i tried to find green tea mooncakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh well just too bad... gotta wait till next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today was like mad... anyway. i realise i'm getting too high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i realise the reason i never got into NUS high was because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i never ever handed or sent the application form... i never did the form too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what joy man... but anyway it's over... i'm still somewhat satisfied in crescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm totally out of my mind... i cant think properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;too visual. chee and i were like sign language...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm getting somewhat stressed... somewhat means mildly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyway... too bloated with thoughts that i shall typeth not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;that day i got too mad... over nothing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so i started staring... i think i scared joanne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;cause she was like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway i stared at her too hard and ungazingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;without a slightest smile on my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she probably thought i was crazy... but doesnt really matters to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;today i found a friend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;we discussed mostly on nothing else but Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;she shot me with this Question i was quite surprised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"why did you accept Christ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;at this point of time, i felt caught all of a sudden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;this recently baptised christian just jerked me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;to the right path. back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"why did i accept Christ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i have thought thru thoroughly, i accepted Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- i believe that he is my God and Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- He is the one who is my Creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- He is the one who died for my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- unlike any other idols, he lay down his life for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- he took me through the toughest time of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- he has a plan for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- this is the GOD that deserves all glory and praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;many people asked me and questioned me about my belief but never as strong as this one. i always wonder , firstly dont ppl love evidence... secondly, why is it that christianity has so many evidence that Christ came to earth. the red sea... it did par... if you say that there is some parts shallow so the israelites could cross then the egyptians drowned in shallow water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;for wushu today, i forgot everything... gosh. tians ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i just did some rubbish stuff on friendster... anyway i end up with a picture of me looking real dumb and stupid... sanity and age... once again collides... Jeanie, a snr i never met, had this weird bulletin post about jealous test... i did the test... i'm like 3++ % i was like... no need no want no have and dont intend to have a bf... so yup 3+ percent... haha... i'm like who cares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i did this real test that gave me a shock... told me i was 13 percent feminine... if you understand that ... yeah... it is like... tians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Every good and perfect gift is from above , coming down from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Father of the heavenly lights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;who does not change like shifting shadows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;- James 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;take thy coal cleanse my lips here i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;gd night world&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/14894631-112714724905246112?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112714724905246112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112714724905246112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112714724905246112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112714724905246112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112705614197731154</id><published>2005-09-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:13:16.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A G E G C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we were the darkness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C C D C E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;who have found the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;G F E F C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;shining in the presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;C C D C D C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;of our Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A A B C B A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hear our prayer O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E A G G E G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And teach us how to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E D C E G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;live as the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C C B C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;children of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a song that hit me all of a sudden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Line 5 and Line 6 seem to out of place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i will try to think of something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the things above the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it aint chords... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they are notes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the lyrics hit me when i was listening to John preach today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ephesians 5:1 - 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;there was this song that Gerald sang for worship today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;i thought it was quite meaningful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take me in past the outer courts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and through the Holy Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Past the brazen altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lord I want to see Your Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Take me by the crowds of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the priests who sing their praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hunger and thirst for Your Righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but it's only found one place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me in, to the Holy of Holies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Take me in, by the Blood of the Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Take me in , to the Holy of Holies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Take the coal, cleanse my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this guy's blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;some guy in calfornia called travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway... the point is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i understand why it is take the coal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and not the word or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;coal was used to make papyrus script, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;which is what the scripture is written... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;so it is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"take the word, cleanse my lips... here i am“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i thought Travis's blog is nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i decided to link him... anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;worth going to ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;understand how christians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on the other side of the world are like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How God's glory was show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God's unveiling glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"for you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-ephesians 5:8&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/14894631-112705614197731154?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112705614197731154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112705614197731154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112705614197731154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112705614197731154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/g-e-g-cwe-were-darkness-c-c-d-c-e-who.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112662194873362474</id><published>2005-09-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:32:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no matter how broken it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it is still mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now that it is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it is unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my violin is "broken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;let's say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my sanity with the string family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is getting lower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then the guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing bad about violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the strings can really cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i think i love music more than my fingers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anyway they are in perfectly good condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;condition not structure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;today was another slack day too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was like music lesson, history and lit and computer class... played with maya software so fun... lalala i was doing stupid rubbish with the software... the tr was like discussing some... ahhem topic ... the stupidest thing i did was when i tried to go ahead myself, i realise the tutorial movie was in jap i didnt understand a single word... or at least a lan i could comprehen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to sook ling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hello shuling jie... jiayou and do your homework... lalalalalala.....God bless ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;good nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;こいしたる&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/14894631-112662194873362474?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112662194873362474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112662194873362474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112662194873362474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112662194873362474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-matter-how-broken-it-is-it-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112654108145146468</id><published>2005-09-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:04:41.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;不要问天有多高，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;而问天上的小鸟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;谁照顾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;不要问海有多深，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;而问海里的小鱼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;谁看着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;天有多高，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;海有多深&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;天父都知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;天上的小鸟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;飞啊飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;海里的小鱼，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;游啊游&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;它们的一举一动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;天父都看住&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;又过了一天... 开学了... 我真的不想上学... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;但不想上， 还得上...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;友薇-i jie，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;我读了你的 blog 了. 我也一样很想不回头地逃避... 跟风一样， 没有目的地飞... 嗨！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;跟你说， 我刚学会怎样 '弹' 六弦琴... 我只会，C Am Em 和 G... 其他的我不知道&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stacy+jinwei+spiderwoman+cheewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hello you guys didnt turn up today... tied down with work? lala anyway... today's wushu was fun and it rained a bit. i wish i could play in the rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;today was very lax... no tough stuff... science PE break chinese history english... about it... yupyupyup got home early... anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i gtg bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112654108145146468?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112654108145146468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112654108145146468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112654108145146468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112654108145146468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112645043846563105</id><published>2005-09-11T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:59:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;saw Gab' that day. been a long time since we last met. haha anyway... we did the weirdest thing P6s would do. i played football with the guys once... on his team and i didnt know who was in the team... so lame right... any way use to check ans for maths... the best part was that the teachers cant say anything cause we got them all right...haha .... anyway... primary school days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;today Tim made a great powerpoint presentation... yupyupyup... ephesians 4 :17 to 32. lala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to tim: i admit, i still cant memorise the all the books... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;call upon the name of the Lord and be saved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i deleted my msn messenger and i am so happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to johana: i'm half envious... aint fair you learnt everything i havent learn... my school is real slow... hmph... * give you no pringles( more of they ate them up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to fioni: lala peng you, you ate some of the pringles.. lala... oh ya... does vanessa know that joanna is not vanessa? anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to dot: hey dot when ya gonna come back? have fun... the trip in dec... remember to ask your dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to all: call upon the name of the Lord and be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how great is our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sing with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how great is our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the world will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how great is our God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;good night world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112645043846563105?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112645043846563105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112645043846563105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112645043846563105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112645043846563105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha_11.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112599500696433785</id><published>2005-09-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:49:40.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studying in school&lt;br /&gt;is like so cool and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so bored in the three hours i was in school i started writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me to fly&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;i want to see her&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost one year&lt;br /&gt;since she left that early morn'ing&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind nothing but&lt;br /&gt;the many memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what could i say&lt;br /&gt;what could i tell&lt;br /&gt;all i did was cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so teach me to fly&lt;br /&gt;heaven i shall go&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask the Lord&lt;br /&gt;where's her door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll knock&lt;br /&gt;and find her right inside&lt;br /&gt;if you taught me how to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a look&lt;br /&gt;just a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;at any cost&lt;br /&gt;i'll see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.... cheewan-jie ask you... you want wan jie or chee jie or wanni jie or chewy jie&lt;br /&gt;take your pick tell me okay... any i realised i'm blogging like mad... this is crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a holiday man... yesterday today tomorrow the day after and the following day&lt;br /&gt;... all have somewhere to go... after exam i shall go and 溜冰. maybe go by myself... haha... then can go there and fall. lala... i've discovered i've been skating the wrong way...there are three rules to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you are on top of your skates&lt;br /&gt;2. you feet parallel&lt;br /&gt;3. dont lean forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always break one or all the rules... i heard this coach telling his student...haha... lala... what a dumb way to learn but still i heard it... lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112599500696433785?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112599500696433785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112599500696433785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112599500696433785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112599500696433785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/studying-in-school-is-like-so-cool-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112585419651787995</id><published>2005-09-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T10:16:36.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was like siao... we do things the way we want to.  first it was clogging up the slide in the children playground and secretly wishing to tell the parents. hey mum, we are stuck come up and get us. i thought that would be fun though. but well... oh ya. to paul: nice game of chess man... you are a good player. it was quite fun playing with you... twice you didnt realise i moved. i must have been real slow. i laughed cause you were like eating and eating...&lt;br /&gt;wangjian: weird games we had... chinese chess setup, with international chess board. wow man... how did we do that?  2 games in about 20 mins... speed right... lala... i was suppose to lose cause i dont plan... i'm not an organiser... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperately in need of a pianist companion... unfortunately i find none... the CDs shall be it then... phantom of the opera... phantom of the opera... phantom of the opera.... lala... xiuhui... you should never had ask me to play that song on the piano that day... a fateful day... bo go ship da... really bo go ship da.... i wish she never left... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charissa and lien:  one little two little three little indians... four little five little six little indians seven little eight little nine little indians ten little indian boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiqi: hey tell esther that she gave me the wrong no. lala... and huiqi wanna come to YE？ tell ya sth... i wanna see you on the 23rd of dec and 25th lala... dont let me cry okay... if you come you can see my phone again... lala... if i still have fireworks in my phone i will show you... lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lichun:hey  pengyou... where's aaron ? i shall be nice and not use your nickname... i shall remember it is not 8 but 3 ... lala... no wonder sms you always no reply cause you never received before... jiayou in your exams... lala... jiayou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: help me... ahahaha... really help... cannot stand it...  help dotty... cing ya next week? lala... great man... nice to see ya got loads to telll ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xueyuan: i will try my best to make small little ones for you... i'll use green color... :D lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan: we looked too wrong today... haha but it's okay... lala... i wanna hear huijuan play again... juan plays well... lala:D... i love your sightreading... i think it is so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach: lala... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengyou wan an ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112585419651787995?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112585419651787995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112585419651787995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112585419651787995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112585419651787995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday-was-like-siao.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112556743522852737</id><published>2005-09-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:35:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;我要溜冰， 好想溜冰。 我觉得溜冰能让我放松。即使跌倒，也没关系。嗨！还要等考试过后才能去。跟淑英约好了... 哈哈. 一起去跌倒. 跌倒要爬起来. 继续溜... 脚上的疤痕再多一个也没关系。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm gonna change the layout again... so fun... hols coming... 好开心！！ eunice友 记得哦! 我们有一个约定. haha... anyway... shuying thanks for training with me... JASMINE... IN　ＴＨＥ FUTURE WE　ＷＩＬＬ　ＲＥＭＥＭＢＥＲ　ＴＯ CALL YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as a team we shall fight. our game our life. muahaha... lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shall we run? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shall we hit hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;that little flying feathered thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;till it has only 5 feathers left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;说我幼稚也好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;说我什么都好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;我还是要吃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;我的棒棒糖！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; i love to do recording... i love this mp3... i recorded yesterday. today. and will record tmr. so happy. lala... next time, we shall sing then i shall record and take photographs. shirley, you've influenced me... i was bored in the hall that day and started drawing my own hand on a book. now i love photography and love to take photos for ppl. :D lala... i'll think of getting my own camera... lala...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112556743522852737?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112556743522852737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112556743522852737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112556743522852737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112556743522852737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zafey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112532717470947595</id><published>2005-08-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:52:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yupyupyup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hate decisions.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;they give me headaches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;let the Lord led the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i had a headache in class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;in trng also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i must be crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;really must be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tell me if i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i really wont mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was real siao today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i've got something to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i will be upsetting more people again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;not on purpose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i break their hopes they place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it just always happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dont ask why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;they will be the second, third and the fourth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the first was mrs wong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i feel like an evil person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;breaking people's hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;one after another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what tragedy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyway... for literature... it is shakespeare and more more shakespeare... dont say die... cannot die... ahh...  and i made a fool of myself on the skating rink yesterday. i skate and fall... and repeated the process... what fun... anyway... i was hopelessly trying to push darell and darren and jonathan... it was so funny. i could perspire in the skating rink and eat icecream after that too. gosh... i feel so high... too many endorphins. lala...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yippeeee!!!&gt;..&lt;&gt;..&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;bye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112532717470947595?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894631.post-112524602795596865</id><published>2005-08-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:25:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of Elijah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Declairing the Word of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And these are the days of YourServant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Moses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Righteousness being restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And though these are days of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Great trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Of famine and darkness and sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Still we are the voice in the desert crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Prepare ye the way of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Behold He comes riding on the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Shining like the sun at the trumpet call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lift your voice it's the Year of Jubilee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Out of Zion's hill salvation comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;These are the days of Ezekiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;The dry bones becoming as flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And these are the days ofYour servant David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Rebuilding a temple of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And these are the days of the harvest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;The fields are as white in Your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;And we are the laborers in Your vineyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Declaring the Word of the the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;There's no god like Jehova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Out of Zion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;今天我溜了冰， 好开心。 虽然跌了几次，但是越跌越开心。 真奇怪！ 人是怎么想的。 嗨！ 反正我好开心就对了。明天我不知该怎么去打球，脚弄伤了一点儿。 不多说了。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;再见！&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/14894631-112524602795596865?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112524602795596865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894631&amp;postID=112524602795596865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894631/posts/default/112524602795596865'/><link rel='self' 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saying... i never want to smile so often... or must i say... teacher of thy language... take back what you have imparted into me... i have misused the power of smiling... but let the gift of joy remain... the stillness of the mind... what joy it brings... contradicting myself i must say... i want to smile yet not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go back to my primary school... i want to see how the school looks like... i'm curious... just as anyone would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no chinese oral today... me and my blurness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894631-112489139707807102?l=justzafey--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justzafey--.blogspot.com/feeds/112489139707807102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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