<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:04:27.586+08:00</updated><category term='Rainbow'/><category term='Sunny'/><category term='Sunglasses'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Thunder'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Drizzle'/><category term='jap holidays'/><category term='Cloudy'/><category term='history'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>SMILE ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-6673548285852067342</id><published>2008-08-05T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:05:09.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Switchfoot Fever~!</title><content type='html'>wakakka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHTU2i8RhH8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHTU2i8RhH8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down with the LA curbside endings&lt;br /&gt;With the ones and zeros.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown was the perfect place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;The first star that I saw last night was a headlight&lt;br /&gt;Of a man-made sky, but man- made never made our dreams collide,&lt;br /&gt;Collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;We're awakening&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;We're awakening&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's called ambition, you've been talking in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;About a dream, we're awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,&lt;br /&gt;With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight&lt;br /&gt;These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And in all my life I don't know if I've ever felt so alive,&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want a heart that I know is beating,&lt;br /&gt;It's beating,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want to live like I know what I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;I want a heart that I know is beating,&lt;br /&gt;It's beating... it's beating...&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding&lt;div 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Fever~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-969568786259792178</id><published>2008-08-05T09:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:46:20.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2!</title><content type='html'>the story continues....&lt;br /&gt;(adviced to read "oh pn geetha" that was post few days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I went to meet Miss lai( our former english teacher)  I asked her for advices,&lt;br /&gt;like am I in big trouble,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I did thought of saying sry,&lt;br /&gt;my friends were so totally against this idea,&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm just saying it to get myself clean,&lt;br /&gt;they think the teacher is not worth saying sry&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I did say sry to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many teacher who came in class start complaining about the class 2C,&lt;br /&gt;serious? yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sej teacher came in,&lt;br /&gt;she is also the prefect's teacher thingy thing&lt;br /&gt;at the end of class, she asked what happen with the eng teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she knows the stories, at least she listens to my story&lt;br /&gt;still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was meeting for prefects&lt;br /&gt;which I didn't know it exist after recess&lt;br /&gt;I missed it,&lt;br /&gt;more or less, the same topics&lt;br /&gt;but added on with my case.&lt;br /&gt;if I'm not mistaken, the head prefects teacher for afternoon session said something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know if it's  a student or  a prefect but he or she didn't do the hwk and went to complain to the afternoon supervisor, I will be very dissapointed if it was a prefect, etc etc.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me complaining???&lt;br /&gt;I was asking advice~!!&lt;br /&gt;and they twist the story sounds like I'm the wanted criminal of the day~???&lt;br /&gt;huh? huh? huhH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfg avdtsfhuvb hjdtwhyhynyn nu;tt nr6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not really nice to accuse pll without their point of view or proof and they just make conclusison,&lt;br /&gt;that's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE is a  Bad Girl who is a prefect which drove out the teacher, plus didn't do hwk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the matter worst,&lt;br /&gt;the teacher asked the wrong ppl about the stroy&lt;br /&gt;the sottongs to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;they told her&lt;br /&gt;" jasmine very naughty didn't do hwk and later say to the tacher you suck~"&lt;br /&gt;it's not half close to true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I didn't do my homework,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do that on purpose~!&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't hear saying we have to do it,&lt;br /&gt;anything else they want to accuse,&lt;br /&gt;why not meeting me first??&lt;br /&gt;I have my rights to  say~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;like my mouth is banned to talk???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too much for them to make cnclusion like this&lt;br /&gt;and plus I'm not the persoon who likes to lie&lt;br /&gt;why can't they trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust....&lt;br /&gt;jo and abel and some other ppl are on my side&lt;br /&gt;except the fact till the point of apologizing to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I did say sry to the teacher&lt;br /&gt;and she was quite emotioin less&lt;br /&gt;justa  nodd and contimue what she was doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;ppl can be so confusing,&lt;br /&gt;and one point it was this and the next thing you get outdated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not dislike her till the extreme point&lt;br /&gt;just I didn't like her being too rude&lt;br /&gt;and well irelevent to the situation&lt;br /&gt;plus spreading the wrong story to many other ppl,&lt;br /&gt;esp to teachers,&lt;br /&gt;causing my class mates to blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2C class very bad,&lt;br /&gt;2 E or F also can be better than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiar guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the moral value we (sort of) leant in moral class?&lt;br /&gt;be clear on what is the situation then only take action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me started how useless our moral class can be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my part,&lt;br /&gt;ther rest I'll leave it to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;its all yours God.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I could, and what I can't, please take over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2454769187500603830</id><published>2008-08-03T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:11:27.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi cooking dinner?</title><content type='html'>that's so wrong~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she claims that she is the chef~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vege (washing it only)&lt;br /&gt;- another vege (she just stir the pan)&lt;br /&gt;- fry chicken ( dropping it into the pan)&lt;br /&gt;- salad( wash only)&lt;br /&gt;- miso pork (she didn't know it existed in her menu)&lt;br /&gt;- steamed egg ( she coulnd't mentionoi what she did with it)&lt;br /&gt;- banana furuto ( she gave the orders only)&lt;br /&gt;- rice ( she had to mention it, that's only thing that she did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the REST of the work was done by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she declared so loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I made dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2454769187500603830?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2454769187500603830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2454769187500603830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2454769187500603830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2454769187500603830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/08/mimi-cooking-dinner.html' title='Mimi cooking dinner?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-9151070350650010613</id><published>2008-08-02T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:33:26.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh pn geetha~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;get on your seats and enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;action~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reference)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j - me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g- pn geetha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jasmine's thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*actions*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SCENE 1, TAKE 1, ACTION~!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Thursday, 3:25, Class 2c)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J : excuse me teacher, can the prefects go out now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G: *stare* what time are they suppose to go out? 25? *look around* prefects will go out at 30~!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5mnts ?? is she serious? I mean yea, we are half way on our mango essay, she is going 1 sentence by 1  slowly, so I shouldn't miss much, why does she  have to drag us like 5 mnts, it won't make much difference~~ we are still like half way the first paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( 3 :30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G : prefects, you may go now *pathetic look*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prefects: *quickly go out of class*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think I'll miss much for 5 mnts : ) finally out of class ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scene 2, Take 1, ACTION~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Friday, last 2 period of class, class 2C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G: *came in late* take out your paper which I told you to do&lt;br /&gt;J : oh no~~~ I didn't do~!! jo, since when did she tell us to do this??&lt;br /&gt;Jo: I don't either, but I did it  by accident&lt;br /&gt;J: *stare* lucky you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: you, where is your paper?&lt;br /&gt;J: er.. I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;G: you didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;J : no, I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;G: why got babies at home that's why * victory look*&lt;br /&gt;J: * offended* NO, I don't have babies at home&lt;br /&gt;G: *shot back* stand up~!!&lt;br /&gt;J: *stands up*&lt;br /&gt;G: class~! this is an example of prefects who don't do homework. clap for her&lt;br /&gt;*whole class quiet*&lt;br /&gt;G: CLAP~! you don't' understand clap~! I asked you to clap~!!&lt;br /&gt;*still quiet*&lt;br /&gt;G:" if you don't clap I'll make the whole class stand.&lt;br /&gt;*class clapping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pathetic teacher, what makes her think this will make her feel in power??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J: * giggle*&lt;br /&gt;G:  laughing some more??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;look around* you two~!* looking at the malay girls* why didn't you clap?? clap now~!!&lt;br /&gt;*malayy girls keep still*&lt;br /&gt;G: *losing patience* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CLAP~!!&lt;br /&gt;*clapping*&lt;br /&gt;G:*don't know what too do, she knows it's useless doing this* * slam book at table* why can't youask your friends what to do?? huh?? how many times have I have to tell you all~!! * walk to table to pack and go* I'm never teaching this class again~!! *comes back*  boy, get me the book *get's the book and storm off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* class waits for 10 seconds for safety*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooow~!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeay~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jump for joy~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes~!!&lt;br /&gt;wakakak~!!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CUT~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-9151070350650010613?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/9151070350650010613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=9151070350650010613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/9151070350650010613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/9151070350650010613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-pn-geetha.html' title='oh pn geetha~'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-4710231305718193614</id><published>2008-07-30T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:34:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradisioinal dance????</title><content type='html'>got me thinking for a while whether I should join for the 8 8 08 day perasmian thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;just trying&lt;br /&gt;we are doing some chinese fan dance which I have no idea how to do it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wavin the fan left to right then left again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that day,&lt;br /&gt;not only will there be chinese dance,&lt;br /&gt;there will be malay and indian dances too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;so I don't feel that left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kah mun joined too~!!&lt;br /&gt;weee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our star dancer jue wern too~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakaka'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLPy1TqQ6Vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLPy1TqQ6Vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the similiar version of the song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-4710231305718193614?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2680892326996838921</id><published>2008-07-28T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:40:18.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Die?</title><content type='html'>ain't that different for a sermon title?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastor was like " turn to the person next to you and say ' go die'" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karl was kinda "high" and said out loud GO DIE~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but pastor more or less meant that we should leave whatever we have and go for christ~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the sermon, pastor said again " turn the person next to you and say Go die in the right content"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go Die~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2680892326996838921?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2680892326996838921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2680892326996838921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2680892326996838921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2680892326996838921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-die.html' title='Go Die?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-3505424683545486462</id><published>2008-07-24T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:57:20.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Pelantikan Review</title><content type='html'>that was on monday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally my worries are over for the dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind'da miss it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'm going to have a heart attack watching it~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too nervous for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they did good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to nikki for the help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at rehearsal I wasn't in cause of bball tournament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the teacher didn't like some of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so had to change it all over~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just in 3 days she expect it to be perfect??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end we did it~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weee~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high 5 guys~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind'da feel great that the juniors are now official prefects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like finally~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but some how something got me puzzled again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall it was ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just had to keep still and think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness I'm not making sense again~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-3505424683545486462?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2831840059122391349</id><published>2008-07-23T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:17:22.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drizzle'/><title type='text'>4 weeks in a row~!!</title><content type='html'>that's sad news...&lt;div&gt;missing CAs  cause of replacement classes for the holidays~!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's not good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do we need to get those small holidays and make them big???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't make us just lazier??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahHHHHHHH~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sick of these replacement class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hadn't they thought of those ppl have some  things to do on saturday??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to miss youth for another week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2831840059122391349?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2831840059122391349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2831840059122391349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2831840059122391349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a normal human being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 make the human to get lack of sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 give it less vege to munch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 less water for it to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 wait a few days (depending how strong is the human's immune system)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get an ulcer or more then that ouch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for the fun part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put a mountain of salt on the ulcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the human will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jumping up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pressing the lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for a little "smarter" humans) lick the salt away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to clean up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again the salt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for 5 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will get numb in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rinse with water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soak with trusted mouth wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and drink lots of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat more vege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was painful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE my LIPS~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-4090369384174472564?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/4090369384174472564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=4090369384174472564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4090369384174472564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4090369384174472564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/ulcer-salt-big-pain.html' title='ULCER + SALT = BIG PAIN'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-6960402187721924042</id><published>2008-07-22T09:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:11:07.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigticketfestival.com/uploads/artistfiles/Artist_Toby_Mac_5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline ! important;"&gt;Here is a tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and a first one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you've finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you will be on your next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hq.nasa.gov/office/pao/Insignias/apo15.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A place you'd like to travel to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIVMoiLTfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/VcC3y2S9RVk/s1600-h/dim-sum-5-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIVMoiLTfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/VcC3y2S9RVk/s200/dim-sum-5-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667201886027218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oldvicarageresidentialhome.co.uk/images/large/vicarage-tresidential-home-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.oldvicarageresidentialhome.co.uk/images/large/vicarage-tresidential-home-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIVModpBwxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/84SsQfJqW1o/s1600-h/ice+cream+cone+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIVModpBwxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/84SsQfJqW1o/s200/ice+cream+cone+cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667200668517138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img277.imageshack.us/img277/136/cutedog7dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img277.imageshack.us/img277/136/cutedog7dl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eaas.co.uk/images/atmospheric_optics/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.eaas.co.uk/images/atmospheric_optics/rainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.problogger.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/problogger-t-shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.problogger.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/problogger-t-shirts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your all-time favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.christianmusic.com/tobymac/tobymac-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christianmusic.com/tobymac/tobymac-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.christianmusic.com/tobymac/tobymac-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigticketfestival.com/uploads/artistfiles/Artist_Toby_Mac_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bigticketfestival.com/uploads/artistfiles/Artist_Toby_Mac_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favourite TV show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stargazette.com/blogs/genx/scanandplan/uploaded_images/noTV-797953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.stargazette.com/blogs/genx/scanandplan/uploaded_images/noTV-797953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad case*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.arstechnica.com/staff/fatbits.media/top-secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.arstechnica.com/staff/fatbits.media/top-secret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The town in which you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apccvir2008.org/TravelNTours/golf_files/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.apccvir2008.org/TravelNTours/golf_files/image005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your screen name/nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your first job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desktopexchange.com/gallery/albums/Christmas-wallpaper/jobless_reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.desktopexchange.com/gallery/albums/Christmas-wallpaper/jobless_reindeer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your dream job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sciam.com/media/inline/95A4F5A7-A290-DD27-42967A4B64D43FE9_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sciam.com/media/inline/95A4F5A7-A290-DD27-42967A4B64D43FE9_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A bad habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uberreview.com/wp-content/uploads/rubics-cube-for-the-lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.uberreview.com/wp-content/uploads/rubics-cube-for-the-lazy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your worst fear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lonelycomics.com/lonelyleague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lonelycomics.com/lonelyleague.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The one thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freeminds.org/doctrine/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.freeminds.org/doctrine/heaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eugene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;khomathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-6960402187721924042?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/6960402187721924042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=6960402187721924042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/6960402187721924042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/6960402187721924042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIVMoiLTfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/VcC3y2S9RVk/s72-c/dim-sum-5-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2038933464415962013</id><published>2008-07-19T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:11:07.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>start of a new hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIHOR-YMxlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hV6ZURHlOmw/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIHOR-YMxlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hV6ZURHlOmw/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224683850924082770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new hair cut~!&lt;div&gt;wee~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't look any different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked mom if I could cut it short,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(what are you talking about jasmine?? obviously cutting it makes it short * shake head*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean above shoulder length&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom was like nah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since I have long hair I should use it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in make use of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I go to trim it neater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my messy hair too~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I finally unlock the  case of how to upload the pic~!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2038933464415962013?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2038933464415962013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2038933464415962013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2038933464415962013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>end of scouts 2008</title><content type='html'>the last&lt;div&gt;is that good or bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I can get more sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(have you seen my panda eyes, I look like some dancing panda while in ballet~~clumsy and blur + sleepy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I might not be able to meet my seniors which I love to hang out with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gladwin made the last meeting special,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did some cooking~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the patrol enggang menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 roti lilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  only 1~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 roti (lilin) tuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  without a stick but stuff with tuna (like some worm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 fishy fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   really fishy about it, kinda raw, with curry powder on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   topping of tuna and cubes of potato, little hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 plate of curry powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  (don't look at me like that) it was the left overs, no choice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our all time favourite ( chef recommend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 plate of pathetic cut potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   diversity of potato~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy the meal~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-4937824778886431193?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/4937824778886431193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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get it, I may not be abel to play that so "pro"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so stop being sarcastic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coach got over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate her being here to lead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she just dropped me like some dust on her shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she let us play for the sake of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more like her game toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's not really nice of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather not play in this game then~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind'da hard to  explain that kind of feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again she let me go for the last 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's like so mean~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so a victory that doesn't feel like one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap that's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-8050560084262517711?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/8050560084262517711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=8050560084262517711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>I'm back to bball~!</title><content type='html'>we had the tournament,&lt;div&gt;amzingly my mom let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not until the freaking coach turned up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se wasn't even suppose to "rule over" us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment she came in to our game she called me out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is wrong with her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just having game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just because I don't come for practice (which I told them I can hardly attend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't mean I don't get to play~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she lets' me play only on the last 30 seconds which is partly nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first game I played, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least was able to play for the first quarter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun playing anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good job guys~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2069000004629791989?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2069000004629791989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2069000004629791989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2069000004629791989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2069000004629791989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-to-bball.html' title='I&apos;m back to bball~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2191142668203565741</id><published>2008-07-16T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:53:23.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunder'/><title type='text'>TTT...</title><content type='html'>The Two Teachers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two new ones on the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were very mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like the first day and there are all so moody and grouchy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile a bit lah~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so grumpy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I thought it was jo's beloved teacher when it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh... that's jo's fav teacher.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe she likes strict teachers after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her is that her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg that couldn't be,  if it was her she will crack a  joke before she start class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't make sense again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other teacher seems like she has  a short tongue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it's hard to catch up what she is talk  about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will be stuck with us till school ends this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh~~aHH!aH!aHH!aH!aH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*runs away but goes no where*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2191142668203565741?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2191142668203565741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2191142668203565741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2191142668203565741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2191142668203565741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/ttt.html' title='TTT...'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2586476206080146253</id><published>2008-07-16T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:00:51.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>I love my lips~!</title><content type='html'>my dear lips, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sorry, my hand weren't there to catch the ball while playing bball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it kind'da bleed... (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2586476206080146253?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2586476206080146253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2586476206080146253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2586476206080146253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2586476206080146253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-lips.html' title='I love my lips~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-8758889003246645323</id><published>2008-07-13T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:01:35.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>it's for the better, I think</title><content type='html'>ouch,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basketball training on friday evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 20 rounds before warm up, it felt good after running, but it ache until now... the captain wanted to do some basic stuff, so it wasn't a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballet at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- tried to turnout, and I did too~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday  morning dance practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sry tim I didn't tell you that my legs hurt other than my head aches, but i enjoyed the dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same day soccer and bball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- jo had his "sports party" where his football freak friends would come and play soccer with him, to make the numbers even, I joined them, for a while was fine, but I was quite useless in the game... haha but it was fun, later on did some bball, nth much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRAMP~! both legs, on the shin, and the inner and outer thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking - 30% slower than usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down the stairs- feel old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up the stairs - run as fast so I'll barely feel anything, but too bad I feel ever pain of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried stretching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it hurt ever so much.. *ouch...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stretch whereever I was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was on the pews and church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I waited at the cashier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can play better and dance well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what brian said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lesson for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- always, always stretch before doing sports, or ballet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and I mean real stretching~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dance can cramp my legs(and feet) too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- can sleep faster after sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzzzZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-8758889003246645323?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/8758889003246645323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=8758889003246645323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/8758889003246645323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/8758889003246645323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-for-better-i-think.html' title='it&apos;s for the better, I think'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-5986420461253257529</id><published>2008-07-09T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:34:14.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Bad word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Bad Word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From "Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger" by Louis Sachar, Page 31-34 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, a white limousine drove up to Wayside School.&lt;br /&gt;Just like always.&lt;br /&gt;The Chauffeur got out of the car, then opened the passenger door.&lt;br /&gt;Just like always&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Kidwatter stepped out of the car. "Thank you, James," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"My namr is David," said the chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;Just like always.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kidswatter entered the school buildinig.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Mr kidswatter," said Mrs.Day the school secretary. She handed a cup of hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Just like always.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Miss Night, " said Mr. kidswtter.&lt;br /&gt;He walked into his office.&lt;br /&gt;Except his office door was closed.&lt;br /&gt;He smashed into it, spilling coffee all over his green suit.&lt;br /&gt;"Who closed my door?" he demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you open it?" asked Mrs. Day.&lt;br /&gt;"It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; open in the morning," said Mr. Kidswatter. "How was I suppose to know it was closed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up on the thirtieth story, Mrs. Jewls took roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Todd was absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Oh dear, I hope Todd is all right," said Mrs. Jewls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Todd is never alright!" said Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  She and Maurecia laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Demeon looked at Mrs. Jewls. Ever since he returned to Wayside School, he thought there was something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different &lt;/span&gt;about her, but he still couldn't figure out what is was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mr. Kidswatter's voice came over the P.A. system. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good Morning, boys and girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  There was the usual pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Today I want to talk about doors," &lt;/span&gt;said Mr. Kidswatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "This should be interesting," said Mrs. Jewls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Do you know how many doors there are in this school building?" &lt;/span&gt;asked Mr. Kidswatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mrs. Jewls shook hehr head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well, there are a lot! Over thirty! And some of you probably have doors at home too. Maybe more than one. All those doors. Think about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Well., Mr. Kidswatter has certainly given us something to think about this morning," said Mrs. Jewls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So remember,"&lt;/span&gt; said Mr. Kidswatter. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And please  be careful! Always Check to see if a door is open before going through it. And if it's not open, open it. If you can't open it yourself, ask someone to open it for you. This may not make a lot of sense to you now, but someday you'll thank me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mrs. Jewls looked around the class." That's good advice," she said. " I think most of you already knew it, but at least it's nice to know he have a principle who cares."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hate doors!" &lt;/span&gt;said Mr Kidswatter. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's a dumb word. Door. Door. Door. Who made up that word, anyway?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Jewls waited a little longer, but Mr. Kidswatter seemed to be finished. " Some people just don't like doors," she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have a new rule!" &lt;/span&gt;declared Mr. Kidswatter. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You may no longer say the word. You know what word I mean - but don't say it! Instead, I have made up a new word for you: 'Goo-zack.' Open the goozack. Shut the goozack. Lock the goozack. Don't you think that's a better word? I do. From now on, that other word is a bad word. I have made my decision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everine turned  around and looked at the goozack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Suddenly it opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Todd entered, " I'm sorry I'm late," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "That's okay," said Mrs Jewls. "I"m just glad you're not sick or hurt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "My dad locked his keys in the car," Todd explained. " We had to use a coat hanger to unlock the door."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Everyone gasped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mrs. Jewls made Todd write his name on the blackboard under the word DISCIPLINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's like so cute. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are house rules,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the recent banned word is " Loser"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom got so sick of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo kept saying the word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mom said " if I ever hear that word again, I'll have to action"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first it was hard to not say it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5986420461253257529?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/5986420461253257529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=5986420461253257529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5986420461253257529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5986420461253257529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-word.html' title='The Bad word'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2249329130561312905</id><published>2008-07-09T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:00:18.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Me and my left hand</title><content type='html'>I so treasure my left hand now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe getting few cuts here and there teaches me how grateful I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the palm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time i cut it and there was a mosquito bite there? I kept scratching at thought it was pain? yep that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pulse ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing dad's car, "terkena" the number plate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the middle finger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just accidentally slip my finger in between the ropes and someone pulled it really hard, so it end up bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the index finger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitar strings kinda poke through it, it was blue around the wound... I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pinky(?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scrapping of the potato almost got my nail pulled out.. ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those painful moment (don't give my that face, it was painful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really thought my how important the left hand could be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you too the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2249329130561312905?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2249329130561312905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2249329130561312905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SpAnIsH</title><content type='html'>hola~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle Angel and Aunty GLoria came over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came at 6 to cook dinner for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went more or less like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs0xlhuoI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lc8J7eUT5Ws/s1600-h/DSCN3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs0xlhuoI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lc8J7eUT5Ws/s1600-h/DSCN3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs0xlhuoI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lc8J7eUT5Ws/s1600-h/DSCN3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs0xlhuoI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lc8J7eUT5Ws/s200/DSCN3071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224928540367108738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onion Soup (taste like potato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs1EgGH6I/AAAAAAAAABM/cJ2mu_gvhFk/s200/DSCN3070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224928545444601762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SaLad (lot's in side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs1hEzHHI/AAAAAAAAABU/0OJTkj2pcW0/s1600-h/DSCN3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs1hEzHHI/AAAAAAAAABU/0OJTkj2pcW0/s200/DSCN3079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224928553114737778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asparagus (with shrimp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs15LaiTI/AAAAAAAAABc/f8O264dk90A/s1600-h/DSCN3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs15LaiTI/AAAAAAAAABc/f8O264dk90A/s200/DSCN3076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224928559584938290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs2bpM5dI/AAAAAAAAABk/bdIO0V2EMcw/s1600-h/DSCN3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs2bpM5dI/AAAAAAAAABk/bdIO0V2EMcw/s200/DSCN3083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224928568836679122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spaghetti (olive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2876781655243793168?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2876781655243793168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2876781655243793168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2876781655243793168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2876781655243793168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-spanish.html' title='I feel SpAnIsH'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SIKs0xlhuoI/AAAAAAAAABE/Lc8J7eUT5Ws/s72-c/DSCN3071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2855794455810301204</id><published>2008-07-05T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:05:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you おじいちゃんま</title><content type='html'>it's already 2 weeks~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the day grandpa visited us, it has been lot easier for lunch to be ready&lt;br /&gt;and I seriously mean that&lt;br /&gt;and dinner too&lt;br /&gt;(tempura, misosuupu, katayakisoba, ramen, sushi, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush off for school for ko ku&lt;br /&gt;but at least I got to say bye to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo also had to go, &lt;br /&gt;he had sports day&lt;br /&gt;he was helping out in the band and all&lt;br /&gt;so he was in a rush too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray grandpa will reach Japan safely &lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いってらしゃい〜！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2855794455810301204?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2855794455810301204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2855794455810301204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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when I shan't be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the commitment that is not working out well,&lt;br /&gt;ppl think it's just about getting the uniform, get some name, for  fun and all&lt;br /&gt;oh silly ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got major problems dealing with the others about this issue,&lt;br /&gt;it's not so obvious about it&lt;br /&gt;but soon you'll realize they can be really useless&lt;br /&gt;they are not the ppl you can look up to&lt;br /&gt;or get help&lt;br /&gt;they are not there what they are there for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not just fire them one by one slowly~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahgfasd glkjadsgbvveltkybhprkhjlgbykkjfhb hh;sfghg bdlursegy˜brrnngbtbn hb;nekb uehnn l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not going any better&lt;br /&gt;but I hope it will&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing my job &lt;br /&gt;make sure everything is under control&lt;br /&gt;but what do I get&lt;br /&gt;I get mocked &lt;br /&gt;I get complains&lt;br /&gt;I get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;I get pissed&lt;br /&gt;I get mad&lt;br /&gt;I get no cooperation&lt;br /&gt;I get disappointed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I approached in a hharsh way a little in the end&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;they  don't know how to get serious&lt;br /&gt;they are just like some disguised wolves among the sheep&lt;br /&gt;with the outfit&lt;br /&gt;they'll do what ever they want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make the change since the beginning &lt;br /&gt;but I guess I couldn't do with these ppl here,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the case of thinking positive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5070396116662623776?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;-----------messy moment-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------chilling --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-3328651793672760518?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/3328651793672760518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=3328651793672760518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/3328651793672760518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/3328651793672760518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance~~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-1601603680188474443</id><published>2008-07-01T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:18:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julie and yee ken~!</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to anjullie and yee ken&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;how's it feeling old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-1601603680188474443?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/1601603680188474443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=1601603680188474443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1601603680188474443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1601603680188474443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-julie-and-yee-ken.html' title='Happy Birthday Julie and yee ken~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-1896380853774189284</id><published>2008-07-01T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:04:03.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>so I was a little smart after all~</title><content type='html'>I thought I was stupid&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stupidtester.com/badge/36b1bb8ff3ec6a68.jpg" alt="StupidTester.com says I'm 46% Stupid! How stupid are you? Click Here!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nt2ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/9566ccb75f477cb0.png" alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Highly Dorky Non-Nerd.  What are you?  Click here!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-1896380853774189284?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/1896380853774189284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=1896380853774189284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1896380853774189284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1896380853774189284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-was-little-smart-after-all.html' title='so I was a little smart after all~'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-1090087890208835926</id><published>2008-06-30T10:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:51:37.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunglasses'/><title type='text'>Love you All~!</title><content type='html'>dedicated to all these great ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;mimi&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;grandad&lt;br /&gt;brain&lt;br /&gt;Karl&lt;br /&gt;Taro&lt;br /&gt;Johanna&lt;br /&gt;simone&lt;br /&gt;ester&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Kerby&lt;br /&gt;alex&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;T. Beecheng&lt;br /&gt;Josephine&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Shane&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Xiang Ting&lt;br /&gt;Mei ting&lt;br /&gt;Priya&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimionesama&lt;br /&gt;yumikoobacama&lt;br /&gt;yananoojiichama&lt;br /&gt;Teri&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;yu liang&lt;br /&gt;min xuan&lt;br /&gt;Cally&lt;br /&gt;Kah Mun&lt;br /&gt;Kia Li&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;br /&gt;Chee Peng&lt;br /&gt;Alarick&lt;br /&gt;Kok Leong&lt;br /&gt;Wei  Zhao&lt;br /&gt;Lik Chuen&lt;br /&gt;Emily S&lt;br /&gt;Emily K&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;br /&gt;little chilly&lt;br /&gt;KC&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Xiu Ming&lt;br /&gt;Caridee&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;carolyn&lt;br /&gt;racheal&lt;br /&gt;Nikki&lt;div&gt;Chrysane&lt;br /&gt;some unknown fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys really lighten the dark day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the 13 colourful years I had and giving me another year ahead~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get a  cake but got ice cream&lt;br /&gt;didn't get present but money~!&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 29 the birthday&lt;br /&gt;June 30 the birth time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-1090087890208835926?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/1090087890208835926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=1090087890208835926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1090087890208835926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/1090087890208835926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-you-all.html' title='Love you All~!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-7483823977833911634</id><published>2008-06-26T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:49:57.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><title type='text'>thought I lost her~</title><content type='html'>was really moody for the past few days again&lt;br /&gt;thought me and her were over with it&lt;br /&gt;thanks again to those buddies  who were there beside me all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then..&lt;br /&gt;it was just some miss understanding again~&lt;br /&gt;she thought I was mad of her so she didn't want to bug me&lt;br /&gt;I thought when she didn't talk to me I did something wrong so I didn't talk to her&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  happy now~&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad nothing wrong went in between.&lt;br /&gt;now I"m back to concentrate with my dance&lt;br /&gt;almost finish&lt;br /&gt;need some touch up  here and there&lt;br /&gt;need serious cooperation with them&lt;br /&gt;ahhh~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to normal me ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-7483823977833911634?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/7483823977833911634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=7483823977833911634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/7483823977833911634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/7483823977833911634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-i-lost-her.html' title='thought I lost her~'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2651452210597188665</id><published>2008-06-24T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:11:04.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>Good Bye and will we meet again?</title><content type='html'>sounds really sad&lt;br /&gt;I mean I not saying that we won't go to haven&lt;br /&gt;haih&lt;br /&gt;2 days in a row 2 people died&lt;br /&gt;even if I don't know well&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad&lt;br /&gt;imagine those ppl who are close to them&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you one day~"&lt;br /&gt;the terror of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why sone ppl can just say&lt;br /&gt;" I want to die lah~"&lt;br /&gt;" I rather die then  doing this"&lt;br /&gt;" go die lah~"&lt;br /&gt;"I wish he/she died"&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to say,&lt;br /&gt;but what if it really happens~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe I  said it a few times here and there&lt;br /&gt;but we don't mean it right?&lt;br /&gt;so too not make this world sound so sad and all,&lt;br /&gt;watch our mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my nonsense again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2651452210597188665?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2651452210597188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2651452210597188665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2651452210597188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2651452210597188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-bye-and-will-we-meet-again.html' title='Good Bye and will we meet again?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-3028971123864400793</id><published>2008-06-23T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:34:13.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>こんにちは〜！</title><content type='html'>grandpa is here~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to worry about food anymore&lt;br /&gt;at least for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to pick him up&lt;br /&gt;mimi asked how long would it take to reach there from where ever we are&lt;br /&gt;jo said, &lt;br /&gt;"wait till we pass the samsung thing, it'll take 5 mnts"&lt;br /&gt;mimi was quiet &lt;br /&gt;I was talking &lt;br /&gt;jo was talking&lt;br /&gt;mom was talking&lt;br /&gt;dad was talking&lt;br /&gt;then mimi finally said something and asked me&lt;br /&gt;"what's 5 times 60"&lt;br /&gt;I thought why talking about math now?&lt;br /&gt;"300"&lt;br /&gt;she was like oh~&lt;br /&gt;pass the samsung thing&lt;br /&gt;the lighting of the highway changed&lt;br /&gt;that means we are near&lt;br /&gt;at once  again all of us were talking again&lt;br /&gt;mimi was quiet&lt;br /&gt;she suddenly shouted&lt;br /&gt;"keep quiet~!! I can't think cause you guys are too noisy"&lt;br /&gt;we all like looked at her&lt;br /&gt;took a 10 seconds break to talk&lt;br /&gt;then continued talking&lt;br /&gt;she then sobbed&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know what's 5 times 60~!!"&lt;br /&gt;I like stared at her&lt;br /&gt;"I told you what it was~!!"&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think like her what she meant&lt;br /&gt;a ha~!&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to count down 300 seconds from the samsung thing&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to count 5 x 60&lt;br /&gt;dad did his explanation on how to get the answer&lt;br /&gt;mimi had  no mood to listen to him&lt;br /&gt;then we all talked on again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-3028971123864400793?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/3028971123864400793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=3028971123864400793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/3028971123864400793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/3028971123864400793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='こんにちは〜！'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-5843301617599593787</id><published>2008-06-22T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:21:44.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>CF rally</title><content type='html'>yeap yeap&lt;br /&gt;it's this year's cf rally~!!&lt;br /&gt;little late to post about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gave a strong impression,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitted&lt;br /&gt;potted&lt;br /&gt;putted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask hannah&lt;br /&gt;she knows about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the work shop and the concert&lt;br /&gt;haih,,&lt;br /&gt;next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but glad I served a bit&lt;br /&gt;sry if I didn't do well helping~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5843301617599593787?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/5843301617599593787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=5843301617599593787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5843301617599593787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5843301617599593787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/cf-rally.html' title='CF rally'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-2256903130859889757</id><published>2008-06-22T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:36:57.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>silly test</title><content type='html'>nothing better to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some silly test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nq_ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/599a470596100c27.gif" alt="I am nerdier than 7% of all people. Are you a nerd? Click here to find out!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not a nerd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=9720" alt="I am 79% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-2256903130859889757?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/2256903130859889757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=2256903130859889757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2256903130859889757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/2256903130859889757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-test.html' title='silly test'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-727307220108617695</id><published>2008-06-20T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:07:47.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I forgotten you"</title><content type='html'>some girl in school wants to forget the whole world and start over again&lt;div&gt;lame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's her problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another way to get attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she goes around and say " hello I"m XXX nice to meet you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this is just annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she thinks things will change her life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well maybe yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by letting us have a chance to ignore her forever~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have  nothing against her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thought it was too much of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has already enough attention from the guys and not she wants more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's her problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now ppl goes to her and ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"do you remember me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she'll give that cute state and say something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no camera for your great acting~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard she wants to forget her boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't make sense to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lame lame lame~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she mentioned that she is "blank"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause someone shocked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how does she know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my dad told me that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much more can she cover up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; she also said I want to pick new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk to her about this and get it trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I"m not going to entertain her~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-727307220108617695?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/727307220108617695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=727307220108617695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/727307220108617695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/727307220108617695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-forgotten-you.html' title='&quot; I forgotten you&quot;'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-3383889586439444336</id><published>2008-06-19T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:56:53.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>this is cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;from jeremy's blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake. The average person can't. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is this cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is is cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is how cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is to cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is keep cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is a cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is dumbass cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is busy cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is for cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is forty cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;♪ This is seconds cat. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I betcha you can't resist passing it on!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's like so mean~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-3383889586439444336?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-4987449160839835451</id><published>2008-06-19T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:39:28.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>June 18</title><content type='html'>I"m not really going into details&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played bball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, very funny teacher, making us playing against the guys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is impossible to win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, teacher said like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 guys to 10 girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half of the girls' team are consider useless, like me~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had fun though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on some talk by a bunch  of ppl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it delayed the net ball game by an hour or so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right after it was done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over to the field to play the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am I in a net ball game again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, 'cuase they need a sub for the girls who went to some trip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know where, don't bother either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they gave me the goal keeper job,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's like so unfair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't they seen the opponent team's goal shooter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like taller than me~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I try to tap her shoots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then the ref. said I was too close and to rough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how far am I suppose to be and gentle too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;step away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was ok, I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2C lost by 16 - 1 against 2A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's ok~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance was crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope everyone too feels the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still working on the steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ideas are coming, almost done with the chorus part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high 5~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-4987449160839835451?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/4987449160839835451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=4987449160839835451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4987449160839835451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4987449160839835451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-18.html' title='June 18'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-989481632176533762</id><published>2008-06-18T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:10:47.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><title type='text'>SMILE ; )</title><content type='html'>smile &lt;div&gt;smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its true, it's makes the ppl around you feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got that from a wise person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for those who had to to listen to me yelling my head off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just well, a human working out her normal schedule according to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muaks and hugs to jo for being with me through it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to the 3 sotongs for letting me throw temper at them for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheanie and cally for listening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brain for chatting with me(need some rest in mind to think free of the problems)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and others who had to suffer a bit~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you God for love and mercy and grace and comfort and peace (sry I forgotten there was such thing as comma ",")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and kisses~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-989481632176533762?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/989481632176533762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=989481632176533762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/989481632176533762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/989481632176533762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='SMILE ; )'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-5849681234377280903</id><published>2008-06-17T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:45:12.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>Mimi's note</title><content type='html'>found this note on the table, I didn't read it before, didn't realize it was  a note form mimi&lt;div&gt;she wrote it on my test pad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nama : micheal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tahun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarikh: 31 / 5/ 08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no. tajuk karangan: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very sorry, I cut your hand. I didn't mean to do that, Please forgive me, idid a wrong thing, for cutting your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the moment I'm still pissed by many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just as memory I wrote something behind the paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16/6/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my thought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, that was painful, cleaning the house and she starts reading the books, that is just mean!! she gets dramatic later on ~~ arghh~~ think about it, I was doing my job to clean up nicely, I'm not wrong, still mom makes it like it's my fault being "emo" `` haih~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile jasmine~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5849681234377280903?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/5849681234377280903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=5849681234377280903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5849681234377280903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5849681234377280903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/mimis-note.html' title='Mimi&apos;s note'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-5106950295477030766</id><published>2008-06-17T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:56:42.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunder'/><title type='text'>Not a very good start for the week</title><content type='html'>monday...&lt;div&gt;even playing basketball didn't make me feel happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom totally made me feel really bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh come on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not perfect here~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more or less the conversation went like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jas~!! where is the money (I had to return her the change for cf rally, and plus pay her around 50% of it too, geez.. I'm broke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- so I went to get it, goodness, I can't repay her 50% = 15 ringgit of it, had like 5 with me, the rest I used it for church and all.. came down, think how to start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom, here is the change, and I don't  have enough to pay you so, take 5 first and I'll get 10 later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- saved by the bell. my sis was screaming up stairs, I think she got soup in her eyes or something, so I went to continue playing the guitar (dad taught me how to play, C, F, G yesterady : ))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom came down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand, what did you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(more or less, I had to explain to her over and over, she was like ooo~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and somehow she started to talk about me being selfish and all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are only thinking about yourself, on sat we were outside doing gardening, and only you went to CA, you should go outside some time too, on cf rally, Ojichama (grandpa) is coming and you have to go to cf rally, you think it's very easy for us is it? I"m not saying that it's wrong to go, it's good to go, but where is the fruits ( fruits of the spirit), I don't see what you have leant there( oh please, she doesn't even know what we are leaning on, it's prayer, nothing to do with fruits yet~!). you need to think again are you doing right things? you do what you like only, you play the guitar when you feel like it(come on, just to refresh once a while), you study when you want to(I'm revising), you don't think of others, where's the compassion (now I got really annoyed) , * blah blah blah* do you think you are doing right things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(finally I  opened my mouth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sharp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't  know~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh? do you or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, (then something) oh, maybe you just don't appreciate  the cooperation/ compassion(can't hear well) from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and she went off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how long did that take? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long enough for my brother to write his essay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" oh it's not like I"m a perfect child or whatever, she doesn't even know what's going on in my side, and plus, I have to pay her money for this and that, my allowance haven't increase( fuel price goes up my allowance should go up too~~)  I'm stuck with my finance thingy, and what makes her that I'm not helping others out of love?? I've been doing some, don't remember, but I did it with my right without letting my left know, so? still blaming me?? she doesn't have a single clue what's going on with me and  my life or what I did, I've tried to be a  "good girl" listening to them, but they don't seem to realize this at all, and what else, they mostly blame me, ok, I don't mind taking the blames, that can be settled, but taking action on me?? I'm innocent~ ok?? so fed up, dad won't help me, he thinks he knows a lot about me,of course  no one is on my side, I just had to stand on my own.. my brother hates me, my sis is annoying, what else can go worst~!?? don't mistake me, I love my family, it's just... well, hard to tell them so..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5106950295477030766?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/5106950295477030766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=5106950295477030766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>dad's day disasterS</title><content type='html'>doesn't mean that it's a special day so it will go well all day,&lt;div&gt;tried washing the car with dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I was kind'da slow in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad say I'm too slow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I tried hurrying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again I hurt my wrist against the number plate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on, I tried to make Jelly with peach in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open the peach can and my thumb got a cut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after some minutes with boiling the liquid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ready to be put in the fridge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as I was going to lift it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jelly liquid (?) of it leaked out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scolding from mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I wasn't careful that's what she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later after I cleaned the flour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked mom if she could do it instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she did it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything spilt out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it (somehow) wasn't closed in one of the hole or something like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the jelly gone~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the peach too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up on making jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt pointless doing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just making mess in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but kind'da fun cleaning up it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slippery and fun haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet smell like jelly too~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but got scold again for not being serious....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; " (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally dinner was ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt wrong on my palm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itchy yet painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looked at i t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a mosquito bite and a long cut on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch, *scratch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know where is it from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't be me scratching it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nails are not that sharp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had no mood at all at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last said "HFD" to dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to make it different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like my siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always want to be the first and all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad was like, oh *hug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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disasterS'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-7691909865685664670</id><published>2008-06-15T14:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:12:09.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>Great to be back to CAs</title><content type='html'>finally,&lt;div&gt;after 3 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sis' birthday, no transport, cousin's cousin's birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could attend for CA~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next week there is cf rally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone needs the form?? I have tons of them~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great worship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learnt about "unanswered" prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, prayers are always answered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just that we are expecting a "yes"  from God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so like say if you think you don't get what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it maybe means &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1, it's a NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2, not the time yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3, you may need to reflect back if there is anything you did wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is quite true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-7691909865685664670?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/7691909865685664670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=7691909865685664670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/7691909865685664670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/7691909865685664670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-to-be-back-to-cas.html' title='Great to be back to CAs'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-5780318512688093815</id><published>2008-06-13T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:58:57.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>what's his problem&lt;div&gt;I'm just doing my job, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's making step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make sure the rest know it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now saying that I didn't pick a good song??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it's not good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then get me a better one then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got me mad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not the person in charge for this  performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my job is to well like I mention before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so It's not my responsibility for the song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought maybe I over reacted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sry for those of you that had to listen to me complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's true I got stressed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we change the song to another tobymac's song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"one world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGSYNFSlQbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGSYNFSlQbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes maybe it sounds better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but something just got me puzzled.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-5780318512688093815?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/5780318512688093815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=5780318512688093815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5780318512688093815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/5780318512688093815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-7620180755325059443</id><published>2008-06-12T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:23:31.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><title type='text'>Thank you God for Sheanie</title><content type='html'>thank you so much sheanie~!!!!&lt;div&gt;in return, I'll get your essay fixed : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought there was no hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding a cd burner and a blank cd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got me a whole night to worry about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really need the music for today for practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a miracle~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll like to thank God again, and sheanie for their help : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-7620180755325059443?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/7620180755325059443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=7620180755325059443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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They Forgotten Me</title><content type='html'>a normal day like everyday&lt;div&gt;not until no one picked me up to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought they are on the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no longer then I realize, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they did forgot about me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried using the public phone to call home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mimi picked it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means the really went back home without me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Km is she'll ok if I stay over for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why didn't thought of it earlier to come over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got to her house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom then called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m on my way, are you ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I was fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes I was still fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was 1 hr  and 15mnt later than the usual time mom should come and pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got it the car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they really forgotten me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom tried to make it as it's a ok matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying that it's a accident and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she also said that you can't blame on someone about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got me thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jo (unusually) said hi to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mimi was like looking sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking it was her fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you   know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its suppose to be a sad matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this all reminds me how merciful God is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to talk about my family on this matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know how to classify it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-6996393427877769062?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/6996393427877769062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=6996393427877769062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/6996393427877769062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/6996393427877769062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-if-they-forgotten-me.html' title='As If They Forgotten Me'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-4687464171215643030</id><published>2008-06-10T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:30:14.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloudy'/><title type='text'>Worst Lunch</title><content type='html'>yuck, I should have made lunch for myself rather than letting her doing it,&lt;div&gt;she asked me if I want to dumpling, again??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what she gave us yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;five each person, me and mimi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was soft and doesn't really look good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only had that for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starve for the rest of the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today's menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- burned black chicken(she reheat the chicken that was told to be thrown  away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- rice (it got soggy while micro-waved)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- more dumplings, (this time it wasn't cooked..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate 4 dumpling then only realize that it was not cooked inside, was a little pink, o oh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's pork inside....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had stomach pain on the way to school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it got better : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, lesson for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cook your own lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dumplings are tricky to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-it's pork inside the dumplings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-4687464171215643030?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/4687464171215643030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=4687464171215643030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4687464171215643030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/4687464171215643030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-lunch.html' title='Worst Lunch'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-9157649046608345467</id><published>2008-06-09T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:26:50.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><title type='text'>School Reopens, again?</title><content type='html'>unusually I am early to school~!&lt;div&gt;great to see everyone ( ok, so not everyone~) in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remembered had  some mission to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's to do some dance performance~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhhh~~~~!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHH~~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok I feel better, not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last dance I did, gave me a great headache to think form the song to the dance steps to the dancers then the costume, cleaning up steps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choosing the song was a bit tricky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but eventually, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used one of  Tobymac's (God bless them) songs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feelin' so fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lx8TMaME1oc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lx8TMaME1oc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was online, 5 or 6 ppl came up and asked me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does my pm say "I'm thinking hard when I shouldn't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so had to explain to them individually at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like a mad person typing up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still thinking for a song....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then from no where something came in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually that song has been in my head for the whole day : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's Love Song by Sara Bareilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGUe6eOUNag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGUe6eOUNag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a cute one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some said it was annoying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking this one for the dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made up some steps, but needs to be in place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the formation and stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least in this kind'da time there was some people to talk to~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks nikki, brian, ian, gabriel, karl, natasha, natalea and kok leong : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, feel better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prayed too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really pray that it will turn  out well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the last time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes and it will!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(just to make myself have confidence) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-9157649046608345467?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/9157649046608345467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=9157649046608345467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/9157649046608345467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/9157649046608345467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-reopens-again.html' title='School Reopens, again?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-378455245233305949</id><published>2008-06-06T15:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:58:55.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jap holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Older History</title><content type='html'>does my title make sense?&lt;div&gt;history is already old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remembered that I did write a journal on my dec and nov 07 holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so gonna paste it over here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here I go~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s it's so cold that it is difficult to type~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 24 &lt;/div&gt;so tired, went shopping in the afternoon, so cold, I shop at UniQlo ( nice clothes simple and warm, I`m wearing it now!) and at shimamura ( got me some time to remember the name),felt happy to have so many clothes, my size soon consider as adult`s S or XS, had dinner at hanayayohei, very old place, and guess what my cousin, taiki, vomited right outside the shop! yuck! well, right after he vomited, he went back to sleep! wow~ hahazz~HAIZ~ nvm, anyway,  the night was cold, Michaela(my sis, AKA Mimi or mi)didn't`t feel well and vomited while at bed! yuck again, something tells me it:s going to be my  turn soon~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;early morning left house and participate to do cooking at the camp side with a whole lot of kids~~ at first I thought it:s all going to be small kids but at Least there was a girl which is std 5 that was much taller then my, so I didn't:t feel to old, eventually (BTW me and Josiah(my bro, AKA Jo)had fun, we cooked Japanese curry rice(it`s not spicy)and played with the rest of the kid some Japanese games, was fun, my legs hurt~~ on the way back to home, the car was a little bumpy~ so... you know...I vomited straight away when I reached home,  oh goodness~~ I rushed to the toilet and blek blek blek~ yuck, so suffering, I didn't`t tell anyone about it until I vomit again at night~~ haih. so sick and tired, not really a good start~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 26&lt;/div&gt;still feel a little weak~~ we are suppose to go for this train gallery but since all of us felt so sick so we canceled to go, had@my favorite whipping&gt; cream bread, should have eaten it~~ sick again, had some problem with my messenger, grandma`s computer is a bit slow, was so fed up that I had to use my grandpa`s computer, and guess what, grandpa`s computer doesn't`t have a Yahoo messenger! can't download it, cause it takes up a lot~anyway, I did some laundry, little chilly in the weather, Jo is a little sick, he has an headache, oh&gt; dear~! HAIZ~~ I also sweep outside, as you know leaves are dropping (and I mean alot!!) because winter is around the corner, autum is almost over. hey, doesn't that ryme? nvm~~ ^,^ well, havn'ttouched my school studies yet~~ so excited for school on Wednesday!! (have I mention that already?) I hope Jo feels better, tomorrow will be a whole lot of things to do!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just going to register myself to enter the school, after that, we stopped by and this book store called shosen, my favorite book store. I bought books in ENGLISH, at last I feel home~! and then say hello to the teachers in the new school, cool eh? ok, nvm. So it was a big school, real big, I think I might even get lost! oh dear! just kidding~~ well, I was so obsesed with the books, mi got this book(ok, comic) called baka-bon(meaning, name of a boy named means stupid), it was really silly!! hahazzZ I thinkI got a little stupid too!! hahahzzzZZ, I'll read it again some times later...zzzZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZzzzzzzZZz&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today is the day!! I am ever so excited, I woke up extra early! yes, isn't that uncommon? I woke up 10 minutes before the alarm bell rang (ok ok, so it was 9 minute). I wore my uniform (I'll put the picture some other time, the camera seems to not be where it's suppose to be...) eventually, I looked a little fat, jo said I look like a nerd ( with glasses? oh goodness, he says I look like a nerd teacher!! ewww.....) how mean of him. well... ok so I admit maybe I look so, but still everyone wears it like that, I thought to call Kah mun but jo said it's too expensive and such a lttle thing, well... I hope she knows now!! Now... ah yes, I left home and went to school with grandpa, reach there, in the class was all my primary mates, touching....NOT, it was&lt;br /&gt; extremly noisy!! oh dear!! but it's ok, some girls helped me no matter how horrible my Japanese was~~ hahazz, SCI - don't remember the teacher's name..., interesting topic on dissolves and the worst part was everything was in Japanese!! haiz~~ I maybe forget everything in english when I get back to home. JAP -  I couldn't read smoothly like the rest... it ok, but the worst part comes again, test comes next week, the grand final major test for the 2nd term, geez, these guys must be studying really hard! NOT!! hahazzz but there's ppl who really study. I try to catch up as much as possible. ENG - hahazzz my fun time has begun! the teacher's english was very clear, she didn't speack funny, everyone read softer than usual,haha. back to JAP again - same o thing~~ LUNCH - ok I guess~~ BREAK - had friends to take me around the school to introduce to school. MATH - my fav subject, I leant same ratio(check out chapter 5(was it?) form 2) but much much harder, they had graft lines and all, I could't get a thing!! but I manage to use my tiny brain to break to mystery of the Japanese Math. SCHOOL'S OVER went back home and went over my friends house to study, then I knew what did the teacher said, so silly of me when I open my mouth but it's ok, in return, I thought them Engish! came back about 5 because it was so dark outside( like 8 at malaysia) went to shop for bread and stationary. dinner was diliciuos, mi found her HSM Music CD  at one of the lockers and grandpa's place, mi found it and she turned it on and sing along! run for you ears!! she a little deaf tone (like me, anyone will faint if I start to sing!!), try to do some studies, getting ready for tomorrow ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, let's see how I started my day..... woke up, ate half a 'meron' bread, come to think of it, it's only my second day I think it's was long since I've been in school!! reached school, there  is a rule saying you have to say good morning to the seniors, that's it? I don't know what to say?? should i say ohayogosaimasu or ohayo? well, the longer one sounds more polite but weird at the same time. and the short one sounds more less respect to them, so i try to prevent ppl as much as possible!! haha i didn't work like i thought i pass by many ppl....haha anyway I changed to pjk clthes, (you wear your short sleeved clothes then on top with your jersey which has your name written on nicely (but mine doesn't because it'll take weeks and by the time it's done, I"ll be in malaysia already! (including the name tag)) you  change in the class, girls and boys together... wel... I wear ( I mean everybody wears)the short sleeved PJK clothes in the inside of their uniform. in case you have't realise, we are suppose to wear jersey in school hours. and change back to school uniform when school ends~ anyway we had arts, I was told to draw an animal that I want to be if I had a chance, I decided to draw an eagle, but I didn't know how to say eagle in japanese, so I decided on tiger,but a friend of mine was a sheep, so I felt a little bad, then I decided on a bird haizz... by that time,class was finish, move on to PJK, we did "jodo",that's japanese matual art, painful~~ I didn't battle with anyone, just row overand hit the flour thing was(SO) painful!! back hurts, ouch! finally end it, my friend (haruka) liked the teacher, she thinks the teacher is cool...? haha.. later at math, I couldn't get it right. haiz... shy... love math still!! SCI - as usual blur~!  social studies - today we were doing history~(can't get any worst) I can't get what the teacher was talking about!! I was sitting&lt;br /&gt;behind , forgot to bring my glasses, and it was so cold~ felt so hopess~ one time I tried to study history I used an hour for a page to understand, did math too~! enough studies today, went to my favourite sushi shopw fpr dinner, yummy~! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yarn) rearched school extra early, to change(youknow) had english today, haha the arts, I used splats, I thought of a picture od a bird under a the rain, kindda love it,the english again with a  different teacher teachinghow to use "on" "in" "at", haha again~~hahhahah! nvm later on math, did last studies and ask whatever I can't get it right, so difficult wow~~ but manage to get it some how~~ I was the last one to finish lunch again!! after that I was told to prepare to introduce myself in front of the whole form 1, they told me to talk about this and that,  well, I got a bifreaked out, I pause here and there, didn't say athing for a long time, so embarrasing! then I said thank  you and went off~ I thought I heard them whispering here and there saying I can't speak properly~ my pals got what I meant, haiz.... then we cleaned up the school compound later, as usual, the teacher's toilet cleaning duty~ (first day  of it~)stinking mop! getting cold and colder... day by day...haiz... got back home, said bye to friends, they sure are funny, then I realize,tomorrow is my grandma and my mom's birthday!! I better do something fast, butI"m stuck on the computer listening to tobymac~ I love the music by him, it' so great!! tomorrow I'll be sweeping the leaves off, that's one, the other one is that I got to study fornext week's test~!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Dec 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everyone so relaxed, not yet stiking the books on thier face! hahazzzz, must be a technique, MUSIC - lalalalalallalallalaala(deft tone)  Math - a is it me or do I fell smart?&lt;br /&gt; JAP - reading for a whole period(2 actually, ah!!!!!!!)totally hard japanese!!&lt;br /&gt; LUNCH - talk about it! HOME - HISTORY!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;December 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TEST DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt; from KHB to MUSIC then to JPNESE, and  MATH!!&lt;br /&gt; haiz... KHB was a disaster, even if I were to read, I still can't get it right! the problem is that I can't remember how to write it in Japanese, well, it'll be much easier if I were to choose from somewhere!!!!!!! MUSIC, I was told to write on some music performance thing which I have no idea, I told the teacher and she said write about your fave music or song or whatever.I wrote quite little, marks will totally be cut off.arggg!! MATH, will hate it in the future, I can't get the question, one of then wrote something like what's the number(has 2 digits and the ones is 2, if you minus 14 from thins number, you'll get (the number you have that your supose to find in the first place) sounds very confusing, another one, brothers to the station thingy, I had no idea how to solve it!!! I left 1 whole page blank!! haiz!! JAPANESE, oh dear~~ can't really get the question,.... but when time was up, I was the one sitting behind, so I had to collect the others then I saw one of them even black then mine, mind you, it was totally subjective(other word all papers are), Grandpa said he won't be surprise if I had  a 0%! 10%? they will celebrate!! think of it, only 4 days of classes and you expect me to pass it?? well, remiding myself, I'm just trying out for fun, it's a new experience. cousins came over, ok.... noisy taiki(cousin eldest) so stubborn, liar!! easily shown guitly!! tomorrow's history!!~~studied real hard 2 hours of hard work, I wonder how will it be... actually I haven't finish, too much to read!! 10 more pages to go? going to take me 10 hours, time could you stop for a while~?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; December 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll be having history test!! reached school early and started to read non stop, we had arts for the fisrt test, I read it and forgot it, haiz~~ I sure fail that one, how can I not fail it??  arts - sure fail! I couldn't even complete the manga given, with some silly rabbit chasing a frog and some other animals at the side!! we had  to draw some kind of house by some kind of technique!! have I mention KHB, we had to design pants with the shirt you made, which haven't made yet, I simply did a jasmine stye pants, 3 quarter pants, loose and tight, don't make sense nvm then after that HISTORY!! I can't answer it at all!! I think the most I can get by chance is 20%!! haiya!! so totally blur, I'll be one of the sotongs!!!my frined kahorin said it was great,  oh, wait, GREAT???? ok, so she is very good in her sports and acedemic area, that's fine with me... really, later on was ENGLISH!!, when the teacher was giving out the paper, she mention skip me, I thought the teacher specially made a harder one for me, but actually, they translate the question for me, aww... so nice of them, they didn't need to do that, unless for other subjects! hahassszzzzZZZ it was a nice paper, std 1 level, so easy, everyone said it was hard, hahazzzzzZZ seems like everybody memorise this passage something like this, 'excuse me, which bus goes to the city hall?' 'city hall?' 'yes' 'Take bus number 3 over there' 'how long will it take' 'about 50 minutes' 'thank you' 'you're welcome' hahahahha sry,  I'm not being mean! then later was sience, amazingly I could answer it, sci is not really my thing , still I pass trough it!! yay!! the same girl who did worst than me for JAP left a whole question blank for science, wow, ok.. not bad jasmine, keep it up! later there was this motivative talk by mr kunibun, while he was on his 1 hr speech on working hard and achieve dreams, he started crying on some part which was on saying good bye, ppl beside me were 'fishing' I mean sleeping while sitting, hahahz... I can't stop smiling, but the mr kunibun was on a sad story and I had sucha  funny face, you should have seen the face, it was so sunny!! hahahahzzxzzzZZ finally finish, clean up, the stayed back for club activity!I went for basketball!!! I leant the correct way, so fun, I need to brush up my skills before I come back to malaysia!!  hahaha!! had lots of fun, friend that I know were really good at it, just at hrow and went in the hoop, cool!! I hope I could be a good player too! I manage to touch the ball a few times, hahahaha!! tried shooting, but fail!!! it bounce back!! hahahahahaha!!! I like my seniors they are funny, reached home when it was totally dark, about 5? grand pa went to 'an' uncle's restauant, french restuarant, so had jap curry rice, mm.... I was hooked up with this song called asterisk by orange range, j pop like it a lot, I need to catch up with the stye here, haiz~~ I want to live in japan!!! ok ok ,maybe malaysia is ok too, in the way that you're at the top, here I'm at the bottom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; got up, waited for 15 mnts for the time to pass by then went to school, I thought test was over when my friends told me there was PJK test, haizz!!! first subject was SCI - I got my test paper back, guess, I'm serious, guess!!! 10? 20? 30? 40? oh good, still going, 50? 60? stop!! just right there!! I felt ok with it, at least a B, not too bad for Science, the guy beside me got 90!! OMG, so smart!! speechless, oh, you know, those smart ppl, you can't do  anything. right, next we had MATH - IT'S A NIGHTMARE!!! I got the lowest of the lowest points in my whole life (math)!! I work hard for it and I got two numbers which means die!! so mean!! the guy beside me got something which he was not happy at all with, I wonder... can't be worst then me. SOCIAL STUDIES - the teacher  didn't give back the test paper yet... haizz!! PJK - test! on the spot we exchange and got our results, I got    2       8       out of 60.  still it's below average. haizz... the guys beside&lt;br /&gt; me got 52 out of 60, wow again, envy~~ well I deserve it, I only studied for 4 days and had the&lt;br /&gt; test, well, for PJK I studiedfor like 10 minutes. hhhehehehe..... we changed out seats, and I'm&lt;br /&gt; sitting beside another smart person, haiz.. why do I end up looking like a loser?? well, if I'm not mistaken, I rememebr he cheated back in out std 2, in  a small test, oh ya, I was so nice to let him go., hahahahah, ok , so I tried to tell the girl beside me, she couldn't get what I was saying, hehehehehe. I'm quite useless at times.. kakakakakaka...... later on I had club&lt;br /&gt; activities,(we have it like everyday till 5pm) I had to run around a big circle, I took 8:56.07 minutes, haizz.. I was the last too! later on I did real silly stuff like doing thing Z when told to do thing A, haiz!! I was told to come to-morrow mornig 7:30 for practice, haiz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7&lt;br /&gt; woke up early to leave early for early sunrise(actually we did it indoors) basketball practice. haiz!! so tired! but I learn something new, I am so excited to come back to malaysia and&lt;br /&gt; work out the move like layout and some sort of names which I forgot what's it called.... anyway, tomomi-senpai thaught me to do a layout (was it?) two steps and a shoot, cool~~! my friends are so good, the can shoot baskets 7/10!! wow~~!class was good, now I'm sitting beside another smart guy. behind me is a funny girl(she is like madihah, very playful and funny, and short! :P), she's umenai ami. she's in basket ball too!! hahaha kakaka muahahahah!&lt;br /&gt; oh silly me, have I told you about my friends?? there's takei haruka, known as takei or haruka&lt;br /&gt; etc... she is also in basket ball!! then there's  terazaki kaho, I call her kahorin(also in&lt;br /&gt; basketball). ogihara moe is a friend of mine too, she helped me alot on the first few days(she's&lt;br /&gt; not in basketball). well, they are all very good-speaking-japanese-humans so don't mess with&lt;br /&gt; them, they are sweet too(or should I say chocolate)!the guy beside me is called nikaido&lt;br /&gt; kohei, we call him nika(sounds like a girls name! :P).right, back to the diary, first we had SOCIAL STUDIES -  I got 22 pts!! average was about 40something, not too bad eh? well, still it's a fail! It's a amazing how I manage to get points. it's subejective too! haiz~~  MATH - teache didn't manage to be in class so our class teacher took over. whay didn't our mathy teacher couldn't manage? cause someone twist a bone while playing football and he was sent to the hospital. wow~! not very nice~~ ENG - easy as a piece of candy ( don't eat cake)! kakakakaka&lt;br /&gt; SCI - we did expierement(how to spell?), we use a gas burner(bunsen burner) filter funnel, and a whole lot of apparutus without the teacher helping, he warned us this is the most difficult experiement for form 1 ooo~~ fun, 6 in a group, properly done, so systematic!!  LUNCH  - was great, so cold!! later on we had PT - had to make a final conclusion for the PT stuff from planting the vegetable to cooking it. I had no idea what was going on, so just helped out in the drawing part. seniors are having their competition tomorrow, so they are doing a few hoops shots, so cool! then we helped to set up the chairs and all. my cousins came to stay over again, I hope tomorrow will go well : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; December 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought I'll be late for the match today, so  got up extra early(about few minute) I was quite&lt;br /&gt; excited for the match today, I reached school around 7:20am other school teams came and I saw my primary friend iyoda misaki, iyoda-san is very good in basketball. our school team needed to warm up a little before we did our best performance. 2 teams came over, one was shiba-chu and another one which I forgot the name(call it greens). the coach for shiba=chu was very mean, scary, yet the girls were very loyal to the caoch, for the greens' coach, when&lt;br /&gt; they had a match witht the shiba-chu, it was 40 - 2, they were losing, the caoch was very angry, so scary, it really means a lot for them, honesly, they were very good at playing, some even cried by getting scolded by the teacher. had yakisoba for lunch, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decemeber 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's sunday!! no church again, grandma does't know the way there, that'S why. anyway, I went to the circus close by to Omiya(me, Jo, Mi, Taiki, Take, Yuma, Aunt Miciko, Granparents) took a train then walked to the circus.  was very exciting, quite differnet, I like the silly clowns,they were very funny. dinner, we head to minamiurawa and had dinner at the shopping mall. sent my cousins home and got back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decemeber 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've got less than 10 days tillI'm done with form 1 completely!! oh dear!! I miss school! I liss form 1, I lost the chance to get good grades!! aw~~!! had 2 periods of japanese, ouch! I got back my ENglish paper, I got a silly 98!! so sad so mad, very bad!!I wrote 'I'm thriteen' like this 'I'm 13' and lost a point, another point was from reading the time, I wrote 3:15 when it's 4:15, can't blame, It looks alike. haizzz!! a girl in our class got a hundread, well... sob sob! lovin'  basketball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; December 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grandpa promised us that we'll have Korean BBQ for dinner, so happy!! went to school extra early, I didn't see my seniors yet, I changed to my jerseys as fast as I could, place nicely my seniors shoes and when I was about to pull out the ball rack, one of my seniors told me the was NO PRACTICE!!!! no practice?? for all I have done NO PRACTICE??? haizz, why? cause we have so meeting thingy at that place, changed back to uniform for that meeting thingy grr~~~ Had KHB, it was great, my papers came back, not too bad, 62!! hahzz!! we are suppose to make 3&lt;br /&gt; types of key chain, in wood, plastic and metal, I started with metal carving a JAS it was awfully hard to carve, haiz!~~ hope it's still ok. other subjects were fine and ok, I think,evening training for basketball was tough, we had to run 1.5 KM non stop, I measures out own school field (usj 8) and it was about 0.26, you need to run about 7 rounds to compete that.after that i had a good dinner at my uncle's restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decemeber 12&lt;br /&gt; wednesdays are with SCI - conclusion for the last experiment JAP - had a brief on what will go on on Monday(Calligraphy) excited, cause I get to lean a little mmore... hahazzz ENG - as usual JAP again - as usual PJK - last class for this term, I'll miss it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; December 13&lt;br /&gt; Had to start making a present fot CKM her birthday is coming up, I decide to make a cup coster, I was told that it takes about 4 days to sent, so I better send now, SCI again MUSIC - I forgot to bring my books!! woops! I got 16/50 haaizzz SOSIAL STUDIES - as usual history MATH - reminded that we have a retest tomorrow! I tried quite hard for this test, we'll see.No PJK, changed to ARTS - continued my piece of art, ok, I think,my ink fell on the piece&lt;br /&gt; of art my neighbor did, opps! I said sorry, and he said I had attack him, seems  like he didn't mind, that's good, or else I might end up in trouble.hahazz kakakaka now, today is Thursday, so&lt;br /&gt; that means basketball practise outside!! that also means that I have to run 1.5 km again!! this time was worse than ever! the wind  is blowing opposite direction form me!! I can breathe! so suffering! but manage to finish LAST!! haha, I lovin` it!(basketball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; December 14&lt;br /&gt; It's Friday it'friday! less then 6 more days and I'll be on my holiday! I'llbe going to miss school&lt;br /&gt; !! muakzxs!had SOSIAL STUDIES  - as usual MATH - test was better than last test, I think I can score better,much better, but after I passed it up, my friend old me those quetions were from then activity book, haizz... I dont have it, so I guess I have 60% of chance! ENG - usual SCI - normal with the egg smell from the senior's class! pe-yew! PT- did the dream work thingy, 2 hours of it!! haiz!! had a good sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decemeber 15&lt;br /&gt; I'm having basketball practice in the afternoon, but it was made earlirer to 9 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt; haizz.. my captain with adachi-san came and inform me, hahazzz, I made it on time, was good, later on I went to my cousin's piana presentation, I heard my cousin was stage fright that he couldn't play and just stared at the audience, sob, but now he is playing and singing, he could be a little more careful on his timing, he takes his time to play.there were whole lot of good player, there was my favourite piece played by this std 6 girl, so good, I like it, I saw the notes once and it was very hardto play that piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 16&lt;br /&gt;today is my grandpa's birthday, I went to church finally, we went to one with a lot a ppl from ghana,very stong faith! I don't know about my grangma but it was ok, not too bad, quite different. later on jo had soccer, I stayed at home using the computer and finishing the essay, haiz..I got my grandpa to help me. we had sushi at home, my cousins are always very noisy and fussy, fussier than me! esp. the eldest one!! haizzz I took care of the little cousin of mine,&lt;br /&gt;so cute!! get ready for tomorrow, one more week and I'm done for school!!FOR THIS YEAR! I'really miss my form 1 days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally I'm done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's long, and very long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may sound silly here and there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried cutting it here and there but it's theh same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sry there's no pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have problem with it~ grhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-378455245233305949?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/378455245233305949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=378455245233305949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/378455245233305949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/378455245233305949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/2008/06/older-history.html' title='Older History'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05990368072711145743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pKAITBt7RCo/SEe2Wyfxe3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQfjxB1XVxI/S220/IMG_7533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002172357549231765.post-3113962303227257377</id><published>2008-06-06T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:49:39.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>I remembered I copy and paste my old blog's post~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb 8th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; awww.. are you a dog lover too? went to aunt pam's place, she has 4 adorable dogs, aww~~ 2 shi tzu, 2 mix breed, so small, toy dogs, but the like to bully kids, imagine that, haha, late night, watched evan almighty, it's like finally, check list, check, next movie, alvin and the chipmunks, haha.. the movie was ok, didn't expect the flood, not too bad, kinda taught me something, like there is a reason why God place me in this kind of thing~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy CNY to all~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new year for the chinese calender, school's off, surely everyone is doing fine, some just hope for Ang Paos ( that includes me), some just loves  the season ( not me) ~~, I'm in grand's place with all the cousins (I've got only 2 from my dad's side, 3 on my mom's side(all in japan, how nice~)), with the aunts and uncles, it's really noisy, hope no one gets hurt or feeling left out either~~, happy (safe) chinese new year to all~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb 5th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; can''t really remember what was the feeling on that day, it sort of like really horrible, thinking like, I  don't know what to do, I want to let it go~!!! haih.. sad, many ppl kinda mistaken me in many  ways, don't know how to explain.. it's just oh well, another day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb 4th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got new probates in today, sadly, some teacher didn't bring the tag, so they  will be starting their duties tomorrow, or else after CNY holidays, assembly couldn't  go worst, the mic had some  technical problem, can't hear a thing I said from the mic, well, as you know, kl has the "better" mic, and where is he? at his hometown looking for internet, what do you call that?? I don't know~ anyway,  Kah Mun (KM) has some love life life going on~! wakakaka, valentines around the corner, I'm not involved (nor yet), the LPU8 are selling gifts, cute but I I've got have that much to buy, even if it considered cheap, I mean reasonable, the probates just got e worried, have to do some "speech" at school later  on today (2/5) on some prefect system thingy~~ haih~~ I've got ballet later on, hope it goes well~~ sadly I can't enter for the competition, I had the chance but mom said NO, N-O, why on earth did she say NO, don't really understand them, I mean it'll help me to better in class, Anyway, I've got other thing to hang on to, piano, well, I"m not a music freak or whatever but I enjoy playing, it's the music that comes out from the piano I get the headache, the teacher said I need to be more accurate, be more accurate, I'm not even accurate with myself, I'm more on "around there", I was thinking to tryout something new instead, at least I know the basic of piano, say, guitar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha~~ finally~~ my blog~~ sounds really pathetic~~ had church, wasn't too bad, expecting something to happen tomorrow~~ wakakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what I wrote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching for more history~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-3113962303227257377?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/3113962303227257377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=3113962303227257377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's me back again~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last time I blogged was this year but due to some reasons I had to stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story, don't ask~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall warn you ppl that this may get out of control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostly I end up with lot's of nonsense which some times I don't get it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe lot's of "hehe" and "haha", or "opps~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get to  the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really unusual to see me in the morning at 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the "mosquito" alarm that woke me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih, then I just had to get up and start the day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff myself with 4 times the usual for breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad and mom bought (extra) bread,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jumbo size,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very close expiry dates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, got me kind'da laughing with that~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lead to one solution for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate bread in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure about dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch was ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burger+sandwich = messy lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's was like 2 in 1 kind'da thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 5 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it came back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not that too serious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some silly drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ice packs was involved too~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my brother wanted to "teleport" one place to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the, erm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his foot(toes to be exact) got hooked some where, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and flew a bit (not much, 30 cm?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and landed flat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt'  there to witness it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was using the com, then I heard some horrifying noise~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like ahhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over and see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo was just lying on the ground with lot's of noise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked him where's pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said "pain pain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a few more time asking the SAME  question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he finally answer it was he's arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shifted him aside, but still flat on his face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lot's of screaming~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was lay motionless on the bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sis came (this maybe be called teleport, she was ever so fast, awww.. sweet sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place the ice pack on him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends came to check on him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later after they left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jo was ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, he was still in bed,, he reached out his hands and said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"pass me the PSP please"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all just looked at him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said "my arm is pain but my fingers can still move" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with  a smile&gt;&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; silly Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but glad nth bad happened ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to share this~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002172357549231765-6270284206254512882?l=limmarika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limmarika.blogspot.com/feeds/6270284206254512882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002172357549231765&amp;postID=6270284206254512882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002172357549231765/posts/default/6270284206254512882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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