<?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-2317870349508922695</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:14:23.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KillermongoosePost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-4346407828781145869</id><published>2009-11-10T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:08:46.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH! ACE CAMP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhhh! ACE Camp tom. Die already! Well....today was a little messed up. I think i woke up to find Shorts missing. I think hes running from me. He dosent like me! *Crying already* I did find him next to me though. Gave him a good scolding but hes just too cute! Cant wait for Melman! Can hug X3 After i woke up think i went straight to com. A little of an addict already. Nothing to do so went back to Zzz. My maid came into my room i think around like 1 something and asked if i wanted lunch. Not sure what my ans was but woke up later to find chicken rice on the table. WOOTS! After went to get my haircut(Why am i hearing strange noises.Weird. The haircut was ok, not the best but can live. Then came back hm, bathed then went to KK to see my mom. Was going to have dinner but was really hungry when i got there so had onion quiche and orange juice. Oh so good...ahhh. Then we where off to Beach Road to get my Camping stuff and Dinner. The Camping stuff was stupid. Walked like 2 bus stops to find out that the shop was where we parked= =". For dinner we ate claypot rice and beefball noodles. So full after that la. My mom had to visit one of her patients so i followed her. I had seen him before so i thought i would go along. Hes 30 but acts and looks like hes 10. Really...u know.. sad. He cant breath properly these past few days so he has a mask on to help. Really looks saddening. I prayed for him and my mom sang a song. U know the Yes Jesus loves me song ahh. Felt like Crying la....really for sorry for theses people. Have to really appreciate what we have. Hmm, well, Hope everything is alright =). Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life! X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-4346407828781145869?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/4346407828781145869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh-ace-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4346407828781145869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4346407828781145869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahhhh-ace-camp.html' title='AHHHH! ACE CAMP!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-7425242537160475666</id><published>2009-11-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:45:04.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long...so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So long since i ave posted la. Forced to again of course =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Life is quite is quite interesting now i guess. Getting to go alot of places and do alot of things. I think i have more free will these past few weeks, and im really thankful for that. Going out with friends and YAH is really enjoyable(WOOTS for ZOO!) Hmm, what did i do yesterday. Oh, woke up at 6 i think, carried Shorts downstairs then when tobath and change. Then while i was walking to the bus stop, saw the bus leaving then tried to chase but like super hard. So waited for another bus then eventually went to church. Climbed over the gate(sry!) then played psp until Cheryl and her family came. Went to coffeshop to have drink then talked alot to Cheryl. Quite fun i guess. After the worship....THE MESSAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(oh my goodness the boring message!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ben and i where trying to find what words the speaker was pronouncing wrongly. Super fun! (oh my goodness the boring message!) After we went to The coffeshop again and this time guess what we drank! Coffee! i think i got high on the kopi for a few seconds. Super awesome X3 Then was youth worship, played the five string guitar. Like super hard la. But CHeryl and Nat where playing really well so could copy =)(THX) Afetr was SS. I thik i listened a little more this lesson, but he three next to me on my left ah, like super noisy la. What play with leg XP. After church, went to ben and joez house. PLayed Counter and ate Seeweed. Ahhh...the best. My parents picked me up later to go to my cousins place. I could finally see my cousin. Like havent seen her for super long la. She showed me her final year project, really well done. Then ate dinner and watced Devil Wears Parada together. It was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it la! Had a gd time. Then i borrowed a X-Men book from my older cousin and read it the whole night. Now like super hungry...Cant write anymore....ahhhh bye!(dieded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-7425242537160475666?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/7425242537160475666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-longso-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/7425242537160475666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/7425242537160475666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-longso-long.html' title='So Long...so long'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2409585214654004508</id><published>2009-09-15T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:16:53.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued From The 14th. Sort of. OK, Maybe Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I actually forgot ever little bit of info i was going to write. SO FORGETFULLLLL!!!!!! So im just going to blog about today. Woke up at like 6.15am. Super early. But i know people that wake up earlier. So sad for them. Went to bath then read some of my physics work before going to school. Had to reach early because yesterday was late and got scolded. (Oh, i do rmb stuffX3) Then when i got there, GOT HAIR CHECK! ARH! They my form teacher never come so i thought i safe but the form teacher from the other class came kachou me ask me to go. VIce principal ask me and a few others to go borrow scissors then go cut of hair. Like super ugly now la. Had to live with it the whole day. First period was math. The history. After was my favorite period, MT! Slept in the library for 50min. So nice=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Didnt get caught!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;After that was quite boring. Had to go for hip hop. Went through old moves and learned locking. The scobby doo and the skitorabbit. Quite nice when the instructor does it. But when we do it....you get the point. After the sch day, went to gym. For i think like 1.5hrs then went ben and joes house. JOe not even in lor. Doing project i think. So im here now doing this posty. Parents picking me in like 30min. So bbX3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2409585214654004508?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2409585214654004508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/continued-from-14th-sort-of-ok-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2409585214654004508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2409585214654004508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/continued-from-14th-sort-of-ok-maybe.html' title='Continued From The 14th. Sort of. OK, Maybe Not...'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-6397115271767269431</id><published>2009-09-14T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:42:14.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These few days super strange. But fun i guess. Lets start from Sunday. Woke up in joes room. Slept over for the night. Quite fun. Mostly for him.LOL. Then after when to church. Ate breakfast at the Coffee shop. Drank teh-oh-ping. Super nice. Rather then the normal teh-ping i always have. Went to church early to GST. Hmm...can see one at that time. And like everone knows now la. Super strange. Went up to do worship and message by Kenneth Wong.Super boring, so went with the rest of YAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to GST. Again... Then after when we went down. Ate Curry Puff and something else. Sry, cant rmb. Joe, Ian and Khai Soon ate some curry vege thing. Nice.  I wanted to eat but full at that time. Went up to pay guitar before music min needed it. Played alternate songs with khai soon. Feel like joining MM now la. But dont think im pro enough.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; So sad... Then had Sunday School. Talked Super much la. Like i dont think i even listen to much. Besides the hamburger story. Then after joe took out the chewing gum, all hell broke loose. Cheryl, Joe, Zu Wei(Though he didnt really chew....XD) and me all ate. Then wetried to blow bubbles with it. I think i did like 3 or 4 then was to tired to do. Cheryl is like super pro la, ccan do so much. After that went downstairs and talked a little to Ian and the others. Was so tired by the time i got home. Was suppose to study but slept straight away. Like wanted to die already. Satyed awake a little to sms Joe and Cheryl then feel into dream land. When i woke up found out had to go to my parents friends house. I had gone to their place like 4 times already. was super fun. Arh! I need to go from the com lab now. Super retarded. Continue later BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-6397115271767269431?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/6397115271767269431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/6397115271767269431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/6397115271767269431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-work.html' title='Project Work!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2003271135996560395</id><published>2009-09-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:25:44.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way To Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, havent posted for........wow..... Ahh, still cant get how people can blog for so long. This week holiday! WOH! But saturday was quite nice. Went to New Creation church. Very diff i must say from BSC. Alot more...fun i guess. Think im going there every alternate week from now on. Feels better then in BSC. Then yesterday when church(BSC). Compared to NC, really diff. But still have to go there i guess. Have to see friends. Aftre getting a little pissed of, who knows, went to ben and joes house. Like always. But after they went to my house. Stay over. Played like PSP all the way trough the night. Ok. Almost all the way. Slept at 4. Really tired after that. Next morning went to watch BandSlam. Really nice. Now inspired to play in a band la. Go join my friends. Will be super fun!XD Now back at ben and joes. Think this is like my second home lor. Really normal to be here. So tired, need to let of some steam...well bye...i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2003271135996560395?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2003271135996560395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2003271135996560395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2003271135996560395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-to-normal.html' title='Way To Normal'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-8611373312564682196</id><published>2009-03-26T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:58:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrichment Successful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was one fun day. Went to school thinking that it would be an ordinary day. Turned out to be enrichment day. But we where in sch for something called "poetry slam". Thought it was crap at first but the teacher came in and she was so engaging. She was a national winner in canada and had participated in world wide events for poetry slam comperitions. Then we had to do our own poetry slam. We did ours an we thought we sucked but we actually won the small compertition inour class. Then we had to take on the big boys. We had to go up against every single class. The sec and mins dragged on. Eventually it was our turn. We had fun out there i must say. When the results came in, we got 2nd. So happy! Well thats about it =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-8611373312564682196?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/8611373312564682196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/enrichment-successful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/8611373312564682196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/8611373312564682196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/enrichment-successful.html' title='Enrichment Successful!!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-3784093373833109644</id><published>2009-03-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:32:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Please insert your name here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sry about the random title. Cant think of anything else. So there was not much to do this week. Went for a yf event at east coast, played hockey... Nothing to do at night now. And to top i all of, my com keyboard is spoilt. Wish next week is better, back to school. Cant wait to see friends. Ok, need to turn of com soon. Bye =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-3784093373833109644?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/3784093373833109644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-insert-your-name-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3784093373833109644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3784093373833109644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-insert-your-name-here.html' title='(Please insert your name here)'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-1438762933655152421</id><published>2009-03-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:09:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Havent written in so long then some random person forced me to so...here i am.....hi.....hows life.....hope its great......boring.......i know.....kay.....lets do something fun.......think of as many things as u can then write them all down.....now, wasnt that fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-1438762933655152421?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/1438762933655152421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/lone-walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1438762933655152421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1438762933655152421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/03/lone-walker.html' title='Lone Walker'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2805626925421763049</id><published>2009-02-07T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:34:15.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Havnt posted for a long time.NOw very bored. Cant relly remember what i did today or in the week. The only thing is i have made enemies of my math teacher. Kept on making f of her then she found out but i guess she is not that angry. Kept on acting like her.Only difference is i also acted like a drama queen.LOL.Then me and my class kept on laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Also my form teacher wanted to act cute.And she is 50!!!! We are really good friends but sometimes when she tries to act cute or horney,YES HORNEY!!, its really irratating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much else to talk about.BB=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2805626925421763049?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2805626925421763049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2805626925421763049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2805626925421763049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-1390814585376540004</id><published>2009-02-02T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:29:12.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Blog.(Time Monster)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Really dont know why i chose this skin but i have many more so starting to clear up. Today was quite boring.Played hockey by myself during MT then after school played with the sec 3 and 4s. We where almost trashed but one of our pro defenders came in. We are quite good friends so we kept on passing to ech other. It was 4 sec2s V.S 8 sec3 and 4s. WTH!!! Went back home with my friend. He actally brought us half way around singapore.We kept on takingthe bus with him. When i got bac home it was 5.45 then i accidntally sleptin the toilet.LOL=3. Just ate dinner and now talking to friends.BYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-1390814585376540004?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/1390814585376540004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-blogtime-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1390814585376540004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1390814585376540004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-blogtime-monster.html' title='Back to the Blog.(Time Monster)'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-3148374541039246062</id><published>2009-01-26T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:42:08.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS CNY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was quite a nice day. Woke up at 6,i really dont know why, then went to my cousins house. Watched a little tv then went 100m down the road to my grandmas place. Ate lunch and talked about my teacher who my cousin now from his student days. Told me blackmail stories.MUa hahahahaha. Went to my other cousins house but almost everyone had left so we just went to watch tv. Then my parents left me there so i went out with my close cousin. Found a very nice hat which i might wear on sat.Hope i can get it.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-3148374541039246062?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/3148374541039246062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3148374541039246062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3148374541039246062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cny.html' title='ITS CNY!!!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-1253044936233625907</id><published>2009-01-25T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:18:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can say this because i am posting at 1am so its technically tom.LOL. TOday,or yesterday, quite fun la. Went to church then went to friends house.(pics and vids on facebook) WE actually saw a bird die. Damn sad.  I actually cried lor. It got run over by a police car. DAMN THE POLICE!!! THen we also played fose ball, hope spelt corretly. I lost twice but by only 2 points. SO CLOSE. Then after that, took a long trip home then went for reunion dinner. Father's side of the family. When i got there, there where 8 chinese students there. INvited of course. We where tryinf to share the gospel with them. We showed them a show called LITTLE RAIN. Chinese show and it was very touching. About forgivness and happiness. The little girl called Rain is so cuteeeeeeeee!!!! I would write more but quite tired. SEE U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-1253044936233625907?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/1253044936233625907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1253044936233625907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1253044936233625907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY!!!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-8399190233709687378</id><published>2009-01-23T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:46:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THere is holidays?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Cant believe i didnt know that monday was a holiday. I Was going to go out with my friends after church then my mom says should go on monday morning. I Thought she wanted me to skip school.LOL=3. WEll nothing much to post about. ITs only 8.45 am now. Just went for a run. NOthing to do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-8399190233709687378?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/8399190233709687378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/8399190233709687378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/8399190233709687378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-holidays.html' title='THere is holidays?!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-4339232250415687519</id><published>2009-01-23T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:42:40.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai! I wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year and i hope that you will have a Prosperous New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well back to my post. Today went back to school to meet old teachers and friends. I heard that many of my friends from church had elaborate parties and gatherings then when i got to SA the teachers had gone for lunch at holiday inn. Like they knew we where coming then they tou us.LOL Met up with a few old friends and played a little b ball then went to eat. Then played b ball again. Went back with one of my friends who lives near me. We and two other guys always play xbox together. Always compare proness. I think i am third or second. to be first is just to pro. When i came back it was only 3 because SJI ended at 10 so decided to go for a run around serrangoon.Went to church and back. Felt tired after that so went to sleep. Going to visit my realtives later. So Fun. Then on Sunday going out with friends. Still going to come to church. Dont worry=3. Well if anyone wants to go for breakfast tom then just sms me. Free until the camp com meeting in church starts. KK and once again. HAPPY CNY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-4339232250415687519?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/4339232250415687519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4339232250415687519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4339232250415687519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-4969125985666845549</id><published>2009-01-22T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:10:26.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL.CHanged skin so desidede to post more. GOing to be alot more emo from now on. MY CNY resolutions. AM i even entitled to one. WEll i guess resolutions are a way of making change for the better or worse. DEpends on what you decide. WEll waiting for friends now. SO boring....LIfe sucks without a girlfriend.ARH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-4969125985666845549?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/4969125985666845549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4969125985666845549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4969125985666845549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/changed-skin.html' title='Changed skin'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-35014827291343503</id><published>2009-01-22T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:14:32.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy little thing called love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOt sure what i did today. I Cant remember what i did today. What is wrong with me. MAybe my life is becoming less and less interesting. IM sure it is. What am i suppose to do. PLease leave comments on how i can improve my life.SO boring. OH YAY!! HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!WEll i am a pig but the ox is still quite good.LOL!WEll see u tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-35014827291343503?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/35014827291343503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/35014827291343503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/35014827291343503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='crazy little thing called love'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-5025127327465377475</id><published>2009-01-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:15:07.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks! Well sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAnt beleieve this. MY whole life is being taken away from me. NOw i dont have t.v,xbox,psp and even my hockey stick was taken away.WTH! MY parents say cant play because i play too much. THen tomorrow got gym then my parents dont allow me to go. ONly time i get to swim.WHYYYYYYY!!!!! MY parents so bad. BUt i guess some parents are worse but in my books my parents are pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALso in school today i sort of got scolded for standing up and trying to kill my friend. YEsterday, my friend was asking me about one of the physic's formula. THen he think that it was wrong then he go scold me and say i dumb. THen he say he was going to ask the teacher the next day. THen today he ask then he just accepted what the teacher said. THen i turned to him and shouted "thats exactly what i told u la!" AFter he accepted that i was correct then i stood up and started dancing. LUckly the teacher was not looking. OR so i thought. SHe turned around and continued with the lesson. THought i was safe then at the end of the lesson she from the front of the class said " just curious? what was the dance u where doing just now?" Then the whole class started laughng. FUn but embarrasing.MY second moto! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-5025127327465377475?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/5025127327465377475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-sucks-well-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/5025127327465377475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/5025127327465377475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-sucks-well-sort-of.html' title='Life sucks! Well sort of.'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2907583184638061468</id><published>2009-01-20T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:15:42.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its An Old Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEll today was more exciting then yesterday. HUrt myself twice. FIrst was when i was bathing then the water very hot.AHHH!!! STill feel the burn. THen the other was in school.CUt myself with a pen knife. NOt emo! WAs doing notes during chinese period.(ALl u people think i slack and sleep during chinese right.WEll think again!)THen needed a pencil for notes but my friend stole my pencil so i had to use another. THe catch is that it had broken and i had no pencil sharpener so i decided to carve out the pencil lead. AFter i finished i "sharpened". LOoked ok so i started getting playful. THen tried to cut my pencil box. THen excidentally cut my finger in the process. BUt at least i can still sms.LOL. NOw going to sleep because going to watch OBamas inauguration service later tonight. GOing to talk about that tom or later tonight if i have time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALso as khai soon has said in the cbox. I GOT HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GETTING IT FOR GOOD RESULTS IN LAST YEARS O'S.YATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2907583184638061468?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2907583184638061468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-old-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2907583184638061468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2907583184638061468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-old-day.html' title='Its An Old Day!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-205345332916608457</id><published>2009-01-19T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:16:17.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For some reason yesterday i very emo. When i emo i write more.LOL*_* Today very boring. just go to school then... only good news is that we have a holiday next friday because of good results.SO GOOD!!! YATA!!! wow i really dont know what to write. What to say?What to say? Oh i know. Going to give a quote. Lets pick. Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom: the desire for desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually had a fight about this phrase in class. first was about how sick it was. well thats only because the asses thought of it as sick. the other fight was about how this quote can lead to alot of us being distracted in class. well the fight was with the class and the teacher so. We where too happy to think of other things during lessons.DAYDREAM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-205345332916608457?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/205345332916608457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/205345332916608457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/205345332916608457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-4666995672661659902</id><published>2009-01-18T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:17:12.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please read the post before this to.THx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This a reviewed version of one of my old essays. Please comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How was it all taken away from me? My family. My friends. My whole life was destroyed just because of one wave. Now all that was left was rubble and the memories of what I once had. None of us expected anything like this to happen. It was just an ordinary day here in the village…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahmed! Ahmed! Wake up!” my dad shouted. It was my dad trying to wake me up. As usual I was fast asleep in my bed. It was Sunday morning and I had been out fishing with my friends the night before. We would most times go out at eleven in the night and sneak back into our houses early the next morning. The only drawback to the fun we had was that the next day, every single one of us would feel “half dead”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahmed! Ahmed! Wake up! The Gods have finally blessed us!” Even though I was tired, the last sentence had caught my attention. I quickly sprung out of my bed, got changed and dashed out to where my father was. What I say next shocked me. The whole beach was littered with fish! Around six to eight men where already there at the beach picking up the fish and putting them into baskets. “Come on Ahmed! Come help me pick up the fish!” My father was holding a basket full of fish. “What happened Bapa?” “Son, the gods have blessed us. They have sent fish from the havens for us. They have answered our prayers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent another few minutes picking up the fish before we headed back to the house. We had collected two baskets full of fish. Enough to last us six months! But most of it would be sold at the local market so that we could use the money and buy other food supplies. It was turning out to be a fantastic day. Fish coming from the havens. What could be next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had given me the task of gutting and separating the fish for it to be sold in the market. I was still doing the mundane task thirty minutes after. I was getting tired of seeing the insides of fish and was about to stop when something else strange happened. Sounds of animals rang out throughout the village. Dogs where barking, birds where chirping and almost every single animal looked like it had gone mad. The bigger animals where already breaking out of their enclosures. It was havoc in the village, as though a curse had been passed over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I suddenly heard a loud booming sound coming from the shore. People started screaming and I could hear the sounds of buildings slowly starting to crumble. I dashed outside the house to see what was happening. When I got out, I could see that almost half the village was being destroyed by a large amount of water which was devouring everything. It seemed as though the sea was on a mission to destroy everything in its patch and it knew nothing could stop its destructive powers. When my parents came out, they where as shocked as me. I guess we where spared because our house was located on one of the low hills in the village. I started to hear another wave and when I turned to the sea, I saw a wave rushing towards us. I could tell that even our home would not be protected by this wave. My parents and I started running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We where aiming to get to the hills on the other side of the village. I am sure the waters can’t reach us there. As we ran, I could hear the cries of people crying out for help as they drowned underneath the water and rubble. The damage the waves had made was incredible. Even the more modern homes in the village had been reduced to rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bapa!” My father had fallen into the water and he was trapped between the rubble. My mom was on the other side trying to help him but there was not much she could do. I was in the best position to help him. I started running towards him. When I got there and tried to help him he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Son, don’t try and save me. My body is old and worn out. The times have finally caught up with me. I don’t want you dieing too because of me. Save your mom. Look after her. Cherish her and love her as I have. I will always be a part of you. If the gods have chosen for this to happen to me then I shall accept it. I have been always been looking out for you and I will continue from the heavens if the gods allow me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But dad, I cant jus..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go son. Go!” my father shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between helping my dad and saving myself. The question “what should I do?” kept on repeating itself in my head. I decided to run. I ran as fast I could, trying not to look back and regretting what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually made it up to the hill. The waves had stopped by the time I had got up but the flooding continued on for days. By then rescue teams had already arrived and had carried us inland to neighboring villages. When everything was over, I had gone back to my village to look for my parents. Walking through the village, tears started running down my face. “There is no way anyone is still alive after this.” Some of the rescue officers had said “No point in trying to find anyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to where my house was located. Part of my house was still standing so I when in, sat down on the floor and started crying. Why. Why do these things have to happen? What is wrong with the gods?&lt;br /&gt;Why…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-4666995672661659902?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/4666995672661659902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-read-post-before-this-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4666995672661659902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4666995672661659902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-read-post-before-this-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-9093265140017206168</id><published>2009-01-18T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:18:57.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really dont know how u guys do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I really dont know how u guys do it?", this phrase has come into my mind alot during my life. Can be realated to anything from "HOw do u put that psp game in"(I cant believe i didnt know it before). BUt there are bigger things that i use that sentence in. Bigger problems where i compare myself to other people. My way of life for some reason is putting my self down. Most thoughts in my mind are nnever of what i can do but being jelous of what others can do. That is something i have to get rid of. Just that recently this spectrum of thought has increased dramtically. "Life is unfair" my motto. One of my friends in church as pointed out what i am right now and what i have been doing to the people around me. I really would like to thank him but what stops me is the way he let out the fact to me. That ass! Well...not much else to say but... BEN,DONT FREAKING THINK THAT I OR ANYONE ELSE WOULD LOSE TO U IN TENNIS.JUST WATCH AND WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-9093265140017206168?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/9093265140017206168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-dont-know-how-u-guys-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/9093265140017206168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/9093265140017206168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-dont-know-how-u-guys-do-it.html' title='I really dont know how u guys do it.'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-1636937437461018603</id><published>2009-01-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:58:12.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is just an illusion used to block out hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey.Sry i could not blog yesterday.To many things. Gym,homework...Today not much to do.Trying to redo my compo for a compertition.NOT FUN AT ALL.Going to YF later. Yap Xiong,our "leader", has a race in bedok. Will be hooking up with another group. After that going out to eat with my grandma. Saturday, quite a boring day.hmm.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-1636937437461018603?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/1636937437461018603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-just-illusion-used-to-block-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1636937437461018603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1636937437461018603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-just-illusion-used-to-block-out.html' title='Love is just an illusion used to block out hate.'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-1914738491037099783</id><published>2009-01-15T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:08:50.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hey everyone. How u doing? So fun today. My new lesson on guitar started today. Learning songwriting also. Cords quite easy but still songwriting is quite hard. As our teacher says "it must come from the heart". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Also today played hockey. Dont think that is a big surprise to most of u who know me. Half way through, we decided that the pitch was too dry so we decided to water it. We tried to connect the hose but it did not work so we had to hold it there. The water kept on spraying out and by the time we gave up, all of us where drenched head to toe. So wet! After the wet experience, i felt a little drunk. NOT AFTER DRINKING BEER! DONT WORRY! Just felt... So i started sleeping on the hockey pitch. Looking at the clouds.Thinking about life,other people,specific people... wait written to much. Then when it was time to play games, i still felt drunk so as we played i played 'drunken fist' style. So fun, hurt like 3 people. Mua hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Now at home doing work. So boring. And if any of u can think of a good ghost story, please give it to joe. He going for some compertition. Good luck joe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-1914738491037099783?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/1914738491037099783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1914738491037099783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/1914738491037099783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all.html' title='Hey All!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-540721694336868383</id><published>2009-01-14T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:14:08.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What fun is life without friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally. I got some official school work i have to do on the com.Now i can use. Never been this happy to have homework. But i also have some normal work. SO MUCH!! 8 worksheets by friday. All like 30 questions. Then got compo to do by friday to. TO MUCH!! But all sec students get used to it eventually so...(why am i over reacting)Just want to ask Ben,Joe,Cheryl or Brennan. This is a math formula i learned today. See if it makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;devided by &lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;a*a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;--- = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;a*a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;devided by &lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2-2 = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;= 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;According to a rule that we learned, this is correct. All the small numbers is 'to the power of'. Does this make sense to u. Just want to know.THX=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-540721694336868383?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/540721694336868383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-fun-is-life-without-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/540721694336868383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/540721694336868383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-fun-is-life-without-friends.html' title='What fun is life without friends?'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-4199291230308795930</id><published>2009-01-13T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:37:18.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Your Having Fun! I'm Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before i go on with saying anything else, i have to say two things. Firstly, the timing of post on my blog is messed up. Secondly, hope u like the music:) Work starting to come in. Training for hockey to. But today quite fun because we went gym then swimming. We swam some laps then went a played takedown in the smaller pool. Everyone got tackled except me. So Pro! Trying to be the most slack class com member in class. Even my teacher says i am slack. But who cares. Getting good marks, getting good friends, getting into good realtionships and getting to hit some sec 1s with hockey sticks. Now thats what life is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-4199291230308795930?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/4199291230308795930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-your-having-fun-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4199291230308795930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/4199291230308795930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-your-having-fun-im-not.html' title='Hope Your Having Fun! I&apos;m Not.'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-3767403335246804107</id><published>2009-01-11T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:58:14.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Computer. NO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cant use the com at home so using the com in school. Today had some service for welcoming the sec 1. Slept through most of it. The only part which i did wake up was when our new principal gave a talk. Our old principal had a catch phrase"I urge you". So when our new principal used it, the whole school started laughing and our new principal didnt get the joke. Even after we got a scolding from him we continued laughing.Well not much else to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-3767403335246804107?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/3767403335246804107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-computer-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3767403335246804107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/3767403335246804107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-computer-no.html' title='No Computer. NO!!!!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2962190787113073690</id><published>2009-01-10T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:00:51.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Is a TWIT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom says i cant do two sports.Doing hockey now then want to do tennis. My mom wants me to go with her to gym on tennis days.WTF!~!Then she say is also tired.I go to the gym twice a week, i go with her for what?! Then half my friends do two sports and the other half do three.Why..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2962190787113073690?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2962190787113073690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mom-is-twit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2962190787113073690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2962190787113073690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mom-is-twit.html' title='My Mom Is a TWIT!!!'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2317870349508922695.post-2348313453924482895</id><published>2009-01-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:58:16.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School The Old And The New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;First week of school so boring. All we do is talk to friends, dont listen to the teacher... SO BORING!!! I even slept through the second half of school. I dont take chinese so chinese period was after recess. I started sleeping and slept through the rest of the day.Zzz.. The only interesting thing is the music lessons. My class was the first class to take the class in 30 years. Not much of a big deal but a little fun la. Learning how music affects peoples minds. Going to try it out on my site by playing different types of music. See if there is any diff in how people read the blog. Well its a new day. Its a new week. ITS A NEW LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2317870349508922695-2348313453924482895?l=loveisbreakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/feeds/2348313453924482895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-old-and-new_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2348313453924482895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2317870349508922695/posts/default/2348313453924482895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisbreakable.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-old-and-new_10.html' title='School The Old And The New'/><author><name>Jr. Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355598189297558584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATYk4PwxNhA/SNNRHwkm_cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_UwGxkgkNc/S220/bleach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
