<?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-3073607537555068685</id><updated>2012-01-30T04:48:23.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangekyou Kokoro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-8299533493442210301</id><published>2008-02-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:42:23.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have moved! =D&lt;br /&gt;www.lunarrior.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-8299533493442210301?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/8299533493442210301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=8299533493442210301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8299533493442210301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8299533493442210301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-moved-d-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1377631641794754107</id><published>2008-01-14T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:07:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never felt so disappointed in my life.And to think that the disappointment was you. Never ever expected it. Why can't you just keep your promise? Why can't you just stop changing your words for a while?&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know wad to do. Feeling so.... I bet you are still laughing away. Maybe even after your read this. Maybe the joke was true after all. Maybe you dunt even have a heart. Well nevertheless i may still find myself regretting and taking back my words in the future. A man with too much heart?&lt;br /&gt;Gullible?&lt;br /&gt;Naive?&lt;br /&gt;Too kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hearts do you think i have? Again and again my heart has ignored disappiontments after disappiontments from you. Until this, when we were just a small distance apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Fate only works for hearted ppl, and now you have depleted mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1377631641794754107?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1377631641794754107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1377631641794754107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1377631641794754107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1377631641794754107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-felt-so-disappointed-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3459465919329733824</id><published>2007-11-16T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:28:19.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Fish ball! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list top 5 presents you wish for :&lt;br /&gt;1) Fren outings!&lt;br /&gt;2) Pocket money during hols!&lt;br /&gt;3) Hw to be done! hahas&lt;br /&gt;4) Inspiration for **** (not telling you! =DD)&lt;br /&gt;5) Kbox!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass this quiz to ten person that you wish you knew how they felt about you :&lt;br /&gt;1)Shelyce!&lt;br /&gt;2)Jaselyn!&lt;br /&gt;3)Joriey Candy!&lt;br /&gt;4)Simin!&lt;br /&gt;5)Manda Soh!&lt;br /&gt;6)Jeremy Ling!&lt;br /&gt;7)Peggy!&lt;br /&gt;8)Valerie!&lt;br /&gt;9)Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;10)Vishnu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)who is no.7 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;not sure? the mirror? the camera? hees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)who is no.9 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;another brain freezer! gosh... i admit i dunno kays? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)if no.9 and no.10 are tgth , wil it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm humans being together.... gd rite? dunno... =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)what about no.4 and no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, frens wad! nothing more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)what is no.3 studying?&lt;br /&gt;LOL of all ppl... KK amaths? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)when was the last time you chatted with no.6?&lt;br /&gt;last week? hmm =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)does no.4 work?&lt;br /&gt;haha . havent talked to her lately. think she might :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)does no.8 have any cousin in the school?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YES! And a pretty one too! :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)will you woo no.8?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ermm ermm... she'll scold me... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)how about no.5?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NO!!! Darren'll cum punch! blek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)does no.2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;haha how i knoe? i'll ask her later =PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)how did you get to know no.3&amp;4?&lt;br /&gt;2 Peace and Frenster respectively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)where does no.1 live?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)how did you get to know no. 2?&lt;br /&gt;Fren introduce! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) is no. 5 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Haha ya la ya la!&lt;br /&gt;later Darren cum punch again!!! lol two balakuu! T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3459465919329733824?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3459465919329733824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3459465919329733824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3459465919329733824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3459465919329733824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-by-fish-ball-dd-list-top-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-8158583935764543727</id><published>2007-11-09T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:01:56.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, finally feeling the familiar texture of my keyboard. A few days ago my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I was slacking in the other room while my bro was in the bedroom playing his computer. Then my mother call call call nobody answer so she chiong up and see wad we doing…. Then she saw my bro playing comp, so she very angry that my bro ignore her, and she wan take away both of our computers. NOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my brother fight by putting his hands all over his comp and at last my mother nvr take his comp. But my comp kana taken by her… so this few days I had to go on a diet; starvation style!  No computer to use…. Finally she gave the computer back…. Hahas that’s the price of having laptops (they are too &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;portable&lt;/span&gt;) =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few hours (or mins) ago limmy gave me a shock… she said got some fren of mine irritating ppl…. Hmm… gotta check that out. Probably some busy body bahs… hahas cool down ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the month got one day I come back from somewhere then my father black face… He tell me my phone de sms burst until three thousand…. Scary sia… first time burst until so much… well xi guan jiu hao lo… anw he said he will b changing the line to the card, so I can top up myself… pretty good idea I think... no more nagging from parents abt phone bill =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw pretty much comments abt the drinking session during de chalet in shengliang’s blog… hahas he pretty much summed it all up beautifully…. The champion should be jian fa, in my opinion… (as KO de drinker equal to disqualified?) Hahas I KOed pretty badly, well… did some really stupid stuff… not that I dunt remember, but very idiotic… hahas WE WERE HIGH…. &gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages sent to me may be replied late cause my phone has been showing problems lately….Besides the problem of no messaging alert, the dictionary now no longer remembers any new words and the headphones have some fuzzy static sound when you plug it in….haix..just let it be ba…dunt be too dependent on technology…. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew this pic on msn a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RzSgcoRMjzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w219BBHhEj8/s1600-h/untitledfdfd.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RzSgcoRMjzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w219BBHhEj8/s320/untitledfdfd.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130902289188163378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago (before computer incident) I was on the comp when the sky was very dark… around 4 oclock bahs… then got somebody tok to me on msn… pretty surprised, cause it is so late at night (or so early in the morning if whichever you prefer) Then I recognized… is my very long time ago de maple fren, I led her from henesys to perion once… so long time ago nia… hhas. Then she also forgot le, even forgot who I am…lol then say hi to me for wad..funny sia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic, abt the conversation. At first is all the intro… but then got one part dam funny… she is abt 20 liao; then I got dp put there and she was guessing my age… “23?” hahas no, good guess ~(actually very bad =PP) “18?” was her final try before she gave up… hahas then I told her my age… she no respond… funny nia..so I go back do my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly got nudge. It was her again… then she start consulting me abt all the love and boyfren stuff…pretty freaked out, but I didn’t show, maintained my calm… got one sentence she said really made me raise eyebrow lor, hahas… she said, “if he loves me then why doesn’t he wan to have s£x with me?” so I just typed the conventional answ lor, wad mr brian koh said…but nowhere as wise as him.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at last the convo was drawing to an end,  I was like “I nid to go le” and she just keep toking…haha so at last she ask, “so should I say bb or say I love you to him…” Raise eyebrows again.  I was really very sleepy by that time… so I said, “your choice, if cannot, go ask him lor….” LOLS… Then signed off, PHEW~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-8158583935764543727?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/8158583935764543727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=8158583935764543727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8158583935764543727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8158583935764543727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-everyone-finally-feeling-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RzSgcoRMjzI/AAAAAAAAAwU/w219BBHhEj8/s72-c/untitledfdfd.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6266370472462590351</id><published>2007-10-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:53:07.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/70/36/32/703632_5292367bda42740lqr4p84.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on liangster's blog&lt;br /&gt;lol why got so many woman de.... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6266370472462590351?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6266370472462590351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6266370472462590351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6266370472462590351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6266370472462590351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/10/found-this-on-liangsters-blog-lol-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7837589164601321699</id><published>2007-10-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:57:37.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RyNt3btikNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GNGG5l6FC_w/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RyNt3btikNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GNGG5l6FC_w/s320/pain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126061599976755410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffled sounds drifted from the ajar door into the ears of the captive. Darkness surrounded his otherwise naked body. The only thing that adorned him was a sickly ray of light shining across his torso like a white sash. His hands were clenched in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A former Chinese boxer,” the voices outside said, “We found this Chinese recruit lying under a banyan tree after the skirmish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices faded. The captive tried to recall what happened, his sweaty brow furrowed in concentration. Drops of blood oozed out of his wounds and mingled with his perspiration, running down his arms, thigh and feet. All he could think was pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dusk. The regiment was approaching the temporary Japanese base situated near some Malay settlement. The setting sun painted the landscape red, and soon it would really be; red with blood. It was only a few moments before the invasion started. The man and his comrades charged towards the sloppily built tents and opened fire, bullets bursting from the tip of their rifles. The Japanese soldiers screamed in horror and pain as bullets reduced their bodies into bloody shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the man fell, as if knocked over by some unseen force. All instincts told him to run for cover. Every step was a step of agony. Eventually he reached the banyan tree. He collapsed in pain, blood pouring from the gaping bullet hole on his thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captive tried to move his blood-soaked arms. They were chained to the wall. Now he could see through the darkness, and the walls of the room were decorated with implements of torture, implements of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whack!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cane smashed onto the bare flesh of the boy. He was back in his childhood home, a kampong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told you not the feed the beggar!” his step mother screeched, continuing to thrash him. Stroke after stroke landed, the boy howled in pain. The boy had been through the wrath of his petty and selfish step mother many times before. Nevertheless nothing could deter him from going back to the beggar and feeding him. This was how he was brought up, experiencing a childhood of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was now in a boxing ring. The audience howled as the man landed a crushing blow onto the opponent. The opponent retaliated by landing a volley of blows to the man’s solar plexus. The man withstood the pain and made his retribution, finally leaving the opponent on the ground, writhing in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was now in the recruit camp, hours before the fateful skirmish. He was recruited for his physical prowess and his endurance. The man stood up, legs aching, but no pain can deter him from fighting the Japanese, for fighting his country….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was back in the interrogation room, and darkness once again surrounded him. Footsteps approached the door. The man’s breathing quickened, just like when he was thrashed by his mother, just like when he fought his opponent in the boxing ring, just like when he was shot. His mind was made up; no amount of pain can deter him from achieving his goals, and no amount of pain can force him to betray his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door finally opened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7837589164601321699?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7837589164601321699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7837589164601321699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7837589164601321699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7837589164601321699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/10/pain-muffled-sounds-drifted-from-ajar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RyNt3btikNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GNGG5l6FC_w/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6670102002150070433</id><published>2007-10-11T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:28:54.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendster got friggin' problem under maintainance....&lt;br /&gt;damned pissed la&lt;br /&gt;@#$#@$#@@%%!!!&lt;br /&gt;the EOYs also so hard&lt;br /&gt;so darn pissed&lt;br /&gt;and this two days supposed to rest de lor...&lt;br /&gt;still no time have to do this and do that&lt;br /&gt;no quality time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And sorry for not being able to company u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands still feel numb after all those laundry&lt;br /&gt;well logging off&lt;br /&gt;gotta eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;take cares &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6670102002150070433?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6670102002150070433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6670102002150070433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6670102002150070433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6670102002150070433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendster-got-friggin-problem-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5242237909114685771</id><published>2007-09-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:32:57.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaa spas night with her....&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;couldn't mugg&lt;br /&gt;now i have to mugg.... T.T&lt;br /&gt;jiayous everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5242237909114685771?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5242237909114685771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5242237909114685771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5242237909114685771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5242237909114685771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/09/hahaa-spas-night-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-4666111803436412336</id><published>2007-09-25T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:05:29.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RvjcjvwKhvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/js3qGETDRDk/s1600-h/31082007116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RvjcjvwKhvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/js3qGETDRDk/s320/31082007116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114079883551213298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha outside bitter, inside sweet, middle hard as rock! what is that? Plum? lol no... its friendship! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rvjcj_wKhwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/sOKqvRQnUGo/s1600-h/31082007115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rvjcj_wKhwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/sOKqvRQnUGo/s320/31082007115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114079887846180610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahhahahahahaa the sun too bright? something's to hott?? YEAH!! funny nia....&lt;br /&gt;manda will kill me if she sees this....&lt;br /&gt;if you see me dead tomorro you all know who do de!&lt;br /&gt;lol joking joking XPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs coming! only less than one week! jiayous ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-4666111803436412336?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4666111803436412336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=4666111803436412336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4666111803436412336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4666111803436412336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-outside-bitter-inside-sweet-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RvjcjvwKhvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/js3qGETDRDk/s72-c/31082007116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7841043021131850677</id><published>2007-08-22T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T04:51:39.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loong time</title><content type='html'>a picture says a thousand words.....&lt;br /&gt;well 10 pics shows... maybe ten thousand words?&lt;br /&gt;wow I've written a ten thousand word post with these pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5q27iExI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6OuKZju0R3s/s1600-h/23082007042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5q27iExI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6OuKZju0R3s/s320/23082007042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101586255110607634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5rW7iEyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0Das9y4jabk/s1600-h/23082007043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5rW7iEyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0Das9y4jabk/s320/23082007043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101586263700542242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5rm7iEzI/AAAAAAAAAts/r_5r1O9R6AU/s1600-h/23082007044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5rm7iEzI/AAAAAAAAAts/r_5r1O9R6AU/s320/23082007044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101586267995509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no improvement..... &gt;.&lt; Jiayous everyone~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVNtG7iE0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/We89pcse2ls/s1600-h/23082007045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVNtG7iE0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/We89pcse2ls/s320/23082007045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104071190044087106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish dreams.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVNtG7iE1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/fxDiQcYgygE/s1600-h/23082007046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVNtG7iE1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/fxDiQcYgygE/s320/23082007046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104071190044087122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOqW7iE2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Gwdk2IX9Cy0/s1600-h/24082007052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOqW7iE2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Gwdk2IX9Cy0/s320/24082007052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104072242311074658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOqm7iE3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/fP_Ps0FdYus/s1600-h/24082007053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOqm7iE3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/fP_Ps0FdYus/s320/24082007053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104072246606041970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOq27iE4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/OPQ7f2Gkdbw/s1600-h/24082007055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOq27iE4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/OPQ7f2Gkdbw/s320/24082007055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104072250901009282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOrG7iE5I/AAAAAAAAAuc/W9ogzV9RGMc/s1600-h/24082007060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOrG7iE5I/AAAAAAAAAuc/W9ogzV9RGMc/s320/24082007060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104072255195976594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE BEAUTI OF NATURE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOrG7iE6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ngM-HZggV_Q/s1600-h/24082007065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVOrG7iE6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ngM-HZggV_Q/s320/24082007065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104072255195976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited over nothing..... the experiment was screwed up by "someone", lols..... That someone not in the pic.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVPyG7iE7I/AAAAAAAAAus/kjae0nsHvwQ/s1600-h/24082007068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVPyG7iE7I/AAAAAAAAAus/kjae0nsHvwQ/s320/24082007068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104073474966688690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute seh..... ninininininininininininininini!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQYW7iE8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/K6Kk57AX2tE/s1600-h/24082007070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQYW7iE8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/K6Kk57AX2tE/s320/24082007070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074132096684994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQYm7iE9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/nv4htjLwgwI/s1600-h/24082007071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQYm7iE9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/nv4htjLwgwI/s320/24082007071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074136391652306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQY27iE-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/zPi21bv0Cfc/s1600-h/24082007072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQY27iE-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/zPi21bv0Cfc/s320/24082007072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074140686619618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chains of death encircling me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQY27iE_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/8AVEteH5TB0/s1600-h/27082007100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQY27iE_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/8AVEteH5TB0/s320/27082007100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074140686619634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowowowoowow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQZG7iFAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/c4ifKm73pU8/s1600-h/27082007102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQZG7iFAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/c4ifKm73pU8/s320/27082007102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074144981586946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQ827iFBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_ChMZd5oE0Y/s1600-h/28082007104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RtVQ827iFBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_ChMZd5oE0Y/s320/28082007104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104074759161910290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher! I see someone drowning!"&lt;br /&gt;lols canal flood! XPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas went to AMK hubby to watch secret with Sandra and they all, met simin on the way.... Went in late and missed the first 15 mins. &gt;.&lt; It was pretty enjoyable and the twist in the plot really kept our eyes riveted on the screen. At last my soft drink still left more than half! lols! ;D hahas but i feel very sad for jay's father in the show, cuz he would be sooooo sad when he went to the demolished site and find Jay gone! He's such a good man, poor thing~.... =(&lt;br /&gt;I wished they put the song in the show and not only in the ending credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!! A picture truly speaks a thousand words! No pic then i type so much! lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7841043021131850677?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7841043021131850677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7841043021131850677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7841043021131850677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7841043021131850677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/08/loong-time.html' title='Loong time'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rsx5q27iExI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6OuKZju0R3s/s72-c/23082007042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7685998716110752445</id><published>2007-08-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:47:29.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaay!! simpson simpsons!!! Damn retarded kia.... Funny but ppl nvr laugh alot, maybe all trying to control? hahas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to eat, and found out a new combo from esther: Octopus balls+mayo+chili sauce..... maybe i would want to try it out some day.... but substitute the chilli with ketchup =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went up food court to talk.... after awhile, manda wanted to rush home to watch GhOsT wHiSpErEr. So yanrong and esta followed. I checked the time, time to go home also.... so i followed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went out of J8, guess who we met? MISS TAY!!! hahahahaha YAYY!! Such a surprise meeting her so late at night. She was talking on the phone when we met her. then she gave us a tin of cookies. So SWEET. She was meeting someone, so we anyhow joked that was it her BF.... Turned out to be her father, lol. Then she hugged yanrong and said she is very happy to have us as a form class.... AWWW.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bus stop, went into a buying spree cause did not have enough change for bus, then anyhow buy stuff like newspaper and yakult....lol. Yanrong and Esta later giv me some change, THANKS Folks!!! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7685998716110752445?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7685998716110752445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7685998716110752445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7685998716110752445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7685998716110752445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/08/yaay-simpson-simpsons-damn-retarded-kia.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7008023111541073315</id><published>2007-07-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:36:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha during the weekend attended Bendexter's church youth cell group, pretty enjoyable experience there and I've got to say that he has some pretty bombastic friends there, not to mention some that are also "men of few words"....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip there was pretty uneventful, when waiting for the bus it suddenly dawned to me that I didn't bring any money.... Had to rush home to get some, then saw my key so I took it with me (kaisu). Halfway found out pocket got hole and the key was gone, spent a few minutes retracing my steps to look for it, but to no avail. And I was LATE!!! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa I liked the name of the woman in the cell group (dexter knows, and he would laugh if he sees this), it seemed like she was organizing it, although she was not the leader. But shes really really nice and smart. Did not join them for dinner though, my father wanted to bring me to my granny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New car New car!! Yay my father finally changed his car, it looks cool. and its bigger, Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched High School Musical on TV just now, such a great movie, I didn't catch it on the theaters last year... pity. Well the songs are fabulous and so true, Disney's really good in blending stories into the songs. Pity I can't sing all of the songs, cause as i have moaned and grouched abt it again and again, tenor songs aren't for basses to sing....sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7008023111541073315?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7008023111541073315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7008023111541073315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7008023111541073315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7008023111541073315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-during-weekend-attended-bendexters.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2413058715537131664</id><published>2007-07-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:56:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.....Just came home from the doctor. Damn absent minded, I went to school when i was sick, then so troublesome must come home again.... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling horrible now, Aching all over, Lethargic, Congested, Feverish....Screw that sore throat, what happened to my voice? urgghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday was tiring but great. I woke up late for flagday and ended up as a one man group. Had a quarrel with some freak from another class outside the mrt.... Alvin broke us up, Thanks Alvin! ;) Then met some of my frens, couldn't help feeling sad when I met them, the good times we shared.... now it seems like they are over, aren't they? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and slept for an hour, I was really beat. Then I woke up to go to Oonie's bday pt!!! YAY!!! At first when I came down the bus I was lost. Then I heard some ppl screaming, and some yellow shining lights. Ahh! the BBQ!! Half of the time was spent lighting the fire, and another half spent sustaining it, lol. Had a really great time, Thanks Miss Oon! We will miss u!! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2413058715537131664?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2413058715537131664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2413058715537131664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2413058715537131664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2413058715537131664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3521817125612376380</id><published>2007-07-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:24:01.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Jolina your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Sheng Liang is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Jeremy for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Amanda is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Valerie is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Dexter is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Dexter changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Hinwen is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Hinwen has a hidden internet romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right this gave me laughs, and i spilled my coke, literally. Dexter? Changing lovers like underwear? WTH la hahaha..... But the Valerie one is the same for both manda's answer and mine....hmmm pretty accurate perhaps? But it's mostly just a funny load of stuff for us to laugh at. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3521817125612376380?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3521817125612376380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3521817125612376380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3521817125612376380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3521817125612376380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-you-really-think-of-your-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1929652834142591179</id><published>2007-07-08T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:36:03.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, long time no blog. And now I'm back, again, but not for long though. I probably have to quit blogging for sometime after this, o level(s) coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Levels - or should I say O Level, because I'm only taking one subject this year. Chinese. Yes the dreaded Chinese. 11 of July, 3 days from now, is my orals. Ahhh!! I don't think I'm prepared! Today at church my friend said that the Chinese O levels is easy, and that her whole class got As. After some relentless pressing and re-asking, she said, "Yeah, So easy, our class take CL Lit one wad." Damn..... Of course it's easy for her and her class, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, what to do without you. Why can't you just tell me, the reason behind all this. Urrgh.... It's driving me crazy. Seeing you all day and the uncertainty you give me. My hopes are like a roller coaster, shooting up and down all the time. If I draw it on a graph paper, I can't imagine how many tangents I have to calculate and how many points of inversion it will have. All I want is this to be over. Over in a good way, and that all our hurt will be gone. Now all I can do is to pray, and hand it to God. May God help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1929652834142591179?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1929652834142591179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1929652834142591179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1929652834142591179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1929652834142591179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7033125812159737069</id><published>2007-07-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:19:29.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please read the rules first: Each player of the game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end , you'll need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think to be a girl is cute.... But being a guy is cool, hahas&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing on the back of your hand is nice, especially when using a red pen and writing with your left hand.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't watch porn. heehees....&lt;br /&gt;4. Skirts are cooler than jeans (literally)&lt;br /&gt;5. I love bitter and strong tea, without sugar or milk.&lt;br /&gt;6. The power of the mind enthralls me.... mind over matter....muahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(if you can read this message now, means you are now hypnotized)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 6 unlucky random ppl I'm hypnotizing:&lt;br /&gt;-Andrew&lt;br /&gt;-Simin&lt;br /&gt;-Manda Soh&lt;br /&gt;-Hinny Winny&lt;br /&gt;-Peggae&lt;br /&gt;-Juvenile Julia&lt;br /&gt;O.o Banish Freewill and human rights!!!! There shall be no more freewill....Only my will -Quote: Yuri &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from Yuri's Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7033125812159737069?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7033125812159737069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7033125812159737069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7033125812159737069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7033125812159737069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-read-rules-first-each-player-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3727118547239592409</id><published>2007-06-18T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:50:53.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Elektra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/elektra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no superhero with more style than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3727118547239592409?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3727118547239592409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3727118547239592409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3727118547239592409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3727118547239592409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-elektra-theres-really-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3124133662973277538</id><published>2007-06-09T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:48:02.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs.....Soo bored, and I'm sure everybodi will ditto that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss school.... Not that it's fun, but at least its something. Something to fill in those boring spaces, something to color our piece of colorless life. Grante, school may be grey, especially when lessons are on, but at least grey is still a color, much better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm watching naruto now, but in a few mins that will be over too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sheer boredomness I drew a few pics, inked them, scanned them, but no time to color them; my mum is always sing this damned comp. Sigh....No color...hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study also no motivation, i need some support from someone else, hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, i don't even feel like blogging now, tomorro then, byess!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3124133662973277538?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3124133662973277538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3124133662973277538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3124133662973277538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3124133662973277538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6143061782679252539</id><published>2007-06-06T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:55:05.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: December 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jesus's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are From Jupiter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/jupiter.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exuberantly curious - and you love to explore newness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and optimistic, you get a kick out of stimulating intellectual discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign cultures and languages fascinate you. You love the outdoors, animals, and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you tend to exaggerate, so try to keep a lid on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you'll continue to be known for your confidence, generosity, and sense of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... i thought men were from mars, women from venus? =PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain is 73% Female, 27% Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit....hohoho... so tt yin/yang thing was rite larrh.... hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment.... XPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Date a Virgo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/virgo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding, picky, and a total perfectionist - there's no way you want to live up to Virgo's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you couldn't please a Virgo... you would just hate yourself for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Libra, Leo, Aquarius, or Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuuuu!!! I want date Pisces!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 83% Tortured Genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/"&gt;Are You a Tortured Genius?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhahaaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6143061782679252539?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6143061782679252539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6143061782679252539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6143061782679252539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6143061782679252539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-birthdate-december-24-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5578820969415365041</id><published>2007-06-06T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:47:30.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I'm a SAGITTARIUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, they say the element of fire is the prerequisite to lighting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFF8C2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmms.... mayb? =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#9CDCDC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C9EAEA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're loyal to your friends... to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do value getting your way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a little lying is required to do that, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few white lies never hurt anyone (at least, that's what you tell yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your needs always come first, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll possibly help someone else out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only if it helps you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have much to be humble about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might as well promote yourself, because no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty special person, and you let everyone know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahh....I veri honest de horr..... stupid thingy.... X((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh I thought should be Coral de? the thingy say one wad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The True You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to do more for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red one de wrooong horr..... no matter who, no matter how hard is it i will nvr give up even if she will not say "yes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, since I'm fire, since i'm saggitarius..... decribes me well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5578820969415365041?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5578820969415365041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5578820969415365041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5578820969415365041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5578820969415365041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-element-is-fire-your-passion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6316512020663626920</id><published>2007-06-04T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:55:16.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: November 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Oval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe is it a joke or wad..... it granted, it is me... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this is tooo coincidental luhh..... i was not expecting something, but after all those questions: a centaur..... which is so coincidental cuz I'm born on november 29, which is SAGITTARIUS and it is an ARROW SHOOTING CENTAUR!!!! X)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 28% Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly shy, but overall, your reactions to social situations are normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dread difficult social situations, but you still handle them with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!! This one damn wrong lahh!!! I veri shy one de lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E1E1E1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one half rite half wrong.....I just like tt pic so i choose lorr.....becumwad personality test... XPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 57% Jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/jealous-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fairly jealous person, but it's nothing to beat yourself up about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little jealousy is perfectly normal, though sometimes you take it a little far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize when jealousy is taking over your life, and try to hold back your impulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be a better (and happier) person for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howjealousareyouquiz/"&gt;How Jealous Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa!! I'm much muuuch more JEALOUS than 57% luhh!!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Learning Style: Enthusiastic and Imaginative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always up for an intellectual challenge - in fact, hard subjects are actually easiest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I think this thingy knows I got a 98% for bio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Make 53% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You certainly have this dating thing down - and you know how to charm most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your charm seems broken, just think back to what has worked in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the tools to make almost anyone fall in love with you - you just have to put them into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!! I wan to die.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are More Yin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumoreyinoryangquiz/yin.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumoreyinoryangquiz/"&gt;Are You More Yin or Yang?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6316512020663626920?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6316512020663626920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6316512020663626920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6316512020663626920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6316512020663626920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-birthdate-november-29-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7151789963361123651</id><published>2007-06-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:17:27.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;甚麼是"愛"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;愛&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是&lt;strong&gt;恆久忍耐&lt;/strong&gt;，又有恩慈；&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;愛&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是&lt;strong&gt;不嫉妒&lt;/strong&gt;；&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;愛&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是不自誇，不張狂，&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;不作害羞的事，&lt;strong&gt;不求自己的益處，不輕易發怒，不計算人的惡&lt;/strong&gt;，&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;不喜歡不義，只喜歡真理；&lt;strong&gt;凡事包容，凡事相信&lt;/strong&gt;，&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;凡事盼望，凡事忍耐&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;是永不止息。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 標楷體;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--- 歌林多前書十三章四至八節&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7151789963361123651?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7151789963361123651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7151789963361123651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7151789963361123651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7151789963361123651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5834607810112460872</id><published>2007-06-03T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:45:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we thought that the summers were hot.....</title><content type='html'>And we thought the hols were heaven....&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they're killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and everyone beside me luhh, all complaining sia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study&lt;br /&gt;listen to music&lt;br /&gt;use comp&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know why i put 3 studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz there is 3 times as much studies than the others!!! Sianz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Listen to music also no mood, so alway those few songs lo.....Grace Kelly, Love today and some other rock alt stuff, try to get the blood pumping.....&lt;br /&gt;In the end found myself going back to classical, and somemore, singin with it....diaos X(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use comp the browser history is liddat: Frenster, youtube, blog, email(reply from David Maelstro Jones), Vocal Pedagogy article......And then the same stuff repeated again....&lt;br /&gt;MSN also nobody on de..... holidays dunno where they go wad they doing le.... DDDX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat is teh best lah..... cuz i can cook different stuff, and with my mum back, means there will be no short of ingredients!!! X))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall holidays the fun rate still fail, hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***This part has been removed by me becuz of personal reasons*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5834607810112460872?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5834607810112460872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5834607810112460872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5834607810112460872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5834607810112460872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-we-thought-that-summers-were-hot.html' title='And we thought that the summers were hot.....'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5839460692069763436</id><published>2007-06-02T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:31:42.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bro Bday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha yesterday have my bro's bday pt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxecm1DaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/t94Ykg_kYJ0/s1600-h/dexterandrew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxecm1DaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/t94Ykg_kYJ0/s320/dexterandrew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071459423284956578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Dexter.... hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxesm1DbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/MX0EfMC6-D8/s1600-h/estamanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxesm1DbI/AAAAAAAAAqc/MX0EfMC6-D8/s320/estamanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071459427579923890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta  n Manda!!! :DDD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47cm1DrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_cGeaUxqRW0/s1600-h/jayshawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47cm1DrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_cGeaUxqRW0/s320/jayshawn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467618082557618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The star of the day, everybodi was entralled by jayshawn...hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxe8m1DcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/tOY6g8uVC1I/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxe8m1DcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/tOY6g8uVC1I/s320/cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071459431874891202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxe8m1DdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/fCHLMmZFaRc/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxe8m1DdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/fCHLMmZFaRc/s320/food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071459431874891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Munch lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxfMm1DeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/IIT0gHUujMk/s1600-h/thegals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxfMm1DeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/IIT0gHUujMk/s320/thegals.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071459436169858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's  Angels.....LOL, one missing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzM8m1DfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7spiV8LLC8E/s1600-h/CIMG4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzM8m1DfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7spiV8LLC8E/s320/CIMG4001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071461321660501490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bomb, Dexter is terrorist.....he is prison break guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNcm1DgI/AAAAAAAAArE/aa94NBWb3CA/s1600-h/my+bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNcm1DgI/AAAAAAAAArE/aa94NBWb3CA/s320/my+bed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071461330250436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maii Bed worr.....Siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNcm1DhI/AAAAAAAAArM/n9g7FAXGtRY/s1600-h/dexterlol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNcm1DhI/AAAAAAAAArM/n9g7FAXGtRY/s320/dexterlol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071461330250436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strong man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNsm1DiI/AAAAAAAAArU/EBh4GEQahHo/s1600-h/mandalol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzNsm1DiI/AAAAAAAAArU/EBh4GEQahHo/s320/mandalol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071461334545403426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strong Woman :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzN8m1DjI/AAAAAAAAArc/ofVam61mZH8/s1600-h/sing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFzN8m1DjI/AAAAAAAAArc/ofVam61mZH8/s320/sing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071461338840370738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happi Bday to You!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Ccm1DkI/AAAAAAAAArk/jZtBWg9hOHc/s1600-h/cut+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Ccm1DkI/AAAAAAAAArk/jZtBWg9hOHc/s320/cut+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071464439806758466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somebodi murdering teh cake..... T_T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Csm1DlI/AAAAAAAAArs/F5MOBUDxPwA/s1600-h/carry+two.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Csm1DlI/AAAAAAAAArs/F5MOBUDxPwA/s320/carry+two.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071464444101725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Horse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2C8m1DmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WjqaL4CcTr8/s1600-h/scorpions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2C8m1DmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WjqaL4CcTr8/s320/scorpions.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071464448396693090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The jockeys and the horses....hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2DMm1DnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pCa4Nv_f-b4/s1600-h/roots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2DMm1DnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pCa4Nv_f-b4/s320/roots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071464452691660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheel Clamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Dcm1DoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VER1ieJHlho/s1600-h/raarwar%21%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF2Dcm1DoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VER1ieJHlho/s320/raarwar%21%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071464456986627714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaar!!! War!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF468m1DpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EeBtFBBVXlc/s1600-h/andrewvsme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF468m1DpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EeBtFBBVXlc/s320/andrewvsme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467609492622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me vs Andrew....Aka Alex vs Jayshawn ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47Mm1DqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/FWf9ssZL4pA/s1600-h/dextervsme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47Mm1DqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/FWf9ssZL4pA/s320/dextervsme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467613787590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;andrew's down....Dexter's up....muahahahahaa!!! Hey no fair la, andrew get to rest!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47cm1DsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WNFR7hsNa5I/s1600-h/cry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF47cm1DsI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WNFR7hsNa5I/s320/cry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467618082557634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casuality....haha, my jockey won XPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF478m1DtI/AAAAAAAAAss/dK53iD-USQI/s1600-h/comfort.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF478m1DtI/AAAAAAAAAss/dK53iD-USQI/s320/comfort.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467626672492242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shhoooo Cuttee!!!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF54sm1DuI/AAAAAAAAAs0/9Wbw3hRwyx4/s1600-h/supaheroes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF54sm1DuI/AAAAAAAAAs0/9Wbw3hRwyx4/s320/supaheroes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071468670349545186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spidey vs Green Goblin....hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF_G8m1DvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qWCh9jk9Ktk/s1600-h/ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmF_G8m1DvI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qWCh9jk9Ktk/s320/ball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071474412720819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you manda, esta, Andrew and Dexter for cuming!!! Hooohohohoho!!! Heehehee!!! :PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5839460692069763436?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5839460692069763436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5839460692069763436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5839460692069763436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5839460692069763436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-bro-bday.html' title='My Bro Bday!!!!'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RmFxecm1DaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/t94Ykg_kYJ0/s72-c/dexterandrew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2200313116248922412</id><published>2007-05-29T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:08:34.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 77% Creative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/creative-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond creative. You are a true artist - even if it's not in the conventional sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love creating for its own sake, and you find yourself quite inspired at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Creative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2200313116248922412?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2200313116248922412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2200313116248922412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2200313116248922412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2200313116248922412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-77-creative-you-are-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1837968919420658411</id><published>2007-05-26T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:42:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagboard's back up, considering that it's the hols..... I should have more time to tend to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1837968919420658411?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1837968919420658411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1837968919420658411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1837968919420658411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1837968919420658411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagboards-back-up-considering-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1597051264954911174</id><published>2007-05-13T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:03:53.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Are you a 'straight' guy?&lt;br /&gt;Yepppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wear make up?&lt;br /&gt;Yeapss, once, when i performed on stage, tt was like 7 yrs ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you go to the salon?&lt;br /&gt;Monthly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you cried because of a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Of Course.... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal girl?&lt;br /&gt;God loving and ppl loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you met her?&lt;br /&gt;No man is perfect....i'll just have to accept that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a hopeless romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...sobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you spend most of the day daydreaming about someone?&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha..... Not only that, i nightdream too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you still waiting for Miss. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue....Sighzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What turns you off about a girl physically?&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoe.... acceptance is a virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Personality?&lt;br /&gt;Emo....T_T'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If your girlfriend has a car, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe.... talking of cars reminds me of someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Flowers or chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are fragant, chocolates are sweet....depends on whether i have a blocked nose or dry mouth on tt day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Does size really matter?&lt;br /&gt;I like a gal with a BIGGGG heart...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have a celebrity girlfriend(international) who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Sissel? Charlotte Church? Ella? blehxx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Local?&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Tseng!!!! WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your dream wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Niagara falls, Canon in C, Duet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your dream honeymoon place?&lt;br /&gt;Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you name your first baby girl?&lt;br /&gt;Blessing!!!! muahahahahahahahahhahaaaaa!!!!! No lah... seriously... either Jessica, Janet, Ashley or Jennifer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The best thing about being a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Being able to sing  low C ( as a baritone) and to reach the soprano C (whistle register) making my singing range over 4 octaves....&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/3073607537555068685-1597051264954911174?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1597051264954911174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1597051264954911174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1597051264954911174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1597051264954911174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7305832477752133403</id><published>2007-05-02T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:25:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man has a certain desire to find out the truth, this is one aspect of our human nature that differs us from the animals. Truth leads to understanding, which then leads to relationship and love. As we humans have the breath of life in us, which is the spirit, we long to establish a relationship to the things around us. This leads to the desire for truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always be persons of integrity, compromising is unacceptable when elaborating on the truth of a certain matter; there is always only one truth out there. Some people say, "This may be true for you but not for me, there is no definite black and white." (see issue on abortion). Nevertheless, who sets the standards the black and whites? Who is the one that has the ultimate authority to judge whether this is true or false, right and wrong? Of course it is the creator of the universe, the omnipresent and omnipotent God, who knows the past and the present, the beginning and the end. It is he who created the world and it is he who created the laws that which the universe operates on. He is the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the word of God is very important in our lives. Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God. The word of God, which is the truth, will feed our malnourished desire for the truth. In turn, it will establish our relationship with God(see the aspect of Truth&gt;Understanding&gt;Relationship&gt;Love for reference). It will also give us a peace of mind, freedom from the confusion that comes from the complicated world around us. Jesus said, "If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." We also gain the freedom from struggling with sin, as Paul lamented in Romans about his new self struggling with the old self. David sang, "Lord I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you." With the guidance of God's truth, we will know right from wrong, and not be wrought in the burden of elaborating whether or not is this a sin, and the unwillingness to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, our hearts are willing but our bodies are weak. Many a times we see people or even us ourselves shirking when it is time to perservere in the truth. We let good to be spoken as evil and evil to be spoken as good. We are afraid of persecution by the people whose views are different from us, we are afraid to lose the acceptance and respect of others around us. Then again, we live for the praise of God, not for the praise of man. Do not conform yourselves any longer to the pattern of this world. But be transformed by the constant renewing of your mind. Which is to be renewed, refreshed and restrengthened by the truth of God's word. Faith without works is dead, we must stand faithful in the truth and show it in our lives. By the truth we can show the world the love of Christ, because nothing conquers except truth and the victory of truth is love(truth&gt;understanding&gt;relationship&gt;love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, stand fast in what you believe and fight for what you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7305832477752133403?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7305832477752133403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7305832477752133403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7305832477752133403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7305832477752133403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-has-certain-desire-to-find-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-8684830584595844758</id><published>2007-04-19T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:12:34.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this on Manda Lim's blog, funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Ash Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/ash-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are vivacious and impulsive, which makes you extremely attractive to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and demanding, you don't care much for criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of ambition and talent, and sometimes money rules your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to play with fate, and you can be very egotistical and restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding of attention, you need love and a lot of emotional support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-8684830584595844758?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/8684830584595844758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=8684830584595844758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8684830584595844758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8684830584595844758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/04/found-this-on-manda-lims-blog-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7997464890296077715</id><published>2007-04-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:43:11.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RiTc8Bu_ahI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FcOVUeGaJww/s1600-h/the_da_vinci_code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RiTc8Bu_ahI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FcOVUeGaJww/s320/the_da_vinci_code.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054407605632330258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, for the days when one could safely stroll into a bookstore without tripping over the latest atheist title. Ironically, by writing their tracts, in the long run atheists might boost belief.&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;Local bookstores has the following titles on display — &lt;em&gt;Atheist Manifesto: The Case Against Christianity, Judaism, and Islam&lt;/em&gt; ; &lt;em&gt;The Quotable Atheist&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;Letter To A Christian Nation&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;God: The Failed Hypothesis: How Science Shows That God Does Not Exist&lt;/em&gt;; and &lt;em&gt;The God Delusion&lt;/em&gt;, which is a &lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; best-seller.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Rep. Pete Stark, D-Calif., has become the first member of Congress to announce that he doesn't believe in God. He's probably just looking for a book deal.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Why the sudden outpouring of atheist advocacy? Perhaps it's a way for the cultural left to assert itself in the face of the religious right. Or maybe it's meant to show that the anti-God argument can be framed more intelligently than in a Bill Maher monologue. Whatever the impetus, as a believer, I welcome the phenomenon. After all, the great enemy of belief isn't disbelief but indifference. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Let the godless write their books and the faithful answer them. The disillusionment with religion that dominated British intellectual circles after World War I helped to shape the great Christian apologist C.S. Lewis. The surviving son of atheist icon Madalyn Murray O'Hair is an evangelical Christian. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The books referenced above assert that the debate is over and that atheism has won, but atheists have been saying that for more than 200 years. Since the French Enlightenment, the death of God has been confidently proclaimed. Religion has been made obsolete by egalitarian revolution, industrialism, or science, they insisted. Yet, early in the 21st century, faith endures. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;subhed&gt;&lt;/subhed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outlasting the Soviet Union&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;For 70-plus years, the Soviets tried everything imaginable to kill religion: show trials, mass murder of clerics, confiscations, indoctrination and even attempts to co-opt religious symbols and ceremonies. But belief survived, while scientific socialism is now defunct.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In China, where communism's war on God continues, the home-church movement thrives. Half a world away, America has the highest weekly church attendance in the industrialized world, notwithstanding attacks on faith from Hollywood, academia and a judiciary seemingly intent on purging religious symbols from public spaces.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In the USA — the most science-oriented society in history — Christian bookstores, radio stations and TV programming proliferate. It seems as though a hunger for the Creator is imprinted on the human heart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What would a world without God look like? Well, for one, morality becomes, if not impossible, exceedingly difficult. "Thou shalt not kill" loses much of its force when reduced from commandment to a suggestion. How inspiring can it be to wake in the morning, look in the mirror, and see an accident of evolutionary history — the end product of the random collision of molecules?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A universe that isn't God-centered becomes ego-centered. People come to see choices through the prism of self: what promotes the individual's well-being and happiness. Such a worldview does not naturally lead to benevolence or self-sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;An affirmation of God can lead to the Ten Commandments, the Sermon on the Mount and the Declaration of Independence. In terms of morality, a denial of God leads nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;There are no secularist counterparts to Pope John Paul II, Mother Teresa, William Wilberforce (the evangelical responsible for abolition of the British slave trade), Martin Luther King Jr., or the Christians — from France to Poland — who rescued Jews during the Holocaust.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;True, terrible things have been done in the name of religion. Terrible things have been done in the name of every noble concept, including love, charity, loyalty and kinship. Yet, the worst horrors of the modern era were perpetrated by godless political creeds. The death toll from sectarian conflict over the ages is dwarfed by ideological violence, from the Jacobinism of Revolutionary France to the charnel houses of communism and fascism.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This is not to say that atheism leads naturally to guillotines and gulags, but, just as "love your fellow man as yourself" can be corrupted, so too can liberty, equality and fraternity. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;subhed&gt;&lt;/subhed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signs throughout history&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;There is no irrefutable evidence for God's existence or non-existence. But, if you look closely, his footprints can be discerned in the sands of time. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Jews introduced the world to monotheism. They also were the first people to perceive history as linear— an unfolding story moving toward a conclusion. Is it a coincidence that this tiny, originally nomadic people generated the ideas that shaped the Western world, including equality, human rights and a responsibility to our fellow man? Jews are the only people to maintain their identity during two millennia of exile, and then return to their homeland and re-establish their nation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mark Twain wrote: "The Egyptian, the Babylonian, and the Persian rose, filled the planet with sound and splendor, then faded to dream-stuff and passed away; the Greek and the Roman followed, and made a vast noise and they are gone; other peoples have sprung up, held their torch high for a time, but it burned out and they sit in twilight now or have vanished. &lt;hellip&gt;&lt;/hellip&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; All things are mortal but the Jew; all other forces pass, but he remains. What is the secret of his immortality?" Had Twain been a believer, he might have answered his own question.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;America's survival and rise to global pre-eminence are equally improbable. Challenging the greatest empire of the 18th century, America should never have won its independence or should have self-destructed during the Civil War.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Alexis de Tocqueville observed that the genius of our infant republic lay not in its farms and workshops but in its churches whose "pulpits flame with righteousness." &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Atheists are free to disbelieve and to try to propagate their disbelief in books and other intellectual forums. But saying the debate is over doesn't make it so. A bit of humility might make their case more convincing. Then again, humility is itself a religious concept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7997464890296077715?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7997464890296077715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7997464890296077715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7997464890296077715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7997464890296077715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-for-days-when-one-could-safely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RiTc8Bu_ahI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FcOVUeGaJww/s72-c/the_da_vinci_code.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-594850050262701182</id><published>2007-03-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:55:46.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today go and watch Mr Bean's Holiday! Yay! Very funny. Too bad its going to be the last Bean film.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed till I was half dead when Mr Bean lip synched the  countertenor when asking for money. He acted real funny hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RgqN5hmhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vSIsWSI8Kdk/s1600-h/FrenchBean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RgqN5hmhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vSIsWSI8Kdk/s320/FrenchBean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047002351834076834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-594850050262701182?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/594850050262701182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=594850050262701182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/594850050262701182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/594850050262701182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-go-and-watch-mr-beans-holiday-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RgqN5hmhlqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vSIsWSI8Kdk/s72-c/FrenchBean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2003480029509015139</id><published>2007-03-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:54:43.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next tuesday I have HCL test!!!! Nooo......!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2003480029509015139?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2003480029509015139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2003480029509015139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2003480029509015139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2003480029509015139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/next-tuesday-i-have-hcl-test-nooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1896528529863312933</id><published>2007-03-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:15:29.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be taking my C-box off my blog for a while. Cuz i will be quite busy for quite some time. Sorry for any inconveniences. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be updating lesser from now onwards. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1896528529863312933?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1896528529863312933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1896528529863312933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1896528529863312933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1896528529863312933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-will-be-taking-my-c-box-off-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3221269683427404326</id><published>2007-03-22T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:17:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I today go home fooling around. I try to sing screamo funnily, then suddenly i really screamed out the sentence. I was like "shit!!!" my throat got scratched oh damn it. tomorro sure sore throat or wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today cme class we were fooling around. Then at the end of the period, miss tay got really upset and conveyed her feelings and worries to us. She said that she was really sad that we were like that. We have potential, but we do not take effort. We have the brains, but no interest. We can do it, but we do not have the motivation. She said that many teachers are really concerned about us but we ignored them totally. She stayed back to help us in Amaths and Bio, but no one came. We said that we need help, but nobody is taking any action in helping himself. She is really upset and said that she failed as a form teacher. She says that we have a strong 2love group, a strong 2peace group and a strong individual group but there is no strong 3love group. The spirit of the class is not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we really have to buck up and get going, stop complaining about the teachers as they are just a medium to convey knowledge to us. Like a computer. No matter how bad they are, it's the knowledge they give us at the end of the day that counts. It's not miss tays's fault that we are like that, it's our fault. No matter how many ppl believe in you, it's no use. Only you can believe in yourself. Only you can make your own choices. Only you can make that effort to improve. No matter how Miss Tay tries to advise us, at the end of the day, the ultimate choice is still ours. It's not Miss Tay's fault, it's our fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start to really study from today on, I just found out I failed my Emaths, my first fail in this school. It really shook me up. I thought, "My goodness, what have I become?" Today morning mr low also gave us a "little" lecture about our future, and in CME: Miss Tay's advice. I really feel that I have back slided in alot of aspects in my life. Many places i backslided was the places i most valued in the past. It's time too recover, recover, recover. My Chinese, My maths and my English. You will see me update lesser from now on, it's painful, but it's a sacrifice I have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, hate the teachers less, and the doors of knowledge will be opened unto you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3221269683427404326?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3221269683427404326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3221269683427404326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3221269683427404326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3221269683427404326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-today-go-home-fooling-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7642518758574228991</id><published>2007-03-20T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:28:53.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today have the workshop thing. At first i thought very boring, I would rather go home and sleep lol. But then actually quite fun. But the following workshops may be boring cuz go wad kranji memorial. At first dexter, jeremy and i sit together. then must form group to play game. Then we ended up in a girls group with only 3 boys, me, dexter and jeremy. I was like "oh what the heck!" Then desmond ask me want join his group then i say ok. later jeremy and dexter say I betray them lol =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we play caterpiller very funny. we were like screamin away lols. then got one guy he say, "my gonar very pain" lol. We won cuz we were the only group in the 3 that are all guys. others all very disorganised sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols the game very fun lol but the movie then horrible sia... the jap so evil last time hahas. I can't think how could i stand it if i was the POWs, i think i would rather die than go through all that. O.o They are so strong, enduring all the hardships and the pain. He who endureth to the end shall be saved. ((: It really hit me, it is through hardships that you make bonds with  others, and it is because of the love of your friends that you become strong. The man purposely admitted he stole the shovel thing even though he did not, just to save the entire group. I think the guy who stole must be feeling very guilty, hahas he got punished in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that guy go and sacrifice himself to save his friend from getting beheaded. How much courage and love you must have to do that. He is like jesus who sacrificed himself, died for us even though we are the ones that persecuted him. He demonstrated intense agape love. he is a great man. to the people dear to me, and the people who hate me, regardless of what you do, i love all of you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the woman say that at last got some jap soldiers that are hurt. The jap ppl in the camp dunt want to save them, but the american pows went out to save them. When asked why, they said, "because regardless of what you do, we are all humans in the end. We laugh, we cry, we all have feelings, we are all humans." I was very touched by this sentence. Regardless of how the japanese treated them, regardless how much the japanese don't deserve saving, they still saved them. This is what we call love, what we call "humane". The japs deserved to be kicked, stabbed, tortureds, skinned, boiled, bombed, f**ked and massacred. And yet they saved them. How powerful is their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we tend to take love for granted. our parents love us, our teachers and friends love us, we just don't notice it. we have also hardened our feelings to the concept of love. everytime we say love nowadays, we constantly think of mushy mushy, kisses and spouses. love is you care for that person, no matter what he does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is patient, it is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. (like the forgiveness the POWs shown to the japs :)). Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28657" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure all the people around me. No matter the circumstances, I will endure and treasure all of you forever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, now need go do homework liao. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7642518758574228991?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7642518758574228991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7642518758574228991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7642518758574228991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7642518758574228991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-have-workshop-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3935850229211557483</id><published>2007-03-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:39:22.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It would be nice if we could put away and throw out&lt;br /&gt;everything except what really mattered, but&lt;br /&gt;reality is just cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In such times,&lt;br /&gt;I see you laughing&lt;br /&gt;whenever I close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until the day I reach eternal sleep,&lt;br /&gt;that smiling face will&lt;br /&gt;have to stay with me without fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People are all sad, so&lt;br /&gt;they go and forget, but--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For that which I should love,&lt;br /&gt;For that which gives me love, I will do what I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back then, when we met,&lt;br /&gt;it was all awkward.&lt;br /&gt;We went the long way, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;We got hurt, didn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until the day I reach eternal sleep,&lt;br /&gt;that smiling face will&lt;br /&gt;have to stay with me without fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back then, when we met,&lt;br /&gt;it was all awkward.&lt;br /&gt;We went the long way, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;We got there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dearest by Hamasaki Ayumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3935850229211557483?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3935850229211557483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3935850229211557483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3935850229211557483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3935850229211557483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-would-be-nice-if-we-could-put-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2597269085431861024</id><published>2007-03-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:55:17.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world, will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;You can try, you'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;Want it all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play this part&lt;br /&gt;Wont explain or say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show my scar&lt;br /&gt;You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Just a man,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2597269085431861024?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2597269085431861024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2597269085431861024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2597269085431861024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2597269085431861024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-or-die-youll-never-make-me-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-4066412935604349932</id><published>2007-03-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:26:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday Wendy,  Mel and everybody whose bdays I missed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;lols went school today. I think I got sore diaphragm becuz i was singing whole night then today morning also got choir. Then yesterday my bro go camp so my father sleep in the same room with me so at night cannot sneak use comp sia. All the elearning finish except chinese cuz the comp can't display the chinese properly lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dunno can I try practicing some screamo. Not sure my throat ready or not. Screamo is defineatly much more difficult than falsetto and vibratto. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3073607537555068685-4066412935604349932?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4066412935604349932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=4066412935604349932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4066412935604349932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4066412935604349932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-wendy-mel-and-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5410644936935570325</id><published>2007-03-08T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:49:04.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I cooked up at night to stay awake lol</title><content type='html'>Love your friends, for it is they who keep you from falling. Love your enemies, for they are the ones who build you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the one who has friends. Blessed is the one who has adversaries. Pity for the one who has none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is his deeds that go unheeded, his words that go unspoken, his feelings that go unannounced. He is the wanderer of the earth. When he talks, silence replies. When he ponders, his thoughts melt away in time. Silence is the worst reprimand and loneliness breeds suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives in a world so full of people. Crowds, overpopulation. Yet he lives like a hermit. Starvation amidst plenty. As though one was the only person in the world. To him: A bustling crowd: a deserted jungle. The multitude: the  sands of a desolate desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wanderer, he reaches out his hand. "Help me!" He pleads. The trees rustle, the sands rattle. Nothing happens. Finally the wanderer dies, marooned upon this land he never called "home"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5410644936935570325?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5410644936935570325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5410644936935570325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5410644936935570325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5410644936935570325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-cooked-up-at-night-to-stake.html' title='Something I cooked up at night to stay awake lol'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5521860513396455373</id><published>2007-03-06T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:49:35.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting.... I sorta agree to some of it but not all. Very well written I can say, straight to the point with good references and real life examples, like Zach and his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,232001,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,232001,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5521860513396455373?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5521860513396455373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5521860513396455373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5521860513396455373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5521860513396455373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2802025338027621129</id><published>2007-03-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:37:27.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today go band performance have quite a good time. The music was good especially the "fairy tale". We waved our hands during the chorus and ppl were like staring at us. Met peggy's friend, haha. But Brenda won. Don't be sad peggy, its personal preference you know.&lt;br /&gt;Then after it finish just hang around while the girls take photos. Took some with the boys and with peggy and her friend,and one more with baiyu. Then start to feel left out cuz nobody invite me to take photos with them and i feel like intruding and busibody to ask. The robin came and he had glitter in his hair. Someone shouted who wants to take a photo with robin!!! Then everyone was like. "I wan!!" Somemore inferior feelings lo, but shook them off quickly. But wounds in the heart can take a long time to heal. so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home and watch smallville cuz my dad wants to watch. Chloe likes clark but clark likes lana and lana likes clark and all this shyt happen. Then chloe feels wretched and crys, and then feels a tad loser and thinks she looks ugly and all those stuff. i think this mostly sumed it all up. Fully understand Chloe's feelings. She may seem a loser sometimes but she have gifts too. like me wahahaaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2802025338027621129?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2802025338027621129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2802025338027621129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2802025338027621129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2802025338027621129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-go-band-performance-have-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-4751244184280046184</id><published>2007-02-24T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:06:02.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 february 2007</title><content type='html'>I just saw Jeremy ling's blog. I realized that all the while I have been sad, I was not alone. There were others like me. Sometimes life can leave you feeling desolated and isolated. Just remind yourself that there are people out there like you and people out there who care. When you are down, there will always be some bad people who would trample you down or make you feel worse. These people are prowling around all over looking for prey. Ignore them and focus on the ones you can trust. It is their words which will bring healing, their comments which impact your life. Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. Don't forget the ones who truly want to help you will heal you. Even if the problem lies within yourself, they will not be angry, nor they will say reckless words. They will accept you and make the problem known to you so that you will change. Maybe not immediately but gradually. These people are the ones you can trust. Not those who say that their inconsiderate words are for "your own good", for the ones that truly love you will never intentionally put you down. They may forsake you at times because they are human. Nevertheless, trust in them and hope in them and they will bring out the best in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-4751244184280046184?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4751244184280046184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=4751244184280046184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4751244184280046184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4751244184280046184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-february-2007.html' title='24 february 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3270384687226780825</id><published>2007-02-23T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:19:27.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>We go malaysia and play during the CNY holidays. On the ferry we took photos. Now I look at my photo in the wind, I look sooooooooooo thin!!!!! Like a gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-xOSHVGNFBQ/s1600-h/mumwave+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-xOSHVGNFBQ/s320/mumwave+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034669917636696802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/025otaPwbww/s1600-h/joelwave+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/025otaPwbww/s320/joelwave+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034669917636696818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fApRG6qAYP4/s1600-h/thinthin+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fApRG6qAYP4/s320/thinthin+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034669917636696834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69-4IUmxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WqvTxZbjOqE/s1600-h/specs+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69-4IUmxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WqvTxZbjOqE/s320/specs+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670321363622674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RIIUmyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lq2Uw9HXpIw/s1600-h/family+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RIIUmyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lq2Uw9HXpIw/s320/family+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670634896235298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RIIUmzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Ss-3YVPh6d4/s1600-h/gunsandpeace+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RIIUmzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Ss-3YVPh6d4/s320/gunsandpeace+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670634896235314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/NFfEyVy_Zo4/s1600-h/kingkong+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/NFfEyVy_Zo4/s320/kingkong+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670639191202626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/8iX_Ohi9Keo/s1600-h/momdad+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/8iX_Ohi9Keo/s320/momdad+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670639191202642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/nH8ozYHBko0/s1600-h/touchwater+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-RYIUm2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/nH8ozYHBko0/s320/touchwater+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034670639191202658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASENGAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6-moIUm3I/AAAAAAAAAnA/rWn1hUfu8dY/s1600-h/rasengan+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6_S4IUnBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/F837HUnXrs8/s320/kayyongscore+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034671764472634386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, mangroves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6_eoIUnCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A0_LYLH4RdY/s1600-h/lolmangroves+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6_eoIUnCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A0_LYLH4RdY/s320/lolmangroves+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034671966336097314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6_mYIUnDI/AAAAAAAAAog/-3DPjKJ0gbs/s1600-h/fish+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd6_mYIUnDI/AAAAAAAAAog/-3DPjKJ0gbs/s320/fish+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034672099480083506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3270384687226780825?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3270384687226780825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3270384687226780825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3270384687226780825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3270384687226780825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd69nYIUmuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-xOSHVGNFBQ/s72-c/mumwave+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-4030381693897730907</id><published>2007-02-23T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:03:59.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Gongxi Gongxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-4IUmkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TL-RSuUEtAw/s1600-h/gongxi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-4IUmkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TL-RSuUEtAw/s320/gongxi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034665923317111362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusheng in my ahmah's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-oIUmiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rVDFNeYS6bQ/s1600-h/yusheng3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-oIUmiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rVDFNeYS6bQ/s320/yusheng3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034665919022144034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kno the aunt beside me, she is mad one. She have mental problem and almost suicid e before. She say that she is very pretty but the mirror distort her face. She also say somebody controlling her. She no job so she always sleep at home. So she never excercise. Then her leg pain. She say to me, "Got ppl control me one. They press the remote control then ahyee's legs pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-oIUmjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eVZaHq3Zkh4/s1600-h/yusheng4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-oIUmjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eVZaHq3Zkh4/s320/yusheng4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034665919022144050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turtle and Ariwana fish is ahmah's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd67lYIUmqI/AAAAAAAAAko/3CqcvF8uIIA/s1600-h/tortoise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd67lYIUmqI/AAAAAAAAAko/3CqcvF8uIIA/s320/tortoise.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034667684253702818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd67lYIUmrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7WPHr34x2Qc/s1600-h/fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd67lYIUmrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7WPHr34x2Qc/s320/fish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034667684253702834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my aunt's house, a three floor with swimming pool. I want to swim now!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hYIUmlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/IrBPXcCUiBw/s1600-h/aunthouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hYIUmlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/IrBPXcCUiBw/s320/aunthouse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034666516022598226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hYIUmmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/z4gCykAhCxI/s1600-h/aunthouse2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hYIUmmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/z4gCykAhCxI/s320/aunthouse2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034666516022598242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ucu5x3RKJ5s/s1600-h/punchswimming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ucu5x3RKJ5s/s320/punchswimming.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034666520317565554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P0kmwDvwHAk/s1600-h/swimming+father.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/P0kmwDvwHAk/s320/swimming+father.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034666520317565570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nqcFWr5vlwU/s1600-h/relaxingjoel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd66hoIUmpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nqcFWr5vlwU/s320/relaxingjoel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034666520317565586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusheng again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd678YIUmsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kk4pt7y5Nao/s1600-h/yusheng1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd678YIUmsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kk4pt7y5Nao/s320/yusheng1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034668079390694082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd678YIUmtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mpz61twsx28/s1600-h/yusheng2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd678YIUmtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mpz61twsx28/s320/yusheng2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034668079390694098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-4030381693897730907?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4030381693897730907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=4030381693897730907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4030381693897730907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4030381693897730907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd65-4IUmkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TL-RSuUEtAw/s72-c/gongxi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5053669961963480955</id><published>2007-02-23T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:52:10.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyting wound</title><content type='html'>I was in my ahmah's house on new years first day. I put my leg on the exercise bicycle. Then my cousin come and sit on it and start pedaling. The pedals took abt 3 cm of my skin on my right foot away. Luckily it was not deep and you can see the fat underneath! White color one. It was not bleeding and I limped into another room which have aircon and laid on the bed. Then the wound started bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-YIUmdI/AAAAAAAAAis/aU778uqs-bI/s1600-h/17022007556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-YIUmdI/AAAAAAAAAis/aU778uqs-bI/s320/17022007556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034663715703921106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-YIUmeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/AN7jD3RvxBs/s1600-h/17022007557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-YIUmeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/AN7jD3RvxBs/s320/17022007557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034663715703921122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-oIUmfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CNX33mCyClI/s1600-h/17022007558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-oIUmfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CNX33mCyClI/s320/17022007558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034663719998888434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-oIUmgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/41JHYpa172U/s1600-h/17022007559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-oIUmgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/41JHYpa172U/s320/17022007559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034663719998888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-4IUmhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/B53-eoLY5Es/s1600-h/17022007562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-4IUmhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/B53-eoLY5Es/s320/17022007562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034663724293855762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5053669961963480955?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5053669961963480955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5053669961963480955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5053669961963480955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5053669961963480955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/shyting-wound.html' title='Shyting wound'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rd63-YIUmdI/AAAAAAAAAis/aU778uqs-bI/s72-c/17022007556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7915512743422260318</id><published>2007-02-22T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:43:32.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 february 2007</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to make somone hate you, but so hard to make someone like you. Humans are like that. Life is like that. Sometimes we just have to accept the things we can't change and to change the things we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said to somebody, "If you have a problem you want to solve, do not wait for the others around you to change, because the problem is YOU." Yeah. If you want to solve a problem, never put the responsiblity on others, because like that you will never solve it. Change yourself and you will solve the problem. I think this is also what my friends have been trying to tell me subconsciously all the while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a day when the preacher guy in chapel said that a thousand good things can happen to you in a day. All it takes is one bad thing to happen and it'll ruin your day. This is true in a certain perspective, because we humans tend to look at the negative side of things. Nevertheless, I feel that it is wrong. It is only when the things you put priority on that goes bad which ruins your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always easy to put top priorities on things that always disappiont us, just because we don't want to let go. Let go and look around you carefully. It is through letting go that I saw through the mist of darkness and dejectedness and noticed the gems of my life. "How many friends have forsaken and despised thee?" You may ask. Ask yourself, "How many friends have not forsaken and despised thee?" Notice the gems around you, how precious are they to you. Make new friends but keep the old. For one is silver, the other is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world that sends people reeling from one thing to another, with rapid changes, one of the things that have remained constant by me all the time are my friends. I thank them very much for their support and understanding. All of you are indispensable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeremy Ting and Remy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only friends that really respect me for who I am. We reconize each other and accept each others' differences, and celebrate the places which we are alike. You share your feelings with me and you never fail to cheer me up. You lift me up in times of dejectedness. Understand me when the others forsake me. You are simply amazing. You know when is it to be serious and when to joke. I feel comforted when I talk to you and I can't imagine what would happen if I did not meet the both of you. You are a real treasure in my life, a hand when I fall, a crutch when I limp. I thank God for the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ashvini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always there to listen to my depraved rantings. You are always patient to listen to my complains of life and self pity. You are quick to listen and slow to speak. You endure all my nonsense while others would just jeer and walk away. You tell me to reveal my true self. You always take off the mask I wear constantly. You never fail to wipe my tears under the mask. You try to be there for me and realy care about me. Even we are of different race and gender with different mindsets, you always try to understand. You never fail to lighten my heart with a simple wave. You were there when I cried that day. Although I didn't know who you were on that day, you really comforted me. I really thank you for understanding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yizhen, Huiyun and Jessica Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of you don't really talk to me now, you were the first few in the new class to listen to what I say and befriend me. You are the people I can trust and on trust is this friendship built. Your smiles never ceases to satisfy me. You are there to listen to me, although you don't really understand me. None of us is perfect and we all make mistakes. I just hope the things I said recently has not hurt some of you. I hope you will understand just like you have understood me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joshua Yeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome. Ever since you sat next to me, maths class has always been different. Your talents in art are also impressive and your designs superb. Although you have bullied me in the past, we all forget about the bad things that happened between us before right? I was always the odd one out in art, no matter it is in China or Singapore. Nobody actually appreciated my art too. They just "wow" and then walk away. I can say that I have found a person of my type. I thank you for giving me feedback for many other important things too. I thank God and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bendexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, you are handsome to the core and strong in both body and spirit. You are always the funny guy that cheers people up with his funny antics. Your videos although lame, are really funny. I thank God that I have such a great and wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all of you who brighten up my day and put a song into my heart. I thank God for arranging us to meet so we could be friends. To be honest, I say that I love you all and thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7915512743422260318?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7915512743422260318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7915512743422260318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7915512743422260318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7915512743422260318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/22-february-2007.html' title='22 february 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1335252929248382932</id><published>2007-02-19T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:18:31.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Moms!! Loves forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm_nIIUmcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MUWNa7VId3I/s1600-h/P1000822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm_nIIUmcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MUWNa7VId3I/s320/P1000822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033264737481431490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom in Singapore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm_I4IUmbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pq4iXLyKygc/s1600-h/02112006105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm_I4IUmbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pq4iXLyKygc/s320/02112006105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033264217790388658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China school. Can U read the words on the banner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm6VIIUmII/AAAAAAAAAew/q913P9BUF4k/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm6VIIUmII/AAAAAAAAAew/q913P9BUF4k/s320/P1010068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033258930685646978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me an my sucky face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm6VoIUmJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/R4dJyzsoqlw/s1600-h/P1000697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm6VoIUmJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/R4dJyzsoqlw/s320/P1000697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033258939275581586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, I miss your rock in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm7joIUmKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bQG3i73yQ6M/s1600-h/chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm7joIUmKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bQG3i73yQ6M/s320/chris.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033260279305377954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan, "This is how to eat worms, see? .....Yum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm7j4IUmLI/AAAAAAAAAfI/na4jc2v1wYk/s1600-h/worms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm7j4IUmLI/AAAAAAAAAfI/na4jc2v1wYk/s320/worms.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033260283600345266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the Council" BICF rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm8dYIUmMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u4-qWWfskPQ/s1600-h/council.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm8dYIUmMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u4-qWWfskPQ/s320/council.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033261271442823362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm8doIUmNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NWJ6YhZNmIQ/s1600-h/joe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm8doIUmNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NWJ6YhZNmIQ/s320/joe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033261275737790674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rocks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85IIUmOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6DKhIkZfU8M/s1600-h/band+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85IIUmOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6DKhIkZfU8M/s320/band+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033261748184193250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85YIUmPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lmeejer-a1Q/s1600-h/boo+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85YIUmPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lmeejer-a1Q/s320/boo+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033261752479160562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85YIUmQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iQ4F_vOAFoQ/s1600-h/emo+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm85YIUmQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iQ4F_vOAFoQ/s320/emo+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033261752479160578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin spin spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UIIUmRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LKqI3dz9dmA/s1600-h/dizzy+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UIIUmRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LKqI3dz9dmA/s320/dizzy+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262212040661266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hup! Down goes the cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UIIUmSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6ooOwIdVz-M/s1600-h/kick+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UIIUmSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/6ooOwIdVz-M/s320/kick+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262212040661282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jack! I wan Pizza!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UYIUmTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QXG0Qn2evg4/s1600-h/jackah+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UYIUmTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QXG0Qn2evg4/s320/jackah+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262216335628594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KingKong. Macho Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UYIUmUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KX3NF5S4Nfo/s1600-h/kingkong+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm9UYIUmUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KX3NF5S4Nfo/s320/kingkong+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262216335628610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm984IUmVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lUXBT51eK4g/s1600-h/bus+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm984IUmVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lUXBT51eK4g/s320/bus+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262912120330578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY LYNCH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm984IUmWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3HFBKUeuY-U/s1600-h/jerimy+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm984IUmWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3HFBKUeuY-U/s320/jerimy+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262912120330594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlahBlahBlah. There goes Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm99IIUmXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JWzDa9hS-lk/s1600-h/talktalk+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm99IIUmXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JWzDa9hS-lk/s320/talktalk+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033262916415297906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pup, Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-goIUmYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bPY3KBcPwM4/s1600-h/doggy+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-goIUmYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bPY3KBcPwM4/s320/doggy+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033263526300653954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-g4IUmZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1xOx7MyCRkA/s1600-h/puppy+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-g4IUmZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1xOx7MyCRkA/s320/puppy+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033263530595621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dennis and Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-g4IUmaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Pg4S71TRQ-A/s1600-h/woohoo+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm-g4IUmaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Pg4S71TRQ-A/s320/woohoo+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033263530595621282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1335252929248382932?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1335252929248382932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1335252929248382932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1335252929248382932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1335252929248382932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rdm_nIIUmcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MUWNa7VId3I/s72-c/P1000822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6668455130966614660</id><published>2007-02-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:49:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 feburary 2007</title><content type='html'>Haix, tomorro going to aunt's house to have dinner. Still have alot of work to do. The teacher want to kill us, first by homework ,then by tests. Mass Cheok give maths excercise, 2 worksheets. Mrs Teo give two physics worksheets. Then after holidays still have tests. The most horrible: HCL test. Still have 5 chapters nvr study. Then maths test and geog test. I don't care geog. All common sense no need to study. Maths test horrible as it defies all logic. I mean how can you substitute numbers with letters then call it maths, more like distorted english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day still go malaysia for holidays. Dunno if I want to go or not. Rather stay at home play halo and maple or go out with frens. the week before last week I and my bro went to j8 on saturday and met a boi that we made frens through maple. He was real cool, although we don't kno what to do in j8 cuz we no enough money. We ended up walking out of j8 and then walking back in again(cuz of aircon.) His nick called Oshadowxx or something like that. After sometime we say bb then i and my bro go interchange take bus go home. Then I met hinwen, esther and the others. They so bad timing, when we in j8 nothing to do they nvr come. when going home already then they go j8. Evil ah sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i nothing to do tonight. my bro force me play maple with him, but then no pq slots so he play halo. Then I talk to ashvini. then my mother come back from ahmah house and I have to fake sleep in order not to be found out. Then after a while, wake up again. Then headphone got prob. even when plugged in, the comp still blaring noise. So I gave up listening to music. Then dunno what to do lor. Kanna change my avatar in warrior forums. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6668455130966614660?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6668455130966614660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6668455130966614660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6668455130966614660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6668455130966614660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/16-feburary-2007.html' title='16 feburary 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-3512516082149116066</id><published>2007-02-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:51:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 febuary 2007</title><content type='html'>Today we went to sungei buloh and took some more photos. My mom's camera was busted so we borrowed one from miss chow. Miss tay wanted us boys to sing a very lame song for chinese new year. Some idiotic "Gongsi gongsi" song in english. She also wanted all the girls to make a skit and say chinese new year in various languages. But it does not have japanese in the languages, I'm so angry! Akemashie omedetou gozaimasu!!! Anyways, she said that if you don't know how to pronounce a phrase in foreign language, just say all the fruits like watermelon, papaya and banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I gave my valentine presents to still don't talk to me(although most of U all know who she is but I shall continue to remain discreet.). I told her that we would just treat each other as friends. I also wished her good luck with the person she likes. We are awkward when speaking to each other and she doesn't even look at me. It's not like we break up what. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To the girl: Can just talk to me normally and be friends, just like you and joshua what. Pls don't hate me for what I have done. Cheer up, smile and be noisy!;)&lt;br /&gt;Hope U like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZ04IUmEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SzYjHqeEKHY/s1600-h/08022007495-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZ04IUmEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SzYjHqeEKHY/s320/08022007495-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031745448635045954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZ04IUmFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A6uwyMrxJZM/s1600-h/13022007527-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZ04IUmFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A6uwyMrxJZM/s320/13022007527-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031745448635045970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LolX Today I and some last yr 2pc girls were talking after class. It was supposed to be bio practical the nxt period. We asked some ppl and they said they don't know, and miss chow very long nvr come and open the bio classroom. We also thought it was a single period and then nvr thought of the lab. Then at last we realized and then we rushed to the lab. Miss chow was very angry. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Bio pratical, benedict's solution and iodine soluion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXUoIUl8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ssHefm8MdW4/s1600-h/end+result.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXUoIUl8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ssHefm8MdW4/s320/end+result.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742695561009090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXU4IUl9I/AAAAAAAAAck/Mx9_tkv_fwg/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXU4IUl9I/AAAAAAAAAck/Mx9_tkv_fwg/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742699855976402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVIIUl-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/iyDpEIbnaY0/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVIIUl-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/iyDpEIbnaY0/s320/red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742704150943714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVIIUl_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/RoibAxHvWfo/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVIIUl_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/RoibAxHvWfo/s320/banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742704150943730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVYIUmAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TpdDIbbA6WM/s1600-h/peanut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXVYIUmAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TpdDIbbA6WM/s320/peanut1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031742708445911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXqoIUmBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Pipx-vzOf2g/s1600-h/peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRXqoIUmBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Pipx-vzOf2g/s320/peanut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031743073518131218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black stuff with brown liquid is iodine solution soaked banana, looks like bird shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has a head, body and tail like a cat but is not a cat? It's a Kitten!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZE4IUmDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/v8T6D7nFDSI/s1600-h/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZE4IUmDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/v8T6D7nFDSI/s320/kittens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031744624001325106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my Physics test get 18/20, dunt hate me for that. :P Jealous sia. No la, not want to show off la. Just that I was surprised benjamin didn't get full marks. When I ask miss teo got ppl get 20/20 or not, she say I highest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jia Hao, I'm really sorry, pls don't be angry with me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-3512516082149116066?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/3512516082149116066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=3512516082149116066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3512516082149116066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/3512516082149116066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/15-febuary-2007.html' title='15 febuary 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RdRZ04IUmEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SzYjHqeEKHY/s72-c/08022007495-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2220428450047098729</id><published>2007-02-14T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T04:33:32.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!! Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my present to school and gave her during reccess. She looked at me and smiled funnily and said "thankyou". After school, I found out that she would just treat me as a friend. I already knew she was attached to a guy and not me, yeah. HEY THAT GUY CAN I KILL U? MAY I PUT MY HANDS UPON YOUR NECK AND SLOWLY SQUEEEEZEEE, FEELING ALL THE BONES AND SOFT TISSUE CRUSH AND COMPRESS UNDER MY ALMIGHTY PALM. Nvrmnd. Joking only lah. Was disappionted of course. Feeling shaky on my way home. But I'm okay now. Someday I'll find Miss Right. I should be happy for her and her BF. Her BF is a lucky guy, having such a good GF. Anyways, I'll say that I will stop liking her anymore. It's sad but sometimes you have to let go. I'll give her my support and friendship and continue being her friend, I just hope it would not be awkward. It' not like breaking up what. After drawing a few pics I feel better. Yeah drawing is my vice. Like tea for some people and coffee for my Dad. It makes me feel relaxed and gets me thinking. Lolx) I sound really luvsick, infact I am, I mean I WAS. I just hope U will enjoy the two pictures of L that I drew for you. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the GBs in 3 love. Thnks for the support after school. I asked for support yesterday, you didn't give me much support before i gave her my present, but you gave me support after I confirmed the truth. This support is far more greater than the one you could have given me before I gave her my present. It really refreshes me when talking to you all. Thanks Jessica, Yan Rong, Gillian and all the others. You are such good frens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hao, I'm sorry, Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2220428450047098729?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2220428450047098729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2220428450047098729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2220428450047098729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2220428450047098729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!! Everyone!'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2799092799643086185</id><published>2007-02-10T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:16:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's recap.</title><content type='html'>My mother coming back to Singapore from China le. She is coming back today. Will have lesser time to play. Also cannot wake up at night to play cuz she has super sharp ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren I read your blog, don't so emo like me lah. You are our class joker so cheer up and laugh. Who's eating Chicken rice now.....? I made you laugh in CME class that day with just this freaky sentence. This is because we went to J8 on Wednesday with blessing and jolina. I was still eating chicken rice while they started playing jinx. Then you started asking me, "Who's eating Chicken rice and drinking the soup now?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc8qO4IUl7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/RLp9sHoiV0Q/s1600-h/darren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc8qO4IUl7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/RLp9sHoiV0Q/s320/darren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030285743869958066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Tuesday I went to Jeremy Ting's house with Remy. Then Jeremy played electric guitar and then he punked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6m_oIUlsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YOC-11unvsU/s1600-h/me+punk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" sr="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6m_oIUlsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YOC-11unvsU/s320/me+punk2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030141445853714114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6nAIIUltI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M_I6o85-mJg/s1600-h/me+punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6nAIIUltI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M_I6o85-mJg/s320/me+punk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030141454443648722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a pullup bar in his house. You know all boys who are 15 this march have to do 3 pullups for the test. I cannot do so I go and try. As usual, also cannot do. But tehy Jeremy and Remy circled me and said, "We are not letting you down until you do one." then I keep trying but cannot do. Then Jeremy's sister Adeline came and talked to Jeremy a while and I rested. Then I do again and suddenly I can do one. Then Jeremy said, "Hang in there, I'll take a photo." So here it is, my first pullup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6oeoIUluI/AAAAAAAAAZs/45v9KvrQhNM/s1600-h/first+pullup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6oeoIUluI/AAAAAAAAAZs/45v9KvrQhNM/s320/first+pullup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030143077941286626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is leo. A cat at Jeremy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6o44IUlvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vBc8_Sj13mg/s1600-h/leo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6o44IUlvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vBc8_Sj13mg/s320/leo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030143528912852722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6o5IIUlwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u6Fh8Gb0iqE/s1600-h/leo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6o5IIUlwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u6Fh8Gb0iqE/s320/leo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030143533207820034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During mr kom's class, he teach kinetic particle theory. Then he let as few boys come up to do live demonstration. Then all the boys that were on the front started joking and jostling each other. The one that get slammed around most was Joel, they all pick on Joel. I don't know why they don't like Joel. He's an okay guy except he's abit short but there are other short guys and girls in our class what. Anyways, at the end mr kom and the guys were swinging hands very vigorously until they broke up into "gaseous state".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6ykoIUlxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8vbyaM5YtSg/s1600-h/chem+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6ykoIUlxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8vbyaM5YtSg/s320/chem+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030154176136779538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had bio practical again. Have fresh liver and girls were like "ewww".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6y9YIUlyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rnMAco9uZOI/s1600-h/bio+pratical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6y9YIUlyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rnMAco9uZOI/s320/bio+pratical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030154601338541858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zVoIUlzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mb0stFevWeA/s1600-h/fresh+liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zVoIUlzI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mb0stFevWeA/s320/fresh+liver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030155017950369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frsh Liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zV4IUl0I/AAAAAAAAAac/TzDWXULLpJI/s1600-h/fresh+potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zV4IUl0I/AAAAAAAAAac/TzDWXULLpJI/s320/fresh+potato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030155022245336898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frsh Potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zV4IUl1I/AAAAAAAAAak/rPG6rHxTFSg/s1600-h/boiled+liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zV4IUl1I/AAAAAAAAAak/rPG6rHxTFSg/s320/boiled+liver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030155022245336914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiled Liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zWIIUl2I/AAAAAAAAAas/tXkNOMNrN-I/s1600-h/boiled+potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc6zWIIUl2I/AAAAAAAAAas/tXkNOMNrN-I/s320/boiled+potato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030155026540304226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiled potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc642YIUl3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/D5xP8fXSgi4/s1600-h/silica+gel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc642YIUl3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/D5xP8fXSgi4/s320/silica+gel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030161078149224306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silica Gel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Choir have audition. Miss Oon wanted to hear the alto, sop1 and sop2 sing separately. Lols, when auditioning, the girls were using their handphones and taking videos, I wish they won't put those up in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657IIUl4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Gxi03UHeRM4/s1600-h/sop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657IIUl4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Gxi03UHeRM4/s320/sop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030162259265230722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sop2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657IIUl5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/LMjp6AnouNo/s1600-h/seniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657IIUl5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/LMjp6AnouNo/s320/seniors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030162259265230738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657YIUl6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/DwYyQSW5HkE/s1600-h/seniors2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc657YIUl6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/DwYyQSW5HkE/s320/seniors2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030162263560198050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seniors&lt;br /&gt;I have an Alto photo but Valerie would kill me for putting it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2799092799643086185?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2799092799643086185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2799092799643086185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2799092799643086185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2799092799643086185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-weeks-recap.html' title='This week&apos;s recap.'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rc8qO4IUl7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/RLp9sHoiV0Q/s72-c/darren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1026348770816565743</id><published>2007-02-09T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T03:28:19.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology to Jia Hao.</title><content type='html'>Dear Jia Hao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't you you will come to my blog to see this or not. A few days ago. Either Joel prompted you to come to my blog or you came yourself. You were horrified to see that I have falsely testified upon you (means lying or being unhonest about someone). You were (and still is) furious about me. I know that you were thinking why would I, a friend write false things about you. Sooner or later I can say that you came with the conclusion that I never was your true friend. That morning you confrronted me in class and fumed that I wrote something that you didn't say. You felt very wronged and hurt. You even printed the paragraph. I tried to deny, because I didn't remember. You didn't talk to me ever since. I tried to talk to you after class but you ignored me and I have been avoiding you since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, JiaHao. In this two days without talking to you, I feel a large part of my life missing. You were my good friend and still is in my heart. Please forgive me. I made a terrible mistake but not everybody in perfect right? I just want you to talk to me and be my friend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a filthy mouth sometimes. I know that I hurt people's feelings sometimes. I apologized to all the people I've hurt, including you Jia Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Quote]I said to JH, "You said that if I let them copy my work they will fail, let me tell you now, I let them copy, they will fail, don't let them copy they will fail also. Must well let them copy."[/Quote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the sentence that offended you. If it is. It' an misunderstanding, due to some puntuation and grammar errors. What I meant to say was, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I said to JH, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You said&lt;/span&gt; that if I let them copy my work I will not be helping them (this is the part that you said that if I help them they will fail.).&lt;-(note this fullstop, separating what Jia Hao said and what I said. Jia hao's narration ends here) Let &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;(Jireh Me Me Me speaking!!!!! Not Jia Hao!) tell you now, I let them copy, they will fail, don't let them copy they will fail also. Must well let them copy.(this is the part where I am speaking. This "I don't let them copy they also will fail" part is what I said to Jia Hao, and not what Jia Hao said to me.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you get it? Don't blame Jia Hao for saying you girls will fail. Blame me. Sorry Jia Hao for the misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jireh Koh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1026348770816565743?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1026348770816565743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1026348770816565743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1026348770816565743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1026348770816565743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/apology-to-jia-hao.html' title='Apology to Jia Hao.'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-5381982706607843035</id><published>2007-02-01T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:52:55.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 february 2007</title><content type='html'>Today we had bio class pratical again. I took the photos of the cells in the microscope. It took me like 5 mins for one photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlOvKbVbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ukrUKa3G7dc/s1600-h/plantcell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlOvKbVbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ukrUKa3G7dc/s320/plantcell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621069207492018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlO_KbVcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PtnhGpYF1ZQ/s1600-h/cheekcell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlO_KbVcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PtnhGpYF1ZQ/s320/cheekcell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621073502459330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlO_KbVdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VPvYuvScIEE/s1600-h/cheekcelldistorted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlO_KbVdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VPvYuvScIEE/s320/cheekcelldistorted.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621073502459346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlPPKbVeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/82TIwoagMHY/s1600-h/stringcell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlPPKbVeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/82TIwoagMHY/s320/stringcell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621077797426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlPPKbVfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/msJyHo18g4g/s1600-h/crystal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlPPKbVfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/msJyHo18g4g/s320/crystal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621077797426674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine that my cheeks cells are square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specimen slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlffKbVgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0vsMjqS52Qc/s1600-h/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlffKbVgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0vsMjqS52Qc/s320/slide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621356970300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shengliang and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlw_KbVhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MyQBu_wid7E/s1600-h/bioshen+liang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlw_KbVhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MyQBu_wid7E/s320/bioshen+liang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026621657618011666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osmosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRMvPKbViI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bEIiIsJoho8/s1600-h/lettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRMvPKbViI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bEIiIsJoho8/s320/lettuce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027227458460145186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRMvfKbVjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/T3TziKXeC1o/s1600-h/osmosis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRMvfKbVjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/T3TziKXeC1o/s320/osmosis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027227462755112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break, Darren and XianFa go and take picture of me eating. So I revenge and take their picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRNGvKbVkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qsQNpq4tmVY/s1600-h/jianfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcRNGvKbVkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qsQNpq4tmVY/s320/jianfa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027227862187071042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-5381982706607843035?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/5381982706607843035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=5381982706607843035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5381982706607843035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/5381982706607843035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-february-2007.html' title='1 february 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIlOvKbVbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ukrUKa3G7dc/s72-c/plantcell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-8905679838274568830</id><published>2007-01-31T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:43:02.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 january 2007</title><content type='html'>Last night I suddenly took all the pictures I drew in my art book. I dunno, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;I took half and hour to draw this tonight and sleep at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIeZ_KbU0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZtuF2bxnPL8/s1600-h/inuyasha+and+kagome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIeZ_KbU0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZtuF2bxnPL8/s320/inuyasha+and+kagome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026613565899625282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfC_KbU1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5iZBNEj9OL0/s1600-h/29122006249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; csor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfC_KbU1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5iZBNEj9OL0/s320/29122006249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614270274261842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDPKbU2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sWrfXgsu2mM/s1600-h/29122006250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDPKbU2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sWrfXgsu2mM/s320/29122006250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614274569229154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDvKbU3I/AAAAAAAAARE/opYTtae4KIY/s1600-h/29122006251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDvKbU3I/AAAAAAAAARE/opYTtae4KIY/s320/29122006251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614283159163762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDvKbU4I/AAAAAAAAARM/KOxA8u7dkmE/s1600-h/29122006252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfDvKbU4I/AAAAAAAAARM/KOxA8u7dkmE/s320/29122006252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614283159163778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfD_KbU5I/AAAAAAAAARU/KmsFhGpW_Nk/s1600-h/30012007371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfD_KbU5I/AAAAAAAAARU/KmsFhGpW_Nk/s320/30012007371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614287454131090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfefKbU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/7eCDNlUMh-A/s1600-h/30012007374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfefKbU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/7eCDNlUMh-A/s320/30012007374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614742720664482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfevKbU7I/AAAAAAAAARk/edVfFBCE-VY/s1600-h/30012007375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfevKbU7I/AAAAAAAAARk/edVfFBCE-VY/s320/30012007375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614747015631794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfe_KbU8I/AAAAAAAAARs/DcUXhP9GQtE/s1600-h/30012007377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfe_KbU8I/AAAAAAAAARs/DcUXhP9GQtE/s320/30012007377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614751310599106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfffKbU9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/z0-xDekJ9M4/s1600-h/30012007378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfffKbU9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/z0-xDekJ9M4/s320/30012007378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614759900533714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfffKbU-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/1PcTDcODPe8/s1600-h/30012007381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfffKbU-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/1PcTDcODPe8/s320/30012007381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026614759900533730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzfKbU_I/AAAAAAAAASE/cywK0fKQyLU/s1600-h/30012007382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzfKbU_I/AAAAAAAAASE/cywK0fKQyLU/s320/30012007382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615103497917426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzvKbVAI/AAAAAAAAASM/i86Q_zk8zlk/s1600-h/30012007384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzvKbVAI/AAAAAAAAASM/i86Q_zk8zlk/s320/30012007384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615107792884738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzvKbVBI/AAAAAAAAASU/yEDDDBPrQNY/s1600-h/30012007389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfzvKbVBI/AAAAAAAAASU/yEDDDBPrQNY/s320/30012007389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615107792884754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfz_KbVCI/AAAAAAAAASc/4eSvveC24Fg/s1600-h/30012007390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIfz_KbVCI/AAAAAAAAASc/4eSvveC24Fg/s320/30012007390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615112087852066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are developments for my comic "J.J"&lt;br /&gt;The Master pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgnPKbVDI/AAAAAAAAASk/XRL75Rtohzo/s1600-h/Block_by_YuriGagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgnPKbVDI/AAAAAAAAASk/XRL75Rtohzo/s320/Block_by_YuriGagarin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615992556147762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgwfKbVEI/AAAAAAAAASs/krcVx8K9rGs/s1600-h/Fighting_by_YuriGagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgwfKbVEI/AAAAAAAAASs/krcVx8K9rGs/s320/Fighting_by_YuriGagarin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616151469937730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgwvKbVFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tB7M0yMhUwI/s1600-h/Polarius_by_YuriGagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgwvKbVFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tB7M0yMhUwI/s320/Polarius_by_YuriGagarin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616155764905042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgw_KbVGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fR1KCbaWYLg/s1600-h/Solarius_by_YuriGagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgw_KbVGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fR1KCbaWYLg/s320/Solarius_by_YuriGagarin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616160059872354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgxPKbVHI/AAAAAAAAATE/T5IrRj0Fr3I/s1600-h/30012007391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIgxPKbVHI/AAAAAAAAATE/T5IrRj0Fr3I/s320/30012007391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616164354839666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhI_KbVII/AAAAAAAAATM/IN5r-U-cQIo/s1600-h/Dunno_his_name__but_he_is_mine_by_YuriGagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhI_KbVII/AAAAAAAAATM/IN5r-U-cQIo/s320/Dunno_his_name__but_he_is_mine_by_YuriGagarin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616572376732802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJPKbVJI/AAAAAAAAATU/y4YgVfjI3CM/s1600-h/30012007372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJPKbVJI/AAAAAAAAATU/y4YgVfjI3CM/s320/30012007372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616576671700114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJfKbVKI/AAAAAAAAATc/QzFwdkLzgJM/s1600-h/30012007373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJfKbVKI/AAAAAAAAATc/QzFwdkLzgJM/s320/30012007373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616580966667426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJvKbVLI/AAAAAAAAATk/NsKc8d_usYc/s1600-h/30012007379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJvKbVLI/AAAAAAAAATk/NsKc8d_usYc/s320/30012007379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616585261634738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJ_KbVMI/AAAAAAAAATs/6znxpQ7r_j8/s1600-h/30012007380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhJ_KbVMI/AAAAAAAAATs/6znxpQ7r_j8/s320/30012007380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026616589556602050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhzfKbVNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dMQ5Aj6pFAk/s1600-h/30012007383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhzfKbVNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dMQ5Aj6pFAk/s320/30012007383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026617302521173202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhz_KbVOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JBIBGk7VAwM/s1600-h/30012007385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIhz_KbVOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JBIBGk7VAwM/s320/30012007385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026617311111107810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh0fKbVPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mLPrpY0A6jc/s1600-h/30012007386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh0fKbVPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mLPrpY0A6jc/s320/30012007386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026617319701042418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh0vKbVQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SSE0IF2lCEw/s1600-h/30012007387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh0vKbVQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SSE0IF2lCEw/s320/30012007387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026617323996009730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh8fKbVRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gnTWtJUqFhM/s1600-h/30012007388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIh8fKbVRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gnTWtJUqFhM/s320/30012007388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026617457139995922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The developments for my another comic.&lt;br /&gt;The masterpieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIinfKbVSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9g3fEo4_Um0/s1600-h/firstinkingpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIinfKbVSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9g3fEo4_Um0/s320/firstinkingpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618195874370850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIin_KbVTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ylTOwDxhOKQ/s1600-h/secinkingpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIin_KbVTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ylTOwDxhOKQ/s320/secinkingpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618204464305458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scraps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjFvKbVUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XqXpThxAlfM/s1600-h/air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjFvKbVUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XqXpThxAlfM/s320/air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618715565413698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKPKbVVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Cik54rKDULo/s1600-h/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKPKbVVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Cik54rKDULo/s320/dark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618792874825042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKfKbVWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cQ3Sv-P8pyM/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKfKbVWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cQ3Sv-P8pyM/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618797169792354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKvKbVXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KLla3o5eiZE/s1600-h/ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjKvKbVXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KLla3o5eiZE/s320/ice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618801464759666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjK_KbVYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h0U9pcZUSm4/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjK_KbVYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/h0U9pcZUSm4/s320/light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618805759726978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjbPKbVZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uhMsoydpRxQ/s1600-h/psychic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjbPKbVZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uhMsoydpRxQ/s320/psychic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026619084932601234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjbfKbVaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HEsucURJPlI/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIjbfKbVaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HEsucURJPlI/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026619089227568546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critiques please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-8905679838274568830?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/8905679838274568830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=8905679838274568830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8905679838274568830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/8905679838274568830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/31-january-2007_8129.html' title='31 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIeZ_KbU0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZtuF2bxnPL8/s72-c/inuyasha+and+kagome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2566805485547577254</id><published>2007-01-31T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:27:50.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 january 2007</title><content type='html'>We went to Sungei Buloh today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZnPKbUmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-TJSmbBmICg/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZnPKbUmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-TJSmbBmICg/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026608295974752866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polluted water in river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZvvKbUnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YvlYU9RfKAc/s1600-h/pneumatophores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZvvKbUnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YvlYU9RfKAc/s320/pneumatophores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026608442003640946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pnmatophores, or aerial roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZ_vKbUoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xxQZokXXbhM/s1600-h/prop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZ_vKbUoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xxQZokXXbhM/s320/prop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026608716881547906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prop roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaJvKbUpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OHIqeoypFL8/s1600-h/kneeroots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaJvKbUpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OHIqeoypFL8/s320/kneeroots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026608888680239762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knee roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaYfKbUqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hPjrIq8gQ58/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaYfKbUqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hPjrIq8gQ58/s320/lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026609142083310242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaYvKbUrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ANVnCsFPUrA/s1600-h/lizard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIaYvKbUrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ANVnCsFPUrA/s320/lizard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026609146378277554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayan Monitor Lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIapfKbUsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0G2rJEz8nV8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIapfKbUsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0G2rJEz8nV8/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026609434141086402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIa6vKbUtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_fFoe6RXAjM/s1600-h/bigspider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIa6vKbUtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_fFoe6RXAjM/s320/bigspider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026609730493829842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIa6_KbUuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oGTSL70mLhM/s1600-h/cocoonjoshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIa6_KbUuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oGTSL70mLhM/s320/cocoonjoshua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026609734788797154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gross things on the path. A cocoon and a big spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbOfKbUvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uWt2h6LZ80E/s1600-h/mudskipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbOfKbUvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uWt2h6LZ80E/s320/mudskipper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026610069796246258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud skipper, The boys were playing aiming spit at it. to let it come out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbmvKbUwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NkFyul3vbd4/s1600-h/snakeskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbmvKbUwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NkFyul3vbd4/s320/snakeskin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026610486408073986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbm_KbUxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Wm8T9eJz4Hg/s1600-h/snakeamanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIbm_KbUxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Wm8T9eJz4Hg/s320/snakeamanda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026610490703041298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake skin. Amanda lim later took it with her but then threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIb4vKbUyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ig9NVuH9z_0/s1600-h/me+at+muddskipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIb4vKbUyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ig9NVuH9z_0/s320/me+at+muddskipper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026610795645719330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIcCvKbUzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OXWtx6wzIno/s1600-h/gays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIcCvKbUzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OXWtx6wzIno/s320/gays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026610967444411186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays, notice Joel. I mean Guys. Sorry for the vulgaity and you kno that pointing this finger at someone hurts their feelings. It WILL sting just like the word GAY stung you just now. I know that you are copying me sitting in this position, but why the finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria is leaving us today!!!! We wrote stuff on a shirt for her. Dunno who's shirt, maybe hers. After the sungei buloh trip. We bade our farewells to Gloria. The girls were lining up to hug her. Then the boys saw me and all started to cheer, "Jireh! Jireh!" They said they I represented all the boys and wanted me to hug Gloria too. Lol, I'm not a tranvestite you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home I was surprised. Gloria actually gathered up everybody's emails and sent a message to our whole class!! Incredible, how did she do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2566805485547577254?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2566805485547577254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2566805485547577254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2566805485547577254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2566805485547577254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/31-january-2007_01.html' title='31 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIZnPKbUmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-TJSmbBmICg/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6429493154010830180</id><published>2007-01-30T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:43:29.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 january 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIVi_KbUfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJenHNOX0-Y/s1600-h/30012007353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIVi_KbUfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJenHNOX0-Y/s320/30012007353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026603824913797618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIVi_KbUgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w5Fnix8LjlY/s1600-h/30012007354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIVi_KbUgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w5Fnix8LjlY/s320/30012007354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026603824913797634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kom's ***BURETTE***^^&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, except in Chem class Mr Kom introduced us to the pipette and burette. We all laughed because the rubber thingy in the end of the burette is like a d*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWV_KbUhI/AAAAAAAAANA/6bpmE1HyNdM/s1600-h/spider1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWV_KbUhI/AAAAAAAAANA/6bpmE1HyNdM/s320/spider1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604701087126034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWPKbUiI/AAAAAAAAANI/id5FwaFV6bQ/s1600-h/spider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWPKbUiI/AAAAAAAAANI/id5FwaFV6bQ/s320/spider2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604705382093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWfKbUjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NkehsNzBuv8/s1600-h/spider3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWfKbUjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NkehsNzBuv8/s320/spider3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604709677060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alien spider!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWfKbUkI/AAAAAAAAANY/BsUKSdQJokc/s1600-h/spider4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWfKbUkI/AAAAAAAAANY/BsUKSdQJokc/s320/spider4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604709677060674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWvKbUlI/AAAAAAAAANg/rjZK-PEIGMQ/s1600-h/spider5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIWWvKbUlI/AAAAAAAAANg/rjZK-PEIGMQ/s320/spider5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026604713972027986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0!!!!! Attacking!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHa, actually this "Giant spider" was a spider crawling on the window of the bus. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6429493154010830180?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6429493154010830180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6429493154010830180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6429493154010830180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6429493154010830180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/02/31-january-2007.html' title='30 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RcIVi_KbUfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJenHNOX0-Y/s72-c/30012007353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2753908284961250032</id><published>2007-01-30T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:18:34.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 january 2007</title><content type='html'>Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school in high spirits. Who knew that I would be so down at the end of the day. I feel like a failure. I am a failure. On the outside I look like a success story. People say the boy who just came back from China and then got alot of As. Inside I am an empty person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The void. I have a void in my heart. Who can help me fill up this void? No one can. No one in this world can ever fill up this void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren may look like "Mei You Qian Tu (没有钱途)" to all of us. But to me, he is a success. People would rather talk to that Joker than talk to me. The more people leave me, the bigger my void gets. I can't be like him. He can joke and talk the whole day with friends, I can't. He can make his friends be interested in him the whole day, I can't. He can let people accept him, I can't. He can CHOOSE which crowd he wants to be in， I can't. When he speaks, everyone listens and smile with him. When I speak, curses abound, people lower their heads as if their work is very interesting, people laugh at me. The bigger my void gets, the more silent I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much bigger this void can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never maintain a friendship properly. A week ago I just made friends with Yizhen. This week she didn't really talk to me. Today I told told Yizhen something I should not have said. I was just joking. HAHAHA..... I can't even joke properly, I AM a failure. When she said to her friend about me, "This guy is anyhow one (这个人乱乱来的。)." My heart broke into a million pieces. The least I could do now is to apologize. Oh， when can I have a true friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me melt into the crowd. They are like butter, while they melt, the crowd accepts them because of their fragance. I can never do that. I am like a double edged sword. Thrust me into a crowd, people frown at me and hate me. Even if they accept me, they would soon rather stick with their fragant butter friends than with my razor glaring carapace. When I sit with the girls, they giggle and whisper. I can also see it in their eyes: I'm disgusting. When I sit with the boys, They say, "You're not supposed to be with the opposite sex, go be with the people the same sex as you, you should be with them, the girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a failure. the girl I like sits very near me and I still yet to have a proper conversation with her. She can talk to my other classmates long and proper but when I speak to her, she's abrupt and short. she can joke, smile and laugh with my classmates but as her face turns to me when I call her, her smile fades away, the laugh goes away from her face. People say that if you have low self esteem, you will be a failure. If that void gets any bigger, I don't know what else can I do. What am I living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream, but there is no space for me to scream. Where can I find solace? Where can I find peace? When can I ever take of this mask of mine? Where can I find my true friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do thy friends despise forsake thee,&lt;br /&gt;take it to the lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;In his arms he'll take and shield thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall find a solace there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my only friend now. Should I continue to mix with the crowd, butting in myself in forcefully, learning sweet talk from Jeremy, joking from Sherman and other stuff, winning popularity contests. Or to put this matter into the hands of Jesus and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who mourn,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the meek,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the merciful,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall obtain mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the pure of heart,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall see God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers,&lt;br /&gt;for they shall be called children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2753908284961250032?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2753908284961250032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2753908284961250032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2753908284961250032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2753908284961250032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/30-january-2007.html' title='30 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-4047831916288354941</id><published>2007-01-29T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:44:03.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 january 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Ef8HdMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqL0Ht94ckE/s1600-h/27012007331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Ef8HdMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqL0Ht94ckE/s320/27012007331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025388812207730882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3EmsHdMNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dww29Ye4V-8/s1600-h/27012007332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3EmsHdMNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dww29Ye4V-8/s320/27012007332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025388928171847890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3E_8HdMOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u8mPZEm2X4U/s1600-h/27012007333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3E_8HdMOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u8mPZEm2X4U/s320/27012007333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025389361963544802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to mediacorp on Saturday. I skipped choir. :P BiaYu, me, Peiyun and some china boy took photos because we were bored when waiting to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3FZMHdMPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QxAcbj0PsUI/s1600-h/27012007334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3FZMHdMPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QxAcbj0PsUI/s320/27012007334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025389795755241714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Catholic High guys. They are debating with us about "Why teenagers are not interested in politics nowadays?"in the I not Stupid talkshow. Actually I am going to catholic high when I came back to Singapore. But under some circumstances I ended up in KCPSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GJ8HdMQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zKqAtpFLbc8/s1600-h/27012007338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GJ8HdMQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zKqAtpFLbc8/s320/27012007338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025390633273864450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at all those cameras^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GucHdMRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oy11_eAoi-0/s1600-h/27012007335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GucHdMRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oy11_eAoi-0/s320/27012007335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025391260339089682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GusHdMSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A5XEiHxYPR0/s1600-h/27012007340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3GusHdMSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A5XEiHxYPR0/s320/27012007340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025391264634056994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the parents and teachers. Looking at the way they sit, you can see that they are very nervous. In the second picture, most of them so nervous that they all go toilet, so have many empty seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HecHdMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TgyGxVpFJ9Q/s1600-h/27012007337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HecHdMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TgyGxVpFJ9Q/s320/27012007337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392084972810546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HesHdMUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WqjYqnm0m5k/s1600-h/27012007339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HesHdMUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WqjYqnm0m5k/s320/27012007339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392089267777858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HesHdMVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5aAlyg5RpVA/s1600-h/27012007341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HesHdMVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5aAlyg5RpVA/s320/27012007341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392089267777874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xiao Hai Bu Ben"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HxsHdMWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nPFGrF4d-VU/s1600-h/27012007342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HxsHdMWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nPFGrF4d-VU/s320/27012007342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392415685292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HxsHdMXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MZv2YRgD4NE/s1600-h/27012007344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3HxsHdMXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MZv2YRgD4NE/s320/27012007344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392415685292402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3H9cHdMYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wDKcmAezsRI/s1600-h/27012007345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3H9cHdMYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wDKcmAezsRI/s320/27012007345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392617548755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guy that is not afraid of cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3KCcHdMZI/AAAAAAAAALc/qxjNTliFElA/s1600-h/27012007346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3KCcHdMZI/AAAAAAAAALc/qxjNTliFElA/s320/27012007346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025394902471356818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3KCcHdMaI/AAAAAAAAALk/X11TQJ4LW1E/s1600-h/27012007347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3KCcHdMaI/AAAAAAAAALk/X11TQJ4LW1E/s320/27012007347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025394902471356834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Peiyun, Baiyu, Fushen, Amanda Lim and some other china boys went to J8 after the mediacorp to eat. I and Amanda Lim are the only locals in the group, the rest are all china people. Amanda was so hungry that she ate a plate of spagetti and continued to eat dessert. The person covering her face is baiyu. She say she ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMbI/AAAAAAAAALs/BJn4ePSjPW8/s1600-h/27012007348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMbI/AAAAAAAAALs/BJn4ePSjPW8/s320/27012007348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025396783667032498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hQ_4OOBf8vY/s1600-h/27012007349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hQ_4OOBf8vY/s320/27012007349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025396783667032514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DkrHBmyWcXM/s1600-h/27012007351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Lv8HdMdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DkrHBmyWcXM/s320/27012007351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025396783667032530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some little animals welcoming me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3MBsHdMeI/AAAAAAAAAME/OnwEB6Mx3YA/s1600-h/27012007350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3MBsHdMeI/AAAAAAAAAME/OnwEB6Mx3YA/s320/27012007350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025397088609710562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three snails on one photo, a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3MQMHdMfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0o4mTCUzlpU/s1600-h/27012007330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3MQMHdMfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0o4mTCUzlpU/s320/27012007330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025397337717813746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A millipede crawling on a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to mediacorp. Simin went too. Lols, people used to say I like simin. But now they are picking on Eugene, saying that he and Simin go to Mcdonalds every tuesday. I have somebody else that I like^^. Don't tell you HAHAHA. The Catholic High guys talk so much and KCPSS only talk 4 times in the show. I wanted to talk but then a cat high guy raise his hand first and he talk so much till he change topic and I cannot talk on the previous topic already. After we eat in J8, we go take photos ^^. Amanda took photos with that firefly girl! I sooooo envy her! I should have taken a photo with Jack Neo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-4047831916288354941?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4047831916288354941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=4047831916288354941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4047831916288354941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/4047831916288354941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/27-january-2007.html' title='27 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rb3Ef8HdMMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EqL0Ht94ckE/s72-c/27012007331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-7819878702865147023</id><published>2007-01-26T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:20:15.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My FanFiction for InuYasha, InuYasha rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboxWsHdMII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FDbPeKyzLMA/s1600-h/Kagome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboxWsHdMII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FDbPeKyzLMA/s320/Kagome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024382600154525826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome, drawn and colored by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboxtMHdMJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kjm2BD6p8Lg/s1600-h/RealPlay+2006-07-10+06-05-09-12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboxtMHdMJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kjm2BD6p8Lg/s320/RealPlay+2006-07-10+06-05-09-12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024382986701582482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha, Direct anime screencap. Drawn and colored ny Rumiko Takeshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboyAsHdMKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUk-FTb7mM8/s1600-h/inuchild2_(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboyAsHdMKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUk-FTb7mM8/s320/inuchild2_(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024383321709031586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuKitai and InuYume, Drawn and colored by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboyIMHdMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MKK_HH1EtyQ/s1600-h/sesshy_baby_(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboyIMHdMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MKK_HH1EtyQ/s320/sesshy_baby_(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024383450558050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri, Drawn and colored by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now on to the story, It's my first FanFic so it's pretty lame, especially the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: The Birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the night was broken by a girl’s scream of pain. There were shouts and somebody said, “Go fetch some hot water!” A dog like figure darted towards the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome was straining from the effort and beads of perspiration were showing on her forehead. Kaede was standing near the end of the bed waiting to deliver the baby. Kagome cried, “It just wouldn’t come out!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Push!” Kaede commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once the head comes out, the rest will too.” Kaede encouraged her. The door burst open and InuYasha announced, “Hot water has arrived!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Put it over there,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Kagome’s face twisted in pain and tears were seeping through her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s clawing it’s way out,” Kagome gasped. Kaede exclaimed, “It’s a hanyou! I feel the aura around it! InuYasha! Bring the water here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Telling me to lug the water here and there….” Complained InuYasha as he brought the water to Kaede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“InuYasha,” Kagome said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a crash, InuYasha screamed, “I almost spilled the water, you….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha! It’s out! It’s out! It’s a girl!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No fluffy ears, like a normal human.” InuYasha observed, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaede said, “It’s a hanyou, but Kagome’s human blood suppressed the demon blood, so she has the appearance of a human.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What should we call her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s our dream to have a child,” Kagome said to InuYasha, “It’s our dream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s call her InuYume.”(Means dog dream in Japanese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaede stood up and started walking to the village. Kagome wiped her tears and went with her, holding hands with InuYasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll guess I have to announce it to the village so we can have a party,” Kaede said, smiling at the couple that was so close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, yes please do.” InuYasha agreed as he licked his lips. He wanted food, especially after lugging water all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaede walked into the village and announced while Kagome and InuYasha stayed outside waiting and smiling at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while they heard footsteps and saw a crowd of villagers approaching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They must be here to congratulate us.” Mused Kagome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers surrounded Kagome, InuYasha and the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give us the baby.” One of them reached out to take InuYume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!” What are you doing?!” Kagome panicked. She realized that each and every villager were holding a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We cannot have hanyous around our village, InuYasha have proven himself, but not the baby, we must destroy her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sekontetsu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha did a light attack scattering the villagers and grabbed Kagome’s hand. They sped to Kagome’s hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaede was in the hut shaking with sobs, “I’m sorry; I didn’t know that they still hated hanyou. I shouldn’t have told.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” Kagome said to her when it wasn’t okay at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She might be better off in your world, Kagome.” Kaede said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pardon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She looks like a human; she wouldn’t have any problems in your world. There aren’t anymore youkais that can sense the demonic aura around her in your world either.” Kaede explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll take her to my world, then.” Kagome picked InuYume up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha looked at her and said, “Go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome sped into InuYasha forest and jumped into the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kagome’s home in modern Japan, Souta and Grandpa were worrying about Kagome again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been nine months since we last saw her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I wish she would come back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened and Kagome sped in. Souta and Grandpa exclaimed, “Kagome!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome’s mom sped down the stairs and embraced her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that in your arms, Kagome?” Her mother questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s me and InuYasha’s child.” Kagome beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You What!!!!” Kagome’s family exclaimed in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagome, I know I trust you but this is too much and I don’t know what to do.” Kagome’s mom cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Mom! She’s a hanyou and the village won’t accept her! You’ll have to take her in!” Kagome was brimming with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t, a hanyou doesn’t belong to our world, and we can’t do anything against the law, it’s underage marriage you know. And then the protocols and stuff, you’ll have to leave her in the other world.” Mom said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But mom….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No more ‘Buts’! I thought I trusted you, Kagome. Now, come here young lady, I’ll see that you’ll learn a lesson!” Kagome’s mom reprimanded sternly as she picked up a hairbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a kid now, okay! So don’t think that that hairbrush can solve anything! I hate you Mom! I hate this world!” She stormed out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I love InuYasha!” Kagome shouted loudly towards the direction of the house. She turned her head and saw….Hojo.(Kagome’s Boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it; I’m going and not coming back.” She stormed past the stunned hojo and to the higurashi shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojo developed an eye twitch and dropped the flowers on his hand, he mumbled, “Slap me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome sat by the well in the InuYasha forest and wept for a long time. The day started out good, now she was torn apart, from her baby and from her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, InuYasha and co. are family!” She corrected herself. But Sango and Miroku went back to Sango's Demon slayers village and Shippo to find his date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now I’m all alone,” She sobbed, “Except for InuYasha and Kaede. They are my real family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And this little critter too…” Kagome hugged the bundle in her arms. Two little eyes gazed at her from the bundle, cute and chibi like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I must save her.” Kagome stood up. The voice of Kaede echoed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She might be better off in your world....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, in THEIR world….” Kagome whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, Kagome walked out of an adoption agency. Kagome’s arms were empty and she stared into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goodbye…. My Dream….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked into the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: Inu Yume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring! Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixteen year old girl with ebon hair, hazel eyes and a fringe covering her face turned in her bed as the alarm clock buzzed noisily beside her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit the mute button with a swipe of her hand and returned to her dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yume! Yume!” A voice of a middle aged woman called loudly from the bottom of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager tossed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s seven thirty!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What!?” The girl was desperate and she sat up on the bed quickly making the bed creak. She grabbed her school uniform with such force that she crumpled it and began dressing herself up. She had slept late last night studying for this test and now she was late for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slung her school bag over her shoulder and rushed out of her house like a lightning bolt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom called her to eat breakfast but she was miles a way by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran into a bend in the sidewalk when her head throbbed suddenly. It was like a heartbeat, pulsing through her body. “It pays not to have breakfast on the start of a day,” She thought. Suddenly she was hit by a bright light and the sounds in her ears grew loud and noisy. The odors of her surroundings suddenly seemed unbearable and almost knocked her out. She was delirious and knelt on the pavement, unable to control her senses. In the corner of her eyes, she saw silver hair falling on her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An illusion,” She thought as she saw that her hair has become silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I must attend this exam!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked herself up and with great effort, walked into the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk! Honk!&lt;br /&gt;A car sped towards her a speed that it wouldn’t be able to stop in time. Yume couldn’t react because she was so overwhelmed by the loud noise. She turned, her hands touched metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police car sped down the road scattering pedestrians and litter to the accident site. The site was strange. The police saw the shell of a combusting car, and a girl that was thrown ten feet away from the explosion of the car; she didn’t seem hurt, but stunned. She was gazing at her fingers, they were claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiii....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sirens were deafening to her ears, she fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up and started. A burly policeman, the strict headmaster and her physical education teacher were looking at her. She started to get up with great effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The exam, I must....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You destroyed a car.” The teacher stated, interrupting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” She was able to control her senses better now. She could focus on the Head’s face. His face was serious, like a face of doom. She started to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ouch!” She felt her teacher pinching her ears on top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait,” She thought, “Why are my ears there?” She touched the place that her ears should have been, they weren’t there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you wearing dog ears and dyed your hair? That is a serious offense in school. Look like what a schoolgirl should look like! I don’t know what stupid fashion people have these days.” The Head questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Answer me.” The headmaster lifted her chin till her eyes and his eyes met. The now amber eyes were filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume looked at the front bangs of her hair and fingered them with her claws, the hairs were silver. She broke down crying, shocked at what she had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know.” She said between sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman said, “There was only two people on the road when the accident happened, not counting the deceased driver, one was her, and one was a witness. The witness said that she suddenly fell on her knees and transformed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume sobbed harder when she took in the shock of the news that she killed the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the door of the room burst open, Yume could see that the room was the headmaster’s office and that she was lying on a desk. Her mom trotted in and was shocked to see her in the appearance of a demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what happened to you, but I have something to tell you, Yume.” She sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were adopted.” Yume’s mom wailed and rushed out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait! Mom!” Yume screamed, full of desolation. The head placed a hand on her shoulder, partly comforting her, and partly to keep her from running off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With superhuman strength she broke free of the grip of the headmaster and burst out of the office window, scattering glass all over the corridor and making her schoolmates scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaped out of school, making a huge hole in the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have no reason to live now,” Yume pondered as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My life is ruined and I missed an important exam, I killed someone and is adopted....” Tears dripped from her eyes and dripped onto the ground fifteen feet below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know where to go; I know where to get comforted.” She changed her direction, towards the Higurashi Shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume stood under the Sacred Tree. She let herself be purified by the tree and her feelings burst out in loud wails of self pity and destitute. She sunk into her knees, crying hardly, freeing herself of her agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she felt a tug in her mind; she saw the well in the shrine and knew it was bidding her to go to it. She cautiously walked to it and gazed into its depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have no more reason to live in this world now,” She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The well is bidding me, now I am going to commit suicide.” She said as she saw the bones in the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goodbye, I’m finding my family.” She whispered as tears blurred her eyes. She stepped onto the sides of the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Feudal Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was falling, wind whipped past her making her silvery hair fly. She braced for the impact, but it never came. A blinding light suddenly flashed into her eyes, she squeezed them shut because of the intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this it? Am I dead now?” She opened her eyes. She was in the bottom of the well, but she was suffering the same demise as the bones in the well. The well looked different and strange. Yume found out that there were vines growing on the sides of the well, and there was sunlight shining from the opening above. The well was in the shrine, how can there be sunlight? Yume snaffled one of the vines and pulled herself out of the well. Glaring sunlight hit her eyeballs as she climbed out of the well. She squinted until her eyes adjusted to the light and focused onto her surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, this is not Tokyo....” She remarked, uncertainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw that the path underneath her feet was frequently used, but was cover by a fine layer of dust as if the user had not been using it lately. She followed the path, wishing it would take her somewhere familiar. The path twisted and turned, she squeezed through lush undergrowth as she left the clearing that the well was located. She could see that the place was a forest. The path did bring her to a familiar place. The path ended at a clearing, she could see another path opening at the other side of the clearing, leading out of the forest. There was giant tree in the middle of the clearing she was now in. She gasped, the Sacred Tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some arrows embedded into the tree, they were old and lichen were growing on the stems of the arrows, the feathers were matted and dusty. The tips of the arrows were rusty and deeply impaled into the bark and beyond, into the wood of the tree. She reached for them when another arrow flew past and imbedded itself into the tree. She turned and saw some villager like people wearing strange and archaic clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Youkai! Keep away from that sacred tree!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another arrow embedded itself into the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Stop hurting the tree! You’ll destroy it!” Yume started advancing towards them, they seemed afraid. One of them released an arrow with a twang from his bow. She blocked it easily, snapping it cleaning in half. Yume was shocked and looked at her hands. Since when did she become Kung Fu Master?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pay attention to where you look!” The people started to charge at her hectically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She meant to swipe them away but her claws ripped two of them to pieces. They started to chase her and she ran out of the forest. She saw a village and started to sprint towards it. Suddenly spears and arrows flew to her. On of the arrows grazed her arm, spilling blood, the scent filled her nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a swipe of her hand she obliterated a hut. People poured out of the hut and scattered around running away from her. They hurled spears at her and she blocked them easily reducing them to shreds. She grabbed a person’s hand and the person cried out in pain. Her hand was melting into his arm! Her hand gave out green gaseous stuff and the people fell off, limply onto the ground, only to be trodden by the horror struck villagers. The gaping wound on the severed hand was bubbling and the poisoned blood was roiling disgustingly giving out an acrid smell. The person screamed and rolled in excruciation, face contorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eradicated another house and a woman rolled out writhing in agony by the scratches from her claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her anger began to subside and she was thinking clearly now, she fell on her knees and sobbed, “Why did I kill them! Why! Why!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Youkai!” A deep voice boomed, a voice that was different from the others she had heard in her life, it had a hollow but taut texture, like a drum. But had an overwhelming feel of being whipped into the sound waves and echoed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were gasps of terror from the people around her. She turned and saw a crowd of youkai flying ominously in the sky above the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youkai that called her started when it saw her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re hanyou are you?” He boomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mohahahaha! Hanyou is lousy and weak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hanyou?” Yume wondered what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People began to edge away. Yume felt despaired and abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You smell just like that mutt that lives on the hill behind this village! He is hanyou too; you must know something about him and the jewel.” The youkai observed; much to Yume’s confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jewel?” Yume asked innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Shikon No Tama!” The whole crowd of youkai screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers and Yume trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t know, I can’t help you.” Yume stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liar!” The leader of the youkai troop shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liar! Kill her!” The troop charged, making the sky shake. The air was filled with demonic aura and the smell of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a swipe of her claw the leader of the troop of youkai burst into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh crap!” Yume looked at her school uniform. It was mandatory to keep it clean at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw the troop of youkai charging towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screamed and reached out her hand to defend herself from the assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slimy stuff rained on her, slimy stuff rained on the village, slimy stuff rained on the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand was emitting a cloud of corrosive and poisonous gas, like dog breath, and it dissolved the crowd of youkai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muck caked villagers cheered and lifted her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our Saviour!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What my dear? Kagome asked, she had long discarded her school uniform and was wearing the same clothes that Kikyo once wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Youkai, and blood.” InuYasha sniffed the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And something else familiar....” InuYasha rushed out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something red flashed past her as Yume leaped from tree top to tree top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get up the hill, Get up the hill....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yaaa!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume was blown back violently as her claws and the Tetsusaiga clashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume crashed onto the ground on all fours. The person landed on the ground too. Yume rolled over and picked herself up as the Tetsusaiga crashed into the ground beside her, splitting rocks. The Tetsusaiga flew past her head, slicing a strand of hair and grazing one of her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached out her hand and unleashed a cloud of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arrgh!” She heard the person sizzle and yowl like a wet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person jumped out of the cloud and shouted, “Kaze no Kizu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound of the wind sped towards Yume. But she deftly leapt up just in time and unleashed a volley of scratches, red liquid spurted from the injuries and stuck to Yume’s claws and skirt. The person took blood from his wounds and lashed at her in a wide arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Claws of Blood!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blades of coagulated blood zoomed towards her and she was hit, she fell to the ground defeated. The person dropped from a tree and placed his bare and stinky foot on her face, perhaps wanting to crush her skull and the porridge like substance within. Yume grimaced from the smell but was unable to cover her super sensitive nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha was about to draw the Tetsusaiga to cut her neck and sever her head when he heard sobbing. It sounded like Kagome weeping convulsively so he looked around. He saw no Kagome or any other feminine except for the one under his feet. Then he realized the girl was sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He released his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you the hanyou that lives on this hill?” Yume asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha gazed at her face, and then her clothes. A lump formed in the back of his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume saw the person had tears in his eyes, and she asked, “Are you sad being a hanyou?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All InuYasha could do was to say hoarsely, “Inu.... Yume....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 Inu Kitai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome squealed, “Inu Yume!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume was frightened, “Who are all of you? Why did this hanyou attack me?” Questions poured out thousands of questions were born in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome said, with tears of joy in her eyes, “I am your mom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha butted in, growling, “I am your dad, and you reek of the blood of youkai, the blood of humans and the smell of ramen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You aren’t going to eat her are you?” Kagome chided Inyasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Feh! No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait a sec; you said that I was your daughter?” Yume asked, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seems impossible?” Kagome asked her with a secretive smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, impossible,” Yume agreed, “I mean you are in this world while I am in the other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just as impossible as how you came into this world.” InuYasha reminded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume’s eyes grew wide as she realized that that was true. The reality of the situation struck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom! Dad!” She ran to them and hugged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome looked like she was ready to cry as they embraced each other and Yume was sobbing her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagome looked at InuYume and her eyes glazed over as she thought of the past, “That uniform, I went to that school when I was young too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume started and asked, “You were from that world?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and I came here by a well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too!” InuYume exclaimed, looking enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume looked at her real parents and realized that they looked like her. InuYasha’s appearance was like her when she was a hanyou. And Kagome looked like when she was a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did I transform into a hanyou when I had an important exam?” InuYume sulked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My human blood suppressed InuYasha’s demon blood in you so it took longer for you to become hanyou. This might be your puberty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But my exam….” InuYume wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mark my words; once you come into this world, nothing in the other world matters anymore.” Kagome told InuYume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now you are enlightened, Kagome, that time you were so depressed about exams and stuff when defeating Naraku that it hindered our progress. Baka” InuYasha teased and chided Kagome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“InuYasha,” Kagome turned to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have not used this spell for about like sixteen years already. InuYasha was very subdued after I put you for adoption.” Kagome said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You what!?” InuYume gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I put you up for adoption because you will be killed in this world and nobody wanted you in the other.” Kagome explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” InuYume murmured softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why, are you angry with me?” Kagome questioned, worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I was just thinking that if you kept me in this world….I like this world. This is my world.” She proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, that’s my girl!” Kagome and InuYasha said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they looked at each other and blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“InuYasha had become more open and able to express his feelings after the sixteen years, especially after the return their daughter, InuYume.” thought Kagome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume covered her eyes, she thought of her boyfriend Doukyou in the other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the door burst open and a demonic aura filled the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kissing again, half-breed and human,” growled a teenage dog demon stand at the door sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Another hanyou!” The youkai’s eyebrows shot up. He came in the house and circled InuYume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A pretty hanyou….” He eyed InuYume, as he circled her just as a predator circling its prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is your sister, InuKitai.” InuYasha said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What! He is my brother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What! She’s my sister?” InuKitai and InuYume spat with repulse at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, this is lunch.” InuKitai threw an obese bull on the wooden floor that he was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. I’ll fix it.” Kagome said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagome! Let me help you slice the meat!” InuYasha followed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you are my sister, huh? Looks like I am stuck with you for some time.” InuKitai remarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume looked at him, he was intimidating, with an armor that had spikes across his shoulders, suggesting violence and aggression. And a hakama made with white cloth with lavender sharp stripes on it and similar lavender stripes makings on his hands and foot with a star birthmark on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What, what are you looking at me for! Is that lust?” InuKitai demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s just that you are quite intimidating.” InuYume stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, and you dress funny, so much skin exposed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume’s eyes grew wide and tried pulling her school skirt down a bit in a futile attempt, then proceeded to slap him smart and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow! What was that for?” InuKitai squalled, cradling his smarting cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You pervert!” InuYume squeaked, as she kept hitting InuKitai on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You idiot! I was just worried you would be cold!” InuKitai yelled and pushed her hand away from his shoulder, blushing, face hot with anger and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was just concerned about you and you smacked me!” InuKitai huffed, his pride and dignity hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then don’t worry!” InuYume rebutted angrily, not believing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were silent for a few moments turning away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Don’t touch me!” InuKitai whined as they leaned against each other, back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop leaning on my back!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You stop first!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baka!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baka!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome suddenly popped up between them, making them start. They could see from her expression that she was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cut it out!” Kagome reprimanded sternly and sharply, “Stop quarreling!” InuYume felt herself shrink in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you and PUP always do that?” InuKitai pointed out, “I mean before I and InuYume was born.” He said the word “InuYume” with compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Grr….” A growl emitted from InuYasha and the siblings trembled in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Control your temper….” Kagome warned as InuYasha advanced towards his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha bonked InuKitai on the head and a bump started swelling up sorely. The juvenile demon howled from the pain and clutched his head, caressing his bump and staring daggers at his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because in these situations….” Kagome continued sedately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sit Boy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha’s face became the magnet and the earth became a lump of ferrous material. InuYasha ate dirt again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why you….” InuYasha grumbled and swallowed his pride, as his daughter giggled from the hilariousness of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shall be in the kitchen, would you like to join? Honey?” Kagome asked, ignoring InuYume’s laughs and InuYasha’s depressed expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course!” InuYasha brightened up as he heard Kagome call him “Honey”, picked himself up and went after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s take a walk; I want to see the view on the hill.” InuYume said to InuKitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok,” InuKitai agreed, as he had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They climbed to the top and sat on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like we started out bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s start over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m InuYume.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m Inu….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m Yuri.” A thunderbolt flashed and a girl suddenly appeared, holding her hand towards InuKitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err hi.” InuKitai said queasily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuKitai could not help peeking on the girl, she was attractive, a birthmark the shape of a circle with a dot in it on her forehead, representing the sun, just like InuKitai’s representing a star. A green kimono with sunny patterns on it entwined around her body, making her slim figure apparent to all that set their eyes on her. She had scarlet stripy markings on her face and hands like the stripy markings on InuKitai, but of a different color. She had a pelt that encircled her, and served as her obi, its end billowing in the wind. The bottom half of her kimono that was below her “obi” was blue, with similar scarlet stripes running down it. She had claws like InuKitai, InuYasha and InuYume, and she had beautiful eyes, that consisted of an amber iris and crimson pupil, melted anybody that gazed into them. Between her “obi” and her waist were two pitch black armor plates with golden rims and a supernova decoration on it. Her silky white hair was tied up in a ponytail, ending just below her neck. InuKitai took her fair and slender hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I’ll leave you two alone.” InuYume got up, sighing all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! A hanyou! Is this your new friend?” Yuri questioned InuKitai, cocking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err….” InuKitai shuffled and stared at his feet and squirmed. He flushed in embarrassment and desperation; he couldn’t seem to think of the answer and the sight of Yuri cocking her head inquiringly made her so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm?” Yuri prompted him to answer; a bead of perspiration appeared on InuKitai’s forehead, at the center of his star, bejeweling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, She is my sis,” InuKitai replied finally, his shoulders sagged in relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good, I am so happy to meet you.” She said, eyeing InuYume, her sight burning into her, as if trying to read her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I should go.” InuYume persisted, before she freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No please stay, and share with us.” Yuri said generously, as she motioned to the ground beside her, suggesting that she should sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuri! Did you transform?” InuKitai gasped, as Yuri’s fluffy pelt billowed into his face, muffling his voice and choking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes! I did!” Yuri proclaimed excitedly with a boast as she sat down beside InuKitai. InuYume felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked on. Yuri started talking about something else that she didn’t know, it was clear that it wasn’t the first time they met each other and were intimate friends. InuYume was green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder erupted beside her sensitive ears and stunned her; Yuri sped away in a lightning bolt, a cloud of dust emanating behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who is she?” InuYume coughed and choked on the dust, rubbed her stinging eyes and tried to tame the ringing in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri had the speed of lightning, and the characteristics too, her piercing blood drop eyes, although dreamy and always seems to be in reverie, can wither anything that she set her eyes on. Her markings on her forehead and hands bear uncanny resemblance as InuKitai, giving her a sleek, electrical appearance. She and InuKitai were homogeneous; InuYume came to a conclusion that they were both dog youkais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is the daughter of Lord Sesshoumaru, I think she likes me.” Came the barely audible reply, as InuKitai fingered a blade of grass gingerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYume rolled her eyes in sarcasm; she knew that InuKitai meant that he liked her, not she liking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this Sesshoumaru? What is he like?” InuYume was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He is my idol and the elder brother of my father, InuYasha. Unlike our father, he is a full youkai, and I worship him for that. He hates hanyou very much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like you, you hate hanyou too.” InuYume was pleased that her hunch was correct, she was really a dog youkai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, But he is very cold and unforgiving, anybody, human or youkai, especially hanyous that get in his way may be killed. He is very powerful, full of dignity that each and every full youkai should have, though I lack of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuKitai looked at the ground in melancholy, preoccupied in something that InuYume yearned to know. He suddenly raised his head, “His daughter is not like him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You said that she transformed, is that the difference between her and her father?” InuYume asked, hoping it would give some hints of what InuKitai was depressed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see the pelt on her?” InuKitai said; his expressions and mood changing back to his normal impassiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You mean that fluffy thingy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, every dog youkai gets it when he or she transforms into his or her canine form. Before you accomplish the transformation, you don’t have one, like me, I don’t have the pelt yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That means you are weaker than her?” InuYume asked InuKitai with pity. “So that was why InuKitai was sad!” InuYume thought gleefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll catch up, and don’t give me that pitiful dog look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too,” InuYume declared, “I’ll try to transform!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, hanyou can’t transform to their demonic wild form, that’s why they are a bit weaker than youkai.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inuyum glared at InuKitai. Her eyes were like daggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are starting to be like Sesshoumaru, I suppose.” InuYume scoffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mark my words; you haven’t even met him yet. But once you meet him, you, a hanyou, can never live to tell the tale.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 Left Hand Right hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a castle far away, Jaken was running around searching for Kagura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagura sama! I’ve finally found you!” Jaken shouted panting as he saw Kagura standing by a balcony looking at the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is Yuri?” Kagura asked Jaken as she turned towards the toad like demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuri chan has gone out to find something, she wouldn’t tell me,” Jaken said and he fidgeted on the floor, “By the way, Sesshoumaru sama is calling for Kagura Sama, please go to him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is he?” Kagura inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In his room, Kagura sama,” Kaken answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You mean in our room, Jaken, you must know that we have been married and I’m his woman now.” Kagura reminded Jaken as she pointed to the mark that Sesshoumaru had placed on her, claiming her as his forever. Jaken shuddered as he rubbed his bum where his marking was and Kagura smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, Kagura sama.” Jaken apologized profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This way, Kagura sama,” Jaken led her through the corridors as Kagura followed silently behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura went into the room quietly, tripping Jaken by the door as she overtook him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaken,” Sesshoumaru commanded abruptly as he heard the noise and Jaken’s whining, “Get out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It took you long enough,” Sesshoumaru commented, as he eyed Kagura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It took Jaken long enough to find me.” Kagura rebutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagura of the wind, can you wield the Tensaiga?” Sesshoumaru suddenly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, but let’s try.” Kagura knew better not to ask, as most of the time, questions from Sesshoumaru were not merely suggestions, but commands. Sometimes Sesshoumaru could be as pushy as Naraku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru flicked his wrist at a hole near his bed and pulled out a rat. Kagura scratched her head, Sesshoumaru hated rats and the palace should be ratless, especially Sesshoumaru’s room, why would there be a rat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru killed it and handed it to Kagura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I purposely made this hole and put it there, but as usual, the palace should be ratless,” Sesshoumaru said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want me to do?” Kagura asked as she used the dance of the dead to play the rat. It was walking with its half-severed head flipping side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura, the demon of the wind, has the uncanny ability to control and use the wind for her purposes. She has a fan that could send wind in such speed and pressure that it becomes a blade, and then the ability to make typhoons that tears everything apart, causing much death and destruction.. Her most disgusting ability is that is could use wind to direct corpses and let them move, hence calling it the dance of the dead, a person must have absolute control of the wind to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru looked at her crimson eyes and gently placed the Tensaiga into her hands. Kagura looked at the blade speechless and dumbfounded. No one in her life had ever put much trust on her. Since she was born, she was the rebel and her masters knew it. Naraku took away her heart, and added a yoke to her neck. Everytime she saw the halfbreed being flattened onto the floor, she could only cry from the similarity as naraku squeezed her heart. She had always wanted freedom but trust was something impossible for her, until she met Sesshoumaru. The first time she met Sesshoumaru, she gave him her trust. She knew that he could defeat Naraku and even when he rejected her, her trust still remained in him. She didn’t trust the halfbreed as she saw so much of herself in him. Although he was also a rebel, fighting with passion and no doubt strength, just like herself, she knew that rebels could not be trusted. After many years, the trust she gave Sesshoumaru was returned to her. The Tensaiga he put on her hands was the sign of trust. Just like Sesshoumaru’s father entrusted him with this sword, just like she trusted him in defeating naraku, he put the sword in her hands. Just like Sesshoumaru fulfilling her expectations by killing naraku, she will not fail in doing what Sesshoumaru trusted her to do. She was afraid. She asked nervously in a hoarse voice, “What do you want me to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sesshoumaru pointed at the now motionless rat, “Slash it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked to a corner and sat his gluteus maximus onto the hard wooden floor. He waited patiently for Kagura without utterance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura was shaking as she raised the sword. She began to hyperventilate and red miasma began forming at the sides of her eyes, she was on the brink of losing consciousness. She could only think, “What would happen if I can’t accomplish in reviving the rat? What who Sesshoumaru do to me? Will the long gained trust he gaved me be broken?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru, the owner of the Tensaiga, knew that Kagura was having trouble gaining her composure. He could smell it with his hypersensitive nose a mile away, the odor of sweat, adrenaline and cortisol, the sign of stress, and the abundance of carbon dioxide in the air, sign of hyperventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagura,” He said silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura yelled wildly and swung the blade down. She felt the blade shake as it separated the flesh of the rat and split the bones. She kept her eyes shut, not having the courage to look at the result. What would happen it she failed; the rat was not ressurected? Will Sesshoumaru fly into a towering rage? Or will he calmly and skeptically say, “I knew you couldn’t do it.” Should she use the dance of the dead, so to let the rat appear resurrected? Sesshoumaru would not be deceived with his sensitive nose; the smell of dead vermin will still remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard a squeaking sound. She opened her eyes and the sight of a struggling rat greeted her. Sesshoumaru was grasping the rat in his claws. With a squelch and the sound of breaking bones, the claws of Sesshoumaru squeezed and sent the rat back to the land of the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura frowned as she wondered why Sesshoumaru wanted her to revive it when he would kill it anyway, causing her unnecessary pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without an explanation, Sesshoumaru unsheathed the Tokojin. Kagura’s eyes grew wide as Sesshoumaru plunged the sword deep into his heart. Kagura screamed. Sesshoumaru grimaced in pain in his ear and heart, his right arm going slack and releasing the sword. The sword was now stuck into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kagura,” Sesshoumaru said serenely as if nothing had happened, “Pull out the Tokojin from my body, and after I die, use the Tensaiga to revive me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru let out a gasp and crimson blood spurted out of his mouth, his claws clenched into tight balls that his nails dug deep into his skin, puncturing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru gave Kagura a look that conveyed a single message: End this quickly. Kagura grasped the handle of the Tokojin stuck in his body. Sesshoumaru’s eyes stared into space solemnly, still deep in thought till the moment of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura yanked the sword out of his chest in a swift movement. Sesshoumaru’s eyes shot open wide, you could see it in his eyeballs, the agony kept inside. Blue light blasted out from the Tokojin as the sword slid out of the gaping slit that led to his heart. The azure hue blasted through Sesshoumaru’s body, lighting up the dim room, casting dark shadows on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream as the power tore through her lover’s body as if it was a rag doll. Sesshoumaru reared up in pain and jerked his head up. His face was matted with blood, it hung from his mouth and nostrils in sticky strings and formed trails down his chin. His fangs were stained a dull crimson and his amber eyes were now bloodshot. Chunks of bloody substance splattered onto the walls, the once azure-lighted walls turned scarlet. Kagura had a metallic taste in her mouth, she knew very well what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru gazed at her with piercing eyes and mumbled barely audibly, “Continue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amber eyes closed serenely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Lord Sesshoumaru!” Kagura screamed as she saw the battered body of Seshoumaru crashing onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door burst open as Jaken rushed in hearing Kagura scream, “Forgive me for this intrusion my Lord, but what is happening….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaken gasped in shock as the disaster met his eyes. Kagura’s stomach twisted in revulsion but she did not know whether it was from the traumatic ordeal she had gone through earlier  or the sight of Jaken and being caked in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaken glanced at Kagura and saw that she had the Tokojin in her hands and was scandalized. He stared yelling at the top of his lungs, “You wretch! You killed him! You destroyed him! You putrefied him! You whore!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura flew towards Jaken and plunged the sword down, inches to Jaken’s face. Jaken clicked his beak in terror. Kagura’s eyes seemed redder than usual as she picked up the Tensaiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She faced Sesshoumaru’s corpse as Jaken looked on silently. She swung the blade down and into the corpse and drew it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body was still lifeless, and Sesshoumaru’s head turned towards them limply and grotesquely, his glazed eyes reflected death. Jaken’s mouth and eyes opened wide and Kagura raised the sword again. She trusted it into the corpse again and again as tears filled her eyes. She felt her strength leaving her and she let out a heartbreaking wail of misery. How could she have strength when her only source of strength and comfort has left her? She slumped onto the floor motionless beside the corpse as sobs shook her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t it work?” Kagura thought, “Why did my Lord do this for? What was the purpose? What were his motives?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recalled the day she started to be with Sesshoumaru. Naraku was defeated, She felt something pulsing within her, Joy? Sadness? Hope? It was her heart. She knelt down and wept tears of joy. Someone knelt beside her and wiped her tears, “Come with me and live your heart to its fullest,” the soothing voice of the person said. A clawed hand took her hands and pulled her up. A crescent birthmark occupied her vision. Her vision blurred again. The person wiped her tears away with a fluffy thing. Her vision cleared, it was Sesshoumaru wiping her tears with his pelt. He was a beautiful youkai, like an angel, despite the blood on him and his injuries. She smiled and took off with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura wept bitterly as she remembered the night they spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru told Jaken and the other servants to refrain from approaching his room that night. Kagura was alone in the room when Sesshoumaru came in. She began her regular duties, taking off his armor and washing his feet. Sesshoumaru was very sensitive with his feet. Because he knew that the smell would offend anyone, or to be exact, anyone that had super senses like him. Sesshoumaru looked at Kagura as she bathed his feet with water, and withdrew them. Kagura looked at Sesshoumaru and he smiled. Sesshoumaru rarely smiled, Kagura had always wondered what a smile from Sesshoumaru looked like. She knew from Sesshoumaru’s actions and expressions that this night was different. He had never showed sympathy for his workers before, less care that the smell of his feet would offend them. It was through that Kagura knew that she was someone special to him.Kagura then proceeded to work on his hair. The silver filtered through her fingers as she attended to it. Sesshoumaru, unlike his brother, loves to have soft flowing hair. It is the pride of dog demons, Sesshoumaru said once, something the hanyou InuYasha would never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura proceeded to undress Sesshoumaru, bringing him relief from the stuffiness and heat from his clothes. She folded them into neat piles beside the bed as Sesshoumaru reclined into it. Sesshoumaru threw the blanket over himself with his right hand, She saw his left hand ended with a stump at the shoulder. Losing his left hand was one of Sesshoumaru’s most painful moments in his life, physically and emotionally. Kagura shuddered, perhaps even more painful than the moment Naraku took away her heart. The only time she saw Sesshoumaru’s almost losing his composure was the time he told her the story of how he lost the hand. Sesshoumaru had depended much on that hand he had lost, he is left-handed. Kagura had never seen Sesshoumaru write before, he had never written since he lost his hand. Every time Sesshoumaru saw the works he had written in the past, he would get dreamy and introverted. Sesshoumaru’s way of relieving himself from his sorrow is to harden his shell even more, till nobody can know what he is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Undress and lay with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura protested. Even though she had thought of it before, she wouldn’t dare to do it. Especially the person was the ruler of the western lands and a force to be reckoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not be afraid, I am with here with you.” He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura started at his words, she looked at his amber eyes and saw unspoken words behind them. There was so much Sesshoumaru wanted to say to her, but so little that he could express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands moved to her obi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was a special night, the feelings that words couldn’t convey were brought out in another form. They kissed, they embraced each other and they laid with each other. They did all these with passion and love. It was something Jaken would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why when he found out that she was pregnant, a new word was added to his “curse Kagura” list: Whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Jaken cursed Kagura, she just smiled politely but did little effort to conceal her true feelings in her eyes. Sometimes she would cry in her sleep because of it and Sesshoumaru would pull her to an embrace and say, “ Be strong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, be strong,” Kagura stood up as Sesshoumaru’s voice echoed in her mind, into her heart, into her soul. She drew the Tensaiga and tears blurred her ruby eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wet mistiness, she saw two little figures scuttling on her lover’s dead body. She slashed at them, full of rage, destroying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru’s hand twitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright light burst from Sesshoumaru’s body as he stood up, tall and erect. Kagura could see that in the light the wounds from the Tokojin were healing. Kagura wept in joy as Jaken knelt down to pay his respects to his master returning from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind breezed around the room as Kagura, the mistress of the wind, pulled Sesshoumaru into a tight embrace, the blood on his clothes smearing on her Kimono. The wind whipped Sesshoumaru’s silver hair around him and Kagura, entwining them together. Jaken was gaping at the sight, speechless. Sesshoumaru gazed at the surroundings as the wing circled around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesshoumaru said, his strong yet gentle voice filling the entire room, “The Ocean is vast and endless and the wind serves the ocean, carrying it’s water to all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind and the ocean loves each other and strength is gained through love. It is the passion of love that the wind drives the ocean and forms waves. It is the sacrifice of love that the ocean gives its water to the wind and forms clouds in the sky. If there was no wind, the ocean would be dead. If there was no ocean, the wind would have no purpose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagura smiled as tears came to her eyes, she knew who he was referring to. Sesshoumaru pulled her into a tighter embrace and Kagura looked at him. Sesshoumaru’s eyes gazed beyond her, to a place nobody shall ever know. He always appeared to be sad about something, but knowing his true emotions was almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his eyes glinted and the edges of his lips curled into one of his mild, rare smiles. Kagura felt something firm circling her waist. She directed her gaze to it. It was the reason of all that happened just now: Sesshoumaru’s left hand was back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-7819878702865147023?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/7819878702865147023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=7819878702865147023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7819878702865147023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/7819878702865147023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-fanfiction-for-inuyasha-inuyasha.html' title='My FanFiction for InuYasha, InuYasha rocks!!!'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboxWsHdMII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FDbPeKyzLMA/s72-c/Kagome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-2755889665540941831</id><published>2007-01-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:23:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 january 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboe4cHdLuI/AAAAAAAAADY/e7FezmEmjzM/s1600-h/26012007327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboe4cHdLuI/AAAAAAAAADY/e7FezmEmjzM/s320/26012007327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024362289254182626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS photo, you can see mel in the photo, she looks so happy. Poor thing, lacerated a ligament in her leg. She wanted to go kayaking so much. Don't be depressed mel, you still have us! Me, jeremy and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbof68HdLvI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Qnh6_EMzgs/s1600-h/26012007302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbof68HdLvI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Qnh6_EMzgs/s320/26012007302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024363431715483378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda soh and Sandra's distillation device in chem class. Blessing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbogV8HdLwI/AAAAAAAAADo/Xmlmc4QbPzM/s1600-h/26012007310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbogV8HdLwI/AAAAAAAAADo/Xmlmc4QbPzM/s320/26012007310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024363895571951362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta showing off her device, Go! Esta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbogmcHdLxI/AAAAAAAAADw/AyZNJ1cXl6g/s1600-h/26012007303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbogmcHdLxI/AAAAAAAAADw/AyZNJ1cXl6g/s320/26012007303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024364179039792914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who want to take drugs? It is heroin. I'm rich! I'm rich! It's actually the starch I ,Jiahao ,Erugine and Shengliang is going to filter with our device in Kom class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbohG8HdLyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HC3xHZ0iReU/s1600-h/26012007304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbohG8HdLyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HC3xHZ0iReU/s320/26012007304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024364737385541410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Filtration device! I just thought of a use for it. Filter the rainwater to drink. As rainwater is basically pure except for dust particles (the water vapour needs dust "seeds" to condense and fall as rain), unless you live in a place which has acid rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboh_cHdLzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DJkmbrXkDEg/s1600-h/26012007305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboh_cHdLzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DJkmbrXkDEg/s320/26012007305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024365708048150322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hao preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboiNcHdL0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9rxTvQ-aK8E/s1600-h/26012007306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboiNcHdL0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9rxTvQ-aK8E/s320/26012007306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024365948566318914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboiWcHdL1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NKCNKj-8aqw/s1600-h/26012007314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboiWcHdL1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NKCNKj-8aqw/s320/26012007314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024366103185141586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaHao putting the "Stuff" in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboizsHdL2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/llNcAGgi3-U/s1600-h/26012007307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboizsHdL2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/llNcAGgi3-U/s320/26012007307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024366605696315234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starch in the funnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbojJcHdL3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5-82ct5z09c/s1600-h/26012007308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbojJcHdL3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5-82ct5z09c/s320/26012007308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024366979358470002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboje8HdL4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/32skbCqBlUo/s1600-h/26012007311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboje8HdL4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/32skbCqBlUo/s320/26012007311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024367348725657474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbojrcHdL5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/msRZawaZ3EE/s1600-h/26012007312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbojrcHdL5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/msRZawaZ3EE/s320/26012007312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024367563474022290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works! It works! I smell success, I smell starch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbokjsHdL6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fAmya-9az4U/s1600-h/26012007313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbokjsHdL6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/fAmya-9az4U/s320/26012007313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024368529841663906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure water collecting at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbok3sHdL7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KmGH-qB_hJk/s1600-h/my+filtraton+device.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbok3sHdL7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KmGH-qB_hJk/s320/my+filtraton+device.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024368873439047602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbolJ8HdL8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hx42aglejIY/s1600-h/26012007316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbolJ8HdL8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hx42aglejIY/s320/26012007316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024369186971660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaHao and Me checking the condition of the device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbolj8HdL9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XIJABSpWiGI/s1600-h/26012007317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbolj8HdL9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XIJABSpWiGI/s320/26012007317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024369633648259026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit....What the heck, the filter paper suddenly leaking and some starch contaminated the pure water. Failed! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbomXcHdL-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6LP5LE_NVLs/s1600-h/DSC04582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbomXcHdL-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6LP5LE_NVLs/s320/DSC04582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024370518411522018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata ga suki desu. Joudan, Joudan desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbom88HdL_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o9qmF2oTkqw/s1600-h/26012007318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbom88HdL_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/o9qmF2oTkqw/s320/26012007318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024371162656616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbonKMHdMAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wWISNifqank/s1600-h/26012007320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbonKMHdMAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wWISNifqank/s320/26012007320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024371390289883138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art class, some girls from other class came in and hung around with us awhile. YiZhen was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbonlsHdMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b7SC5gpMUvI/s1600-h/26012007321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbonlsHdMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b7SC5gpMUvI/s320/26012007321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024371862736285714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy drawing the two balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbon98HdMCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x6RYr3sYz-o/s1600-h/my+drawing+in+art+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbon98HdMCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x6RYr3sYz-o/s320/my+drawing+in+art+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024372279348113442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbooUsHdMDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ie4oKmE5Vc/s1600-h/choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbooUsHdMDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ie4oKmE5Vc/s320/choir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024372670190137394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboonsHdMEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nluA-YvrV0A/s1600-h/26012007325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboonsHdMEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nluA-YvrV0A/s320/26012007325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024372996607651906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboo3cHdMFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6iB3QtanASk/s1600-h/26012007326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboo3cHdMFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6iB3QtanASk/s320/26012007326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024373267190591570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Yong and Miss Oon talking to each other. Madam Yong very naughty, tell me and all the boys to use falsetto. Then we all sound like girls. No choice, SSA Choir what. SSA means Soprano, Soprano, Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboqU8HdMGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LsPqMpc547Q/s1600-h/26012007328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboqU8HdMGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LsPqMpc547Q/s320/26012007328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024374873508360290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and his D*ck. Actually the d*ck refers to the long inflated plastic thingy on his hand. Me, Jeremy and him playing. Darren, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboqycHdMHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/L3vY-nZhryQ/s1600-h/25012007290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RboqycHdMHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/L3vY-nZhryQ/s320/25012007290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024375380314501234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papa" Bendexter cradling "Baby" Andrew. Bendexter singing "Rock Aby Baby". Sorry Ben and Andrew but I just found it funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-2755889665540941831?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/2755889665540941831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=2755889665540941831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2755889665540941831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/2755889665540941831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/26-january-2007.html' title='26 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rboe4cHdLuI/AAAAAAAAADY/e7FezmEmjzM/s72-c/26012007327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-1869880000815826182</id><published>2007-01-25T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:15:16.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 january 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnqPsHdLmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3T1pJrdy_ek/s1600-h/25012007289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnqPsHdLmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3T1pJrdy_ek/s320/25012007289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024304414569868898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bro playing at comp at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbnq5MHdLnI/AAAAAAAAACA/Mu1cr9qpenI/s1600-h/25012007291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbnq5MHdLnI/AAAAAAAAACA/Mu1cr9qpenI/s320/25012007291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024305127534440050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Gloria. All the Gurls say byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnrP8HdLoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vvhe_reeh7s/s1600-h/25012007292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnrP8HdLoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vvhe_reeh7s/s320/25012007292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024305518376464002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dorothy Tay ordered pizza for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbns1MHdLpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5hDiKCrqwF8/s1600-h/25012007294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbns1MHdLpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5hDiKCrqwF8/s320/25012007294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024307257838218898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erugine, greedy pig. Eat eat eat still so thin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbntP8HdLqI/AAAAAAAAACY/1a-Z7fsui_k/s1600-h/25012007296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbntP8HdLqI/AAAAAAAAACY/1a-Z7fsui_k/s320/25012007296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024307717399719586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Jokers. Bendexter pouring drink into Robin's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbntncHdLrI/AAAAAAAAACg/LgyiLS2uh44/s1600-h/25012007297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbntncHdLrI/AAAAAAAAACg/LgyiLS2uh44/s320/25012007297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024308121126645426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Gloria, too bad I never talk to you much when you were here, you were always hanging out with mamoodrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbnt-sHdLsI/AAAAAAAAACo/3w2unare2Wc/s1600-h/25012007298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbnt-sHdLsI/AAAAAAAAACo/3w2unare2Wc/s320/25012007298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024308520558603970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi!!!!! Bendexter so very handsome, if I compete with him I no Chance lah. YiZhen!!! You so pretty!!!! What did I just say!!!???:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnuwsHdLtI/AAAAAAAAACw/L39PdiOqC28/s1600-h/25012007299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnuwsHdLtI/AAAAAAAAACw/L39PdiOqC28/s320/25012007299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024309379552063186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simin. Love her hate her love her hate her MOHAHAHAHAHA....Going crazy. Anyways, she is going to the mediacorp Jack Neo thingy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an interesting day. Hahahaha. I told YiZhen, Jessica and friend who I liked. Don't tell you haha. Yizhen, Ashvini, Jessica and friends, keep it secret ah! Hee Hee Hee. Mass Chalk today MC so I and some of the 3 love gurls play WHOWHATHUH for a short while then just hung around during maths class. The Joker Darren also come and play awhile but then lost interest. I dunno why he so Joker you girls still want to talk to him. Jeremy from america at least better, and he is handsome too. Anyways during maths class, all the boys gather together. They saw me with the girls and they laugh. I even Kissed Jeremy once to freak him out! But I didn't know that he didn't freak out and still come for more! That guy very Gay leh. Then they make fun of me play guitar and make Jireh Song. The whole class laugh untill the substitute teacher say must be quieter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-1869880000815826182?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/1869880000815826182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=1869880000815826182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1869880000815826182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/1869880000815826182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/25-january-2007.html' title='25 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/RbnqPsHdLmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3T1pJrdy_ek/s72-c/25012007289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-9000651380271945766</id><published>2007-01-24T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:02:07.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 january 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc2icHdLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7xOG77tN2No/s1600-h/23012007277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc2icHdLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7xOG77tN2No/s320/23012007277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023543874645994962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat I see every day when I walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc3FsHdLeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2MrJpzzMbcI/s1600-h/23012007280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc3FsHdLeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2MrJpzzMbcI/s320/23012007280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023544480236383714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc3cMHdLfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FvXuWqpgUtI/s1600-h/23012007279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc3cMHdLfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FvXuWqpgUtI/s320/23012007279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023544866783440370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00T Blue Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Robin Lam spilled his water bottle during assembly. The person was bitching at us telling us to move backwards when the bottle spilled. Robin had to squeeze in the end as his seat is "contaminated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc4dsHdLgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rOA2zHoqFJY/s1600-h/12012007266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc4dsHdLgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rOA2zHoqFJY/s320/12012007266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023545992064871938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, looking at me for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc4t8HdLhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5LhXFZ-qPS4/s1600-h/12012007267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc4t8HdLhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5LhXFZ-qPS4/s320/12012007267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023546271237746194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey stop lah, I getting shy leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Baiyu, me, Manda lim and a China Guy went to a training for a chinese talk show. We went in late so we had to stay back and listen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc5YMHdLiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v5mIqMrkTjw/s1600-h/24012007285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc5YMHdLiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v5mIqMrkTjw/s320/24012007285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023546997087219234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiyu thinking intensively. Gomenasai BaiYu, the China guy took this photo and you told me to delete it.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc52cHdLjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BcF1p1iTmak/s1600-h/24012007287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc52cHdLjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BcF1p1iTmak/s320/24012007287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023547516778262066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The china guy. Small eyes like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc6GsHdLkI/AAAAAAAAABE/PP6eTKVUPF0/s1600-h/24012007288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc6GsHdLkI/AAAAAAAAABE/PP6eTKVUPF0/s320/24012007288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023547795951136322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda, Baiyu and the China Guy talking when the teacher went to the toilet. Me taking photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc6hMHdLlI/AAAAAAAAABM/zyPjpqrB7Yk/s1600-h/20012007271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc6hMHdLlI/AAAAAAAAABM/zyPjpqrB7Yk/s320/20012007271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023548251217669714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I saw this lizard in the toilet. It was not very scared of me and I picked it up and played with it. It is very "guai", later I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I, Baiyu and Manda went home very late. At the concourse we met Jolene. Baiyu's home was the other way while I had to go to the interchange, manda's way was the same and mine. Baiyu did not want to walk so far with us and then walk back the opposite direction. But Jolene's way was the same as Baiyu and she agreed to walk with us, so baiyu came along with us too. I can say that they were very fun and nice.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-9000651380271945766?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/9000651380271945766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=9000651380271945766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/9000651380271945766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/9000651380271945766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/cat-i-see-every-day-when-i-walk-to.html' title='24 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EQrb2dFKHIY/Rbc2icHdLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7xOG77tN2No/s72-c/23012007277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-6837188257408018765</id><published>2007-01-22T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:16:33.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 january 2007</title><content type='html'>HiHi. I am in a good mood today. It's good in school, though I a bit tired. Curses to my brother who want me to wake up every night to play maple with him. Playplayplay until 2 o'clock in the morn. In holidays even worse, play till 4 to 6 am and wake up and 12 am in noon.&lt;br /&gt;Today me and JH (Jia Hao) talk about being sick and taking very sleepy medicine everyday. He is the same as me, damn tired. He says that this is the only year he is not motivated to study. I think it's all because of Miss Cheok's teaching. Miss cheok always talk a lot of useless things and when she teach she teach very fast until everyone all dunt understand wut she teaching. Then she gives a lot of homework! :(&lt;br /&gt;I geog class today, I not careful brought the pure goeg textbook instead of the el geog, Jia hao and I talk about Ferrari( Valerie, but not we not talking about you. Gomen ne.). We talk about their easy gear switching system where the buttons are on the wheel and not beside you! The teacher gave out a assesment and we finished it very fast. When we finished I gave my answer sheet to Wendy Heng, Valerie and friends to copy while I and JH continued talking! JH said that I should not let you girls copy, he says they just become my friends all because I have the answers. I remember the time I let Simin, Sandra and Manda copy my Geog worksheet when I was in 2 PC, they were very friendly to me. After that incident, they never talked to me like that again. But I still wanted to help people. I said to JH, "You said that if I let them copy my work I will not be helping them. Let ME(Jireh Me Me Me!!!!! Not Jia Hao!) tell you now, I let them copy, they will fail, don't let them copy they will fail also. Must well let them copy." Gomen ne to all those whom I offended in this sentence ,it was just a joking rebuttal. Joudan, joudan desu!&lt;br /&gt;In recess Joel, Jh and Erugine go to buy food. I bought a drink, save money what, saving up for a new laptop. I walked around a suddenly saw Ash. I talked to her and her friends then we go back to class.&lt;br /&gt;In SS class. Teacher can't find my workbook in her pile and I can't find in in my bag. So I slept through half of the class when everyone was doing workbook. ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz.......&lt;br /&gt;After school, we choir guys/girls need to go to an emergency meeting in Oon's homeroom. But you know what? When we go there finish already. The timetable sucks. End at 3.15pm!!! My Higher Chinese also kana finished when I got there. So do what, go home loh. &lt;br /&gt;When walking home, suddenly I remember I have to go J8 and buy *something*. Then I met Ash and her friends, Manda Lim, Yi Zhen and all these. They said hi to me and I walked over. I saw that it was such a big crowd, surely going somewhere one. I asked them where they are going, they said they going J8 to eat. So I go with them. We played "HUHWHOWHAT" game for a few times and Ash get penalty. She have to shake her butt as a forfeit! She tell me not to see. Got what use, Manda lim posted the photo on her blog for all to see.:P We then talked a while and Ash said that I can go J8 first if I want. I went first and bought that *something*, it took me only 5 mins, but when I came out of J8, Ash and friends were not there anymore. I really enjoyed being with them and they were really good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-6837188257408018765?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/6837188257408018765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=6837188257408018765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6837188257408018765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/6837188257408018765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/22-january-2007.html' title='22 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3073607537555068685.post-119991317283971751</id><published>2007-01-19T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:48:58.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 january 2007</title><content type='html'>I am depressed again lately. I even cried in school during breaktime. My friends thought that I was crying over the Biology paper! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considered some sort of nerd by many people in class as most of the time I answer the teachers' questions. I have little friends and the friends I have don't talk to me much or have better friends of their own. I do not have any best friends and people think that I'm strange. I can only maintain 2 to 3 sentences of conversation with my friends while they can talk to each other for an entire hour without losing interest. The things they like and I like are different. They like rock, I don't, they like world of warcraft, I don't. I can't seem to think of anything interesting to talk to them. All my good friends are the ones that approach me, the ones I approach never become my friends. Furthermore, most of my good friends are in different classes. I can't understand what is so different or strange about me, is it my looks? my voice or what? I feel inferior in the crowd, I have better relationships with my teachers (in fact, very good relationships) than I have with my friends. Most of the people would are good with friends, either they are good with the boys, or good with the girls, or both. For me, I suck at all of them. I am also the only one left sitting alone in class or at assembly.(My class has an odd number of students.) Everytime I and my friends are walking and talking, I always get pushed to the side, behind or infront but never stayed at the middle talking. My so-so friends now are Jia Hao, Eugene, Shen Liang and Bendexter. My good friends are Ash, Jeremy from US, Remy and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of boys bully me in class, Jian Fa, Andrew, Darren, Jeremy, Keith and Joel. A few days ago in a social study class, Darren and Keith bullied me rentlessly, poking me in the back and using the back of a highlighter to write on me (BTW: they sit behind me). I could hear their whispers. Darren said to Jian Fa, "Call that BASTARD to blahblahblah." I was very hurt. They treat me like an idiot too. Everytime I look at them they will say "Hello!" to me very "sweety". Darren even said directly at my face, " Go to Die, F*cker". My eyes are very small, so Joel imitates me, making his eyes into slits and staring at space dumbly. He even annouced to the class that day, shouting and defaming me, "Attention everyone!!!! Jireh has just asked for a class test!!" I felt like punching him on the face. That day, I broke down and cried into my pencil box during class. When the teacher gave out the biology tests for us to complete, Shen Liang saw me crying, and he did not do anything. I continued to cry after class at breaktime, some of my goodfriends came and comforted me. :) When I was crying in class, I kept singing the hymm "What a friend we have in Jesus" again and again in my head. I truly think that the only real friend I have in my life is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I didn't know I was cool among the girls once. I was browsing through the blogs of my friends and came onto this written by Michelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote=Michelle&gt;btw.. there's a new kid in our class, 2 Peace.. his name is Jireh Koh, if im not wrong.. and he's a singaporean who went to china for 3 years.. well, currently, i only hav gd points to add abt him~ he's really a nice and smart guy~ JiaHao better watch out!! and he let us copy his geog worksheet~ and all i hav to say is tat he is very very smart and nice ^-^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3073607537555068685-119991317283971751?l=mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/feeds/119991317283971751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3073607537555068685&amp;postID=119991317283971751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/119991317283971751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3073607537555068685/posts/default/119991317283971751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyoukokoro.blogspot.com/2007/01/19-january-2007.html' title='19 january 2007'/><author><name>Jkove the boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
