<?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-24643449</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:06:11.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLD YOU, fairytales are just written fantasies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>enjean</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24643449.post-117025256587650984</id><published>2007-01-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:09:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone</title><content type='html'>no, i AM NOT TURNING into the boys i used to CURSE.&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-117025256587650984?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/117025256587650984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=117025256587650984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/117025256587650984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/117025256587650984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2007/01/someone.html' title='someone'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-116827829345119932</id><published>2007-01-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:44:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>i love 26a.&lt;br /&gt;i miss kat cleo PRCs daddy&lt;br /&gt;e times we shared last yr&lt;br /&gt;e fun we had&lt;br /&gt;even those moments we are punished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26a = JAE + PAE + PRCs + DADDY&lt;br /&gt;an equation tt keeps adding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe no other class can give me such memories anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet after sch. gg somewhere everyday as a class. fun teacher tt gives in to us so much. love everywhere around us. hardwork put tgt to achieve our goals. getting punished tgt willingly. first slpover. first pitch-our-own-camp in sentosa. late nights out doing absolutely nothing. anywhere in the class is jus fine. breaking records tgt. OAC. sports day. interhouse games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we made history, 0626a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-116827829345119932?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/116827829345119932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=116827829345119932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116827829345119932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116827829345119932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2007/01/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-116827769556477405</id><published>2007-01-09T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:35:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24dec- &lt;/span&gt;went ice skating with mafia. been one yr since we met!! once we came back from turkey, all of us seem to hav gone back to their usual path. never imagine tt we would meet again!! i love mafia.  met amos on 302. went watch curse of the golden flower which was super zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26dec-&lt;/span&gt; steamboat with 6F!! swee, jaime, yewliang, amos, chenghao, kwanyong. amos is the ultimate gamer lar!! forever think of games.. yew did not look lyk he grow at all since p6. tho hes taller. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; haha, we played puzzle fighter!! EXCITING AR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31dec-&lt;/span&gt; went celebrate new yr at carrie's place! midnight BBALL!! haha. i love carrie's place!! n kar kar!! she's so nice. as usual, exco was there, slacking! kokok went crazy at twelve lar!! keep shouting out of e window. in e end, all of us hav to hide ard with e lights out. LOL. carrie's dice even dropped out of e window. violent kokok n sis. haha. we played eddie's beer game. woah! bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9jan&lt;/span&gt;- tired. sore eyes. dead. sick. bruises. cuts. i@fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-116827769556477405?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/116827769556477405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=116827769556477405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116827769556477405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116827769556477405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2007/01/summaries.html' title='summaries.'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-116542099123941182</id><published>2006-12-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:03:11.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love it when holidays come. but sometimes it is also e time when things get wild n things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-116542099123941182?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/116542099123941182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=116542099123941182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116542099123941182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116542099123941182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-it-when-holidays-come.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-116516244750244486</id><published>2006-12-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:14:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>its chalet tml!! 26A!! =DD oldies n newbies!! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel v evil but i hate someone real bad.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new game: rappelz. haha i love carrie for introducing me to it.. haha. at least i have something to aim for this holiday. other than studies which im been dying to do but will never do till e last few hours of e holiday.. think again, mayb not.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with 4P3s yst. was fun!! haha. boon boon went too n we went his house for movie! his dvd player is so lousy, it cant read vcds... he quit BP!! dint noe that until yst.. joshua such a sweetie, ayumi disc!!! =DDD fuyong became so toned, all of us was shocked.. haha everyone was O.O thats our fuyong?? hahaha. guess he misses his gang! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went long house to visit his injured arm. ok, visit him. was darn fun there too.. we're jus a bunch of playful monkeys. oops, mayb only my sis. ahah nikki! POKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel small. tiny. insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTIC shuffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-116516244750244486?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/116516244750244486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=116516244750244486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116516244750244486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116516244750244486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/12/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-116161933176474371</id><published>2006-10-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:02:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you. HAHAHA. my beloved omelette with cheese..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-116161933176474371?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/116161933176474371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=116161933176474371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116161933176474371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/116161933176474371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115867578864752866</id><published>2006-09-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:23:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;I AM ANGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........&lt;br /&gt;WAN PLAY AROUND, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115867578864752866?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115867578864752866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115867578864752866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115867578864752866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115867578864752866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-angry-i-am-angry-arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115806770033237587</id><published>2006-09-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:28:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geog was super boring yst.. i got into tennis elective.. FUN. just something tiny missing. hahaha.. no physics remedial yst, ps - my daddy slackin. =D today in chi, lim heng lee gave us an essay to complete. thinking about it, its true. even if a place never changed at all, when u go back to e place, the feeling will be different. i watched a show. the female character was brought to a porridge shop by her admirer. She always felt that the porridge that he bought for her, tasted terrible. Only after really going and visit the shop with him, did she realised that that is the same shop her dead lover and her frequent often in the past. the shop that sold the TASTIEST porridge. haha. bad example, i noe! zzzz im gg to bed soon.. i wan to be promoted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115806770033237587?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115806770033237587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115806770033237587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115806770033237587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115806770033237587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/geog-was-super-boring-yst.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115781967303537009</id><published>2006-09-10T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:34:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paya lebar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went paya lebar study!! haha.. near kat kat house.. eddie crazy ar! reach so early.. i was still slackin at home when he's in mrt.... LOL.. was very windy there.. haha, we also slacking there.. went toilet then wanted to scare kat.. ended up boo-ing wrong person!!! *MALU K*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddie refused to accompany me to jurong!! kokok agreed lo! haha. i miss my beloved daddy! &amp; husband! &amp;amp; sister!!! &amp;amp; some many many many more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115781967303537009?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115781967303537009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115781967303537009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115781967303537009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115781967303537009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/paya-lebar.html' title='paya lebar'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115759503335637516</id><published>2006-09-07T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:10:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MINGSHEN bdae today!! we're gg town to celebrate with him.. lunch only.. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kk house n swim yst. KAT is sooo accident prone!! lol. e moment she came, she hit her hand, then back, head! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; just realised e side of my face kena hit too.. a lump! eeeee. played rugby in e baby pool too. everyone started slamming each other, instead of playing e game. LOL. then we started our "you're sooo cute" game. HAHA. capturing one and everyone starts tickling. WAH. darn sadist.... had so much fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115759503335637516?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115759503335637516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115759503335637516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115759503335637516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115759503335637516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/mingshen-bdae-today-were-gg-town-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115726229366358789</id><published>2006-09-03T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T13:44:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lau pa sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally. there was an outing yst! i went yew tee mac to meet kat kat. she was studying with james ms &amp; long! aww, i feel guilty. so i agreed wx to go study with them today! =DD wat a gd way for me to compensate!! back back to yst. eddie reached orchard &amp;amp; we were still at yt. oops. kat kat &amp; me played all sorts of games on e train. darn fun lar. we were so paiseh &amp;amp; kept playing anyhow. darn eddie keep tempting us with &lt;b&gt;CHIPS TAKEAWAY SAUSAGE!!&lt;/b&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went makan-ing at CHIPS fareast! YUM &amp; 3 cups of lemonade + carrotcake! YUMMY. when we were supposed to go lau pa sat for dinner. WHO CARES. went raffles place meet kk &amp;amp; meralda. lau pa sat next! e food wasnt that great. we called e wrong satay stall. e uncle was sooo anxious lar.. we ordered beer &amp; this auntie collected our $$ and kept saying we dint look of age. -___+ then why did she collect e money... LOL. was darn warm. aft tt we went into some ulu shoppin centre's toilet. guess what! me n kat hid in one of them &amp;amp; wanted to scare e guys from e bottom of e door. &amp; THEY JUMPED. -___+ spoiled our plan, DARN. we found ONE RAFFLES QUAY somewhere near e mrt station &amp;amp; started going mad. eddie, kokok , kat kat &amp; me played cards,danced, handstands and kat freezed. eddie cant do e handstand by himself.. aww. lol, was super fun. i felt TIRED &amp;amp; really wanna sleep.... ARGH, why doesnt kokok or eddie stay near cck!! then i can lean on them..... zzzzz all of them were so sweet. kept msging me till i got home.. overshot my bus stop when i gt to cck &amp; had to sit one round... argh... i slept again. luckily i woke up at my stop. or i have to walk back le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/1600/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/320/Image042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eddie trying to do handstand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/1600/SP_A1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/320/SP_A1192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/1600/Image004.0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/320/Image004.0.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115726229366358789?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115726229366358789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115726229366358789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115726229366358789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115726229366358789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/lau-pa-sat.html' title='lau pa sat'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115718341269723732</id><published>2006-09-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:50:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU`</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU !!!&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU *points left&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU *points right&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU. *points down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg out today!! =DD i neeeeeed FUN please..  just let me have FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115718341269723732?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115718341269723732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115718341269723732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115718341269723732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115718341269723732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU`'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115713694482571324</id><published>2006-09-02T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T03:56:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taurus</title><content type='html'>btw, TAURUS won overall house champion!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115713694482571324?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115713694482571324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115713694482571324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115713694482571324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115713694482571324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/taurus.html' title='taurus'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115713602982780375</id><published>2006-09-02T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T02:40:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knot</title><content type='html'>maybe this is the way it should be.. just lyk this, you and me. just laughin and joking. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you dont have to succeed in your attempts to feel right. sometimes you want something so badly, you dint see the pond of sadness beside you. just by trying, you know you have done what you could have done. its worth trying. i will try again, just not now, not today. mayb another time. mayb never again. let this be a knot. one day i will untie it myself. =) it may take a second. a minute. one hour. or mayb, just mayb forever. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun at gary's house.. today and yst. too bad kat kat cant come today.. everytime its time to leave his place , i WANNA SLEEP!!!! *drowsy* hahaha. played so many games today.. eddie n kokok darn scary lar.. always anyhow play in bridge.. darn eddie, lyk to shout 4. tho its my FAV NUMBER, i dowan to be his partner! and im always e unlucky one.... kokok --&gt; stop OMG-ing. sis bought a new specs! dint hear her talk abt it, today wear to gary's house. COOL. she bought her plush PIG too.. =D khim's so in love with it, he keeps hugging it. LOL. kah kah cook dinner darn nice!! but i dont lyk eating fish when there's lots of bones! &gt;.&lt; i missed CHARMED today!! arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE there's outing tml.. i feel so deprived of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me have some fun before i start mugging.. wait, have i even started muggin before this year? noooo!! i cant let daddy down.. MUS PASS PHYSICS. N MATHS for PANG PANG. LIM PC, i will do my best, pls dont find me! so glad my teachers this year are great.. hope they teach me next year again. such a enthu, loving &amp; caring daddy. such a motherly &amp;amp; kind lim pc. hardworking pang pang who did so much extra work just to interest us to do the tutorials.. i love all of you. even if my grades doesnt show. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115713602982780375?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115713602982780375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115713602982780375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115713602982780375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115713602982780375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/09/knot.html' title='knot'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115694717001802074</id><published>2006-08-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:12:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>such a good friend, i dowan to lose. =) hi, i am shufen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115694717001802074?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24643449.post-115684209671105320</id><published>2006-08-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:01:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me be right</title><content type='html'>please let me have my way. :) i believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115684209671105320?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115684209671105320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115684209671105320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115684209671105320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115684209671105320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-be-right.html' title='let me be right'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115677370883210064</id><published>2006-08-28T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:01:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selfish girl. may time reveal this. may tml be my lucky day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115677370883210064?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115677370883210064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115677370883210064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115677370883210064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115677370883210064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/selfish-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115676281822122894</id><published>2006-08-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:00:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i might try</title><content type='html'>feeling sick now. i slept &amp; it wasnt good enough.. i hug my plush frog but its different. haha. i tink i just wan the old shoulder i lean on. LOL. i wan to be the one who accompany you down the road. sharing your woe. not running away. let me try. let me be your listener. i am not being rash. took me this much courage to ask. i know myself the best. but do you? haha.. i am not even sure i really know myself. but no, i am not going to just sit here and not try. at least let me try. mid course is coming and i wish to be the one who stayed by you. not the one who left and jus leave. i seem to know pw but suddenly i might not know it as well as i think i do. let us remind each other what our project is about and work it out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115676281822122894?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115676281822122894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115676281822122894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115676281822122894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115676281822122894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-might-try.html' title='i might try'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115669154592162094</id><published>2006-08-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:12:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>everything i see now, only makes me ask myself, why isnt everything just be this simple? why mus there be complications? so many things to consider? globalisation, eddie say. to me, it just boils down to this, you and me. im selfish. as long as you and me are bonded tgt, i believe things will work out. hahahaha. just my wishful thinking.. i cant stop working, just have to continue working and working and working.. i cant even afford to just cry, and cry until i really feel better.. things are left halfway. hahahaha.. weird, i chose this an outlet to release my frustations... such a good thing, no one comes here anymore. no more links. l o v e . its separated.. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115669154592162094?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115669154592162094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115669154592162094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115669154592162094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115669154592162094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115668881598608720</id><published>2006-08-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:26:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wish i can read people's mind. to know what they are really thinking. grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115668881598608720?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115668881598608720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115668881598608720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115668881598608720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115668881598608720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-i-wish-i-can-read-peoples-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115668379194415386</id><published>2006-08-27T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:03:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love you</title><content type='html'>its weird why people only cherish whats not here. you are so keen to make something work. and suddenly it breaks down. darn, sometimes u really wish to hit yourself right. cant seem to do things right. always failing in your task. you want so much to be the perfect person. but you know its impossible. sometimes you think, why try when in the end, you cant keep anything. you have your family now. and after 100 years, where are they? unless they are zombies. you keep your fav toy and after 50 yrs, where isit? someone threw it away. you totally forgot abt it. i hate this. DARN. cant everything be as simple as A + B = C? where A is a constant. then there wil only be TWO VARIABLES. NOTHING TO CONSIDER. nothing to think about. JUST you and me. i feel so selfish now. haha. my fren got into a car accident. cos some stupid idiot was drunk. why the hell did he drive if he is drunk? no excuse. drunk can knock someone down? argh.. cant u take a taxi home?!? or simply lie under some HDB blocks and whine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115668379194415386?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115668379194415386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115668379194415386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115668379194415386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115668379194415386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-still-love-you.html' title='i still love you'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115665321358876129</id><published>2006-08-27T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:33:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nth i can do to ask you to stay</title><content type='html'>actually believed that someone somebody can turn back time. mayb another chance. then i realised, theres nothing i can do. haha.. dumb me. night seem so long these days. yet i cant seem to slp long. everytime i open my eyes, its me again.. had a big fight with my brother yst. darn. i love him. but i hate it when he screams at me. i have enough trouble ok. jus want them all to leave me alone.. i dowan to fight with them. not in a very good mood. its bad when your own bro call you names.. he's your own brother and yet he doesnt understand. it started so long ago. when we were young, everything was so beautiful. now jus being in the same room can start a war. cant even talk to him now. he will jus burst &amp; start shouting. my dad have enough problems with his boss and workers ok. i dowan him to feel the same at home. i heard from my sis, sth happened between my mom and dad. no, i dowan that to happen again. darn my uncles. every problem they have, they come and disturb my dad. even my mother's side too. ARGH. cant they settle themselves. cant they grow up &amp;amp; at least try. my dad is not superman ok. he has to explain lyk duno how many times , why u dun turn up for work, why u make mistakes &amp; disappear. cant u be a man! stop letting him take the rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wish i can let them see the perfect home. dread going back now. i am e one who made them upset.  ran out yst and really dint want to come back anymore. if i could jus disappear. then i tot of my parents. they will be so sad. to bring me to this world n see me leave. my grades are suffering too. nv tried so hard to study. yet it doesnt seem enough. does others have to go thr this too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115665321358876129?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115665321358876129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115665321358876129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115665321358876129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115665321358876129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/nth-i-can-do-to-ask-you-to-stay.html' title='nth i can do to ask you to stay'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115657625651926880</id><published>2006-08-26T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:10:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still i duno what i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115657625651926880?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115657625651926880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115657625651926880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115657625651926880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115657625651926880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-i-duno-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115656640198205968</id><published>2006-08-26T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:41:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give up</title><content type='html'>no. after so much thinking this 2 days, no i am not going to let go of the love i still have inside me. no, i am not going to give up on this part of love in me. i might not have love in me anymore if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime when i see people say anything can change but their love for someone will never change. i know its all bullshit. at one pt or another, their love for this someone will waver. &amp; in the end, they will stop loving this someone. sometimes they give themselves a time frame, sometimes they tell them they will stop loving if it rains now. but this time round, i am not letting go of the love in myself. my ability to still love. its diff from all the talks of love between buddies and family. a higher degree of love. love is such a magical being, why would someone pin a devil behind it? when u look at love, sometimes you see the angel, sometimes you see the devil. often i wonder what will happen to me, if i am evil, prying into people's heart and squeeze the life out of them. this way, i end up laughing cos i dont feel anything. people say no one understands yourself more than you do. why doesn't i understand myself? is this a phrase of life that everyone have to go thr? everyone have to be taught a lesson? i wish to continue believing that one day in the future, the love that last forever will appear in front of me. forever, does anything last forever? even the so hardy &amp;amp; strong rock will end up being destroyed by the flowing water. even the world is changing every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says two person cant remain as good friends? that was something i will say in the past. "i have a good friend and that will not change". but really, things can change. it will change. it happened so fast, i duno when. it moved like a milli-cm every millisec but still the feeling still set in. nothing need to be said. almost like promises not worded. the best way to say it, is not from the physical mouth. but perhaps maybe something deeper, something like the window of our soul. human are so hard to deal with. i say things i dont mean. bt i say things i really do mean. but how can this two be differentiated? you cant use maths. you cant use even your heart. only i will know. only i have the answer. it may be the same to anyone, to you, to him. the stupid &amp;amp; most idiotic thing is i wont know cos i am not you, not him. not her. two being can never be one. cos its not impossible physically. spirtually, who knows? we still retain whats ours. but whats ours? what is truly ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a dream last night. why are dreams so beautiful? perhaps its becos that is the mirror of who doesnt get to happen in reality. i said "efforts can be made for anything to be done" before. yes its true. bt no, its not entirely true. you know, and i know it doesnt work in the real world. i can try but when others made it so clear. will anyone be so rash to break into this peaceful war? a war inside. to let go and to hold on. every horoscope, zodiac paper says that i am bold, express myself so well. ya, mayb down on the paper. i back up when i assume i already got the answer. thank you. just cant bring myself to scream at you. to say please remain here.  as i told ms, whats so good abt him? nothing bad. even the tiniest ant is precieved as the mighty king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115656640198205968?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24643449.post-115651188444851418</id><published>2006-08-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:14:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts me to see. but i still wants to see. whats wrong with me. why do i keep thinking of everything.. cant i be dumb, retarded, stupid. then no more mixed up feelings. i have too many stuff in my mind that i cant read any of them. i cant see my future. what will i end up with? what will happen to me? i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it hard to say what one truly feels to pple they love? i love my parents, but i m always quarreling with them. i love people. i have so many thoughts in my mind. i want to read them out. but when i face them, i end up straying from what i want to say. feel so bad having to undergo these emotions. wanting to do something u know you canot do. you have to consider the feelings of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so final, nothing can change that. i know i dont have the power to do anything. emotions are so raw at night. i wish to hold on. i wish i can. but this will only worsen the little we have left. it will not be e same. what we go thr, are what shapes us. why are humans so weird? willingly to risk everything for that something special. when in the end, you lost everything. sometimes even yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is never so clear, the moon is never so bright. im determined to hold on to this friendship. it is hard to find a friend so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise it will not disappear from this world. i will protect it. i promise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115651188444851418?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24643449.post-115650662377399247</id><published>2006-08-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:52:14.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHA. feeling so high today.. life can be beautiful.. let me see this side of the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sparks of fire are just for brief moments. so yesterday. so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;failed my physics test again.. so many things i have to do.. i HAVE to pass my PHYSICS. if it wasn't for daddy, i would have given up on physics long ago. i never like physics. cant comprehend the simple eqns. daddy, you motivate me. to pass, to score. your efforts will not go down the drain. i cant let that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;getting so tired of pw. just the mere mention of it makes my heart sink deeper. no way i can give up. im not letting nik eddie n kokok down. have to endure. just more few months. i can be strong. i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all i need to do is smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115650662377399247?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115650662377399247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115650662377399247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650662377399247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650662377399247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115650619776324603</id><published>2006-08-25T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:19:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you love someone, set them free. if they return, it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;if they dont, their love was never yours to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why set them free in the first place? you should hold on tightly. and go thr everything that comes in the way. fight the problems. not run away from them. if you leave when there's a setback, not only are u letting yourself down. you are letting others down. all the things that you said, doesnt have any value anymore. what are friends for? you ask what are their problems and expect them to confide in you. when you doesnt want to tell them about yours. who is feeling worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said love was meant to be let go.&lt;br /&gt;who said love was meant to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you forfeiting your chance to love if you chose to let go?&lt;br /&gt;are you holding on so tightly, he/she had no space to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on is easy.&lt;br /&gt;letting go is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how quietly love crawls into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;leaving a silly smile stuck to your face each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cycle&lt;br /&gt;a curse&lt;br /&gt;it just goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;spinning almost like it never will stop&lt;br /&gt;the emotions of a lost baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24643449-115650619776324603?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115650619776324603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115650619776324603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650619776324603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650619776324603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-love-someone-set-them-free.html' title=''/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115650407049247155</id><published>2006-08-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:27:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story about a lost child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE STORY OF THE LOST CHILD&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;a child was born&lt;br /&gt;with no kins&lt;br /&gt;with no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day she was born&lt;br /&gt;she longed for a mother&lt;br /&gt;someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down&lt;br /&gt;the lonely alley&lt;br /&gt;a lady approached&lt;br /&gt;"i can take care of you&lt;br /&gt;like you are my only one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only been few months&lt;br /&gt;few happy moments&lt;br /&gt;all she last heard was&lt;br /&gt;"im sorry, i loved another"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more tries&lt;br /&gt;three more failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two identical reasons,&lt;br /&gt;two feathers of the same bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one controlled the world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;one had to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all four women left&lt;br /&gt;leaving this child&lt;br /&gt;less than what she had&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more searching&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;it was chance&lt;br /&gt;it was fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;she chose to stay&lt;br /&gt;in this home&lt;br /&gt;bustling with life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a blink&lt;br /&gt;months nowhere to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more friend&lt;br /&gt;one more companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging in a corner&lt;br /&gt;a perfect portrait&lt;br /&gt;of a mother &amp;amp; her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the fire&lt;br /&gt;the picture burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;love was jus not enough&lt;br /&gt;"no more new love"&lt;br /&gt;was the last words of this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115650407049247155?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115650407049247155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115650407049247155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650407049247155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115650407049247155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-about-lost-child.html' title='a story about a lost child.'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-115642549879940672</id><published>2006-08-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:52:05.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes it can be a simple thing.. jus a feeling.. nothing have to be done.. it simply move on by itself, stroke by stroke. drawing a picture. a pretty scenery and two images.. love. its all the uncertainy that made me go mad.. drive myself nuts. i dint want to walk the first step. first steps doesnt give me the answers i hope to hear. but it certainly able to clear my doubts. i get my answer. imagination can go as wild as one lets it to. i allowed mine to run, till somewhere i myself cant control. everything i fall, i noe i will get better. i noe one day, in the future, i will look back n say that was nothing. but now, let it get so bad, it cant get any worse. then everything will go uphill, to the original starting pt. it may not be the same. but i really wish it will go well. i never wanted to go thr this again. after all, thats hard work. but if i choose again, i will walk the same road. the gist of it, made me smile so much. i never tot i am able to feel this way again. thank you. as james said, no excuse is sometimes better than a bad one. at least, the clouds of doubts cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says that when something is broken, it canot be mended? when i say it does, i see the mended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Newton's third law states &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;for every action (force)   in nature there is an equal reaction working on the opposite direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. When i feel down, i noe you do too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wan to see the truly smiling person i used to have in class.  smiles never go away, pls dig them up. digging in process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did many things i will never tot of doing at all this week.. actually did my work before shooting.. tried to listen in lectures n class.. my mind was never so clear, and never so blurred. takin this week away will be great. but who can do tt for me. even if nothing happened, this week will still arrive, in the matter of time. may today put a halt to the bad bad week. let me feel sad this one time. i cant hold on to this love. relaxing my grip might help me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-115642549879940672?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/115642549879940672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=115642549879940672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115642549879940672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/115642549879940672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/08/newton.html' title='newton'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114578206685946740</id><published>2006-04-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:22:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OAC 2006</title><content type='html'>o6two6a rocks!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OVERALL CHAMP CLASS&lt;/span&gt;!! i love 26a!! i love nivla!!&lt;br /&gt;how good can this be? best classmates, best teacher, best class!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;19/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;did e tower elements on day one. taurus had field cooking first. 26a was e last to collect e can food n maggie mee. but we've gt ALOT!! too bad nt enough time.. while other class are already eating, our water is still nt boiling.. -__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i FELL&lt;/span&gt; b4 gg for act 1. made a hole in my track pants b4 wearing it for 5 mins! e material is sooo thin.. cut my hand n injured my knee. lol, i continued running to e place. dint realised i was bleedin. LOL. mr ng saw n brought me to command post to dress up e wound. kat came along too. kat darn pro~ i love kat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its my turn to go up e tower for abseiling, i was feeling butterflies in my stomach.. went up anw. e first thing i said when i reached e top was "cant i go down nw?" haha. ms lee keep telling me to look at her. she gave me confidence. slowly i look down. i can overcome my fear. =D mei was behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act 2&lt;br /&gt;high elements. did 3 out of 4 of e high elements. so proud of myself. i noe i wouldnt be able to overcome my fear of hts with 26a. for ODAC!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;et did chicken dance on e swinging pole thing n kokok was made to walk back to his starting pt cs et refused to let him down.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. sis n me went to do e broken bridge station first! odac master told et tt we v fast!! =DD i love my sis!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cindy, u did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26a girls had to squeeze. but in e end, all of us wasnt able to get to sleep. darn ants n flies everywhere!! sis n me lean against each other, trying to sleep. xinyu was turning almost every sec.. b4 long, it was 4 in e morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;20/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed up at 4 plus. ate breakfast in our bunk =xx  kat lost many of her stuff!! sis was so tired.  went to assemble for PT early. PT was ok. nt as bad as i expected. gary had a secret trick for doing e leg raise!!! was extremely useful.. naughty carrie! kokok keep moving near sis when he is doing jumpin jack.. sis almost hit him. HAHA. we found a frog in our bunk!! eek! alisa kept cursing when it refusedo to jump down. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26a broke all e records on day 2!&lt;/span&gt;! by a huge margin too!! we teased ms lee at e flying fox place. LOL. e odac pple was also having fun with us! took class pix with e spider web girl. forgot her name. =xx will find out soon. odac rox. gwen did nigra crossing with us too!! =dd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kayaking. darn sea caused my wound to get infected! dead fishes floating.. kokok still take n throw at KK. everyone run away from kokok!! 26a was always tgt on e sea. et n me refused to go on shore when we kayaking back. we keep kayaking backwards. et keep saying "still gt so many pple behind, we take our time relax" LOL. calvin taught us hw to splash water with e oar. so hard to master la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taurus was so hyper during camp fire. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;XINYU ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;. naughty girl. our item with 11a was soo bad. but nvm, we gt over with it.. =xx alisa was mental during campfire. she kept shouting GEYLANG. leeyen had to cover her mouth so many times!! overall rasalas's item looks better. cheers for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cold in e nite. but we were still as sticky!! xinyu n kat went downstairs to slp as there wasnt enough space. sis n me listened to her phone's radio. wonder hw we slp, when i woke up in e middle of e nite. i found her phone out of e bunk.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hanging by e wire, OUTSIDE. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fortunately, i pulled it back to safety. =dd her new phone somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;21/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SWEEP. n 26a kept cheering while we swept e floor, wiped e pillars n mopped. all of us was so happy when we was e best class. at first xuan xuan's class was leading by 0.4pts. sis went up collect e bag of goodies from nivla. nivla even bought extra goodies for us. 26a was so energetic on e bus. cheered n played. e ride home felt so short. i know i will not be able to forget 26a. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza hut was next on 26a 's list!! nivla n 18 of us went to makan! we was e first to go into pizza hut. bet we scared e waiters there while we cheered. =xx played zhong ji mi ma after eating. ma lin added alot of chilli oil n she ended up drinking TWICE! she darn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokok et sis mingshen james went to gary house!! HAHA we stink his house. guess sis n me shocked james when both of us dived onto gary's bed!! =DD sis had to leave ard evening.. ooh, she get to eat nasi lemak!! e rest of us stayed for dinner n left ard ten plus. while watchin e police show halfway on gary's bed, i fell aslp n did sth darn malu. my beloved frens wont reveal them. i trust them!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24643449-114578206685946740?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114578206685946740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114578206685946740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114578206685946740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114578206685946740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/04/oac-2006.html' title='OAC 2006'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114537265769208650</id><published>2006-04-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:08:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OAC tml</title><content type='html'>tml is e outdoor adventure camp!! so excited.. lol.. act 1 high elements!! x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;时间不再等我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-114537265769208650?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114537265769208650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114537265769208650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114537265769208650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114537265769208650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/04/oac-tml.html' title='OAC tml'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114515548870646602</id><published>2006-04-16T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:12:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>溜冰？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哈哈。。&lt;/span&gt; went to iceskate yst.. was darn fun.. =dd n wet.. lol!! duno who started scrapping ice n puttin in pple shirt!! -____+ i cant skate properly, let alone try to run away.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;gary, et, kat, kok kok, mr ng, mingshen, dawei n kk went. kok kok first time go, n he turned a circle.. !! went pool aft our "snacks" n home sweet home..&lt;br /&gt;msn yst nite was so chaotic.. exco type so fast tt i cant catch up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;什么也不想做&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/24643449-114515548870646602?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114515548870646602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114515548870646602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114515548870646602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114515548870646602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_16.html' title='溜冰？'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114482447816477949</id><published>2006-04-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:30:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《爸爸的花儿落了》， 第八题</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“我们是那么喜欢长大变成大人，同时我们又是多么害怕变成大人。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我非常同意这句话。 我还记得还在小学时，老师一定会叫全班写一篇作文，题目是 “我的梦想”。 我想到的第一件事，一定会是 “我要赶快长大, 做大人，就可以赚很多很多的钱了！！”  正当我一天天长大时，我好想好想回到从前，回到年幼的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我是还是小孩的时候， 看到的只不过是大人世界里种种的美丽。看不到的不好，爸爸妈妈都藏在心里。他们不会让我看到自己的辛苦。我就是在爸爸妈妈的庇护中长大的。我没看到他们的泪水，没看到爸爸天天工作的辛苦，妈妈在家里忙着做家务。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，我已经十七岁了。今年，我做了人生的一大选择。我选了初级学院。不到成年人的我，已经必须选我以后要走的路。我不到十八，就已经感    到现实生活的匆忙。 我不再想长大了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人怕看可怕的戏，同时也喜欢看可怕的戏。道理是一样的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-114482447816477949?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114482447816477949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114482447816477949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114482447816477949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114482447816477949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_12.html' title='《爸爸的花儿落了》， 第八题'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114474312042883272</id><published>2006-04-11T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:28:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>三月份的假期</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;老师，对不起那么迟才交。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;距离三月份的假期虽然已经很久了， 但是我知道这一年的三月份假期是一个对我最难忘的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十一日&lt;br /&gt;我和几个班上的同学一起到乌节路开始我们的募捐活动。 本来很多人说他们要去的， 谁知道只有七个人。哈哈。 到乌节路，我们分成三组到 isetan 向路人募捐。当天有很多小学， 中学， 初级学院的学生跟我们一样在向路人募捐。 有一位路人还没走到我的面前时，手上已经有一把铜钱了。辛苦了一个下午，我还是吸取了不少宝贵的经验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十二日&lt;br /&gt;我在家里休息了一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十三日&lt;br /&gt;那天，我们和其它班的同学到东海岸骑了一整个下午的脚车。原来东海岸好大阿!   骑到我好累啊！ 在快餐店吃了晚餐，之后便个自回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十四日&lt;br /&gt;三月十四日是 eddie 的十七个生日。 cleo, nik, cindy, cherylee, "carrie" , kok kok 还有我， 到了他的家给了他一个惊喜！！ 哈哈。我想他还没忘记吧。 哈哈。 之后，我们前往圣淘沙庆祝 eddie 的生日。 一天又过了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/1600/IMGP094421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/2558/320/IMGP094421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;三月十五日&lt;br /&gt;nik, gary, kok kok, eddie, shi huey 还有我靠近great world打保龄球和桌球。 后来，arison 和 merrill 也来一起玩。 我们也到 great world 里逛了逛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十六日，三月十七日，三月十八日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这三天, kok kok, eddie, gary，nik 和我到 kiliney road 温习功课。那里的日本餐好好吃啊！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三月十九日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们去westmall 看蓝球比赛，好精彩！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-114474312042883272?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114474312042883272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114474312042883272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114474312042883272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114474312042883272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='三月份的假期'/><author><name>enjean</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-24643449.post-114380798346756368</id><published>2006-03-31T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:06:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=DD</title><content type='html'>haha.. kept laughin today.. ppl sitting at our table during physics kept doing wrong things.. cindy had to redraw her graph FIVE times!! kk tried so hard to balance e test tube in e water, he gave up n copy nik's graph. literally trace his graph out!! my part of e table was almost always wet.. kept spilling water from e beaker. HAHA. i think e only "normal" being was nik n she was slackin there while e rest chiong-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. have to redo my chinese post.. @!%!@^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____i want e photos from li en!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24643449-114380798346756368?l=enjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/feeds/114380798346756368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24643449&amp;postID=114380798346756368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114380798346756368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24643449/posts/default/114380798346756368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enjean.blogspot.com/2006/03/dd.html' title='=DD'/><author><name>enjean</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></feed>
