<?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-3906220617123636019</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:47:41.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DRAMATIC LIFE .....</title><subtitle type='html'>Life nowadays have changed... It's becoming worst... Selfishness, greediness and of course it's bcoz we age...Hope we will turn into a better being that GOD has hoped for.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-164610071027925272</id><published>2010-02-09T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:59:11.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz A Bad Day~~</title><content type='html'>Today it's really a bad day... I mean i was late for school... Got scolded... Then I was like searching for my assignment at home... which I found it... it was in my brother's room and which cause me to be late for school... Then I got hit by the badminton racquet on my face in school, while I was in P.E. Class... OUCH!!! It really hurts... It's like swollen ady... I wonder how she play badminton lar...&amp;nbsp;Glasses got scratches... probably i'm gonna get scolded by mom later since that glasses cost about RM 500.. She's definitely gonna kill me... Well, then after school... I'll teach the 1st years marching... Which my friend a.k.a. partner juz made me really piss off. Coz I was scolding that kid when he was juz asking... P.S. He was asking a really stupid question... plus he came late for practice... then he talks a lot... He was playing even though I called him to get into formation... Every time I say things nicely to him, he gets even more rebelious... So i every time talk to him i gotta be strict lar... My so called friend.... who suddenly come for practice... which he comes once in a while.... scold me without thinking or asking me... He juz shouted at me in front of everybody.. Really no face whey me... Then I tried to tell me but he keep on getting on my nerves... I try telling him off, but he keeps fighting back... ME... I didn't want to fight anymore in front of the Ist years students... Walked away... And as i hear what my juniors say.... They say he said that i &lt;em&gt;merajuk.... &lt;/em&gt;What the h*ll!!! Come on and he say a lot of bad stuffs about me... What a friend??? Today it's really juz a bad day for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-164610071027925272?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/164610071027925272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=164610071027925272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/164610071027925272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/164610071027925272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2010/02/juz-bad-day.html' title='Juz A Bad Day~~'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1365563765452360422</id><published>2010-02-09T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:46:15.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone~~</title><content type='html'>Of course you don't easily cut the connection between your friends.... do you??? I mean during recess you'll meet up even though you're in a different class right??? But my friends... I think they probably don't think of me as an important friend anymore... My friends dun talk to me during recess times... I'm really feeling that my relationship with them is like so far away... They go everywhere without me... They didn't ask me out... Every time.. when I log in into my facebook account... I saw pictures of them all together hanging out and i'm like alone at home. Now probably... Facebook is like my updating source... For friends lar~~ I'm really sad... Are they enough of me or are they juz using all the while??? I'm so confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1365563765452360422?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1365563765452360422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1365563765452360422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1365563765452360422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1365563765452360422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2010/02/alone.html' title='Alone~~'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3260219670038226958</id><published>2010-02-09T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:39:06.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different~~</title><content type='html'>This year... It's kinda different from my three years in secondary school... I mean I'm not in the same class as my other used to be hangout friends... There in my new class is like total different atmosphere... I can't believe i used to be like always want to be in same class with all my friends and this year i was like whatever lar... Juz do it for my future... Last time I was more into friends than my future... May be cause i didn't get what I wanted to get when it was on 24th December 2009... It's kinda the worst day... Probably that's why... FUTURE VS FRIENDS... I picked future... I didn't mean that i dun like my friends lar it's juz for the class thingy.... So pls dun get ... yea~~ Even though all that happened... I still got some of my friends there... Juz that I'm like the only one from the different class... That's what it's different.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3260219670038226958?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3260219670038226958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3260219670038226958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3260219670038226958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3260219670038226958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2010/02/different.html' title='Different~~'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8972209647805677394</id><published>2010-02-09T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:26:03.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Year 2010^^</title><content type='html'>I know it's kinda late but. yea~~ But never mind I'll now start my blog writting again. So people this year is gonna be new... I mean mangas animes ... They're all gone... So sorry... but it doesn't mean that i dun like anime... Juz that now... it's gonna be new ler~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8972209647805677394?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8972209647805677394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8972209647805677394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8972209647805677394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8972209647805677394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-2010.html' title='A new Year 2010^^'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2048936438686192613</id><published>2009-05-03T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:19:24.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo The WoRst SuB....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sf1Fc-8TX4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FW20llRMN-0/s1600-h/th7663516b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sf1Fc-8TX4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FW20llRMN-0/s320/th7663516b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331493898111115138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To tell you the truth I hate to study Geography... I mean Form 1 topics are cool... but Form 2 &amp;amp; 3 is seriously really boring... and the same thing... makes it feel so useless to study... and then fail the exam... not exactly fail... But not an A!!!! Today before onlining.... Man me such a good girl had studied the Geo... Man really tired now... Just bought yesterday... Then... study today... for 3 hours!!!! OMG!!!! I must be sick!!! Yea.. that's it...Wait... One word... I'm not a nerd!!! Don't be mistaken... Cauz someone juz said why study so hard ???? Later become nerd... May be you're a nerd ady!!! Man!!! So irritating!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2048936438686192613?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2048936438686192613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2048936438686192613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2048936438686192613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2048936438686192613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/05/geo-worst-sub.html' title='Geo The WoRst SuB....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sf1Fc-8TX4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FW20llRMN-0/s72-c/th7663516b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-493132331122720644</id><published>2009-05-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:14:55.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRoCerieS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SfxHREIq-UI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WxcU7tGAhFU/s1600-h/fight_fight_fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SfxHREIq-UI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WxcU7tGAhFU/s320/fight_fight_fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214417393285442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition... a long day.... man really tired you know.... I went to Tesco... Supposedly ... I go back home with my friend... but... instead my dad came... and my elder bro too... Man my elder bro standing there like he's waiting for a prey or something.... But despite his looks he's nice... Okay why my dad came and pick me up ??? He needs man power... ehem... woman power... A strong person like me... Haiz... so tired lar... Of course there is a trolley... but... what about when you bring it up to the house... Darn it!!!! Should have came out earlier.... Okay then in Tesco.... in was kinda funny today... A lot of moms and children were like struggling with their groceries... Of course the so kind hearted girl... which is me helped them... Hahaha^^ ...The little girl was so cute... She was like carrying a bag of onions... and struggling with it... I helped her lar.... Okay enough of blabbering  about my kindness.... Then I went to the Popular bookstore... Man the reference book that one of my friend bought was like RM 9.90.... and I got it for RM1.98 cheaper... That means it's RM 7.92... Hehe^^ Lucky.... Then, my elder bro was like so angry... He kept his computer open, I mean his game was still on... And he has this pet or something and it will die if no food is given... and it was supposedly to be bought with RM 250 but... my bro got it for free.... redeem his points lar... So he was like if his pet is dead he's gonna whack me up.... Luckily , it didn't die it was like it's life lar 1/300... And bro said if we were late about 2-3 minutes it will die.... Lucky me!!! Yea and that's 'bout today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-493132331122720644?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/493132331122720644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=493132331122720644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/493132331122720644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/493132331122720644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/05/groceries.html' title='GRoCerieS ...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SfxHREIq-UI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WxcU7tGAhFU/s72-c/fight_fight_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7290355121303664314</id><published>2009-05-01T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:07:37.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WedDing Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sfq7wTzeRPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MUDavvdTEbM/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sfq7wTzeRPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MUDavvdTEbM/s320/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330779547570685170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... my aunt's wedding day a.k.a. my mom's cousin sister which was 23-25 years old... Wow !!! still so freaking young.... Before going to Pahang ... we cleaned the house .... the whole family except for my dad... he need to do something in USJ... Man everyone was like so buzy ... very long time din clean the house together already... After that about... 2.15... like that we start movin'... Than reach there almost like a stranger there lar cauz everyone's my mom couz so like stranger... Only a few I knew lar my 2nd couz.... There we had dinner... Man quite delicious ... we had it in a restaurant not hotel lar... In a village like that mar... OK after that going back home... My best moment ... everyone was asleep except for my mom and me... actually i got a little sleep... When I woke up I saw 3 stars... very bright ... Hmmm... very nice... Then after that a few stars .... A few minutes later... i can't see anything else... But din give up... Continue to see... Then a road of stars and later a sea of stars... Never see anything like that in my entire life before.... After that got lesser and lesser... I mean further and further... And actually that sea of stars were on top of a very small village... I hope it was here... In K.L. That was the best moment ever ... I won't ever forget it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7290355121303664314?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7290355121303664314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7290355121303664314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7290355121303664314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7290355121303664314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-day.html' title='WedDing Day....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sfq7wTzeRPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MUDavvdTEbM/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5305879942570219738</id><published>2009-04-30T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:39:07.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BaNd.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflji2Ph7DI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hJ_r6EAYY9g/s1600-h/fight_fight_fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflji2Ph7DI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hJ_r6EAYY9g/s320/fight_fight_fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330401084297047090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band got to play in the SMK Mutiara... Yay!!! And that means the other band didn't get to play... But it doesn't mean I'm proud of it or anything... And I think the other band is angry... Don't wanna talk 'bout it... I mean to tell you the truth... No offense lar you guys... The two leaders are juz too ego, too competitive..., too selfish... and more... i think... I thought "Our year" was the best!!! Cauz we rarely have fights... But this year... It's a big change... i juz hope it can be like last year... Very fun... This year... always fight, fight, fight,..... Pissed off, pissed off, pissed off.... Ain't it annoying ???? Why can't we all get along??? Always having fun...Haiz... hope it would get better.... I mean it's okay to fight and then get along but... this is not... you're angry and that's it...So freakin' annoying.... And lastly... I have no comment on how you guys fight... juz get along after the fight...And be gentle the you know what gender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5305879942570219738?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5305879942570219738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5305879942570219738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5305879942570219738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5305879942570219738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/band.html' title='BaNd.....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflji2Ph7DI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hJ_r6EAYY9g/s72-c/fight_fight_fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-689093897634247245</id><published>2009-04-30T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:16:18.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FoRm One's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflcvwfn0mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qzmo0R-qyyU/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflcvwfn0mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qzmo0R-qyyU/s320/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330393609510834786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I don't understand this year's Form 1's.... They are so scary... They scold us Form 3's... Not me... Until now no one scold me lar or something... Haiz... if you have read the these certain blogs lar you would know.. And I'm not saying anything 'bout the blogs I'm juz gonna read and shut up.. I don't wanna cauz trouble... But... I still like the Form 1's they are so cute!!! Yea that's what I'm gonna say... And nothing else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-689093897634247245?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/689093897634247245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=689093897634247245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/689093897634247245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/689093897634247245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/form-ones.html' title='FoRm One&apos;s....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sflcvwfn0mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qzmo0R-qyyU/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4869228208810294214</id><published>2009-04-30T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:00:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FigHts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflabsZaP1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EhCQy4b5Y_s/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflabsZaP1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EhCQy4b5Y_s/s320/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330391065790398290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I fought with Jarrett until we cried... So sad... Even the listener Priya cried.... What did we fought 'bout??? Because he was pissed off... Why because I chase them out of the class... They said why can't they come in the class when I can come in their class... They were correct... partly... I shouldn't be too angry and sad about my results and chase them out... But... I wouldn't chase if he didn't knocked on to me and didn't say sorry and ran into the class away from me... Anyway I was partly wrong for being too angry... I mean you were partly wrong too... I mean we have a teacher in the class and you just go into the class without permission... They said I was too much for it... But I only go into the class when there is no teacher... So don't compare me... but sorry too... for being too over ... yea... Then Jarrett said I should '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halau&lt;/span&gt;' them out off the band room when they never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'halau&lt;/span&gt;' us before out off the room... I want to say something... All the while I didn't '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halau&lt;/span&gt;' you guys its juz that that day Vannessa wanted to practiced alone and there were only 5 minutes... So ask them to go out... nicely you know.... But no one listened... So I said... "GET OUT" ... Then they blame me.... Haiz... people nowadays just get angry too easily or pissed off!!!!And I hate it... I let Jarrett say everything out... Then only I said everything lar... Don't ask me cauz I just pour everything out... And didn't remember.... And Jarrett apologized... and me too. As people say the easiest way too finish up this misunderstanding is forgive and forget... And now Jarrett had been smiling at me more often and some person has been pissed off of me and not talking to me... And I'm mad now!!!....And that person should know it better....I hate angry people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4869228208810294214?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4869228208810294214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4869228208810294214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4869228208810294214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4869228208810294214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/fights.html' title='FigHts.....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflabsZaP1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EhCQy4b5Y_s/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5759636414034164452</id><published>2009-04-30T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:40:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKetch iN SKull...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflV6M2x7bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gdu-78fRAdM/s1600-h/akatsukichibis.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflV6M2x7bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gdu-78fRAdM/s320/akatsukichibis.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330386092341456306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day for UBS Meeting Me, Ivy, Janice and Rachel helped the form 5 seniors with their sketch... They gave us some key words and we need to have those words in our sketch ... Ours is kinda funny... It was 'bout a girl who stole the queen bee and a heart shaped monster's baby and ran away to a space ship and both the couple was so worried that they go find the merman to ask about the whereabouts of their beloved baby... And the merman can only speak bubble language... And in the end they found their baby lar... And we got first place... Yay!!! The other two groups were funny as well... I mean they like there's an elf lar than a baby girl which was acted as a guy... And then in love in a funny way ... Aliens too... Which were acted by the form five's and unimaginable... It was a funny day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5759636414034164452?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5759636414034164452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5759636414034164452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5759636414034164452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5759636414034164452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/sketch-in-skull.html' title='SKetch iN SKull...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflV6M2x7bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gdu-78fRAdM/s72-c/akatsukichibis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5234601173925920161</id><published>2009-04-30T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:10:53.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EaSTer Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflO5jAu4CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Wnzuop20DF4/s1600-h/akatsukichibis.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflO5jAu4CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Wnzuop20DF4/s320/akatsukichibis.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330378384527515682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnest day ever... That day was kinda fun lar... i mean better than any other day lar I guess... Okay there we dance lar.. The cooking dance ... Hahaha^^ Joking .... There were also singing which their voices I admire most the band and everything... I love it.. It's soooo cool!!! Actually really nothing too say cauz it was so good that it is indescripable ... Yea... Just that I got to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ejek&lt;/span&gt;' some people... Hehe^^Yea that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5234601173925920161?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5234601173925920161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5234601173925920161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5234601173925920161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5234601173925920161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-day.html' title='EaSTer Day...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflO5jAu4CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Wnzuop20DF4/s72-c/akatsukichibis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4493779814115192074</id><published>2009-04-29T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:02:39.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaMp... UBS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflMCw_Q-pI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NjTKgsR6G30/s1600-h/babyGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflMCw_Q-pI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NjTKgsR6G30/s320/babyGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330375244363397778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 'bout the camp... Fun lar overall even though din win... So sad.... I really wanted to win... 1stly there now a lot of friends... Back... Went there got team mates.. Then need to find a group name... Our group name is Zenith... I heard that the other camp before this camp.. There was a group named Zenith... What lah.... hope they din think that we stole their name... Hahaha^^ And we decided on the name and cheer like almost the last minute of the time... Geez... Yea the other groups name were kinda pro and kinda weir lah... No offence ar... Okay then firstly we din really blend with each other... Because it was kinda a lot of Malay there... I mean mostly all Malay peoples... Only chinese peoples form SBU... But after that night time we like super hiper... All of us close already... The games there were really fun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflM9nAHoqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5Rwg-C9osT8/s1600-h/babyGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflM9nAHoqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5Rwg-C9osT8/s320/babyGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330376255294907042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jungle treking... Yea !!! 'bout that... OMG everone is like covered with bruises and I'm not...  sooo lucky!!! But then haiz... later lar... Erm... we ate this bitter leaf really bitter... The this guy he gave us one each... I suspected something... Everyone ate it.. And said its bitter... And the guy ask us to swallow it... And I didn't swallow it lar... After everyone swallowed it... thay guy spit the leaf out... He was teting us or something lar... Forgotten already... It was really tiring... I was one of the bunch of people leading... And we headed the wrong way... What the people lead us the wrong way... And after crossing the some dead animal... Oh it was really funny this part... We saw the bones and SY said it was a chicken... Someone said it was a snake.... Sweat... When the bone was really big... I thought it was a mouse deer or something...  And i was wrong it was a wild goat.... Okay...  One thing I like 'bout the jungle treking was the water... the river was so clean and clear... clearer than our drinking water... May be... Hahah... We saw a lot of ferns there... Haha too bad we didn't use for our Science project... Okay and Ivy cried there I thought it was because she scrathed her hand but no... it was she was wearing her sister's shoe and was afraid of her scoldng her. Okay there was a small sketch... Yea we got the dinasty of China .. Yea we did it it was pretty funny lar... the morning exercise was the most weird and lame and funny thing we did at there... That's all lar... Nothing much...Oh yea at the end of the camp I got bites from the ants... why ??? Cauz everyone ate snacks on my bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4493779814115192074?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4493779814115192074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4493779814115192074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4493779814115192074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4493779814115192074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp-ubs.html' title='CaMp... UBS...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflMCw_Q-pI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NjTKgsR6G30/s72-c/babyGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1292001253573608402</id><published>2009-04-29T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:35:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PoSts 'bOut ApRiL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflGeArcKJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ChICCB79rEw/s1600-h/babyGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflGeArcKJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ChICCB79rEw/s320/babyGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330369115361912978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... srry lah din update... I very buzy nowadays... Didn't even get to read manga often anymore... But can watch Anime... Sweat... Okay this posts are about april.... Yea&lt;3 Hehehe^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1292001253573608402?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1292001253573608402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1292001253573608402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1292001253573608402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1292001253573608402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/04/posts-bout-april.html' title='PoSts &apos;bOut ApRiL'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SflGeArcKJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ChICCB79rEw/s72-c/babyGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-836689825769610009</id><published>2009-03-29T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:24:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea BabY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-Ehn9x_2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/FK4EIaCO_PQ/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-Ehn9x_2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/FK4EIaCO_PQ/s320/Flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615398146506594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what??? My school's under 18 girls' basketball team won!!! I mean got a medal... They got 3rd place !!!! Cool!!! Yea congrats to you guys... And don't feel demoted under 15 boys' basketball team. There's still next year... Yea... work hard people... But not too hard... And for the girls' team.. You go girls!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-836689825769610009?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/836689825769610009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=836689825769610009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/836689825769610009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/836689825769610009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/yea-baby.html' title='Yea BabY!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-Ehn9x_2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/FK4EIaCO_PQ/s72-c/Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7931808376979723315</id><published>2009-03-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:17:30.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EarTh HouR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-C88V-26I/AAAAAAAAAWw/YYXXzEUX5Q4/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-C88V-26I/AAAAAAAAAWw/YYXXzEUX5Q4/s320/Flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318613668449934242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday... The irresponsible people... a.k.a. me n siblings... We didn't turn the lights off, until my mom came back... and it was 9.00 p.m. .. She was like why didn't off the lights??? I thought today was Earth hour... And I was like Erm... actually its now!!! half an hour more to go... Then, we off all the electrical appliances... Dude!!! it was so freaking hot!!!!! After half an hour... we did a count down and quickly on the air-conditioner... Then we sat in the room for 5 minutes... And back to what we were doing... using computer and watching the t.v. And guess what I found out today??? We actually could do anything only that we need to off only the lights... Darn it !!!! It was so freaking hot!!!Oh yea in tuition... I brought the I use no plastic bag ... bag... Yea and there was like the ohp and I put it there and everyone saw it... actually I took Ivy's bag... Hehe^^... Man it was kinda fun yesterday ... only that an idiot guy ask an idiotic question... He ruin my day!!!! Don't ask what question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7931808376979723315?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7931808376979723315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7931808376979723315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7931808376979723315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7931808376979723315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='EarTh HouR!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Sc-C88V-26I/AAAAAAAAAWw/YYXXzEUX5Q4/s72-c/Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5727130169441478137</id><published>2009-03-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:40:50.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GoOd LuCk 2 U!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceC2UtJnTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lqFMvSy_9Ok/s1600-h/yotsuba.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceC2UtJnTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lqFMvSy_9Ok/s320/yotsuba.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361754916789554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People of b-ball!!! Good luck for tomorrow.... Hope you guys will win and do not give up... Don't get demoted too!!!! First game do your best... Even though you guys don't have man power from me ... you have my support!!! Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;KAMPATTE~desu&lt;/span&gt;!!! And here's a little gift from me... A four leaf clover!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/3906220617123636019-5727130169441478137?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5727130169441478137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5727130169441478137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5727130169441478137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5727130169441478137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-luck-2-u.html' title='GoOd LuCk 2 U!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceC2UtJnTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lqFMvSy_9Ok/s72-c/yotsuba.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4553159033810358662</id><published>2009-03-23T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:34:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No NeeD LaR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceBvNeh4aI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eG1Zvdj9CoE/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceBvNeh4aI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eG1Zvdj9CoE/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316360533205705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My squad leader... for club lar... She juz feel so darn guilty that she wanted to give the whole squad something to eat... But she doesn't know what to give us... I mean that time she actually wanted to bake cupcakes but... she's out of flour... So, she wants to give something else... And I'm like... no need lar... and she's like need lar... I mean you want to so hard go and make something for us to eat for what... It's not like it was all your fault...  You being the leader and unexpectedly got ill wasn't your fault...And she feels freaking guilty... Haiz.... And it doesn't need to be something I mean gifts lar... You saying sorry, enough ady. Heart is more important and worth it than things.... My mom said it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4553159033810358662?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4553159033810358662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4553159033810358662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4553159033810358662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4553159033810358662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-need-lar.html' title='No NeeD LaR!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SceBvNeh4aI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eG1Zvdj9CoE/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5486609789432966675</id><published>2009-03-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:39:31.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My LiTtle CouZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY_i0MRgTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MkBa2C6-i40/s1600-h/deathnotesad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY_i0MRgTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MkBa2C6-i40/s320/deathnotesad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316006277515673906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiyo... This little kid ar sooooo funny.... My uncle bet with him that ....Wait ... they were watching the football match... Man U vs Liv.... Yea... my uncle bet with my 9 year old couz that Liverpool will win... And the little kid the opposite lar...They bet RM5... First... Man U scored one goal... Then my uncle said I add the bet lar... RM 10 Liverpool will win... And my little couz said... Aiyo!!! Man U winning you add the bet summore... Then my uncle laughed but kept his mouth shut... Then at the end of the game Liverpool won 4 against 1... And the little kid soo disappointed... And my dad laughed... Actually I didn't really get it when my uncle told me that because he didn't when they watch lar .... And I found out why... Actually they bet when it was a week later ..-.- so dumb... I mean you will even notice it lar... Why would someone so stupidly go and add the bet when the team was loosing... Haha^^ Yea that's it... Poor little kid, RM 10 gone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5486609789432966675?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5486609789432966675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5486609789432966675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5486609789432966675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5486609789432966675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-couz.html' title='My LiTtle CouZ...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY_i0MRgTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MkBa2C6-i40/s72-c/deathnotesad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7637347126419157805</id><published>2009-03-22T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:21:43.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YuMmy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY7U2TBauI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LKINanxVnx0/s1600-h/anime.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY7U2TBauI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LKINanxVnx0/s320/anime.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316001639516170978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After tuition... I went to the Shengrila Hotel... Wow very big and luxurious.... Why I went there??? Me having dinner there lo... Buffet.... Yay!!! And I'm so bloated ... Everything there was so expensive... And you know what... There's this vege which was like two grain of rice, sticking to each other... was very expensive... My dad said it was RM 700++ for EACH kg... So bladdie expensive... And the food corner which was my favourite was the dessert corner... Hmmm... So yummy... There's lotsa lotsa losta chocolate there.... It was heaven... And I went to the hotel's room... My god!!! I was so nice... not that big lar like I expected but... It was RM 400  a ROOM!!!The bed was sooooo comfortable ... I wish I could sleep there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7637347126419157805?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7637347126419157805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7637347126419157805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7637347126419157805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7637347126419157805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/yummy.html' title='YuMmy...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScY7U2TBauI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LKINanxVnx0/s72-c/anime.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2937468227088762741</id><published>2009-03-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:20:04.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LaTe... N....CRaZy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Scd-a5CojfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tXR9BGxD2m8/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Scd-a5CojfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tXR9BGxD2m8/s320/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316356885587725810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday in tuition... Everyone came late... No, almost everyone... My ... only Xi Men was there... There everyone was sleepy and going nuts... I mean I and Ivy keep on highlighting each other with pretty and colourful highlighters... Got blue, orange, pink and green... Awww... So pretty... I didn't really like it cauz I was going for dinner immediately after tuition... So .. yea. But Ivy liked it she said it was pretty... After the fight we had... really fun... Cauz Ivy got a lot of colours on her hand... and she couldn't rub it off but... i could... Hehehe^^ . We were playing between Tracie and Xi Men and they were like... trying to study with two talkative and noisy kids... Hehe^^... Then... I was feeling tired. really tired... So when it was break time... I bought coffee... And after drinking I went a bit of crazier than before... Man after tuition my body really hurts.... Why muscles cramp and beating of Ivy... Our English teacher was like asking us to stop hitting each other... And I said it's a sign of saying hello to each other... Then everyone laughed... It was a nice day... I kept on laughing and Xi Men said ... may be i drank too much of coffee already... Haha^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2937468227088762741?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2937468227088762741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2937468227088762741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2937468227088762741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2937468227088762741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-ncrazy.html' title='LaTe... N....CRaZy...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/Scd-a5CojfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tXR9BGxD2m8/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8634570413019225340</id><published>2009-03-20T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:58:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F... woRdS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScRXjY0jQCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ms6OuzV4gG0/s1600-h/saunaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScRXjY0jQCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ms6OuzV4gG0/s320/saunaru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315469725673930786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so freaking hot... My dad came in and his hand was like very cold... Coz he was holding a mug of iced coffee.... So I told him... Waaa... your hand so cold.... I'm so freaking hot here... And guess what??? My dad thought I used the f**king word instead of freaking word.... And scolded me... Haiz what a hot day was it... And so irritating... And the whole day I think... I feel like scolding people... And I did... I scolded my younger brother the whole day... Cauz he scolded me with a lot of vulgar words... After scolding him... Wow!!! He was damn quiet... Yay!!! for making him shut up!!! And I feel so much better after drinking iced coffee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8634570413019225340?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8634570413019225340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8634570413019225340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8634570413019225340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8634570413019225340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-words.html' title='F... woRdS...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScRXjY0jQCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ms6OuzV4gG0/s72-c/saunaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3622892405274307867</id><published>2009-03-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:11:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!!! Or not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPOE4uqb9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Su7of-68Pq4/s1600-h/123456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPOE4uqb9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Su7of-68Pq4/s320/123456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315318568570220498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today... Me went to school to practice b-ball. Really fun... Learned new stuffs... Got luck today Keep on scoring... Dunno why?? Too bad Tracie didn't come today... I thought she's comin' I really missed her.. Neva Mind... I mean can see her tomorrow... Then we played a game against the boys team.. I feel so isolated that time.. I mean... Everyone there was int the b-ball team for school and I'm not...And that was not the reason I felt isolated... When we were playing... I was free... And I was asking for the ball, they looked at me but passed to another person ... So I gotta take the ball myself... But that time I felt really isolated... Hope I don't have that feeling again... I didn't really care at first whether I'm in the team or not... but when that happened I feel so angry and sad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3622892405274307867?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3622892405274307867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3622892405274307867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3622892405274307867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3622892405274307867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome!!! Or not...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPOE4uqb9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Su7of-68Pq4/s72-c/123456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4552432948429994769</id><published>2009-03-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:02:56.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMmenTs... 4 CaMp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPMOOZY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pBQURRSDBKg/s1600-h/Mai-Complain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPMOOZY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pBQURRSDBKg/s320/Mai-Complain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315316529982134674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a lot of comments given by some people I know...&lt;br /&gt;And These are the comments&lt;br /&gt;*the talent night&lt;br /&gt;~Why did squad 2 win ??? I was suppose to be dancing NOT acting...&lt;br /&gt;~That senior(Form 4) ar... Haiz... Little bit little bit shout... And her voice kinda irritating... Everyday shout&lt;br /&gt;~Why so many push-ups... So pain...&lt;br /&gt;~Very hot...&lt;br /&gt;~Football game ... Awesome&lt;br /&gt;~ Water balancing not bad&lt;br /&gt;~That senior (Form 5) ar... Bump into people.. Dunno how to say sorry...So rude&lt;br /&gt;~Squad members didn't tolerate...(Said a girl from Squad 6)&lt;br /&gt;*Food&lt;br /&gt;~I thought I wrote on the paper I was allergic to prawns and crabs ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4552432948429994769?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4552432948429994769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4552432948429994769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4552432948429994769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4552432948429994769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/comments-4-camp.html' title='CoMmenTs... 4 CaMp...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPMOOZY2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pBQURRSDBKg/s72-c/Mai-Complain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2740901844915894017</id><published>2009-03-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:48:58.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Of CaMp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPI9OdWPhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zEKhFJpSEvc/s1600-h/blue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPI9OdWPhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zEKhFJpSEvc/s320/blue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315312939406081554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man slept really well.... Exercise early in the morning again... Everything as usual... And Yay!!! No foot drill!!! Then no wet games!!! But we had games.... Answering some IQ game... We competed with the other squad as usual and this time we competed with the seniors too...  Man they we every darn goo. But still. My squad won the game !!!! Because we answered the 50 points last question... Yay!!! Then we had the closing ceremony... Okay.. We got 2nd place... Then oh yea before we went home packed all our stuff and kept the tent and then someone's hp went missing... And actually the seniors were holding it and said no one cared 'bout the persons hp... to be exact they said no one bother... An guess what i didn't see it... And we owe them 50 push-ups in school.  So sad... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2740901844915894017?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2740901844915894017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2740901844915894017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2740901844915894017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2740901844915894017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3-of-camp.html' title='Day 3 Of CaMp...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPI9OdWPhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zEKhFJpSEvc/s72-c/blue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5155087764891894490</id><published>2009-03-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:37:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Of CaMp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPGV8nW28I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YOsM4XVGpYE/s1600-h/ahahasleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPGV8nW28I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YOsM4XVGpYE/s320/ahahasleep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315310065578073026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd day... Lack of sleep for 3 days already... Dun ask... Early in the morning, we did exercise... And too bad our squad leader was sick... Luckily she got better... And I was the subsitude leader... I dun wanna be!!! And we did foot drill again... But it was better... We didn't do as much push-ups as the day before... And then there was games... I truly HATE the crocodile game... Why??? I have a lot of scratches on my hands... Not because it was dirty... And then there was another set of games... It was kinda fun.  Cauz luckily the trouble makers listen to me... You know lar I very good at handlin' them.. JKJK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPE4HorLUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GyQzobZZA_M/s1600-h/cRy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPE4HorLUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GyQzobZZA_M/s320/cRy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315308453628685634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At night we had the talent night... Before that our squad didn't really prepare... So everyone eyes was getting red.. They look like they were going to cry... so I told the seniors... Luckily ... we made it... We practiced for 1/2 an hour and yea .. we got it... Yay!!! Thx to the seniors... It was fun... the talent night got lotsa games... and oh yea.. the committee dancing... My god it was so awesome!!! And in the end... At night... we had push-ups again... And I forgotten what was it for... I didn't sleep again...  I was chatting with one of my ex-senior of the school lar... Tol us 'bout last time their camp... Really WORST then now's... And I slept peacefully at 2.30 a.m. Why??? We set up a bigger tent and three people slept in it... Yay!!! The end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5155087764891894490?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5155087764891894490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5155087764891894490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5155087764891894490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5155087764891894490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-of-camp.html' title='Day 2 Of CaMp...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPGV8nW28I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YOsM4XVGpYE/s72-c/ahahasleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3815261973748165804</id><published>2009-03-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:40:10.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 Of CaMp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPAeRys9aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ReeUf9jlbFM/s1600-h/dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPAeRys9aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ReeUf9jlbFM/s320/dance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315303611631990178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1... Really excited to to be in camp... but after stepping on the school's ground... I'm like, I wanna go home and on9.... So sleepy... actually to be more accurate... lazy. Actually , when we started we need to set up the tent... It was really fun, since it was the 1st time setting up the tent... And that same day we gotta like practice dancing... Guess what we were suppose to dance... It's TANGO!!! It was so difficult... I mean Tango??!!! I dun even know how to dance... Actually My squad was pretty lucky I mean... we had a tango dancer in our squad... Luck!!!... We practiced the basics only lar... Kinda boring actually... I mean we are beginners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPABcZWm4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/NXZpRxU-Ru8/s1600-h/YAWN.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPABcZWm4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/NXZpRxU-Ru8/s320/YAWN.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315303116262251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay the worst... FOOT DRILL!!! Man it was so bl*d*ie  tirring... and me knees hurt... The school's floor was really hard... My knees 'bengkak' like s**t... There was also games... wet games... I like the water balancing... How was it like??? All our members of squad gotta balance a pail full of water with our legs... And bad luck... It was pouring raining... NOT drizzling... Oh yea before that there was a lecture... Honestly ... it was so boring... Because actually I've learned some of it already... Shh!!! I was like yawning and I was trying my best to keep my eyes open ...  Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScO_SRSyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-PfFe2UAQ3c/s1600-h/bkabka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScO_SRSyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-PfFe2UAQ3c/s320/bkabka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315302305828062130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was a  some nice games lar... Like the speed game.. We gotta find the answers from the newspaper... Fastest group wins... Then there was the stepping balloon game... And then one of my favourite activity of the day or to say the camp... Football!!!! It was kinda fun... We're suppose to build a deffence wall... out of tables...And it was really good... Until.. we switched positions and other groups copied our deffence wall... So angry!!! And there was a blind game... We blindfold  ourselves... And guess what  I'm in the coolest group... The wolf... Luckily  not chicken, duck, cow, cat or frog... Guess what the person in-charge of finding my group did a dog sound... So it was pretty funny... Cauz everybody thought it was a dog... Hahaha^^... And before going to bed... Guess what happened??? Everyone did 50 push ups... Why??? Because we're not suppose to say any vulgar words... And someone in my squad said a lot of it... So everyone did 50 push ups... Why is he so stupid???Pain lar -.-....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScO-scBdGjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kq664ckwx6Y/s1600-h/bkabka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScO-scBdGjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kq664ckwx6Y/s320/bkabka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315301655873133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the worst .... I saved it for the last... In my tent 5 people are sleeping in it... And it can fit four... And someone actually slept on me for the whole day... And I didn't get to sleep a wink... People say why didn't I pushed he down from me... Beside me is a junior sleeping really soundly... Snoring away...And they're too adorable... Dun tell me you are so heartless and push someone on her... So I waited for One of my junior to go for night shifts... Yea ... we got night shifts.. Cauz there are coach roaches and cats... So someone's gotta do what they gotta do... Okay back... Then.. I pushed her down ... since the other two juniors moved away... But still I can't sleep so I went for night shift lo... Oh yea... There was fire drill 3.00++ in the morning... I didn't knw what was going on actually.. And i was too lazy to get up... But in the end got up...And there were people still sleeping... Sweat-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3815261973748165804?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3815261973748165804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3815261973748165804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3815261973748165804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3815261973748165804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-1-of-camp.html' title='Day 1 Of CaMp...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/ScPAeRys9aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ReeUf9jlbFM/s72-c/dance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3049247868439764927</id><published>2009-03-15T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:52:18.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghhh!!! Camp!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbzBDw-HUGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/w12cBqGwX0c/s1600-h/Camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbzBDw-HUGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/w12cBqGwX0c/s320/Camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313333930819539042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna go to camp !!! But gotta go cauz of many reasons ... Dun ask... U know where we're gonna have our camp ? In school... Which means .. it's opposite my house... Dude I dun wanna sleep there nor bathe there... But... a camp is a camp... Actually I planned on going  home at night and comin' back in the morning... Hahaha^^ but... that won't do... I mean you gotta be fair right ? So stay there oni lar... But very ma fan.... Summore me got homework... And now I lazying... I very tired... but wanna update my blog cauz really bored... my eyes wanna shut... So freaking tired... Tommorow need to wake up early juz to o to camp... Suppose to be my day off ...I wanna cry ady... Always when got holidays, always got something... Yesterday tuition... A teacher ask whether you are ready to give up you entertainment or not.... And my answer is will be but not yet.... Haiz... So freaking many things to do... Last time UPSR also not that many things to do... Like very no stress... PMR so stressing... Can even imagine stress last time....So... weird nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbzBc6k7FDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F5HOgEMTYDo/s1600-h/anime_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbzBc6k7FDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F5HOgEMTYDo/s320/anime_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313334362894963762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to camp... Actually I'm kinda curious ... on what are we going to do... And I hope it's not going to be studying... Please dun crack my brain... Oh yea... actually I can't go for the camp... But because one of my friend ask me or beg me... jkjk I ended up going ... But it needed a lot of hard work I mean... I need to cook for my mom , massage her ... study Maths witth my dad... And actually he still doesn't approve... But my mom helped me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3049247868439764927?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3049247868439764927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3049247868439764927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3049247868439764927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3049247868439764927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/arghhh-camp.html' title='Arghhh!!! 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And I was having club meetings... Which was St. John.... So, what I did was... switch name tags with her.... The name tag only have our family name on it.... Her's was Lee and mine was Wong so we switch and promised to give back next week. And went back home ... My dad saw the name tag I was wearing and said.. Hmm.... Whose daughter had returned harh???  And I was like ohh... I switch name tags with Siew Yuan...Meanwhile... Siew Yuan had to go for tuition and her teacher ask her.... I taught you were Lee Siew Yuan??? And everyone laughed... So funny.(She told me lar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4545171081649312877?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4545171081649312877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4545171081649312877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4545171081649312877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4545171081649312877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/tags.html' title='Tags....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbsJYMoATDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rhcZRqPwgkE/s72-c/Laughing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5430644817911229456</id><published>2009-03-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:50:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbS730q-iTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eP2lMk8vzQQ/s1600-h/sick-chibi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbS730q-iTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eP2lMk8vzQQ/s320/sick-chibi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311076428282759474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's been a really wet day... I mean since I woke up which was 8.15 a.m. , it has been raining  until now... This makes it 4 hours...  And it haven't stop yet... Really cold here too. For me ... And I feel like eating muffins...But I can't... Why?  my mom bought some muffins yesterday. And it was my favourite ... Chocolates... But I can't eat them cauz I'm sick... So, I keep on going askin' my dad like this... 'Muffins???' And my dad tried to avoid me...Haiz...Yesterday was super hot and for today it's like super cold... I've been coughing and I got flu... And you know what sumone says??? Go away I don't want your disease.... And I was like what disease ??? Your bird flu disease... Then I'm like so angry... Why??? I hate people who insult me just because I'm born on the year of the rooster... I know.. My year 1994 should be the dogs' year but I'm born before Chinese New Year... So , I'm a Rooster!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5430644817911229456?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5430644817911229456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5430644817911229456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5430644817911229456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5430644817911229456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavens-crying.html' title='Muffins?'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbS730q-iTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eP2lMk8vzQQ/s72-c/sick-chibi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4044303129877871518</id><published>2009-03-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:54:29.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbSg28-xtOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MAlLDXpAgyc/s1600-h/Bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbSg28-xtOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MAlLDXpAgyc/s320/Bunnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046726519469282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it here!!! My darn brothers are so FREAKING annoying !!!! All they do is order me around... The old wan like that and the young wan the same... I wan water lar, I wan use the computer lar ,I dun wan to watch this show lar, Where is my stuff lar, this and that... Like I'm a maid or sumthin' They're like s**p** bunnies hoping around me... Trying to make me irritated.I feel like ripping their heads off their neck...NOT THE BUNNIES... Every day, they use the computer... Whole day lar now the big one... Since school is over... And scold scold scold... And he knows how to do is scold and shout and also order... Water also wan me to take for him... Excuse Me!!!! It's so near... Telephone just next to you , and you can lay a second down to leave your game and pick it up... instead you shout for me who is sleeping very nicely in my beautiful world without them, only anime and manga ... So Annoying lar!!!! Jeez stop making me annoyed...Siblings....The greatness of siblings in my house .. making me mad everyday... Luckily . There is still school... and friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4044303129877871518?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4044303129877871518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4044303129877871518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4044303129877871518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4044303129877871518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying.html' title='Annoying!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbSg28-xtOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MAlLDXpAgyc/s72-c/Bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5997461512260372356</id><published>2009-03-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:21:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPUaCIpmNI/AAAAAAAAATw/xExVagOc78I/s1600-h/dudeflames.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPUaCIpmNI/AAAAAAAAATw/xExVagOc78I/s320/dudeflames.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821929314785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG!! It's been a long time since I've been sick... I'm feeling very hot inside... And steam is like comin' out of my nose , eyes ears and head... I'm like on fire... And he weird thing is I'm sneezing...I think it has been 2/3 years since I 've been sick.. I'm the strong child at home... My elder bro is always sick... And i've also been sleeping for the whole day... And sweating like s**t but still I'm sneezing Haiz...And currently, I'm sneezing like mad now... And I'm on fire... I hope the panadol pills work... It's been like 3 hours already but... it's still the same... Even though I'm like feeling so sick... I'm still eating fried chicken and hamburger .. Cool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5997461512260372356?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5997461512260372356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5997461512260372356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5997461512260372356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5997461512260372356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPUaCIpmNI/AAAAAAAAATw/xExVagOc78I/s72-c/dudeflames.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8362746647967128603</id><published>2009-03-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:10:00.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPRqprV8CI/AAAAAAAAATo/CJVpO5hRCTo/s1600-h/angry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPRqprV8CI/AAAAAAAAATo/CJVpO5hRCTo/s320/angry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818916272304162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's wrong with everyone this year??? They're so different .... All of them change ady...Some of them are more lala some of them are so selfish and some of them like very... weird... All of them used to be nice, friendly, cheerful and not lala... Nowadays, I don't feel the friendship aura anymore... It feels as if we're strangers... And now in school I feel so out casted ... This year lar... Last year a bit  but not really...  So annoying... Cauz sometimes I feel like they dun friend me anymore... Why??? Cauz now friends they want to get something and if they want something even by cheating or abandoning they're friends... they will do it... That's what my dad said... I've grouped with a lot of peoples last time... They cheated me just to get something... So i've been really too self-conscious nowadays... But I hope that it will not repeat again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8362746647967128603?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8362746647967128603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8362746647967128603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8362746647967128603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8362746647967128603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SbPRqprV8CI/AAAAAAAAATo/CJVpO5hRCTo/s72-c/angry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-9078858488583467098</id><published>2009-02-21T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:53:27.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day go.... KA-BOOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaADGYjq_UI/AAAAAAAAASw/-LIw10Lqi70/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaADGYjq_UI/AAAAAAAAASw/-LIw10Lqi70/s320/scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305243769248611650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well today was kinda okay... And what I meant was the weather.... It's not raining nor it is very sunny...  Yay!!!  No muddy field and sunny sun that can burn my skin like BBQ... BUT... I have sun burn lar... My skin really dark and red and a bit painful too. And I got 3rd for running 4 x 400m... *clap* okay... My god the Form 2 girl she won't listen to me.. I told her to slow down and the beginning... And she gave and excuse that when she run she cannot run slowly then fast... She must fast and all the way fast.... Guess what happened???... In the end she sprinted  the whole way, she got #2 but slowed down after the half of the track.... and..... got the last place... (#1 thing that made me go ka-boom actually 2nd) Then Tricia ran... She tried to keep up the distance lar... Not bad ... And just a few steps before reaching the end she faster run and over take the other girl(red house) and got 4th place.... But... still the red house 3rd runner like same pace with me... so I(purple house) speed up then .... ran far away from her then try to past the yellow team's runner then past her.... Then after that tried to catch up with the green house.... but couldn't only a few more steps then got 2nd... So disappointed... And in the end... Jia Yi kept up with the pace lar and got 3rd... Lucky lar... At least get a medal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaADlgnIMfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1wY8nIsGzd4/s1600-h/boomx3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaADlgnIMfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1wY8nIsGzd4/s320/boomx3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305244303986536946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st thing that made me go ka-boom was.... The house captain ar... Haiz... he so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma fan....&lt;/span&gt;I mean 1st no runners for that event then force us to run then suddenly just now ... He want to replace us after we've trained for the running.... Juz because he likes hat girl... How did I know? He said this," Ahh.. Chealsea my favourite girl..." So super s**p**.And in the end it still remain the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAE9fo5C5I/AAAAAAAAATA/dm43xnl1xnM/s1600-h/Pain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAE9fo5C5I/AAAAAAAAATA/dm43xnl1xnM/s320/Pain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305245815553985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For running at the event ... Tracie participated too.... Cauz 1 of her house's runner didn't come... So she ran... She got 2nd for the 1st runners lar... then after everyone else in her house got last... So poor... Poor mommy... She so tough go and run... Then, I heard she can't move her leg and her back hurts and she had a bruise on her knee.... Me worst... I think... Because I was late and my mom wasn't around... I didn't eat in the morning... So I ran with an empty stomach... So after passing the baton to Jia Yi.... I juz fell down the instantly at the side of the track in front of the teachers and vomited... And I bet the teachers didn't saw it... I bet... But of course... the St. Johns  will help mar... I couldn't stand up cauz I couldn't fell my leg after dropping so they had to carry me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAG2UxrhwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2CzbSFvBdS8/s1600-h/fb14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAG2UxrhwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2CzbSFvBdS8/s320/fb14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305247891402229506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they juz put me in front of the camp... Then I juz lie down there... I mean I couldn't stand it, was very dizzy. Then they put me on the mattress actually a yoga mat... So, I lied down... And they compress ice packs on both my leg... and I couldn't feel. I only know that my leg was on top of something... Tracie was there too. I think I saw Xi Men beside her and someone else I can't remember that time to tired.... Then after that I can feel my leg again and Xi Men, Siew Yuan, Iverene were there for me... I was kinda happy for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAGK0a_NUI/AAAAAAAAATI/d9VfuHWYkco/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAGK0a_NUI/AAAAAAAAATI/d9VfuHWYkco/s320/smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305247143982740802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was this kind teacher that fanned me with her cap... And she was really considered ... And I wanted to thank her but I couldn't find her anywhere... Then I think I got gastric pain... So I slept side ways.. That position always felt better... Hehehe^^ So they let me be... So I lied down for a little while.. Then I felt much better... so... I got up.... And I felt this really pain headache.... My god really hurt... So I sat on a bench beside the mat... And also my house got 3rd place... Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaAG2UxrhwI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2CzbSFvBdS8/s1600-h/fb14.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-9078858488583467098?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/9078858488583467098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=9078858488583467098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/9078858488583467098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/9078858488583467098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/sports-day-go-ka-boom.html' title='Sports Day go.... KA-BOOM!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SaADGYjq_UI/AAAAAAAAASw/-LIw10Lqi70/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7166893074442548163</id><published>2009-02-20T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:27:40.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ69ph4jY0I/AAAAAAAAASo/mfxHk5wsL2I/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ69ph4jY0I/AAAAAAAAASo/mfxHk5wsL2I/s320/scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304885932256879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a question... Can you live without Astro for like 2 weeks? Of course you can ... you still have a computer or laptop... But... try to imagine... You have two pc's lar... lucky lar...  But two big buffaloes sitting right in front of it 24 hours... I tell you... You dead man... Me ar Anime freak aand manga too. So me one day didn't read manga or watch anime will die... But... I survived... And you know how I did it ? To tell yo frankly I also dunno...   Haha^^ joking.... Me got manga at home mar... and also got Anime (DVD) at home... Hahaha^^ I know stupid... But.. I kinda bored of it... I mean you read and watched so many times ady... So what happen is... the true reason is.... I slept ... Hahaha^^ Don't mention it... So not funny... I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7166893074442548163?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7166893074442548163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7166893074442548163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7166893074442548163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7166893074442548163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ69ph4jY0I/AAAAAAAAASo/mfxHk5wsL2I/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1365393418910727371</id><published>2009-02-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:12:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ66P65Ys9I/AAAAAAAAASg/Fg1YqcA2Icc/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ66P65Ys9I/AAAAAAAAASg/Fg1YqcA2Icc/s320/scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304882193759777746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG!!! I think I'm gonna fail my geography test... I totally just guessed all them , simply choose... It is damn difficult....For others a bit okay... And I finally finished the exams last 2 days... And guess what? ... My dad was like ,"don't need to do so good wan."And another thing ...We're gonna sit for another exam ... like in 1 more week and 2 more days... So... totally ... Haiz.. indescribable... I feel so stressed out. Need to sudy again and guess what this time it is not the important subject exam we're taking... so.. a lot of my friends say ,"Haiya no need to study wan lar... juz sit for it oni lar... " I'm like what???? What if you fail everything... (In my heart of course... But... they sure will study wan... S**p** Exams... Why so many exams wan????!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1365393418910727371?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1365393418910727371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1365393418910727371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1365393418910727371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1365393418910727371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/failed.html' title='FAILED!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ66P65Ys9I/AAAAAAAAASg/Fg1YqcA2Icc/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8903660574447614848</id><published>2009-02-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:55:09.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ61zpEkqaI/AAAAAAAAASY/GUq8Ugiqtbk/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ61zpEkqaI/AAAAAAAAASY/GUq8Ugiqtbk/s320/scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304877309892012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man... tomorrow me got Sports Day... I dun wanna go.... Cauz I need to run 4x400m and I'm really slow and no stamina... I'm afraid if I slow them down... Waaaa.... Scared man me... I tomorow also got tuition again. Haiz.... So tired.... I wonder number what we will get ???? Very scared... Oh yea..(I'm not that cute when I'm frighten , I dun have any reaction... but of course... inside me go BOOM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8903660574447614848?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8903660574447614848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8903660574447614848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8903660574447614848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8903660574447614848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-wanna.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna.....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZ61zpEkqaI/AAAAAAAAASY/GUq8Ugiqtbk/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7369330799908885184</id><published>2009-02-14T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:10:46.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbQx2jpvPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wylWTgApv5I/s1600-h/Lucky20Star20-202020-20Large2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbQx2jpvPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wylWTgApv5I/s320/Lucky20Star20-202020-20Large2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655166152555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, family, to anyone who reads this... Happy Valentines Day!!! Be happy... Find love as quickly as you can. To me it doesn't matter whether it is with a lover or family or even friends... Well, hope you had a great day... For you who are feeling sad... Because or break up with ur lover or friends . Forgive each other.... And it really doesn't matter whether you're a girl or a boy...Today there are a lot of chocolate in the house. For no reason ... Really.. I don't know, why? But... I will eat it all , cauz i'm a chocoholic. Hehe^^ . And thanks for the chocolate Xi Men ... Me love u and Iverene, Tracie, Siew Yuan, Priya , Rachel and others.. Hehehe^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7369330799908885184?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7369330799908885184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7369330799908885184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7369330799908885184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7369330799908885184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbQx2jpvPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wylWTgApv5I/s72-c/Lucky20Star20-202020-20Large2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1434151736238008950</id><published>2009-02-14T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:14:13.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbNpYWF-lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vdWmd7dSHsg/s1600-h/Kon-Running.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbNpYWF-lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vdWmd7dSHsg/s320/Kon-Running.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302651722068785746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today arh... I went to school actually I wanted to ditched school to see my little brother... Cauz... every year my parents never see us at Sports Day... So, my little bro was still very young... So, i will always go to see him in Sports Day (actually my mom ask me to go but I declined but..still I went... pity my bro) Today I didn't go. Why I have school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbMXFPUanI/AAAAAAAAARg/xR-XOg1h-X0/s1600-h/blabla.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbMXFPUanI/AAAAAAAAARg/xR-XOg1h-X0/s320/blabla.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302650308190825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La...la...la...la...la... I'm not hearing!! Blek!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, in school... I wanted to be like the only ones in school. I mean so many people, then the teachers will teach... And guess what.. a lot of people came... Why they so hardworking ???(In my heart I say) Man.... but luckily... we combined our classes... And guess what? So many people... Hehehe^^ And whole day we did our own work... And then after recess we wanted to watch the high jump lar the teacher ar.... Haiz... She ask us not to watch and she watch by herself... So evil... I mean you watch, then let us watch also lar.... Dun keep on scolding us... Haiz a long day it was.... After studying so long, got tuition 'pulak'. So, tiring.... Wanna die ady... But gotta keep up!!! Yea!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1434151736238008950?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1434151736238008950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1434151736238008950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1434151736238008950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1434151736238008950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-school.html' title='At school...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZbNpYWF-lI/AAAAAAAAARo/vdWmd7dSHsg/s72-c/Kon-Running.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5971232463702002371</id><published>2009-02-13T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:38:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE being the AJK Kebersihan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVibIsUzXI/AAAAAAAAARY/6ieWMQYJkcw/s1600-h/ChiCleaning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVibIsUzXI/AAAAAAAAARY/6ieWMQYJkcw/s320/ChiCleaning.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302252354628013426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I mean it's good... being sumthin' useful to the class... But.... I can't stand it when the class is dirty and the teachers blame me!!! It's not only my responsibility.. I mean... come on... everybody in the class should at least do their part... But.. it seems that it is all my job... I didn't wanna become the "Ajk Kebersihan". Don't get me wrong... The class teacher has been asking if anyone wanna be the Ajk... but nobody wants... I just wanna be the "Ajk Maths" it's not like I like being it lar.. but you get to get out of the boring class... finding the teacher... In the end no one want 2 become... I feel sorry for the teacher (not in the bad way.. coz she's pregnant... only I agreed) So in the end i have 2  posts...That was step one of being killed... Well... everyday I will ask the people to clean the class and give them the duties... Tell me... who is so kind to tell them personally what their duties are and every time did extra sweeping(which everybody hates) and also give them to sumtimes choose what they wan to do... Since I have to be fair... I record down and change their duties every time.. But.. they give questions like.... 1) Harh ??? Why me do this?? 2) Again I do this ar? Then sometimes they complain.. I don't want to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVhfz2QAJI/AAAAAAAAARI/quY6Jdx01H8/s1600-h/Zekiangryface.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVhfz2QAJI/AAAAAAAAARI/quY6Jdx01H8/s320/Zekiangryface.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302251335420215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today not in a good mood... So can't compress all my bad mood...and... I scolded someone.... Not really... I mean she told me this when I ask her to throw the rubbish... Harh me throw the rubbish again ar ??? Two times already!!! Then I shouted at her, SO???? This was the 1st time i said like that to anyone...I feel really bad... but not really until I remembered she always say that to me.... Wow... she shut up in the instant u know... But... haha... still feel guilty...Then, also got people didn't sweep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVh9M0KfFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l74VdI3E_nU/s1600-h/happychinesenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVh9M0KfFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l74VdI3E_nU/s320/happychinesenewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302251840338558034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I very kind ask them to sweep the floor... just all the big rubbish... And guess what happened? not even 1 minutes they ran off leaving so much rubbish around... And... for the 1st time I just leave it... I was really in a bad mood that time... And try to imagine ... I HAVE BEEN ENDURING THIS PAIN!!! of sweeping FOR 3 YEARS OF SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!!!Really pissed off just now...Next time someone elect me as the "Ajk Kebersihan" again... I will kill the person that and there....BEWARE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5971232463702002371?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5971232463702002371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5971232463702002371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5971232463702002371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5971232463702002371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-being-ajk-kebersihan.html' title='I HATE being the AJK Kebersihan!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVibIsUzXI/AAAAAAAAARY/6ieWMQYJkcw/s72-c/ChiCleaning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7939216412017168402</id><published>2009-02-13T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:36:23.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart wounded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVYA92Y50I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Co5mNwi2O1A/s1600-h/happychinesenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVYA92Y50I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Co5mNwi2O1A/s320/happychinesenewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302240909924558658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I blog... Again i'm sayin' this..Hahaha^^ Right.. my heart is like it's been tored apart .. Why??? I didn't have cake again this year!!!! It has been the 2nd year... This year... my mom and dad forgotten my b-day... But.. of course they did remembered... How??? That day .. it was 24th January, which is 2 days before CNY... So, if my friends wanna contact me they gotta sms or call through my dad's or mom's handphone...That time my friend sms happy b-day to me and my parents read it. Then.. they remembered... sad right... Even though they knew... my mom didn't wish me... that was the sad part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVa0wyHM0I/AAAAAAAAARA/-nRYRsmmNBY/s1600-h/happychinesenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVa0wyHM0I/AAAAAAAAARA/-nRYRsmmNBY/s320/happychinesenewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302243998793413442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happened last year??? They didn't remember at all.... No one remembered only my friends... The worst thing was my elder brother suddenly cam to m a week later and said... (very stupid wan..) " oh yea... Ee Lin your b-day was 24th Jan right??? No wonder didn't eat cake.... Haiz..." What the heck??? He didn't even say like happy belated b-day or sumthing!!!! When it was one week before my elder brother's b-day... My mom took me out... I thought that she finally brought me out.... Alone once in a while... But... she said this... " Ee Lin ar.. your brother birthday coming soon right... Let's buy something for him...." Haiz.... And you know what i spent almost RM 150 for he's s**p** b-day present and never got a thank you wish... And of course I won't buy that expensive gift for him.. if it wasn't for my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVYpHW4MiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/80xhjAM-q20/s1600-h/happychinesenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVYpHW4MiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/80xhjAM-q20/s320/happychinesenewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302241599671513634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I never tell anyone it's my b-day or sumthing when my b-day is coming out is because... Once when it was going to be my 10th birthday... I keep on saying to my mum..." Mummy, mummy it's going to be my birthday soon!!!" As every children would say to their parents or anyone... Did you know what my mom said to me???? This is what she said..." Do you know that the day I gave birth to you was my saddest day... Giving birth to you was really painful.... Don't ever go around, saying it's your birthday ever again.. So that's why i never bring up that statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVZGgNeDlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bQZUiLq30oQ/s1600-h/happychinesenewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVZGgNeDlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bQZUiLq30oQ/s320/happychinesenewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302242104559144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad... right... If you were in my place will you be able to laugh that much as me and act as if nothing happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7939216412017168402?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7939216412017168402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7939216412017168402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7939216412017168402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7939216412017168402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-wounded.html' title='Heart wounded...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SZVYA92Y50I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Co5mNwi2O1A/s72-c/happychinesenewyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3863107518574078449</id><published>2009-01-07T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:20:41.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be amazed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SWSsH-G2Y8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-wWbbwuhyaA/s1600-h/anime_newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SWSsH-G2Y8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-wWbbwuhyaA/s320/anime_newyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288541115370595266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow.... do you know what happened this morning???Okay... From the beginning... As usual .. my younger brother will wake up to bathe before me... Today.. he bathe for almost 30 minutes... I wanted to use the other bathroom but... it was occupied... And I bathe at 6.55 a.m. And do you know why my younger bro bathe that long??? He was doing his homework in it.. Why?? Because he said he finished he's homework yesterday. So, he lied... And my dad realized he was kinda suspicious behind his towel. And he caught him. He was dead meat. Two reasons ... One for lying and secondly for wasting the water(water bills getting expensive). And I was kinda late this morning.... Darn him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3863107518574078449?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3863107518574078449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3863107518574078449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3863107518574078449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3863107518574078449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-amazed.html' title='Be amazed....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SWSsH-G2Y8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-wWbbwuhyaA/s72-c/anime_newyear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4418986529651973338</id><published>2008-12-31T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:16:27.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuZdx1hm3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/B_zr9saQ9vM/s1600-h/1_884452735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuZdx1hm3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/B_zr9saQ9vM/s320/1_884452735l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285987324522503026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have a happy and prosperous new year... Love you guys.... And also have a lucky year... And hope everything will go smoothly and nice this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuZp4ZoR4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cG3_rIinJtY/s1600-h/happynewyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuZp4ZoR4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cG3_rIinJtY/s320/happynewyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285987532442978178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a romantic and better relationship . Hahahaha^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuaPc7T9QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KA9DDoTKkfc/s1600-h/anime_newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuaPc7T9QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KA9DDoTKkfc/s320/anime_newyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285988177903088898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cuter this year too. And don't be too rough or naughty. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4418986529651973338?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4418986529651973338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4418986529651973338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4418986529651973338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4418986529651973338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVuZdx1hm3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/B_zr9saQ9vM/s72-c/1_884452735l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7204953117756000073</id><published>2008-12-31T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:12:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtvz5bWFII/AAAAAAAAAQA/zjWgZNcBhkY/s1600-h/SandaCHIBI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtvz5bWFII/AAAAAAAAAQA/zjWgZNcBhkY/s320/SandaCHIBI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285941525028934786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother suddenly always dance in front of me. And not normal dancing. He keeps on shaking his hips and spinning around. And acting really crazy... -.- I think he did too much Maths homework...And now currently he's dancing. And he's hitting me now for typing this stuff...And he also always imitate people. Irritating  !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7204953117756000073?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7204953117756000073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7204953117756000073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7204953117756000073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7204953117756000073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing.html' title='Dancing~~'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtvz5bWFII/AAAAAAAAAQA/zjWgZNcBhkY/s72-c/SandaCHIBI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1190974384779632754</id><published>2008-12-31T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:50:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtqOi_3fdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3JRne0kx6NU/s1600-h/Sleepinganimegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtqOi_3fdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3JRne0kx6NU/s320/Sleepinganimegirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285935385794805202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go for the UBS meeting but... I overslept... I on my alarmed clock but it rang about 6.45+ . So, I off it but forgotten to set the alarm again and slept the whole time until.... 8.10 ... And do you know how I woke up??? Ivy and Siew Yuan went to my apartment and shouted at my house.... Because no one pick the phone up after ringing my house 5 times(that is what they said), they decided to go to my house.. And the meeting was suppose to be at 8.00.... Luckily the teacher was kinda a bit late too. A lot of people too lar.... Okay back... I was about to go and my mom insisted us to have breakfast at my home. Guess what we had?? Jelly and milo/tea.... Then, my dad insisted me to bring some pudding to school.... Luckily when we arrived at school we missed nothing much....And when I reach home my dad and younger bro said that they heard the phone ringing but... wa too lazy to pick the phone up.... What the heck????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtqnaLH63I/AAAAAAAAAP4/2bVipwomJhs/s1600-h/kuroi15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtqnaLH63I/AAAAAAAAAP4/2bVipwomJhs/s320/kuroi15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285935812922829682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anime%20family" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1190974384779632754?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1190974384779632754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1190974384779632754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1190974384779632754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1190974384779632754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/late.html' title='Late!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtqOi_3fdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3JRne0kx6NU/s72-c/Sleepinganimegirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-396943233021457736</id><published>2008-12-31T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:29:50.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtlaS5sm5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/3SqfTx0wzDA/s1600-h/chibi_cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtlaS5sm5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/3SqfTx0wzDA/s320/chibi_cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285930090074250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, was kinda boring....I and a few of my cousins played poker... Then.... something saddening ... I cut my waist length hair to 2 inch below my shoulder. CRY~~~ So short.... When, I was packing my stuff... , my dad saw some jelly and pudding and  took some back. Yay!!!Then, we start our journey . Something bad happened on the way and we're so lucky!!!!! Wanna know what happen?? Suddenly half way back to K.L. my dad's car tyre spoil, the rubber came off and the front of the car came off too. The car can't move. Luckily, it was my mom driving not my dad. She slowed down when she realized something was wrong. And not forgetting there were no cars around us. And the car stop in front of the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bantuan plusline&lt;/span&gt;' sign board. Wow, so lucky... Then we called the Plusline lar. And the person say that the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peronda&lt;/span&gt;' was just 15 kilometers. And that won't take more than 10 minutes. The second time my dad called the person said it will reach maximum 30 minutes. And guess what?? My dad called 4 times and waited for 40 minutes. So s**p**. We waited outside the car. And it was so cold and further more it was raining. And unlucky me, I wore shorts, since it was always hot in the car. We waited for 40 minutes you know!!! Haiz... So cold!!!We took 2 hours 45 minutes there but we took almost 6 hours home without having traffic problems!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-396943233021457736?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/396943233021457736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=396943233021457736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/396943233021457736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/396943233021457736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day.html' title='Last day....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVtlaS5sm5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/3SqfTx0wzDA/s72-c/chibi_cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5710980230907230357</id><published>2008-12-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:41:21.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anime%20family" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u87/chocolate_star_2007/New%20Sasha/Family%20boys/normal_family_man.jpg" border="0" alt="my anime family Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Birthday!!!!!Early morning help her do the praying thing..... Like Chinese New Year... So tired.... Didn't get to sleep well. Haiz... Help her.... My cousin ran away from getting ask to help with her mom... And she ask me to escape too.. But... since my dad ask me to help my grandma... I decided to stay and help... Luckily it went smoothly not like the year before for Chinese New Year... Then we had the tea ceremony... All the other relatives came my father's siblings, cousins, god aunt and god brother,grandma siblings, cousins, niece and nephews. As usual, when I serve her tea, she tells me study hard and get good results... And I got 10 A for the end year exam... And of course I got the better results than my brothers... So, no worries... Then, we ate my dad's and aunt's cooking. Hmm.... Delicious... Then, we took pictures and played poker, chatted around. I finnaly met my cousins from Austrailia. They rarely come back...And this is the first tie meeting them. And they're really naughty.... I hate them but after a while I think they're nice... Then, before we had dinner ... Guess what happened??? Hahahaha^^ Everybody rushed to use the bathroom. A lot of people wanna use the hot shower so really slow lar them. Me no need to wait since I use the cold shower at the next bathroom....Then, we had dinner... There we ate in a restaurant... My grandma's birth day celebration is like having a wedding ceremony or something. We ate the stuff like what we eat in when we go for wedding dinner... Then we had karaoke ... Firstly, we thought there is only Chinese songs. Then it turned out that there is English songs. Wow!!!! Really nice... It's cool .... Then there it goes my grandma's birthday celebration....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5710980230907230357?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5710980230907230357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5710980230907230357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5710980230907230357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5710980230907230357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-4.html' title='Day 4....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4414402291939914771</id><published>2008-12-30T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:28:20.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVsUd5vJphI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FmuEvu5wOBw/s1600-h/cookingdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVsUd5vJphI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FmuEvu5wOBw/s320/cookingdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841091596756498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd day ... In the noon we went to my aunt's(4) house but... she was not there... So, my dad, aunt(another-6),her daughter(HW) and me went out to eat in a famous Rojak store.... Men, it was so yummy.... And also we ate keow teow.... Then, we went to Tesco.... We bought drinks there.... Many type of drinks a bottle of Root beer, then a box of F&amp;amp;N Orange and Sarsi...Then... we went back home... There I watch white chicks... Man damn funny. After seeing half way .. My dad ask me to follow him and my aunt(6) and also HW to go see my aunt(4). We went there and now she's in... There I watch t.v. Man the t.v. channels really weird I mean I dunno which country's one lar. But really nice.... Hahahaha. There my dad and my two aunts did some cooking for my grandma's birthday next day. After a while, my other cousin(JW) came.... and we chatted... Then, we went back to my grandma's place.... my dad and my aunt send my cousin(JW) back to her house... When I went in the house. I saw my other relatives came back. Oh my gawd!!! I saw my cousin(YS), a guy.... Elder than me by two years... He's hair is so long and finger nails too. I mean are you really still schooling ???? Oh yea , he got scolding from my grandma. Hahahaha. And there goes.... a day...And I wish you guys Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVs1Dv5iMVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hiYUGdEPwaQ/s1600-h/cookingdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVs1Dv5iMVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hiYUGdEPwaQ/s320/cookingdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285876926163071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4414402291939914771?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4414402291939914771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4414402291939914771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4414402291939914771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4414402291939914771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-3.html' title='Day 3....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVsUd5vJphI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FmuEvu5wOBw/s72-c/cookingdinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1531141853488432040</id><published>2008-12-30T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:18:00.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVr__o6xUEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jd4Q1ytgqNk/s1600-h/cookingdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVr__o6xUEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jd4Q1ytgqNk/s320/cookingdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818581453459522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd day came.... my cousin came back. They came in the noon. So, we ate lunch.There in the noon. I ate in a keow teow stall which is owned by my father's old friend. Man the keow teow is so yummy. And I like one more thing there.... It's the iced coffee... Man it's so good that I drank two cups... Nice....We watch t.v. for the whole day... And also I did my homework, the komsas.... I'm such a good girl. Study, study, study. My younger bro doing Maths homework too. But we got a big fight nothing big one lar. So, I went to the room and sleep. Lazy to fight.... He only shouting at me and I just answer back and go to the room. In the room no table. Only got bed.... So, hahahaha. Guess what I did?? I use my elder brother's luggage bag. Mine small one mar. He came in later... I was so scared he scold me... but he didn't he stare at me and lie on the bed and chatted while I was doing my homework.... He didn't mention a bit.... So good lar my elder bro unlike the other one..... So it was a nice day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1531141853488432040?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1531141853488432040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1531141853488432040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1531141853488432040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1531141853488432040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVr__o6xUEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jd4Q1ytgqNk/s72-c/cookingdinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3949971029805740925</id><published>2008-12-30T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:59:25.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At my Grandma house .....Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVoLvu6yvtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Oqyy8smrX3g/s1600-h/8sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVoLvu6yvtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Oqyy8smrX3g/s320/8sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285550027349081810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year... when I come back to my grandma's home... My dad will make a fuss... What fuss??? The grill ... We need to use a lot of strength to pull and push the grill to open so that my dad could park the car in the house.... So this time my dad try to fix the grill. He tried to fix it for 2 hours... Well the wheel of the grill is a bit too old and rusty. I mean it has been about 10-20 years. So, there's this guy which my grandma called up to fix the wheel of the grill. Every day she called. Finally he fixed the wheel but... only one side.... I mean why so lazy, your job do half way... Next time when you shit... shit half way lar... My bro said.... Not me... So that is when my dad decided to fix it on his own... But he took a long time to fix it. He keep on thinking how to remove the wheel under the grill, the big, heavy grill. And he figured out. He took out his utensils and borrowed from my grandma... And he tried to take out the wheel lar.. Then, my grandma keep on fussing aroud saying there is no need to fix it. But my dad insisted and said..." If other people can do, why not me... Just use a little bit of brain and that should do." And my grandma keep on fussing lar.. 90+ year old.. What can you do?....Then my dad succeded in taking out the wheel. The guy who was suppose to fix the grill left the wheels bearing in my grandma house . So my grandma handed it over to my dad. And you know what the bearing was the wrong size.... So my dad need to buy the correct size but his car is in the house so he can't go out. Why not remove the gate?? My father didn't want to move the grill. I mean my dad and I remove the thingy to support the heavy grill. So my dad sat on a bike and rode off. Then later he came back and the salesman said to him that there is a bearing is side the wheel and can be removed. My dad tried to remove it but couldn't because to rusty. Then a guy said that can go to some shop and buy the wheel. He knows it cauz he fixed his grill too. So my dad say he wants to use his car so we have to remove the gate... Man it's heavy.... So he drove out. and bought a neww wheel . Exactly the same size... So I was like ... You should have bought it earlier than wasting 1 hour on removing the s**p** wheel..... So now.. it can move smoothly... Nice.... And there goes one day....wait I haven't mention 'bout dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVoM5gVLwMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dTGy3pY3u-Y/s1600-h/cookingdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVoM5gVLwMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dTGy3pY3u-Y/s320/cookingdinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285551294743560386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about almost 9 o'clock , that time we had our dinner.... There we went to my god auntie, my dad's god sister... My grandma really like her so she became her god daughter.And now my dad likes her too. He says that she is a nice woman ... I think too. Okay... my god auntie's son which is my god cousin brother.... he cooks there after SPM last year. Now he's going to be 19 next year. He cooks mee for us different type. It was really good. We ate some 'Dim Sum' there too. Than we went home and watch t.v. then sleep... Oh yea... my cousin god brother is kinda cute. He's really nice too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3949971029805740925?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3949971029805740925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3949971029805740925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3949971029805740925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3949971029805740925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-my-grandma-house-story-no-1.html' title='At my Grandma house .....Day 1'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVoLvu6yvtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Oqyy8smrX3g/s72-c/8sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7077408043197307172</id><published>2008-12-30T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:01:24.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVnxBDgoFFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0SCc-n9eubo/s1600-h/8sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVnxBDgoFFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0SCc-n9eubo/s320/8sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285520638120301650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people I'm back from my trip.... I miss you all.... My frenz and the computer and also my room. And there's one good news.... Hehehe^^ My bro is out to Kelantan for a long time... and I'm happily here doing whatever I want with the computer... Hahhaha!!!! Unless my dad wants to use it or my mom ask me to stop... So, I'm free!!!! When my bro was at home after SPM, he keeps on playing computer morning to night and I barely can touch the beautiful computer.... Even when Spm was going on he stills play the computer ... don't mention during before SPM... It looks like he doesn't care about his life.... But now I concure the computer.... Not forgeting he's going for NS... Yay!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7077408043197307172?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7077408043197307172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7077408043197307172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7077408043197307172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7077408043197307172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVnxBDgoFFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0SCc-n9eubo/s72-c/8sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7692308362815098001</id><published>2008-12-23T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:10:28.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGL-7w8tGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KmBCRyvUUlM/s1600-h/8sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGL-7w8tGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KmBCRyvUUlM/s320/8sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283157751193449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye my fellow readers and frenz.... I will be going off today.... To visit my grandma... again... and I will say goodbye... Oh yea I'm coming back either on Saturday or Sunday... So... don't call me... And this means.... No anime and manga!!!!!Sad.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7692308362815098001?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7692308362815098001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7692308362815098001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7692308362815098001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7692308362815098001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/departure.html' title='Departure...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGL-7w8tGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KmBCRyvUUlM/s72-c/8sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-6346138051782722388</id><published>2008-12-23T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:59:01.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGJHL7GYCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XUjjb1_05Cc/s1600-h/8sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGJHL7GYCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XUjjb1_05Cc/s320/8sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283154594435063842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went to see what class I went to. And you know what.... A disappointment... only I and Ivy left in the same class.... Xi Men, Tracie and Priya went a class higher.... So sad... Now me no more daddy and mommy..... Now I'm super angry....until wanna cry ady. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-6346138051782722388?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/6346138051782722388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=6346138051782722388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6346138051782722388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6346138051782722388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/argh.html' title='Argh!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SVGJHL7GYCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XUjjb1_05Cc/s72-c/8sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2901315314559732043</id><published>2008-12-22T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:58:29.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Wq-a3wyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zRbWlgpNUdE/s1600-h/ggg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Wq-a3wyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zRbWlgpNUdE/s320/ggg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282536184239080226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my school.... we have homework...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sob...&lt;/span&gt;for B.M. And I didn't even notice it... So, I bet most of the students didn't notice it. Well, I notice it when one of my friend ask me whether i've started my homework... I was confused and so I ask her what homework. Then, she told me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What a good friend she is.  &lt;/span&gt;I also heard a lot people whom know 'bout the homework didn't do... Too.. lazy Juz like me... Now i know and I didn't do it... Currently, I'm think whether I should do or not.... Hehehe^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2901315314559732043?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2901315314559732043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2901315314559732043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2901315314559732043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2901315314559732043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/homework.html' title='Homework.....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Wq-a3wyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zRbWlgpNUdE/s72-c/ggg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4291263262414327636</id><published>2008-12-22T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:46:41.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Tu38SNsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cik028FQ9Fg/s1600-h/1222760567506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Tu38SNsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cik028FQ9Fg/s320/1222760567506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282532952684771010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last post reminds me 'bout something.... My teacher in tuition says that don't ever get a boy/girlfriend so fast... Well, it's true... It's just a puppy dog love... I kinda agree to it when I heard 'bout it. Wait... I gotta tell you what my teacher said... He said when you're just Form 3 and you have a boy/girlfriend.... You're going to dump him/her anytime because you're gonna like someone else when you grow older.... So don't couple up  so fast.... And don't simply say "I love you from the bottom of my heart or I love you 'til I die or something". You're gonna like someone else and you're gonna feel bad to the previous partner of yours. So, at that moment I agree with my teacher. But know... I doubt my teacher 50%... Why??? Because... I kinda told my dad 'bout that... And he said this... "What the heck??? So... you're gonna wait until you're 35 years old and become an old hag... Then, no one will like you. 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Liver???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9M73zoXzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jY0RY0DOLDs/s1600-h/g2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9M73zoXzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jY0RY0DOLDs/s320/g2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282525479405379378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping on bed just know... Very lazy to get up..... My dad suddenly came to me and said this to me..."I love your mom from the bottom of my heart and liver...."I'm like," Yea, of course you like mom from the bottom of your heart and .... LIVER????" My dad says," If you check in the dictionary... heart=jantung and liver=hati HAHAHAHA^^, awake now??" Now I have a pretty hard time sleeping....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-6459749018071532920?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/6459749018071532920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=6459749018071532920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6459749018071532920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6459749018071532920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/heart-liver.html' title='Heart... Liver???'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9M73zoXzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jY0RY0DOLDs/s72-c/g2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-350628104763505641</id><published>2008-12-21T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:17:38.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition.....=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Kz8QlxhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-exmdb0p3Nw/s1600-h/g2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Kz8QlxhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-exmdb0p3Nw/s320/g2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523144138376722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... I'm so tired but...I still go to tuition at Martin because it's fun. There are frenz there like Xi Men, Tracie, Michelle, Sharon and Shiney.... Even though you study more than you're frenz... There is one time that is gold.... It is..... BREAK TIME!!!!! Can chat mar.... The teachers there are funny not all of them ... certain of them... Even though go there 6 hours, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man so long.... &lt;/span&gt;it doesn't feel like it is 6 hours. Time flies so fast... But still... I'm still hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-350628104763505641?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/350628104763505641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=350628104763505641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/350628104763505641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/350628104763505641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuition.html' title='Tuition.....=.='/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Kz8QlxhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-exmdb0p3Nw/s72-c/g2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2801349573433734714</id><published>2008-12-20T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:53:11.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealosy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anime%20angry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq136/jinglexme/m_09f2349bdcf79d11f11aab1bf36d1852.gif" border="0" alt="angry anime Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if that person is jealous of me... I know... I know... I'm exaggerating... But I didn't thought of this word. Jealous.... I actually hate that word...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kiraiii&lt;/span&gt;.... It's not like I'm jealous... Well, I used to be jealous... even now. I mean every time I walk home. I will be always jealous.. Why??? Because my parents never pick me up from school... Actually they did but... only a few times... less than 10 times.. Okay back to the point. Here it goes... It started with a friend of mine..(Let's name her Z) always is angry with me, I think... I mean she always stares fiercely at me. Well, firstly I don't think it's jealousy it's hatred... But... i don't know lar....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day Z keep on hitting my back. The first time Z hit my back, I thought it was an accident. Then, it was several times... So, I turned to her and said..."Why you keep on hitting my back..." I was about to say " you love me to much ar??" But she cut through and said  "Then, next time don't sit in front of me lar!" In my mind two things appeared. Number 1.... Why you so angry? Number 2... Hey I sit down first and you ask me not to sit down in front of you ,while you you are the one who should not sit behind of me....That is when I realized she hated me....and I didn't know why.Then... I tried to ignore her. This is cauz I hate having enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Fu9SxR2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/waYxE5U9Aco/s1600-h/g2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Fu9SxR2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/waYxE5U9Aco/s320/g2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282517560958469986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then other times.... the holidays we're suppose to go for some practice  for the com....and I end up not going cauz I was not allowed by my dad to go for the practice... Even though she says she doesn't want to go and told me so... When she went for the training everyday diligently... I knew that she wanted to go... I mean who wants to go every week days from the morning to tea time???  One day I said I wanted to go to see their training and she said I can't cauz it's secret... the seniors won't allow me.... So, I went and ask the senior cauz I was really curious of the training..( I'm a person who is really excited when hears the word secret or P&amp;amp;C, I really want to go and hear it... cauz it's fun to hear other people's secret and learn more 'bout them.... hahaha^^ but... don't worry ... I always keep the secret in me cauz no. 1 i will forget it... no.2 I'm not a bad person.. hahaha^^). Okay so I went and ask my senior whether I can see the training ... And she says of course can.... So... I go tell Z that the senior let me see the training.... And Z says" Oh, then come and see lar". But you know what??? Even so... I didn't go cauz... I got a feeling Z doesn't want me to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about this situation and she told me. "Maybe she's just jealous. You know lar parents loves to compare their children... So they don't like loosing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9G12YpxdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7Gdj3DHDOCE/s1600-h/g2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9G12YpxdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7Gdj3DHDOCE/s320/g2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282518778874807762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Okay if the readers of this post knows who is Z, pls do not say out because I don't want a small thing become a big mess... And....  Z  if you realize this is you... This is the only way for me to tell you... Cauz i really like you and hope you're not angry at me.... And I don't know why you're angry with me... So, if you read this post hope you will be less angry with me... If you hate some part of me say it to me ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2801349573433734714?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2801349573433734714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2801349573433734714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2801349573433734714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2801349573433734714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/jealosy.html' title='Jealosy....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SU9Fu9SxR2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/waYxE5U9Aco/s72-c/g2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3378217492461738292</id><published>2008-12-18T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:06:29.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired....</title><content type='html'>Man... Since it was holidays me and my siblings took turns going with my mom to her work place and work. She needs extra people to help her since it was going to be Chinese New Year already... She works at this temple which is really big.... Shut your mouth when you take a look at the temple, if not your jaw is going to break... seriously.. There the boys of course do the heavy job unlike me doing light job but very tiring and boring ..... At there I did fake cherry blossoms. How?? Oh... I put the cherry blossoms flower onto the branch. Then they will hang it some place lar. I did some helping out in the tea house( a place where you it and chat) too.... Now I'm really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anime%20flower" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u250/Life_is_hell_at_home/normal%20anime/thth1147822915_aShy_manga.jpg" alt="flower Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3378217492461738292?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3378217492461738292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3378217492461738292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3378217492461738292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3378217492461738292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='Tired....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u250/Life_is_hell_at_home/normal%20anime/th_thth1147822915_aShy_manga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8758431443660519594</id><published>2008-12-18T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:57:13.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain... Pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SUoPLX93WaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VRlTrVZjJSQ/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SUoPLX93WaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VRlTrVZjJSQ/s320/driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281050201131800994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man my headaches.... so very much... My friend's mom drives car was really scary.... scarier than my mom's scolding... My head was about to burst... The way he drives makes me sick . She was turning left and right with super speed!!! My headaches!!!! Man one piece of advice... DON'T EVER take a ride home on her car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after two days, my head is still spinning.... And also now I have migraine cauz of lack of sleep...  I really wanna sleep!!! And the worst thing is my younger brother keeps on mumbles when he talk... Not able to listen to what he says, he keep on scolding me with s**p** language... Adding the pain to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SUoPaZ862jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/huu8kQ16LBU/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SUoPaZ862jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/huu8kQ16LBU/s320/driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281050459362744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8758431443660519594?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8758431443660519594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8758431443660519594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8758431443660519594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8758431443660519594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-pain.html' title='Pain... Pain...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SUoPLX93WaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VRlTrVZjJSQ/s72-c/driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7534244425933717590</id><published>2008-12-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:55:25.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sleeping man !!!!</title><content type='html'>Why this title ??? This is becauz ..... my brother...... Hahahaha.... Okay from the beginning ... This morning my mom ask me whether I want to go for part-time work today... But I was really tired today so... I said "no".... Then, my mom said "fine , sleep well".... She then lay down on my bed and said,"There is a Super Sleeping Man in the house". I'm like " What are you talking 'bout?"&lt;div&gt;My mom said"Your brother lar... Dunno what happened to him.... This morning wear his underwear on top of his pajamas.." I said" Oh... so that's why everybody is laughing... " I laughed loudly....Hahahaha... so funny..... Can't stand it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/anime%20underpants" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/darkwingedangel72990/anime/z18.jpg" alt="underpants Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7534244425933717590?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7534244425933717590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7534244425933717590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7534244425933717590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7534244425933717590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-sleeping-man.html' title='Super Sleeping man !!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/darkwingedangel72990/anime/th_z18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4223168100237496570</id><published>2008-10-04T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:21:39.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The QUEEN had arrived???? !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOeXxSN0kkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VLQkHr0H4pE/s1600-h/PinakoRockbell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOeXxSN0kkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VLQkHr0H4pE/s320/PinakoRockbell2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253334363310166594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG!!!! My grandma is HERE!!! I mean when she's here all she do is complain, old woman mar... She's 90+ years old still strong the last time I saw her... It was in Chinese New Year... Now she's here in my aunt's house in Puchong Jaya. Since she came down all the way here from Taipng, Perak. Actually... she came here on Sunday or was it on Monday. Okay... but I went to visit her on Wednesday.We arrived at Puchong Jaya at 3 p.m. As usual when we see her she will ask us 'bout our results. So, we told her. As usual I didn't get scolded only the other two brothers. Hahahaha^^ . Now when I see her, she looks pretty weak. It was so boring there... I mean we only get to watch t.v. and no Astro!!!! Man, that was surely very boring... Then, we had dinner there. My dads eldest sister was cooking for us. Oh yea, my dad's eldest sister and youngest sister are staying together... She&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOeXmHshMBI/AAAAAAAAALI/aQgXnPSCRJ4/s1600-h/Sasuke-StudyNoJutsu.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOeXmHshMBI/AAAAAAAAALI/aQgXnPSCRJ4/s320/Sasuke-StudyNoJutsu.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253334171507568658" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was so HORRIBLE !!! It was tasteless. The tom yam sup was tasteless. It was suppose to be spicy!!!! After eating dinner and some deserts, we wanted to go back home. My dad was like staring at me and giving me the go home sign. Yea!!!! Finally... we're going home!!!! But then..., a nightmare came.....Oh yea not to mention my uncles live a few houses away. ... He called the house and ask whether my dad was still there... And of course we need to stay there again.... longer.... My father teaching my uncle's son and daughter 15 and 13 some Maths lessons. So, sat down at the sofa and watch t.v. while resting my head on top of my cousins shoulder,10. Oh yea they're siblings the 10 years old one with the other two. And you know what???? She called me a lesbo.... =.= . I mean I just rest my head on top of her and she called me a lesbo. What the heck??? And after 1 hour we went back. In the car... we were talking about the food.... Man.. YUCK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4223168100237496570?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4223168100237496570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4223168100237496570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4223168100237496570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4223168100237496570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-had-arrived.html' title='The QUEEN had arrived???? !!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOeXxSN0kkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VLQkHr0H4pE/s72-c/PinakoRockbell2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-6391209470100955808</id><published>2008-10-04T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:49:49.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see pep!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOdKRYN03UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6QBglIDUIQg/s1600-h/Sasuke-StudyNoJutsu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOdKRYN03UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6QBglIDUIQg/s320/Sasuke-StudyNoJutsu.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253249152769645890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My, my, my.... it's a very, very, very long time since I edited this blog... I got new stories for you guys... dramatic stories... Well, listen to them from me....=.= I mean read them... Hahahahaha^^ Read and laugh!!!! Very funny... I think . So, hope you guys like it.. Well, firstly, let me tell you people why I haven't edited my blog even though I have the story... It's because.... my elder bro has SPM coming... So..., he wants to have fun first before having a lot of stress. Well, one moth more and he's playing computer games and  he's also stressing of study since my dad is teaching him the Science (3 in 1) and Maths and also Add MATHS !!!! So, good luck to other people whom are takin' their SPM this year. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-6391209470100955808?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/6391209470100955808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=6391209470100955808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6391209470100955808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6391209470100955808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see-pep.html' title='Long time no see pep!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SOdKRYN03UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6QBglIDUIQg/s72-c/Sasuke-StudyNoJutsu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1823836084093917632</id><published>2008-09-25T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:57:45.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuYzNe-DVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8WGXcaB6hXo/s1600-h/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuYzNe-DVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8WGXcaB6hXo/s320/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957796190752082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god!!! Why are you like this. I mean.... Why are the exams post pone earlier??? I'm now kinda stressing keeping up with my studies a.k.a. Science my WORST subject. Actually I'm only stressing on Science... Hehehe&lt;3. Well, after Raya too. I mean last time Chinese New Year... we need to study cauz exams after CNY. Now? Raya pulak. OMG..... But... at least Deepavali  is going to be great... no stress at all. Maybe not... I mean people don't get to over joy. I mean we're waiting for the results. So... BEWARE of the marks and prepare for the worst nightmare!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1823836084093917632?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1823836084093917632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1823836084093917632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1823836084093917632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1823836084093917632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit.html' title='Shit!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuYzNe-DVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8WGXcaB6hXo/s72-c/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1391774167277601030</id><published>2008-09-25T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:37:59.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!! My new guitar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuULmJsmEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/khxi8L_yN9A/s1600-h/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuULmJsmEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/khxi8L_yN9A/s320/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952717571135554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm lovin' my new guitar. I mean my own guitar. My mom.... so called mom (which is my queen queen = Tracie) help me buy it. Man she's awesome!!! My guitar is so my colour. It's black.... I'm now just a beginner... So, I'm learnin' from Tracie, Priya and Trilala and also the.... Computer.... Why ? Cause my bro won't tech me. Damn it!!! So that's it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1391774167277601030?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1391774167277601030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1391774167277601030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1391774167277601030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1391774167277601030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-my-new-guitar.html' title='Yeah!!! My new guitar....'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNuULmJsmEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/khxi8L_yN9A/s72-c/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2462350576489691844</id><published>2008-09-24T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:46:59.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!!!! iT'S ENOUGH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNpg2uPDKsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o2WJGXH1AvE/s1600-h/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNpg2uPDKsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o2WJGXH1AvE/s320/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249614808894089922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are they treating me like a maid.... Man, I'm pretty fed up with my life. Doing all the laundry, cleaning the house, helping my younger brother with his homework..... Man,  that totally sucks... Well, I need to cook too... And sometimes when I got fed up and didn't to the ironing they will scold me. I mean, it's not even my job. I'm just helping my mom... since she had been working pretty late.. almost all the time... To lessen her burden I did all the laundry and cleaning... And they say it's my job.... I want to have some fun with the computer... sometimes lar, they won't let me... even after I finish doing my homework and what I need to do. I'm so stressed out.&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/3906220617123636019-2462350576489691844?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2462350576489691844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2462350576489691844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2462350576489691844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2462350576489691844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-its-enough.html' title='NO!!!! iT&apos;S ENOUGH!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNpg2uPDKsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o2WJGXH1AvE/s72-c/CryingAnimeGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8677012368642573894</id><published>2008-09-20T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:23:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stare and don't judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTOjf79ipI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cfMb9pghgYA/s1600-h/th_gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTOjf79ipI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cfMb9pghgYA/s320/th_gif.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248046575057210002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people juz stare at you with those scary , violent eyes... And I hate them . Even though sometimes, I unconsciously do it. But I didn't mean it. So people... don't out it in heart. Well, back to where I'm from... I HATE those eyes. I makes me so scared. Never want to go near people like that. I mean you should be able to different shape other people whom didn't mean it and people whom mean it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTN8NwETzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bZ5cigIIuLI/s1600-h/bearshar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTN8NwETzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bZ5cigIIuLI/s320/bearshar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248045900160585522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me... do not judge people by their looks . Who knows .. the people whom have a serious expression could be nice, sweet and not how you've imagined... I know, I know ... A lot of people whom have serious face u imagine them evil or somethin'. Hmmm... people whom have sweet looking face tooo couls be evil. Don't be fooled. Like for example a bear. They look cuddly in the outside. Inside they're NOT. "BEWARE OF BEARS ". I believe almost everyone have read this sign before. Anywhere lar even in T.V. Okay, if you like someone it doesn't matter whether you're a girl or a guy... you should be able to understand them by their expression. Even if their serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &gt; So do not ever judge people by their looks. Understand them... Who knows maybe their like that, erm... born like that or they don't like people looking inner into them... embarrassed .. maybe ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTPGGNst5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Ols-mZhT_g/s1600-h/th_gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTPGGNst5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/6Ols-mZhT_g/s320/th_gif.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248047169447704466" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8677012368642573894?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8677012368642573894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8677012368642573894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8677012368642573894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8677012368642573894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-stare-and-dont-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t stare and don&apos;t judge'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTOjf79ipI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cfMb9pghgYA/s72-c/th_gif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8919210668962241887</id><published>2008-09-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:55:07.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Callin' people stupid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTIsrru8eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2r3MVUfZ7NQ/s1600-h/Ishidatalkintoichigo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTIsrru8eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2r3MVUfZ7NQ/s320/Ishidatalkintoichigo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248040135759426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my oppinion... callin' people stupid means you're more stupid than the person you're callin' OR... you're juz jealous of them.... or you're juz the one whom is stupid... It's like a present .... For example someone give you a present and you don't accept it . So it's still the person's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTIk24ZBMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KDU52EC4aSg/s1600-h/th_gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTIk24ZBMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KDU52EC4aSg/s320/th_gif.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248040001326351554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, people ... don't get offended by what they call you stupid... Maybe you could get angry but not over angry. To let you take out a bit of anger from yourself. Oh yea.... you guys must also understand... Some people juz blurp it out so don't get offended. This is juz my oppinion...One last reminder... people who always say the word 'stupid' or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Baka&lt;/span&gt; ... please have second thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTHQZgzIBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Onh1YuLh4Tc/s1600-h/Ishidatalkintoichigo.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTHQZgzIBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Onh1YuLh4Tc/s320/Ishidatalkintoichigo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248038550333759506" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what u get when you call people ' stupid'  You got kick on your ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8919210668962241887?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8919210668962241887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8919210668962241887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8919210668962241887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8919210668962241887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/callin-people-stupid.html' title='Callin&apos; people stupid...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTIsrru8eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2r3MVUfZ7NQ/s72-c/Ishidatalkintoichigo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-710647295477481433</id><published>2008-09-20T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:38:20.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool...!</title><content type='html'>My, my my.... Go TRACIE!!! Go PRIYA!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KAMPATE~ ne&lt;/span&gt;.Men, I love you guys singing.  Love you guys You guys play guitar, looking sooo cool!!! I'm rootin' for you guys... So..., play nice!!! Actually.. I'm crapin' but... the words I say on top is true... I juz dunno what to write. Hahahaha ^^.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/haruhi%20suzumiya%20band/_Rei_/Gifs/gif.gif?o=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/_Rei_/Gifs/gif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's like this the real pic... to big lar...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTEdkVeVuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/flbX0CNsurQ/s1600-h/th_gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SNTEdkVeVuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/flbX0CNsurQ/s320/th_gif.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248035478042466018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&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/3906220617123636019-710647295477481433?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/710647295477481433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=710647295477481433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/710647295477481433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/710647295477481433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/09/cool.html' title='Cool...!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i297/_Rei_/Gifs/th_gif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2175530005601800247</id><published>2008-08-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:00:26.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song~~</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha^^ I decided to post this song and dedicate this song to Tracie!!! Hahaha=) The sexy voice you like, actually me too. Love it Tracie.. And other people if you didn't know this song, love it... Oh yea ... If you wanna listen to it... Wait until your there is a play button. My be ur pc slow...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Arigatou~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_WyhZsAJFu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_WyhZsAJFu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cheryl11/music/wjd5IvEP/kyou_kara_maou_kyou_kara_maou_arigatou/"&gt;Kyou Kara Maou! - Arigatou - Kyou Kara Maou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-2175530005601800247?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2175530005601800247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2175530005601800247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2175530005601800247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2175530005601800247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/08/song.html' title='Song~~'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8015467265728237761</id><published>2008-08-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:47:55.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so CUTE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SMfgepxg8XI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mxN8e8GnvRw/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SMfgepxg8XI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mxN8e8GnvRw/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407108310462834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went to this temple. My mom works there as a landscape designer and the one who ask the workers to plant which plants or whatsoever.  So, I went there with her to see the progress of the temple. My mom currently is preparing for the next year Chinese New Year thingy. Well, next year is the year of the cow. So their making a farm for cows...??? I don't know the details but... there are cows there. I always go there to play ping pong and help the serve food there. (There is a place there where you can buy food and drinks and also souvenirs. Then, my mom told me there are deers there. And I was confused... I thought she said dears instead of deers. So I ask her what is so dear. Then she sighed. Deers lar my dear. Rusa you know rusa. I'm like "Ohhhhhh!!!". It was so cute. You sure will love them. Oh yea,there are 3 deers. They are all males. And ...they are all babies !!!  Hahahaha^^ . But... I saw 3 of them. They're in the cage. I wanna touch it because it is so cute. They looks so frightened man.... But.... I think I was the one whom was scared ... I wanna touch it. And I miss them.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawaii desu~~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SMfgMC_rH-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8mLAkF1XgRg/s1600-h/CloudCow.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SMfgMC_rH-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8mLAkF1XgRg/s320/CloudCow.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244406788663222242" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3906220617123636019-8015467265728237761?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8015467265728237761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8015467265728237761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8015467265728237761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8015467265728237761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-so-cute.html' title='It&apos;s so CUTE!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SMfgepxg8XI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mxN8e8GnvRw/s72-c/bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-2140822263733478757</id><published>2008-08-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:30:11.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKYtYEPEr0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IaIZ6eesyWg/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKYtYEPEr0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IaIZ6eesyWg/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234921508341854018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After stressing out on studying for exam, me can enjoy ady!!!! Do you wanna know something???When it was 10 seconds to finish the exam(last exam) we did a countdown but.... we did it quietly cauz we weren't allowed to. Men but it was funny. Then me and some friends tear our exam timetable !!! Men, relieve stress lar. &lt;div&gt;Even though, it's time for holidays but.... we've got tons of projects to do!!! Is that called holidays ??? Haiz..... Me don't wanna do.. Me got homework from dad to as usual... (sob) .  So, don't stress out on projects ( for people who got lar) but.... may be you can stressed out cauz I'm stressing !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I want to wish you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKYs4WytB3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Dp6bq65hAYM/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKYs4WytB3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Dp6bq65hAYM/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234920963567322994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&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/3906220617123636019-2140822263733478757?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/2140822263733478757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=2140822263733478757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2140822263733478757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/2140822263733478757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKYtYEPEr0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IaIZ6eesyWg/s72-c/bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5026456560759063619</id><published>2008-08-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:28:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It STINKS !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SJ0ci5z7KvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GWMNqcFoBDs/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SJ0ci5z7KvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GWMNqcFoBDs/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369728034122482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!! It really tastes like shit !!!! Mixed ..... i dunno lar ... I juz know that it stinks. People in my class tries it and they really hate it. They took a lot unlike me I took only 4 pieces . Oh yea its "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;natou&lt;/span&gt;" (a japanese beans, japanese really like to eat them) Eiew....... Back to the story, I took only 4 pieces and I cried and almost vomited. While other people a lot and ... hahaha^^, actually hahaha^^ I dunno lar..... (sweat) I don't care if u sweated.... Well, it's juz. I want to give a special advise .. that is..... do not ever eat that stuff. (Oh yea no offense if you like it, but if ur not to good with you taste buds, pls do not eat it, strongly advise!!) Well, basically Japanese love to eat this '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;natou&lt;/span&gt;' and I don't know why, but if you know why then keep it to yourself. Oh you wanna know how I know about the name 'natou' and about it ... well, I watch Yakitate Japan...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5026456560759063619?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5026456560759063619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5026456560759063619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5026456560759063619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5026456560759063619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-stinks.html' title='It STINKS !!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SJ0ci5z7KvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GWMNqcFoBDs/s72-c/bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-9151432308715510154</id><published>2008-07-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:30.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck ?? Anime &amp; manga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI3r50fvu4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-XpKjHWPvIU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228094121023880066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI3r50fvu4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-XpKjHWPvIU/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this friend she likes Anime/Manga... Not really lar... I mean she.... juz like a few anime/manga ... She always say " why lar you like Anime/Manga so much ...?? " But... now after reading a manga.. " Vampire Knights" ( It's one of my favourite manga... Hehehehe^^ I like to watch the Anime tooo. But, apparently she only read the manga....) You know what she said this morning in school to me??? Wanna know?? OMG.....!!! The guys there are so HOT !! I'm like what is soo hot ( in my mind lar) and she said Vampire Knights. I have read that a long time ago.... and know juz after being band by her parents to use tha com... she now only want to read... What the heck was that ? I mean I've recommending you to read manga.. and now you've juz started to get addicted to it??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI3swlNEsUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YWIGYpKMcP4/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095061811835202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI3swlNEsUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YWIGYpKMcP4/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never mind at least she now got addicted to it. And now left a person whom wouldn't want to have a connection with anime/manga... ( one of my closest friends) Actually some of it ... she will watch .. For example.. I only heard that she watch "Yakitate ! Japan"... Oh yea .. maybe Pokemon is also counted as Anime... These are the only two I know... Well... even so... I know that she will get addicted to it pretty soon. Hahahahaha^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI7nOL51J3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YTdUy6GyP-c/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI7nOL51J3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YTdUy6GyP-c/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370448323258226" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-9151432308715510154?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/9151432308715510154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=9151432308715510154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/9151432308715510154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/9151432308715510154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-heck-anime-manga.html' title='What the heck ?? Anime &amp; manga'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SI3r50fvu4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-XpKjHWPvIU/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-6970817029720371233</id><published>2008-07-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:30.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely.... in school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvbGyeMlGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V5NONFsPUX4/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227512702167716962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvbGyeMlGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V5NONFsPUX4/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God yesterday was very weird. I mean yesterday was really lonely... All my friends were not there alone with people the same kind as me but not the same kind as me (What I mean is the people I rarely talk to). Man, it was so scary, lonely alone. When I was in my seat, there was no one beside me neither at my left or my right. In front of me 9 tables in front of me, no one were there. Beside me 8 tables, no one were sitting on them.... It was really lonely and scary. But then, ... I saw some people laughing at the front left corner( I was at the right corner below), I went there and I talked with them. Now, it was not that scray. It's juz, there was no one that I really noe... Reccess time was nice. People I know, I can talk to them (they were in the different class from me). That make me really happie!!! But still, I'm afraid to go back to class. Never mind, I'm not that scared lar.... Hahahahaahaha^^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvcAhdbPkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GgWGFKKjtUY/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227513694033493570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvcAhdbPkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GgWGFKKjtUY/s320/bb.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz that I was feeling rather lonely... You noe wat there was someone whom ask me this question.... Wanna know??? It was... " Where are all you're gang members?? They all didn't come. Didn't they call you? " And I told her..." No lar, I knew they wouldn't be comming...., I juz came for fun..." Even though I told her as if I was not sad at all.... The truth is I'm really sad... But it wasn't their fault that they didn't come.. Two the parents wouldn't let them, one of them got dentist appointment and one more.... I don't wanna say it... But there was one thing I was glad.... There was someone in the class that would talk to me... I'm very popular mar !!! Who wouldn't talk to me ??!!! Hahahaha^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvc3Jfqm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/0rpNRnXhVfU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227514632493243218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvc3Jfqm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/0rpNRnXhVfU/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-6970817029720371233?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/6970817029720371233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=6970817029720371233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6970817029720371233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/6970817029720371233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/lonely-in-school.html' title='Lonely.... in school...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIvbGyeMlGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V5NONFsPUX4/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4894499039513656475</id><published>2008-07-24T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:31.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Burpday Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIiW2-DtZzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pIimqXw6PgE/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIiW2-DtZzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pIimqXw6PgE/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226593238679119666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend 'R'(a girl) had a party at school. My god ..... Maybe you can consider it a nice party... She was chasing after a small kid 4 years younger then us. Hahahaha^^(don't get it wrong, my dear readers). It was time that the party started but... she kept on playing with the kid. 'M'(a guy) kept on askin' her when is the party goin' to start. Damn freakin' eager lar him. Haiz.... Well, then she took the cake from the canteen's refrigerator. Okay, then we went to the 'Bintang Cafe'(a.k.a. like a canteen but just that you can't buy food there). There everything was fine. We put up the cake and the candles on it. And you know what there is no fire on the candles. No one brought lighter or matches. Hahahahaha^^. Then 'N'( a guy) went to find matches. But... he came back with nothing. Hahahaha^^, a waste of time and energy... So, we sand her, 'R' a birthday song. She was so damn shy. (actually she is  very good in whackin' people up&gt;&gt; especially me)[Last year I got whackin' by her pretty harsh, but, she's not that evil.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIiXgs_zoHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OYEwepc6XgY/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIiXgs_zoHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OYEwepc6XgY/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226593955653853298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, back to the story, well after singin' her a song, she does the normal stuff lar. Then, 'L' and 'T' (both girls) ask her to take out the candles with her mouth or rather force her (maybe, maybe not, hahahahaha^^). Well, she did as she was told. She was laughin' all the way. Haiz.... But, she succeeded. So, it's okay. Then we ate cake. Oh my god ... the cake was sooooooo hard. It was hard as if I was eating a stone!!!   And then my friend 'X'(a girl) said that it was suppose  and it is meant to be hard. ( no offense 'R', don't take it in heart). After eating, we started a food fight...(not exactly fighting but they put cream of the cake onto each other. Luckily I was not there. Hehehehe^^)There was a funny part. Do you guys know the programme MTV ' I bet you will'. So, we made a challenge for 'J' and 'M' (both guys) to lick the chocolate on the table. Eiw.... And they accept it with 50 cents per person.  I was so disgusting. 'J' licked the table first. Wow... It was so clean. 2ndly 'M' licked but he didn't lick the table as clean as 'J'. So, we asked him to lick the table cleaner. And he did it and got the money... And that's all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4894499039513656475?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4894499039513656475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4894499039513656475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4894499039513656475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4894499039513656475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/burpday-party.html' title='A Burpday Party...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIiW2-DtZzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pIimqXw6PgE/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5808737786036713606</id><published>2008-07-21T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:31.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitten...[I'm talkin' 'bout kittens but y got rat in pic]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdGClCrbSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NhARTStoK5g/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdGClCrbSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NhARTStoK5g/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226222902703779106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten... How did I start this topic? It is because I juz started doing a kitten sound. It was as if it was a real kitten. And my friend LSY love it so much... (sweat) talking about that reminds me of a cat giving birth to a few kittens in the shoe rack and there was a lotttttttttttttttt..... of blood!!! The worst thing is I and my younger brother need to clean the rack. Eiwwwwww...... After that the mother cat... went away!!!! So, we put the kittens in a shoe box. We didn't give it food, coz... it's juz newly born kittens...So, we juz prayed for the mother to take the kittens back with her. Thankfully the mother kitten took the kittens away but... she left 2 kittens there. And it was the oldest kitten and the youngest kitten. I know 'bout it becoz .... we can see lar , judging by their physical condition. After 3 days the mother cat still didn't take them away. So sad... There was a family living below my apartment whom love cats a lot. So they took care of them. Sadly, after a few weeks of physical survival, they died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdGiNJ_AyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l23aLkcIhEY/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdGiNJ_AyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/l23aLkcIhEY/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223446047785762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikuto is so cute!!! Look at Yoru too.., the little kitten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another story of cats. From the same family below my house whom have a female can. One day it gave birth to a few kittens. Do you know what happened??? To avoid the kittens wandering around blindly, they put them in the cage where the mother can use to stay in. Now, the mother cat wonders around. So they took care of the kittens. Even though the mother cat wonders around, I can assure you that the mother cat is always watching over the kittens. They realize that the mother cat always come back and sleep at the porch. So, they put the cage in the porch. One day,  the mother cat wonders out again. And they went out to school. So,  they put the cage in the porch as usual. Guess what happened? Something tragic happened. Do you really wanna know? Slowly read and calm down... Hehehehe^^. (Serious now)... When the came home, they realize that 2 kittens were missing and there were juz a few kittens' legs in the cage. Filled with BLOOD!!!!! And they found out the reason. It is because the mother cat wanna leave the family and with her kittens. The mother cat try to take the kittens out by a hole but the kittens' legs got stuck becoz the kittens grabbed hold on to the bars and the mother cat bit their legs off. Luckily the other 2 was still find  because when the mother cat wanna do the same thing to the kittens, they quickly open the cage. Oh yea , do you know what happen to the injured kittens??? There is an empty house next door. Actually it is not empty. It's juz that, the neighbour rarely come back. Well, the kittens were dead there. So sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdH72A5zwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1yb_LsI6EGE/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdH72A5zwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1yb_LsI6EGE/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226224986023907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This a very funny incident. Judging by it's size, The kitten is juz 3-4 weeks old. That kitten was really cute. I found in under my father's car. It was sleeping there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kawaii desu~~&lt;/span&gt;. Well, when it woke up and saw me, it keep on licking my leg. It really tickles a lot!!! Well, it keeps on following me and I keep on running away from in becoz my dad hates cats... Then the security guard whom so the kitten chasing me (not exactly chasing) took the kitten and put it away from me. And now,  do you know what happen to it??? Oh yea it's a female.  It has a loving owner. My neighbour. Hehehehe^^.&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/3906220617123636019-5808737786036713606?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5808737786036713606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5808737786036713606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5808737786036713606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5808737786036713606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/kittensweat.html' title='Kitten...[I&apos;m talkin&apos; &apos;bout kittens but y got rat in pic]'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIdGClCrbSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NhARTStoK5g/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-3510063119443799711</id><published>2008-07-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:32.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man... I'm so hungry!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINPjZ0Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/y0Mx6-96rMU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINPjZ0Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/y0Mx6-96rMU/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107462324260690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm currently very hungry. Usually , my dad will cook supper. But...now..., my dad is not here I'm so very hungry. I don't wanna eat maggie mee lar. Later, my hair will drop.... I may be would have cancer!!!! I'm so hungry!!!! Tomorrow after school I got extra-curricular activity, (sob) I won't be eating at home(my dad's cooking) I will be eating in the canteen.....! Man!!!!! I hate it to use my money!!!!! My stomach is grumbling!!!!! Haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-3510063119443799711?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/3510063119443799711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=3510063119443799711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3510063119443799711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/3510063119443799711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-im-so-hungry.html' title='Man... I&apos;m so hungry!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINPjZ0Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/y0Mx6-96rMU/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-37994368407354071</id><published>2008-07-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:32.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird... My daddy...(sob)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINJeKk-sdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/16SIdcdnIUs/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINJeKk-sdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/16SIdcdnIUs/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225100775264268754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look, my dad's so cool!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm feeling weird. So weird. I mean no one scolds me anymore. It's like my dad doesn't exist. My father has been going out for a long time, repeatingly. But, I don't feel this empty. It has been a day, I feel so empty now. Usually I don't think 'bout this stuff but now I'm thinking 'bout it. May be, It's because he's been scolding me every time, so now I feel like there's no one anymore. But, someone reminds me of him. It's my elder bro... He talks like him, he does things like him, but... he is not ass smart as him. That's all. But, you know something..., later I'm going to hope that my dad stays there longer. It's my usual way. I hope for something to arrive quicker and later it eventually comes and I don't want it to come so quick. I'm so dumb... What's wrong with me I hate my dad but I love my dad... It's mixed feelings.... Weird.... I hate my dad whom always grumble, but I know it's for my best. Even though I say I hate him, but I actually loves him. I hope the time we spend together will last long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-37994368407354071?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/37994368407354071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=37994368407354071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/37994368407354071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/37994368407354071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird-my-daddysob.html' title='Weird... My daddy...(sob)'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SINJeKk-sdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/16SIdcdnIUs/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-8871788223704545940</id><published>2008-07-20T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:32.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuuuu.... Wahhhhhhh......Mmmm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIL9XkRus3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KvePksa-P1I/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIL9XkRus3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KvePksa-P1I/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225017099020055410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it... Lollipop ..... Mmmm.. Yummy.  Why did I start this topic. Coz, it started with a lollipop and I got to obsess with it. How? Firstly, my friend start giving me a lollipop, after not eating it for a long time... As in not eating lollipop for a long time. Oh yea, it's 'Chupa Chups'. 1st lollipop I got from my friend, Xi Men was orange flavour, then 2nd, I got Cola flavour from my other friend, Ivy. They bought it from 7 eleven. So, I wanted to buy lollipops from the 7 eleven near my house. Of course I need to ask permission from my mom before I go out. So, I ask my mom. But then, she say she will take me there. When we starting to go out from my apartment, my mom ask me what lollipop do I want. So I told her I want to buy 'Chupa Chups' lollipop. Then, she said that she can buy for me and more than I want. She took me to Pudu Pasar. And I bought a jar of lollipop. Guess how much did I bought? 1, 2, 5, 10 or is it 50 ? NO!!! IT'S 100. If you buy from 7 eleven it is 60 cents for 1 and when I bought them there it was 46 ringgit Malaysia. Hehehehehe!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daisuki&lt;/span&gt; .... Yea it's yummy and currently I'm eating orange flavour !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-8871788223704545940?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/8871788223704545940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=8871788223704545940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8871788223704545940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/8871788223704545940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/uuuuuuu-wahhhhhhhmmmm.html' title='Uuuuuuu.... Wahhhhhhh......Mmmm......'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIL9XkRus3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KvePksa-P1I/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7140715140556023308</id><published>2008-07-18T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea...!! Dad is out &amp; computer 'til Thursday !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKd8kJVvjHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_DSTYIIPytQ/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKd8kJVvjHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_DSTYIIPytQ/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235290052265741426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happie dad my dad went out ,...may be not coz I need to cook .... But, the good news is that I can use the com' every day 'til Thursday. Hehehehe^^. There is another problem .. I wonder if my elder brother will take the com' from me or not... Now, he's sleepin' and my dad is out. Hahahahaha^^ My domination of the com' . I RULE !!!!Hope my bro won't get up too soon!! Well, I can do whatever I want . Sorry, I'm crappin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKd8PFezTxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4c4v2F3Dudc/s1600-h/bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKd8PFezTxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4c4v2F3Dudc/s320/bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235289690452741906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad is out.... yesterday with his friend . He ask my too take out the chicken from the freezer then after a few hours he called me and ask me to clean the chicken and I hurt my finger and it still hurts now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIFxdanxx-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/r5bVc9_r2Xk/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIFxdanxx-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/r5bVc9_r2Xk/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224581792902793186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My younger brother keep on using the computer but now since I haven't use the computer for a few days I pushed him away and use the computer( not exactly push him but scolded him..). I'm such an evil sister when I want to use the computer. But... of course I scolded him quietly IF NOT my elder brother will wake up and scold me harsher... (SWEAT)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIFzFghodfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9Hm_C5Epdak/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SIFzFghodfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9Hm_C5Epdak/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224583581194024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EELIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7140715140556023308?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7140715140556023308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7140715140556023308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7140715140556023308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7140715140556023308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/yea-dad-is-out-computer-til-thursday.html' title='Yea...!! Dad is out &amp; computer &apos;til Thursday !!!!'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SKd8kJVvjHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_DSTYIIPytQ/s72-c/bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7305851957909017307</id><published>2008-07-18T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:34.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyw25I8DCI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQPgwtmathU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyw25I8DCI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQPgwtmathU/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223244124940667938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurts so much...(said a friend) She is hurt. Her name is G.L. She likes this guy so much named B.V. But... B.V. doesn't realize it. B.V. use to like G.R. but now he has no heart towards her but even though he says he has no feelings towards her anymore I can feel hat he likes her. A few months later, he says he like G.T. He say it in front of G.L. had told her to keep a secret and not to let G.T. know. He talks about her the whole time and says how much he loves G.T. At the same time G.T. and G.L. are best of friends. So, what to do? G.L. also knows that G.T. likes him too. After, going back home she felt that her hearts hurt a lot. Her friend G.T. also told her how much she likes B.V. G.L. decided to quit liking him and pretending to don't care . Actually, she does care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyxqqhNm7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dUCvIfl_qwA/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyxqqhNm7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/dUCvIfl_qwA/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245014369147826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like 'bout B.V. as G.L. friend is....&lt;br /&gt;1)G.L. is a girl . There is no way you could talk to a girl 'bout another girl. The girl would just get jealous. If you wanna talk 'bout it, talk to a guy or your family members. You may not know that a girl that you talk 'bout a girl, likes you a not. There is no such things as a girl never had a first crush at this kind of age.&lt;br /&gt;(Well, for me I don't really care 'bout love... for now Hahahaha&lt;3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What advise to give G.L. ...&lt;br /&gt;1) you are still young , you don't have to rush your love. There is still plenty of guys outside there . Not only him alone.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a new boyfriend . With that type of guy ? Don't you ever date him..&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheer up and try to forget the love you have for him but... you can treat him as a friend&lt;br /&gt;4) If you are still thinking 'bout him, don't get too close to him  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHywdY2nqoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZhM1vPJBftM/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHywdY2nqoI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZhM1vPJBftM/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243686777170562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your done with him may be...:-&lt;br /&gt;1) Since your best friend likes B.V. and so do the other side.., may be you could bring them together.&lt;br /&gt;2)Treat him as a friend don't make a fight&lt;br /&gt;3)And now ... don't treat him to close like the last time or... you'll get infected emotionally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7305851957909017307?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7305851957909017307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7305851957909017307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7305851957909017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7305851957909017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-hurts.html' title='Heart hurts...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyw25I8DCI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQPgwtmathU/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7103983411020421967</id><published>2008-07-18T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:35.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed.... (sweat)=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyh7REcYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0XKGZRxZKf8/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyh7REcYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0XKGZRxZKf8/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223227707409326850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The bed is nice and comfortable , so why is this Anime&lt;br /&gt;so sad ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleanest part of my room ? Where is it ? Of Course , it is my bed. Why? Coz I like to sleep. It's everybody favourite thing to do . Isn't it? Everywhere else is really messy.... May be not that messy but it's still messy.. My table is full of books, my shelf is also full of books but it is placed messily , my dressing table full of my stuffs . Oh yea there is another cleaner part in my room the cupboard... Full of clothes but, it's not messy... Well... the most cleanest place my bed. BED IS EVERYTHING... That is one thing for sure.. Hehehehe^^ But of course don't think 'bout other stuff ar... the XXX rated stuff . You know what is it. You don't need to ask me, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHylnEyo1gI/AAAAAAAAADI/erpRpO1_GiI/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHylnEyo1gI/AAAAAAAAADI/erpRpO1_GiI/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223231758562547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About my bed, I don't like anyone touching my bed. Becoz it's to precious to me . Even my brothers I will scold them.. But my parents, I don't think that I brave enough to scold them... Well anything that is on my bed I'll just throw them down on the floor, of course mine I don't throw it down because I never put anything on my bed... When my bed sheets gets dirty I quickly change them, I hate to sleep on dirty sheets.. Yup. So, that's my bed. And, only my bed is the cleanest not my parents' or my brothers'. Hehehehehe^^Oh yea , my friends they are allowed to sit or sleep on it. But.... not jumping on it. Just sleep or sit. Hahahaha^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7103983411020421967?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7103983411020421967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7103983411020421967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7103983411020421967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7103983411020421967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/bed-sweat.html' title='Bed.... (sweat)=.='/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHyh7REcYwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0XKGZRxZKf8/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-5930722181507534880</id><published>2008-07-18T21:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topic 4 now is..... STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtbd6rPVsI/AAAAAAAAACA/a8ryfr9dfns/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtbd6rPVsI/AAAAAAAAACA/a8ryfr9dfns/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222868762391172802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Man, back pain lar. Stress to much!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... Why did I pick this topic. It's becoz,... I suddenly of stress... Stress..., me and my stress . What gives me stress....? I think is not watching anime and reading manga or whatever which gotta do with computer(I'm not using it lar) gives me stress. I love using the computer 'til I'm so addicted to it. Studying ... I don't really like it ... Unless it is a fun subject... But if it is very boring. Pls get it out of my sight or I'll tear up that thing into pieces... Don't underestimate me , I'm pretty strong I'm a red-black taekwondo student. Even though I don't fight anymore.... I'm still strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtcG8KX8zI/AAAAAAAAACY/1r8waWggzLE/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtcG8KX8zI/AAAAAAAAACY/1r8waWggzLE/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222869467164832562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that make me all stressed up is my parents nagging.... I hate it so much ... They nag and nag and nag until you go deft ... There's a solution to it imagine as if their singing or think about your favourite stuff. It always work out for me.. I'm always thinking about anime and manga when they nag at me.... Well , other than that it's my younger brother ... We are pretty close last time not now... !!! May be a little close but not that close. But.... maybe we are close...(sweat) Haiz ... I don't know. Thinking 'bout that makes my head go all dizzy... Why am I stressed 'bout him? Coz he always ask me stupid questions and he ask me stuff 'bout homework. I won't get mad at him , if he asks me a little only and if he really don't know. But... the works are so simple even anyone could do it. And he asks all the questions there is on his book. Doesn't that makes you angry ? That is the 2nd most stressful thing . Oh! The most stressful thing is not watching anime and reading manga .... Hahahaha^^ It rocks...!! Oh yea this everyone sure is stress 'bout it.. It;s EXAM!!!! I need to study, coz my parents don't let me use the computer. So, I always hope the exam will finish faster. And.... of course get good results....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-5930722181507534880?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/5930722181507534880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=5930722181507534880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5930722181507534880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/5930722181507534880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/topic-4-now-is-stress.html' title='Topic 4 now is..... STRESS'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtbd6rPVsI/AAAAAAAAACA/a8ryfr9dfns/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-277849337929139464</id><published>2008-07-18T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:35.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why half-way ...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtPStO-ePI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FJlNn2xOkZ0/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtPStO-ePI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FJlNn2xOkZ0/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222855375664871666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man....! Why is my life sooo half-way. I mean every time i join sumthing , i juz stop it half-way... For example :- piano lesson, ballet, taekwondo, chinese class and many more. It's not that I stop immediately or a few months but... it's like rather after being in quite high grade or being there for many, many, many years... =( And you wanna know what happen after all these stuff , my mom say " What a waste you've could have blar blar blar..." . You don't wanna know!! Coz I hate it so much.... And now what .... I've juz got in a club after one year .. now I'm a qualified member and i wanna quit ... but... I from now onwards don't wanna stop half-way.. So, I continued. Hope I won't quit.. Hehehehe... I regretted quiting all those lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Why did I quit half-way?? Some it's because it's tiring, got too much homework, got other activities clash with it ( i like the other activities more&gt; example: choral speaking, band:trumpet, library work:librarian i like it when it was in the primary one coz i was very powerful there...maybe even more powerful then the head librarian.. I was the assistant). But... you know what I still like those lessons... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Daisuki &lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;I love it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-277849337929139464?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/277849337929139464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=277849337929139464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/277849337929139464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/277849337929139464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-half-way.html' title='Why half-way ...?'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHtPStO-ePI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FJlNn2xOkZ0/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4935701578586804623</id><published>2008-07-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:36.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Frenz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhyJ24GstI/AAAAAAAAABw/alV23BDsVec/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhyJ24GstI/AAAAAAAAABw/alV23BDsVec/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222049281611313874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenz forever does it really exist ?? I don't really know?? Could some one tell me? Why did I ask this sort of question ? Its because I don't really know if my frenz really treat me as a friend or they are just using me. Well, my Mathematics scores are always quite high but.. not the highest. But, recently I close friend of mind didn't treat me quite well. I wonder if she was tired of me or what so ever. But, I really hate friends which just use me and throw me away like a toy or rather a puppet. I really hate it. I had experience this kind of thing for three times and I really hate it. I wonder if that friend just wanna use me. I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is a friend don't trust you or they say that you don't trust them. 1 of my friends said to me that this friend said i didn't trust her. Who said I didn't trust her??? I was just afraid if that stuff got lost or something but... she didn't have to say that to all my closes friend behind my back. Now? she is being nice to me. There was once she ditched me. I really hated it. The worst thing is that she stole my friend from me last time. But... it doesn't matter anymore . Coz the past is the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-4935701578586804623?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/4935701578586804623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=4935701578586804623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4935701578586804623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/4935701578586804623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-frenz.html' title='My Frenz...'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhyJ24GstI/AAAAAAAAABw/alV23BDsVec/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-1158477518543428333</id><published>2008-07-18T21:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:37.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Dayz &amp; Happie Timez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhtb5OMLxI/AAAAAAAAABI/LKgyP-SIYvs/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhtb5OMLxI/AAAAAAAAABI/LKgyP-SIYvs/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222044093920325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is such a boring day. Especially dayz which I don't have school. Why? Coz I can't interact with friendz... So, I always go and read manga. But... the prob is that my dad always want me to study... Haiz.... I hate to study. If it was last time i wouldn't complain coz i didn't really study but... after studying for almost every day, I got bored of it. So, I always read manga and watch anime. Every time after school I hate it becoz i need to go back home and study, if i don't my dad will grumble. To avoid studying and being grumbled at home, I went for tough extra curriculum which have longer period of time to stay back. Every time I will here that everyone wants to go back early. And I ask almost every of them. Their reply is &gt;&gt; to watch t.v. , to use the computer, sleep and many more but of course some of them need to go for tuition and study. Majority, it is the ones which have no connection to studying are the most. I wonder why ?? Haiz .... Even though my dad always grumble, he is not that evil. It's for my best. So, I always try to calm myself and try to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhvXhB2lzI/AAAAAAAAABo/WD3KytJcYNI/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhvXhB2lzI/AAAAAAAAABo/WD3KytJcYNI/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222046217729906482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there are boring dayz, there are always happie times... Some times my family is really weird.. They some times laugh and they are angry sometimes. The most happy moment is when all of us are at the dining table. Hehehehe^^ We never scold or grumble at the dinner table. My mom used to com back late but now she comes home early. That makes me happie coz we rarely spend time together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-1158477518543428333?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/1158477518543428333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=1158477518543428333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1158477518543428333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/1158477518543428333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/boring-dayz-happie-timez.html' title='Boring Dayz &amp; Happie Timez'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhtb5OMLxI/AAAAAAAAABI/LKgyP-SIYvs/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-7573739825130932549</id><published>2008-07-18T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:37.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.....=.= What's with the dress?? That home is sweet!!^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhKSH4d9gI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VB1hxMbPe8/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhKSH4d9gI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VB1hxMbPe8/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222005443150083586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dinner today, but..... it's not that I really want to go. We were force to go may be not... But this is not the problem about whether I'm force to go or not, it's about my friends!!! They are really cute.... One of my friend really want to try her dresses with 2 other friends and me. Do you know what she did? Hahahahaha &gt;.&lt;. 1stly she came to my class and ask whether did we bring our dresses, 2ndly she ask when to try it together or was it where .And in the end...&gt;.&lt;, we didn't try it at all the whole day. But.... We did try to wear it in her house.. Every Tuesday , I and 2 other friends will be at her house may be not every Tuesday. And you know what I like being in her house. Because there are a lot of food there "junkies" . Isn't that a nice home. Her mom loves chocolates. So, apparently her kitchen was full of chocolates. My favourite junkie !! Hehehe^^ You guys know what is Astro, right ? Hahahaha!! I'm being silly of course lar!! There we can watch all we want because my mom cancel some channels so that my siblings including me don't watch to much. But..... luckily my mom didn't cancel the Animax program . If not I will be bored. x.x . Back to her house.=.=. There it was like a dream come true. Oh yea there we can act like that coz her parents are not home they went for work. But... that friend was polite, she treated us nicely me . I mean she treated us like guests . Erm... yea. Oh yea there was one of this 2 other friends, her parents especially her mom always bought back organic stuff. So she kinda really like that house. Coz she can't eat much chocolate a.k.a. "junkies' . No wonder she so thin.... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906220617123636019-7573739825130932549?l=my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/feeds/7573739825130932549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906220617123636019&amp;postID=7573739825130932549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7573739825130932549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906220617123636019/posts/default/7573739825130932549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-dramatic-life-94.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiz-whats-with-dress-that-home-is.html' title='Haiz.....=.= What&apos;s with the dress?? That home is sweet!!^^'/><author><name>Wong Ee Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09608092672176477092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/S3FdpVkt5VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCaFIfttGJM/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHhKSH4d9gI/AAAAAAAAABA/-VB1hxMbPe8/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906220617123636019.post-4481358625012636262</id><published>2008-07-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:14:37.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this blog 'bout ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHcZJKnvgKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AQgUL4Ecqn8/s1600-h/tutu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STe7W3qiwds/SHcZJKnvgKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AQgUL4Ecqn8/s320/tutu4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221669938219942050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha^^ It's kinda like my life but...... it won't be exactly like my very personal life... Well, hope you guys get to learn more so as it is for me !!!! And also learn more 'bout my friends, they are so cuteee!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Kawaiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;Post more comment you know !!! &lt;3&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea . 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