<?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-1737879991900541415</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:00.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U never know what u'll get. =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-2231517307276453505</id><published>2009-03-08T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:30:21.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three passions have governed my life:&lt;br /&gt;The longings for love, the search for knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;In the union of love I have seen&lt;br /&gt;In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision&lt;br /&gt;Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With equal passion I have sought knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].&lt;br /&gt;I have wished to know why the stars shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;But always pity brought me back to earth;&lt;br /&gt;Cries of pain reverberated in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of children in famine,&lt;br /&gt;of victims tortured&lt;br /&gt;And of old people left helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,&lt;br /&gt;And I too suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my life; I found it worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-2231517307276453505?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/2231517307276453505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=2231517307276453505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/2231517307276453505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/2231517307276453505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-4311536968299394633</id><published>2008-12-28T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:14:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I despice competing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I know and I've heard umpteen times...&lt;br /&gt;That in this world, competition exists EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is true.. in sports, games, work and even studies. omgosh.... can't we cut it off and acheive peace and harmony together?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its man's nature for competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested in this childish manner of "climbing a step higher by defeating your target".&lt;br /&gt;We should not try to seek improvements in such a narrow minded manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is pointless to compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ There are approximately 24 billion people in this world. AND not to mention. Every second, hundreds and thousands are born. How on earth will die-hearted competitors manage to defeat them all and claim to reach the top? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man should seek and provide help with humbility from one another and improve as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;By sharing experiences and knowledge, we will grow as a unit, not part as individuals who sheds hope and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my past experience, competition severes relational ties.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing priceless relational ties for the sake of individualistic benefits is downright selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we should seek to acheive heights[Improvements] by breaking our own potential barriers, with our present selves as the target to overcome, NOT others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Growth is retaining one's self originality with maturity and non about constructing walls of change to tower the inferiority complex!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-4311536968299394633?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/4311536968299394633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=4311536968299394633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/4311536968299394633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/4311536968299394633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-despice-competing.html' title='I despice competing.'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-424707253454110008</id><published>2008-10-14T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:47:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pure moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONCE IN AWHILE.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, rest yourself,&lt;br /&gt;place your mind in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;and feel, NOT think.&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Have a feel and rekindle your inner goal in life.&lt;br /&gt;Recall what it is that gave you drive, to persevere despite the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this reality forsaken world, whatever that comes into contact with us are merely superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Do you value? Do you appreciate?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piggy bank that comprises of your childhood savings, do you have the heart to even spend a single cent from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the memories that we value from it. NOT the monetary value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can learn to treasure the hidden values in life, we will resolve to living life to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future defines our character for it takes more then resolve to resolve worldly desires&lt;br /&gt;in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes definition, spirit and inner drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-424707253454110008?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/424707253454110008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=424707253454110008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/424707253454110008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/424707253454110008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/10/pure-moment.html' title='A pure moment.'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-3837529428772967220</id><published>2008-09-14T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:39:44.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>placing your priorities infront of others, its no doubt selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I've unintentionally came across a text from the friendster's horoscope section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally disagree to a portion of its statement.&lt;br /&gt;Its highlighted in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone asks you what you want today, you may surprise yourself when you can't come up with an answer. It's not that you have everything you need, it's that you really haven't given enough thought to what you want -- and that is a real problem. &lt;strong&gt;It's not selfish to put energy toward achieving your own desires instead of the desires of other people. In fact, it's necessary sometimes. So put your own needs on the front burner, today. &lt;/strong&gt;Figure out your priorities so you'll be ready next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not selfish to put energy toward acheiving your own desires instead of the desires of other people"? NOT really.... I FEEL that its selfish to do so.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, selfishness is being defined as self centeredness.&lt;br /&gt;A self centered person [ selfish ] does everything without considering the impact it will have on others.&lt;br /&gt;A desire, is associated with a WANT. Not a NEED.&lt;br /&gt;A want is what we long for, something that tempts us to possess it, BUT its not a neccessity in life. We can still survive without having what we desire.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, a need is what we require to ensure a progression in our existance in reality. e.g. Air, food, LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a need MUST be placed ahead of a WANT.&lt;br /&gt;As humanbeings, we have a natural flare to love and care.&lt;br /&gt;That makes the difference in this reality forsaken world. Love is a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever we help others to get what they desire, they feel the love and care that we've spread. Its not the thought of attaining what they've longed for that made them feel elated, but the thought of being cared and loved that made them feel valued, that re-ensured to them, their existence in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, helping others to get what they desire is a need because LOVE [a nesseccity] would be experienced by both parties.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, placing our desires [a want] infront of the desires of others [ a need ] would be deemed as an act of downright selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;As sentimental beings, we are born to love.&lt;br /&gt;My priority in life would be to lend a helping hand to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if i were to place my desires ahead of the desires of others, i would've gone against my conscience and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone were to place the desires of others ahead of their own selfcentred desires, wouldnt it make the world a much better place? No doubt it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, think twice before you oblige a plea of help from someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-3837529428772967220?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/3837529428772967220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=3837529428772967220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3837529428772967220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3837529428772967220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/09/placing-your-priorities-infront-of_14.html' title='placing your priorities infront of others, its no doubt selfish.'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-8063675703124087950</id><published>2008-09-14T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:57:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>placing your priorities infront of others, its no doubt selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-8063675703124087950?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/8063675703124087950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=8063675703124087950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/8063675703124087950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/8063675703124087950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/09/placing-your-priorities-infront-of.html' title='placing your priorities infront of others, its no doubt selfish.'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-7806721552189841138</id><published>2008-06-21T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:29:59.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself."&lt;br /&gt;Time does not wait, not even for a fraction of a milli second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deluded detest time for it brings forth a frame, a cage, hence jailing them, their freedom.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I was comparable to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I hated being caged by time, my timetable. Having my leisure periods "watched" over and limited. That tick in the clock, so soft but deafening much to my dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;I was just too playful, too ignorant about the what-matters-most in life.&lt;br /&gt;All i ever cared about was having fun, hanging out with friends till dawn breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no zest at all. No goals.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, every Sundays a drag as next days school.&lt;br /&gt;Every holidays a fake because it shadows that dreadfulness[school]&lt;br /&gt;But without time, how are we able to measure companionship? Appreciate advancements and improvements?&lt;br /&gt;Without it, everything would be taken for granted, even living, as it would have been thought so as being eternal. There will be no sense of urgency due to the absense of datelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, what would the world be like without time?&lt;br /&gt;Freelance, carefree,a haven or chaotic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-7806721552189841138?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/7806721552189841138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=7806721552189841138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/7806721552189841138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/7806721552189841138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/06/sit-quietly-doing-nothing-spring-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-6671314416666801717</id><published>2008-06-17T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:39:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the present society, good and evil have unleashed a turn of events JUST to determine the triumph of either, light or darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned in the swirl of a whirlpool, the concentration determines the outcome. The concentration of its impact and dominance over the past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For what it seems like, approximately 70% of the society, are along with the ideal that kind, pure, good-hearted souls would not strive in the now greedy, tarnished, corrupted restructuring of the society.&lt;br /&gt;This has spurred a chain of events that would ensure victory for the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;So much so the magnitude of its influence that even Good-Samaritans are deemed NAIVE and Challenged.&lt;br /&gt;The medium for improvement, sparked man's Greed to seek perfection. I agree that ignorance is bliss but its inapplicable for such circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its Man's destiny and fate that bestowed upon they were by imperfection. Therefore shouldn't we heed this feat and retain humbility as well as humanity for the sake of subdueing Greed and corruption? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shouldn't we keep in mind that we were once born GOOD? Theres no need to ask for more, and more and more!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once said to me that if we were to look around observantly enough, all the great and priceless things in life are given to us free, such as LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Now, wheres the love, the care, thoughtfulness and good natured will in man[not all]?!&lt;br /&gt;In America [ one of the most socialised countries] , the negligance of healthcare had resulted in the inclination of deathtolls. During 911, heroes whom risked their lives to save the many were doomed fatal,life threatening diseases. Medical bills were unaffordable and hence their only hope was to seek salvation from the higher ups, the Government. However, their plea for help was rejected. The HEROES were dumped out of hospitals when they could not afford the bills. Left on the streets to, simply await DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does socialization play a part in such acts? For what it seems like, richer socialised countries lack humanity. They "sacrificed" humanity for the sake of progression, for the sake of "not losing out" in terms of POWER and FAME. Ridiculously, it seems that only ignorance gave attention to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would prefer the conventional way though, democracy, diplomacy and our values over inhumane, underhand methods to POWER, only, passive progression towards globalising perfected imperfection. Cant we be conventional? If we can't, why bother to uphold the flawed conventional current law instead of restructing the whole Physics' laws based on electron flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upholding our values, being conventional and resisting temptations does not deem us man weaklings. In a matter of a fact it would meant our re-evolution, spiritually and intellectually into greater beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harmony, peace and balance would then be achieved, a state where the values of evil and darkness would cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As such, wisdom would be made known. And the pure hearted, are vulnerable no more. The good[light], is pure, easily taken over by darkness but, with wisdom, it knows how to react and is a strong force that conquers darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The now, the present, is a powerful force, so feared by us man that we turn to the past and seek hope in the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-6671314416666801717?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/6671314416666801717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=6671314416666801717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/6671314416666801717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/6671314416666801717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-present-society-good-and-evil-have.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-484081822041072265</id><published>2008-06-14T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:28:56.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I woke up with a backache[dont know why], NOT as usual, feeling a little grouchy with ONLY a pinch of optimism for the day.&lt;br /&gt;With a thump and without any hesitance, I slumbered back onto my mechronome bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid there, for half a quarter of an hour or so, just wondering.....Reminiscences of yesterday, and the day before, flashed into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Those of melancholy, elation, fuming ones as well as indifferent ones clouded my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I realise, clumbered they were, in a total mess, melanholicness befits ecstasy and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A headache, just drilled and rebounded in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why does the dull and shattered ones never fail to sink deep into my mind?Just to get embedded.Why not the spirited ones, the happy and light minded ones instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too late anyways, it occurs to me that I am in a state of perplexion.They say, man recollects, its funny but....but i dont remember when i was born,when i started walking, what is the first thing i joked about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guessed so, that maybe, we were not meant to be recollecting, because its all " there ", all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;someone once said, that yesterday is a history, the future is a mystery therefore the present is a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind all that.....&lt;br /&gt;Simply put into simple words, " For no reason, I cant imply why, why are my thoughts[ The past, messed up with hope for the future, only to present a spoilt present] so chalked and choked.... I am feeling troubled and messed up. "Maybe its because i have been thinking too much due to excess leisure or its just life toughening me up by dumping me into a void, one where hollowness lurks. And expecting me to climb, all the way back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, this is what life is all about isn't it? Obstacles which does not kill us, only makes us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont know, but i only do know right now, deep down in my heart, what should I act upon and the need to be awaken from this MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Which would u choose? a past with a blinding light that deems itself[past] unrecognisable, or one that pierces ur soul with thorns but is clearly visible for recollection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-484081822041072265?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/484081822041072265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=484081822041072265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/484081822041072265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/484081822041072265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-woke-up-with-backachedont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-4584080376761283847</id><published>2008-05-09T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:43:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIREDDDDDDDDD XD&lt;strong&gt; =.= FREIGGGIIIINNNNN WOOORRNNN OOUUTTT. @.@NOW 5 42!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-4584080376761283847?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/4584080376761283847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=4584080376761283847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/4584080376761283847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/4584080376761283847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/05/tireddddddddd-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-1876364224701359313</id><published>2008-04-29T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:23:49.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theres never a word called "wise". In fact, it had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never co-existed with reality, where man are made to be perfectly imperfect. "wiseness" used by the competent. Its but a false hope of vast improvement over time. Having that word ringing devoids our righteousness to make mistakes. And so to improve.&lt;br /&gt;The potential for scaling heights lingers in the deduction of infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-1876364224701359313?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/1876364224701359313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=1876364224701359313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/1876364224701359313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/1876364224701359313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-never-word-called-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-2083791177968689188</id><published>2008-04-13T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:53:26.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOSHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH GOSSSH OHGOSSHHHH&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR IS GONNA BE REALLY EXCITING YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;MET WHOLE NEW KINDA SPECIES(ppl with diff characters)&lt;br /&gt;SOME ANGELS&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GOOD PPL&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO MET SOME DAMN FK'ED UP PEOPLE YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;WELLWELLLWELL LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;NP is quite a homely place i like it there, there are more then 3 canteens if i am not wrong,&lt;br /&gt;my class, gender not balanced, 2 gals, 16 guys. LOL project work how? lol&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was SUPER FUN. see the caps, super fun yeah really, it tires me out, and i fell asleep several times, =.= in the LT.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to funs day. because its fun, yeah. lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings when school reopens, miss the hols and excited for school. Last few days darn fun and also darn ruined.&lt;br /&gt;okaes shall end here, nothing to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;apologise for this post yeah. it will suck the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-2083791177968689188?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/2083791177968689188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=2083791177968689188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/2083791177968689188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/2083791177968689188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-goshhhhh.html' title='OH GOSHHHHH'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-3332968945702928434</id><published>2008-04-05T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:29:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last few days, very interesting. Got to watch 2 movies in a row. in one day. lmao. So tiring, first time seh. Movie " marathon" LOL&lt;br /&gt;Caught spiderwick chronicles and water horse. both superb movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderwick chronicles- Whole movie about afew geeks hiding in a protective circle(forest cottage) from monsters,the supernatural i suppose. lols. yeah in the end, circle got broke into and they havta face the monsters face to face. =.= nice movie.what have i learnt? always have another backup in a backup =.= and also not to live in the woods for too long, coz u might just get insane and start seeing things. O.O LMAO hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water horse- about the lochness. what i learnt? well, picked up the IrrisHH accent LOL. and hmm well, that free willy might be frens with the lochness as well ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i really liked both the movies. really really. because of the comfortable seats, food and aircon =X&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Went with my swan bro Yaojie to collect my a lvl chinese cert, well, passed, tts all i can say, LOL happy liao. =.= u all know my chinese standard la right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Its nostalgic, recalling the elating and depressing moments in yishun juniorcollege. well, mostly happy moments, fun ones, =/&lt;br /&gt;Hoped to meet all of my ex classmates there, but, only managed to see 4 of 'em, well, saw Shermin while i was heading towards the genral office. looked at me for 3 seconds, then looked away. lmao. okae maybe shes doesnt remember me already. =X coz of my hairstyle ?/\/\/\/\ LOL. Saw Zhenyu rushing up the canteen stairs, so dun have the time to call out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Qiang at the general office. and had dinner with them afterwards, Well, on my way out, met Shawn, the 1.8++m guy Lol. he was having PE. yeah.((( btw, liverpool and arsenal drawed. Peter's Crouch didnt score.)))=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, I almost puked, finished the whole plate of Bryani. O.O really big plate.&lt;br /&gt;really miss old school. Will be going there again, next week WOWOWO. next mon or tue to collect yearbook from master vick ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm other than that, just looking forward to the beginning of school. new frens, new environment. lols. same species as me maybe? LOL hard to fine la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pekchek, met this bus driver on my way to Bukit Batok Central. I was at the other end of the busstop, signalled by waving my hand,he stopped the bus at the other end of the busstop. Okae nvm, i walked to the other side of the busstop to board the bus, lols then he freggin droved the bus to the other end of the busstop. " maybe i am in boiling point or something LOL." REN RENNN~~ . Nvm I boarded the bus, He glared at me. for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find 55 cents(bus fare) in the end, to put an end to all these nonsense, i just gave a dollar for the bus fare, It aint fair i know, but, at least, i dun havta face his ^%&amp;amp;*^#$ face.&lt;br /&gt;Btw i met him again, he did the same thing, i smiled at him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is always the best way to get outta a tensed up situation. So guys, just smile~~~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-3332968945702928434?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/3332968945702928434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=3332968945702928434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3332968945702928434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3332968945702928434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-few-days-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-7833458571159097103</id><published>2008-04-03T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:20:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These few days............. seriously killing me. Rotting at home now. Darn sian, kenot play sports =.= haiii.&lt;br /&gt;Really Miss those days, having so much fun with my neighbours and frens playing basketball, soccer, bowling, badminton,pool and even sometimes, catching O.O&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, after i was dismissed from school, i would head home, straight to the basketball court have a few hours of soccer and basketball with them.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, team v team. under RAIN!!! wooo. XD&lt;br /&gt;during the weekends esp, HALF A DAY of soccer and basketball. XD&lt;br /&gt;Its freakin ffunnn haha.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have to constantly be on the look out for security guards LOL. y? " no playing soccer in the basketball court" =.= come to think of it, its our estate, why must listen to them O.O well nvm lols.&lt;br /&gt;At times, while in the midst of soccer, we have to like hide the ball behind our back as the security approaches. LOL rofl there was once they threatened to take a picture of us and send it to the HR. Well we gathered like one big family. and took a gathering photo.peace ^^&lt;br /&gt;AWWW how united. hahas&lt;br /&gt;and i will never forget the expression on that bangala's face that disgusted reaction with his facial muscles tightened and twisted like giam cai as he took the photo.&lt;br /&gt;( next time, if there is,dun play soccer at night, coz he camouflage) O.O ps for being racist. =P&lt;br /&gt;And So, no choice but to resort playing soccer in the multi story carpark. LOL omg. haha, the fifth story that is, no cars, wide space. lols however, sadistic neighbours complain, and we would havta play catching with the security again LOL. The typical police and thief.&lt;br /&gt;Dun get mistaken, we are just guai gias, trying to have some fun XD&lt;br /&gt;These are just some old memories now.&lt;br /&gt;Once i am fully recovered, just hope that it would be soon. I will definitely, take my ball down and have some good old fun again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the bright side of life, hmmm, maybe the next post yeah haha =X&lt;br /&gt;Dun havta do that extremely boring work anymore. No more facing the comp the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;at least schools starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Have to work my brains.&lt;br /&gt;Got a new laptop for poly.&lt;br /&gt;Got fooled only once on April fools day. By MARY. =.= Saying that i havta get my A lvl cl results tmr from cher. at least i backfired XD saying that i collected it already and he freggin believed me muaahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah going back to old school yishun jc to collect my cl results. shall blog about that tmr. XD plus some pix too. XD&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats all for now. cyas and take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-7833458571159097103?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/7833458571159097103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=7833458571159097103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/7833458571159097103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/7833458571159097103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-3734612580162604608</id><published>2008-03-30T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:03:02.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPAMMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;XD&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/1737879991900541415-3734612580162604608?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/3734612580162604608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=3734612580162604608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3734612580162604608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3734612580162604608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/03/spammers-are-most-welcome-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-3771687708496057494</id><published>2008-03-26T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:10:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoNt WoRrY bE hApPy!!!!   XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;HEYLOO I'm back again hahas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, i find that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life's pretty hectic nowadays, theres school, results to worry about, loads of homework, no time for a breather. For our parents, mostly its jobs wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes, we're far too busy with all these daily routines that we've forgotten about the loveliest things in life. We live to enjoy life, spread love, thats what we live for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So. Learn to take things in our stride, overstressing oneself doesnt do anybody nor urself good. Learn to take the beautiful winding route that leads to the other side of the garden, not the straightforward and muddy one.  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Learn to enjoy the Rain and the Rainbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Learn to take passion in planting and ripping the fruits of labour.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a song that i came across, its called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hope it lightens up the life of those who came across it. ^^ Well, Its being played as the blog's entry song.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here's a little song I wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You might want to sing it note for note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In every life we have some trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But when you worry you make it double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Chorus)  Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't got no place to lay your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somebody came and took your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The landlord say your rent is late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He may have to litigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Chorus)  (Look at me -- I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here I give you my phone number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you worry, call me,  I make you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't got no gal to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Cause when you worry your face will frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And that will bring everybody down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Chorus)  (Don't worry, don't worry, don't do it.  Be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. Put a smile on your face.  Don't bring everybody down.  Don't worry. It will soon pass, whatever it is.  Don't worry, be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not worried, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy XD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-3771687708496057494?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/3771687708496057494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=3771687708496057494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3771687708496057494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3771687708496057494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-worry-be-happy-xd.html' title='DoNt WoRrY bE hApPy!!!!   XD'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-3787334447016089895</id><published>2008-03-25T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:56:24.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies, say nono to procastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanted to blog during the past few days, but no time to do so. zzz&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting increasingly interesting, finally!!!! 18 years old XD, cant believe it, have lived for &lt;strong&gt;6570&lt;/strong&gt;+&lt;strong&gt; 4 days (leap years) + 3 days and ( 10hr 49 mins)&lt;/strong&gt;. Am so honored having done so. T.T sobssobs. thx my parents , family, frens, love and all my relatives who have been by my side, supporting me through the ups and downs of life. All your existence is like a shelter for me during a stormy day, the light at the tunnel's end and a haven for my heart. I really appreciate everything that u all have done for me.&lt;strong&gt;I will continue living, for the sake of mankind and to uphold the statues of the pride of humanity&lt;/strong&gt;. T.T sobs, ( background clapssss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O okaeokae, LOL. shall stop being so emotional and lame(currently, for the &lt;strong&gt;time being&lt;/strong&gt; only horh). for every word up there, i'm losing one faithful blog viewer yeah. (Sneezes)( somepple cursing me &lt;strong&gt;SIAO &lt;/strong&gt;already ) XD =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally can watch &lt;strong&gt;M18 &lt;/strong&gt;and drink &lt;strong&gt;JOLLY SHANDY&lt;/strong&gt; XD WOOOO =X life is like a RPG game, character lvl up, got more things to explore, LOL more skills to learn.&lt;strong&gt; Just picked up the 8 Holy hokkien words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD MAN U WON LIVERPOOL WOOOOOOOOO 3-0 SOMEMORE HAAAAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okae will be wearing my Man U jersey till Man U loses. XD considering, i aint playing any sports for the time being, so wont sweat, XD wont sweat,body wont stink, tt means shirt wont stink right? right? right guys? haiyo dunnoe why the gals dun agree. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to send my specs for repair. travalled from &lt;strong&gt;bukitbatok to &lt;em&gt;ang mo kio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!! via &lt;strong&gt;Cab!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; cant walk a long distance tts y. The Cabby, really ineresting guy. An ancient, from the first Spore WW2 battleon. His prescence, whoa seh, i swear it has "sha qi" mannnnn. his eyes, tells the tale of the torrentious WW2. BATTLE SCARRS somemore, on his left hand. O.O He told me stories. What was it like during WW2, ( officer under the command of a lance corporal O.O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and payed attention to his stories.( have always liked stories that are told by the old folks), well, at first, most of my attention was at the steady rise of the taxi fare which was indicated.I noticed that each conver got more and more intense. ( &lt;strong&gt;POST WW2 TRAUMA&lt;/strong&gt; maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, &lt;strong&gt;" #%&amp;amp;^&amp;amp; $%#",&lt;/strong&gt; all my attention, every ounce of it was diverted to those words, the &lt;strong&gt;8 HOLY HOKIEN WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;.( whoaseh, picked up his chuan zong zi dai de au men mi ji). Hear in-out. But Wave and wave and wave, he recited the "sutra" again and again. So much so that it starts ringing in my head. @.@&lt;br /&gt;In the end, managed to get my specs repaired, and headed home via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRT WITH MY SANITY IN TACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Get to watch The Orphanage at westmall engwah theatre. Its a MUST WATCH haha. So thrilling, suspense throughtout the whole of it. Storyline is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work on Mon. &lt;strong&gt;Discovered that my aunt super &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NGIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, calculated my working hour exactly by min, the last digit of GY's pay was like _ _ .07 cents &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL LMAO 7cents LOL&lt;/span&gt;. My Tui na Appointment was at 5 pm, work supposed to end at 4:30 pm, but she held me back and insisted that i finish that set of documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, speed unequals to accuracy, fine, i did so, without flaring up, coz after i did completed that set, ITS ALREADY 5 :05 PM. I seriously have "nothing to say". Today, heard from my fren yap whos working there too that, they found mistakes in my document report,and were making a din in the office. Well,GOSSIP GOSSIPGOSSIP. TSK MAN, they demanded speedy work, how about accuracy, thats the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; welfare???????absent form work arh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end , I was &lt;strong&gt;late by 20 mins&lt;/strong&gt;, took a cab down for the " massage " A.K.A Tui Na appointment that I've made on my right ankle. Its the second time i've been there already, it works wonders really. Just went for one session and i can begin to walk.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole session costs 20 dollars for a duration of about 45 mins. oh yeah forgot to add, 45 mins of agonizing pain. What they would do is, &lt;strong&gt;"simply" RUB!!!&lt;/strong&gt; the injured area in a rheumatical way. Its to improve blood circulation and also to compress the swell. It went on for &lt;strong&gt;40 mins&lt;/strong&gt; or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the very end of the session, the tui na sifu, for no apparent reason, &lt;strong&gt;Smiled&lt;/strong&gt; at me!!! yeah &lt;strong&gt;smiled &lt;/strong&gt;at me. (heyhey i aint implying that i felt high coz of that smile., hellyea its freaggin weird,) but anyways, i treat that as a friendly gesture and returned a smile. GUESS WHAT. After doing so, he kinda flipped my right ankle sideways, wrapped a towel around it and &lt;strong&gt;PRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Its done so quickly that i hardly had the time to respond to it or at least ask whats that for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMNNNN HE USED SO MUCH FORCE,&lt;/strong&gt; I could see his hand &lt;em&gt;shivering&lt;/em&gt; from tiredness, OMGGG. Its so freaggin pain. I mistook that SMILE. Guessed its more of a &lt;strong&gt;sadistic&lt;/strong&gt; smile, then a "&lt;strong&gt;Good Old he-is-making-a-speedy-recovery Doctor&lt;/strong&gt;" Smile. He must be imagining what would my reaction be like as he was about to do that to my poor ankle. &gt;&lt;&gt;no pain no gain" O.O yeah i shall rememeber those words as long as MY ANKLES are OKAE. LOLS but anyway its effective really. XD&lt;br /&gt;okaes I shall blog till here. Blog again ASAP. Take Care guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737879991900541415-3787334447016089895?l=lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/feeds/3787334447016089895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737879991900541415&amp;postID=3787334447016089895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3787334447016089895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737879991900541415/posts/default/3787334447016089895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesabox0fchocos.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-flies-say-nono-to-procastination.html' title='Time flies, say nono to procastination.'/><author><name>GeNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866156776460780485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737879991900541415.post-2766808317567890259</id><published>2008-03-22T02:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:28:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past fades but memories don't, at least here. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OKAES&lt;/span&gt;!!! getting really lethargic right now. coz coz,its 2:30am now and its been like, an hour? and here I'm still staring at the comp screen, this is my first entry, so i'm kinda lost for words, lols. Well, i think its the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we-get-to-know-each-other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; session for the comp and me that is. =.=" . Btw shouldnt be awake at this hour, almost everyones in their dream land, while i am still stuck in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant sleep, having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;wierd dreams&lt;/span&gt; recently.And when i say its wierd, its reazlly really wierd okae. reoccuring ones. O.O Mind &lt;strong&gt;BoGgLiNg&lt;/strong&gt; ones, about some FREAKIN ANNOYING woman, chasing me with a wth? BAT!!! LOL. that ludicrous was wearing a pink dress.O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worst things first, the dream was like a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; in a dream la. i was "sleeping" in my dream,and then this woman(noidea whos that) came &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLLERING&lt;/span&gt; at me, freakin scared me outta my skin, i woke up from my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"beauty sleep"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;**~~&lt;/span&gt; just to get chased after with a &lt;strong&gt;Mad woman carrying a BAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instincts, flight or fight? which will u choose? Flight right? LOL of course. I ran and she chased me, like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KI SIAO&lt;/span&gt; liddat. The endings are always the same, got corner-ed up and kenna beaten till &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KONG KA KIAO&lt;/span&gt; in the end.Whoa!!! cant be so suay~~~~ bahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With beads of sweat..... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ironically&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, woke up and found out thats just a dream. =.=''' Maybe thats the reason y i cant sleep today,zzz dunn wanna ruin my DAY. The next time i see her again.I will be going " heyheyhey, lets not get so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; and rough here again yeah? can we talk things out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=.=Okae put aside that DREAM, the past few days are kinda like a mix of brain deteriorating boredom =P and another, elation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been 2 weeks ever since i've started working in this reallly cool school, ( united world college) as a data entry staff.The pple there are 90% &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ANGMOHS&lt;/span&gt;.And when i speak our national language to them"Singlish"XD they will go "hurh????Pardon me?" i was like, pardon ur ass mann~~ "haha evil. LOL:P" anyways, ncie people. ^^lols.&lt;/span&gt; Everymorning, exchange of good mornings without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like the english accent sometimes, its like, the only accent in the world which u cant say without making a ridiculous face u knoW? XD {{{&lt;strong&gt;TAKE A LOOK AT THE VID I'VE POSTED&lt;/strong&gt;}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KeNnA intro-ed by my dad to my aunt Lily who works there. Well the job offers a reasonable pay BUT, its EXTREMELY boring.There goes my HOLS. last few weeks of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONE!!!&lt;/span&gt; =( And then again, this familar feeling was rekindled. Its like, there I was, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt;(XD) my HOLS, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;playing comp games and sports&lt;/span&gt;, and all of a sudden poof* tmr, start work 8 am to 4 45 pm. O.O ((its the same as the year before, when i was enjoying my HOLS and all of a sudden outta no where, "coincidence" hit the back of my head,and teh next day, 1st day of JC. )) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heys, its hard 2 adapt to SUDDEN changes, if a hamster's enjoying its time at the runmill, all of a sudden, without warning, u place it in ermerm aaa basin, spray it with forceful gushes of water "U STINK!! BATHE!!! BATHE!!! DAMMIT!!!!" or something like taht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats how i felt,like the hamster LOL. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DiSoRiEnTaTeD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; la. But in the end I came to get used to teh daily routines of long hrs of paper work. The staffs there are very easygoing,jovious and friendly, mostly YOUNG GALS aged above, 30.(Numbers dont count) =X &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; yea~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We crapped jokes the whole day,boss also join in O.O and also =X &lt;strong&gt;GOSSIPS&lt;/strong&gt;!!! office types somemore ley. SABO HERE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SABO THERE&lt;/span&gt;, muahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;homely office=battle field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learnt alot about the working life esp in the office, blood+sweat=$$$, cant believe it man, i amjust a tempo staff, yet also a student, somemore, got ppl wanna sabotage me? LOL.In such circumstances,the lesser u talk the safer,Blogblogblogblogblog hehe XD =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i was on cloudnine when I finally got my pay, XD $$$$ lols. spent them on the movies and divided a sum of it for my parents(&lt;em&gt;GUAI&lt;/em&gt; right? hahaXD), and also for the medication fees of my right ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to play basketball, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUMPED&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TWISTED&lt;/span&gt; my ankle, torn my right ankle ligament. =( no more sports. { promise you kaes ? } ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, overall, HOLS was fun, although it wasnt over, but most of it has. Went to to catch leap years( MUST WATCH), meet the spartans(MUST AVOID,DUN MEET THEM.) and 10000bc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently saving up money to take up piano classes,crazy about it recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THX BRO, yaojie!!!For giving me a surprise, and also for calling me up when teh clock strikes 12 exactly XD and did u sang that birthday song? haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okaes, tahts all for now, gonna have some sleep.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TolongTOLONG :/&lt;/span&gt; for my sleep horHH. 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