<?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-8778129949228963950</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:06:31.729-07:00</updated><category term='indralalalala'/><category term='I&apos;M INDRAX)'/><category term='INDRALALALA'/><title type='text'>the SCANDALOUS group of people</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-3436586972292543405</id><published>2008-06-10T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:37:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG hard!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Woah this blog sure is dead, i guess everyone is mugging untill no one is bothering about our class blog.. ohhwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway heres to WENSHIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HaPPY BDAE GURl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok thats all, shall update when i have the incessant time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy mugging to all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;yn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-3436586972292543405?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/3436586972292543405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-4033523564148978805</id><published>2008-05-15T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:55:06.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love You NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Boy: Baby, we need to talk.Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?Boy: Something has come up...Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much.Boy: Baby, are you there??Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.Boy: I'm leaving...Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.Girl: I can't believe this.[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp;amp; yells furiouslyERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off thedamn phone!! (And hangs up).]&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you to go.Boy: Would you run away with me?Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving onflight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.Girl: Okay, I will sneak out &amp;amp; meet you at the park.Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he givesher a note.]Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]It says..."Erica,&lt;br /&gt;You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did theright thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.- Ricardo"[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage &amp;amp; crys for hours ]... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call....Friend: How are you feeling?Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...Girl: Umm.. okay.[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,It says:"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...Hate = LoveNever = AlwaysBitch = BabyWill not= will.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.casalemedia.com/c?s=52536&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;id=5191422236.365893" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!... Erica turns the T.V. on......[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she kills herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to live for... ]... A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope this story is nice,if not someone would be grouchy again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;k signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;have a great night=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-4033523564148978805?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/4033523564148978805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=4033523564148978805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/4033523564148978805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/4033523564148978805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-you-not-boy-baby-we-need-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-4502698077492962773</id><published>2008-05-13T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:09:54.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time Understands Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others......, including Love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat." Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now." Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was Time", Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-4502698077492962773?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/4502698077492962773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=4502698077492962773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/4502698077492962773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/4502698077492962773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-understands-love-once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-7280561294949451679</id><published>2008-05-11T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:30:38.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah as usual i was crapping dun take that word too seriously=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-7280561294949451679?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/7280561294949451679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=7280561294949451679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/7280561294949451679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/7280561294949451679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-has-been-f-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-826866457457150041</id><published>2008-05-06T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T05:35:10.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If this doesn't touch you ..... get a heart!One night a guy and girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on.A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it." Without your love, I would die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me love you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed. When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hard work and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company."You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore. He had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, &lt;strong&gt;a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone...&lt;/strong&gt; and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him and on every cranes carry the words,' I love you..'. The guy just wept &lt;strong&gt;...&lt;em&gt;The most painful kind of love is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never ever see them again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heys hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;likes these stories. Yeah anyway i wont be posting anything until saturday cos i wont be at my house.Anyway all the best to grace for her nominations tmr and all the best to yunxi and jinyong for your band concert this coming saturday..Jiayou and rock the house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-826866457457150041?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/826866457457150041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=826866457457150041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/826866457457150041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/826866457457150041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-without-love-if-this-doesnt-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-2127133494582192663</id><published>2008-05-05T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:48:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tragic Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='http://www.sara-freder.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;" href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=14288&amp;amp;u=96183&amp;amp;m=1837&amp;amp;urllink=&amp;amp;afftrack=" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life that was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she would have friends over soon. There will be sleep-overs, and parties. She was so happy. It's just the way she wanted her life to be.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference. What's there to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event. But as she rushed around like she had no sense, she began to feel guilty about all the lies, but what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, and the moonlight ride would have to wait, for Jeff was half drunk by this time.&lt;br /&gt;But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point, but only after he'd smoked another joint.&lt;br /&gt;They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, and Jeff started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.) "Perhaps my parents were right. Maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?" With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away, "Please take me home, I don't want to stay."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride."&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, and heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!" Voices she heard, a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, and if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, as they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.casalemedia.com/c?s=52536&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;id=4331674173.640388" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done. I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, and wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, and that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"&lt;br /&gt;The nurse just stood there. She never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad.&lt;strong&gt; "Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hope everyone likes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-2127133494582192663?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/2127133494582192663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=2127133494582192663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/2127133494582192663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/2127133494582192663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/stories.html' title='stories'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-1523392553718376</id><published>2008-05-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:44:27.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: Do you really love me?Boy: Of course I do.Girl: I wanna hear you say it.Boy: I don’t have to.Girl: Why not?Boy: Because...Girl: I just want to hear you say it in words.Boy: I can’t...The girl started to cry softly and said:Then you don't love me...The two continued to walk in silence. Theyreached the girls home.Girl: Why?Boy: Do you really want to know?Girl: (hesitantly) Yes.He hugged her gently, kissed the tip of her noseand whispered in her ear,"Because three words are not enough..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silent Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heys these stories are just for entertainment..dun worry i am not emo=) thx for your concerns anw!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-1523392553718376?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/1523392553718376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=1523392553718376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/1523392553718376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/1523392553718376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-words-girl-do-you-really-love.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-5526072754844381195</id><published>2008-05-04T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:37:58.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Salty Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The CD Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy walked into a CD store and saw a girl behind the counter.She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it."Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.He nodded and she went to the back.She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...!!!RRRRRING!!!The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..." The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.It said: Hi... I think you are really cute. Do you wanna go out with me? Love, JacelynThe mother opened another CD...Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think you are really cute. Do you wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-5526072754844381195?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/5526072754844381195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=5526072754844381195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5526072754844381195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5526072754844381195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/05/salty-coffee-he-met-her-at-party.html' title='Random stories'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-8933219295157338089</id><published>2008-04-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:05:51.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indralalalala'/><title type='text'>shalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEAVY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBim5_9SzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NvuN9MGAHJA/s1600-h/warped+wh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195085685523139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBim5_9SzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NvuN9MGAHJA/s320/warped+wh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBimbv9SzII/AAAAAAAAAGk/rQ3VGgE1N1Y/s1600-h/collage+yx+warped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195085165832096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBimbv9SzII/AAAAAAAAAGk/rQ3VGgE1N1Y/s320/collage+yx+warped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eating-doughnut day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBilCf9SzGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SNfQFzXGpZA/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195083632528772194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBilCf9SzGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SNfQFzXGpZA/s320/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBilDP9SzHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OBYb0o4D1HU/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195083645413674098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBilDP9SzHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OBYb0o4D1HU/s320/DSC01999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it takes us forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikbP9SzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8_mqGgLtXlY/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082958218906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikbP9SzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8_mqGgLtXlY/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;titration results! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikbf9SzCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4V0iNfdTIRY/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082962513873954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikbf9SzCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4V0iNfdTIRY/s320/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikdf9SzDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tr4zpiIjNPg/s1600-h/DSC01937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082996873612338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikdf9SzDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tr4zpiIjNPg/s320/DSC01937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikdv9SzEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QNV3ySyzAoM/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195083001168579650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBikdv9SzEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QNV3ySyzAoM/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijm_9Sy8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/KkJ162U9Vog/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082060570741698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijm_9Sy8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/KkJ162U9Vog/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijn_9Sy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/yHmnltwaNiE/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082077750610898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijn_9Sy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/yHmnltwaNiE/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijof9Sy-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UEH-4SRAMZs/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082086340545506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijof9Sy-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UEH-4SRAMZs/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijov9Sy_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tym4OYVMe4Y/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082090635512818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijov9Sy_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tym4OYVMe4Y/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijov9SzAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EiLY1nywn84/s1600-h/ã+x+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195082090635512834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBijov9SzAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EiLY1nywn84/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FUTURE TJC3308 #$@&amp;amp;* PIANIST? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiigP9Sy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Im_PHP8OeI/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195080845094996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiigP9Sy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Im_PHP8OeI/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiigv9Sy4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2mgWPWhXGic/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195080853684931458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiigv9Sy4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2mgWPWhXGic/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiihf9Sy5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IKkGMTU5VXw/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195080866569833362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiihf9Sy5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IKkGMTU5VXw/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiihv9Sy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/XCwtn-K69JM/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195080870864800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiihv9Sy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/XCwtn-K69JM/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiih_9Sy7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QrxYkaFMHvM/s1600-h/ã+x+i+ãï¼0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195080875159767986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBiih_9Sy7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QrxYkaFMHvM/s320/%E3%80%8E+x+i+%E3%80%8F%EF%BC%9A0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; GOOD NIGHT SLEEP TIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-8933219295157338089?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/8933219295157338089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=8933219295157338089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8933219295157338089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8933219295157338089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/shalala.html' title='shalala'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SBim5_9SzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NvuN9MGAHJA/s72-c/warped+wh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-8977824751386429945</id><published>2008-04-28T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:26:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOOOOO~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todae is a relatively short and mundane monday,yeah monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The same cycle goes on and on, with everyone looking so dead and lethargic on monday. Gp today was really exhausting and somewhat boring. Life really does seem to be down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Coming to tjc has always been a dream,or at least it was. Judging by now, coming to JC seem to have been a big mistake like many others have claimed. Yeah, Jc is bloody stress with mr kwan rushing for PI every single time and Mrs leong checking our maths tutorial everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i think everyone really misses their Secondary school friends. Some may wept quietly in their hearts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But to every downsides is always a bright side. Cg 33/08 may not be the best nor the most united class, but at least we do try to bond. All everyone needs is more time. Maybe if we stop comparing our secondary schools to TJC we may actually find that its not that bad afterall. Maybe if we stop questioning whether coming to tjc was a mistake, we might actually come to like it. If only everyone gives themselves this little chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah this post is meant for whoever that is out there. This is my first time blogging so it may sounds dumb. But i just want you to look for the silver lining in the clouds. Maybe you would really find this lingering happiness. Life is not a total fiasco afterall. There are friends out there who wishes you to be happy,so cheerios and all the best to your new lease of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-8977824751386429945?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/8977824751386429945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=8977824751386429945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8977824751386429945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8977824751386429945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/emooooo.html' title='EMOOOOO~~'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-6066609348758011689</id><published>2008-04-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:52:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG !&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to upload photos of our class!&lt;br /&gt;alot alot that yingteng sent me!&lt;br /&gt;and revive this blog!&lt;br /&gt;but i cant!!!!&lt;br /&gt;someone help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-6066609348758011689?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/6066609348758011689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=6066609348758011689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6066609348758011689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6066609348758011689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-i-wanted-to-upload-photos-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-2500482702634457997</id><published>2008-04-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:13:39.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi on fridae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heys anyone wants dinner on fridae after sports dae?? Hahas sushi cum class gathering sounds nice right? yeah anyway someone please tag or blog leh..abt your lives or anything,otherwise this blog v dead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hahas yeah thats all for now!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-2500482702634457997?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/2500482702634457997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=2500482702634457997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/2500482702634457997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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SYSTEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL BE ACTIVATING TNIGHT TO SHUN BIAN TRY OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST KNOW WHO YOU SENDING TO AH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND AND RMB TO WEAR SCH UNIFORM AND BRING TIE TML! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOT PHOTO TAKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOHOO SO EXCITED!!! :DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-WEIHUI.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8778129949228963950-26638703781177300?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-6030871613019646463</id><published>2008-04-13T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:45:07.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys ppl..ahahas&lt;br /&gt;heys we were thinking of ponning swimming next tues to go mac or burger king, what do you guys think of it?&lt;br /&gt;Hahas anyway lets all join Sing(SIG) k??It would be a great chance for us to bond as a class!&lt;br /&gt;yap thats all.Yeah anyone does anyone wants go eat sushi like soon??&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-6030871613019646463?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/6030871613019646463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=6030871613019646463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6030871613019646463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6030871613019646463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/heys-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-5970343129558481048</id><published>2008-04-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:05:52.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i shall upload a few pics first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWa3MjSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lxIl1k4jDEk/s1600-h/DSCF2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188389048456875298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWa3MjSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lxIl1k4jDEk/s320/DSCF2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWq3MjTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3cMtN_-s6CU/s1600-h/DSCF2264-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188389052751842610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWq3MjTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3cMtN_-s6CU/s320/DSCF2264-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWq3MjUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rcq7FS26SSI/s1600-h/DSCF2267-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188389052751842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWq3MjUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rcq7FS26SSI/s320/DSCF2267-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcW63MjVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mqNFcWa9Fw/s1600-h/DSCF2269-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188389057046809938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcW63MjVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mqNFcWa9Fw/s320/DSCF2269-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188390096428895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADdTa3MjWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yRBgH1hEDTI/s320/DSCF2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll only upload all the other pics when i'm free k? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-yingteng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-5970343129558481048?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/5970343129558481048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=5970343129558481048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5970343129558481048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5970343129558481048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-i-shall-upload-few-pics-first.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/SADcWa3MjSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lxIl1k4jDEk/s72-c/DSCF2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-2895183799689358470</id><published>2008-04-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:05:55.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INDRALALALA'/><title type='text'>IM INDRA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! I HAVE MUCHX MUCHZ MANYS MANYX PHOTOSZSXZ TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL! ROFLMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;LIKE TOTALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXa3MjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/V4IzdTIlOR0/s1600-h/P01-04-08_14.25[01].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187629303101951058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXa3MjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/V4IzdTIlOR0/s320/P01-04-08_14.25%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXa3MjGI/AAAAAAAAACM/9oqjfd7VeMs/s1600-h/P01-04-08_14.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187629303101951074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXa3MjGI/AAAAAAAAACM/9oqjfd7VeMs/s320/P01-04-08_14.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;see what that crazy weihui is doing! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXq3MjHI/AAAAAAAAACU/m3WRMYDQSUk/s1600-h/P01-04-08_14.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187629307396918386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXq3MjHI/AAAAAAAAACU/m3WRMYDQSUk/s320/P01-04-08_14.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess who's the handsome loser here!X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o263MjBI/AAAAAAAAABk/bdjYBgNzR08/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187628744756202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o263MjBI/AAAAAAAAABk/bdjYBgNzR08/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the three chilli hot babes from Earth TJC 3308!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o3K3MjCI/AAAAAAAAABs/ad7Rz5E3OnM/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187628749051169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o3K3MjCI/AAAAAAAAABs/ad7Rz5E3OnM/s320/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187628753346137138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o3a3MjDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DlEmw8vKErM/s320/DSC01934.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY! THREE ALIENS FROM MARS! *WOAHHHHHHH SO HOT RITESZXSZ* X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o3a3MjEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VP6hksCZXHE/s1600-h/HOT+GIRLS+WARPED!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187628753346137154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4o3a3MjEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VP6hksCZXHE/s320/HOT+GIRLS+WARPED!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just jokin' ;) that's all! gdnite kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-2895183799689358470?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/2895183799689358470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=2895183799689358470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/2895183799689358470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/2895183799689358470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-indra.html' title='IM INDRA!'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haSsUGiWpz8/R_4pXa3MjFI/AAAAAAAAACE/V4IzdTIlOR0/s72-c/P01-04-08_14.25%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778129949228963950.post-5422565649333771603</id><published>2008-04-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:57:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOYOYO !&lt;br /&gt;HOT GIRL IN THE HOUSE !&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;omg im feel so fat tday!&lt;br /&gt;keep eating fried food.&lt;br /&gt;i must train faithfully tml!&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU FOR ME PPL ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mysterious HOT girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-5422565649333771603?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/5422565649333771603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=5422565649333771603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5422565649333771603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/5422565649333771603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/yoyoyo-hot-girl-in-house-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-6311924745603183435</id><published>2008-04-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:00:07.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;M INDRAX)'/><title type='text'>it's me indra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO HELLO EVERYBODAY!! FEELIN' GOOOD?!? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! CYA TMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-6311924745603183435?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/6311924745603183435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=6311924745603183435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6311924745603183435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/6311924745603183435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-me-indra.html' title='it&apos;s me indra!'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-1127459127135406772</id><published>2008-04-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T05:38:18.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahas</title><content type='html'>testing..testing..&lt;br /&gt;Hahas this is so cool.Yeah people try be more proactive and tag the blog..afterall someone took so much pains to create it..Hahas anyway lets not be sad for PW..cos my idea got rejected too.Yeah he really sucks..low efficiency and always pms. People from other sch doing their third draft and we just got back ours..i wonder how we are going to get As for our PW..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when is our next cg K??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-1127459127135406772?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/1127459127135406772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=1127459127135406772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/1127459127135406772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/1127459127135406772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/hahas.html' title='Hahas'/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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-8778129949228963950.post-8308778339033752262</id><published>2008-04-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:01:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;YO PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've created another class blog! an english one (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've also added a tagboard, so all of us can tag when we are free. and click on my name to navigate to my blog (: hahas. do come and tag (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;err i know the blog is quite plain. hahas. i'll work on it. but do come and tag often k? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;-yingteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778129949228963950-8308778339033752262?l=tjc3308.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/feeds/8308778339033752262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8778129949228963950&amp;postID=8308778339033752262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8308778339033752262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778129949228963950/posts/default/8308778339033752262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjc3308.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-people-ive-created-another-class.html' title=''/><author><name>the SCANDALOUS group of people</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09870581245076936098</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></feed>
