<?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-5066709</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:04.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sadness filled the blog..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-111200353219986808</id><published>2005-03-28T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:52:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><summary type='text'>hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/111200353219986808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/111200353219986808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111200353219986808' title='lalalala'/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106968880078165332</id><published>2003-11-24T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T07:48:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps perhaps perhaps..I had got over herDon't know..MaybeRemember once i told you something?Every four of you had an unique name for yourselvesHad you found yours?Remember..No matter what..These unique names belong to each one of youIncluding youAnd no one can rob them away..No one..and never..Someone else..Not herBut this you..Maybe..you are reading this..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106968880078165332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106968880078165332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106968880078165332' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106917023445804262</id><published>2003-11-18T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T07:44:17.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You reached TaiwanSafelyThank GodBut..You didn't took enough rest&gt;.&lt;~~Please take really good care of yourselfDon't tired yourself out okay?Take enough rest..I don't what is with me againI need God with me again&gt;.&lt;Pray pray pray..I did that almost every night nowTo remove the discomfort everydayEven that dayI don't know why..I'm phobia of crowdPhobia of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106917023445804262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106917023445804262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106917023445804262' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106906514386978920</id><published>2003-11-17T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T02:32:46.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised how much i miss youNo idea..Have you reached?I guess..this is the first time i miss you so much..So much..I know it's totally impossible to hold your hand again..Impossible to talk to you..~~ &gt;.&lt; ~~ *sob*Have you reach Taiwan peacefully?Have you have enough rest after yesterday promos?Have you take really good care of yourself?Your hand is so warm..Your eyes are so bright</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106906514386978920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106906514386978920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106906514386978920' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106905861054611798</id><published>2003-11-17T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:43:52.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so long that i've blog..Erm..I'm like totally a piggy lorh..Everyday sleep and sleep..eat and eat..haha~Don't even looked like a netballer~Well..i don't think i consider as one too..No netball trng for me..Though i really want it so much..Don't know why..~&gt;.&lt;~~Hey~Erm..Yesterday was the XJ promos..Went there and waited for..erm..~9 hours..hee~Though..haven broke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106905861054611798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106905861054611798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106905861054611798' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106821299757776294</id><published>2003-11-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T05:49:55.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are timesWhere i really got hurtVery deep hurt..But had been there with meAlmost no one..But are more people..Who love to add oil to fireAnd love to rub salt on woundsNice people right?Well..But there are still nice people aroundLike my piggy family..And..my darling [two]s[three]'03 people..=PpThough i have no time to dedicate messages to my whole classBut the only i wished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106821299757776294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106821299757776294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821299757776294' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106795334647146864</id><published>2003-11-04T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:42:24.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh..And one interesting thing i found outErm..Kelvin is Edwin's brother?Erm..Too bad..Kelvin is much much more good looking than Edwin..=XLol..=PpHahaha~Kelvin rawkz~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795334647146864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795334647146864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795334647146864' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106795315236047880</id><published>2003-11-04T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:39:10.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today..As usual..The life-science course..Erm..9-5But today i found it quite fun..No idea why..Tomorrow last day..Erhx..Sophia..haha~You and your Kah Woon..Lol..it that how i spell his name?Hahahaha~Must treasure you last day with him tomorrow!Hahahah~=PpHey..Kelvin is CUTE okay?!Hahhahaha..Totally totally..Lol..Guess what..i'm like smiling all the way during the session we had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795315236047880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795315236047880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795315236047880' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106795263366413165</id><published>2003-11-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:30:32.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nah nah nah..Things are supposed to learn..I won't not be defeatedAt least after you leave the school..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795263366413165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795263366413165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795263366413165' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106795189985582664</id><published>2003-11-04T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T05:18:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's time..I learn to really accept things..Things are just not as what i want them to be..I'm wrong..Totally wrong..That's why..I got hurt again and again..I fall in deeper and deeper hole each time..Got to know things that i'm not supposed toGot to know people who i'm not supposed toGot to love people who i'm not supposed toGot to enter a place which i don't belong toAgain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795189985582664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106795189985582664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795189985582664' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106786727454328481</id><published>2003-11-03T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T05:47:52.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes..sometimes..I felt totally lostI admit i got really bad attitude sometime..But..i really didn't meant it..Especially to my piggy family..I know i really show real attitude to them..But..sometime i just can't control..I really thank you all so much for being so patience with meWith my sucky attitude..Thank you my darling pigs..I love all of you loads and loads and loads..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786727454328481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786727454328481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106786727454328481' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106786338572828537</id><published>2003-11-03T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:43:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today so tired..9 to 5 okay the workshop...Hai..Then so boring lorh..Slept for don't how long..Alamak..What's this larh..I don't care..Tml also 9 to 5..Kao..i'm like totally going to die lorh..Hey people..I don't know why..But i could feel the sense of coldness..Have i done any wrong?If yes..I'm really sorry..You once said in my gbk..We are 2S3..and always united..But..why do i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786338572828537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786338572828537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106786338572828537' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106786309168069994</id><published>2003-11-03T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:38:36.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erm..I don't know why..But i rather contented with my life now..No idea why..Just like it..The way my life it now..2S3 rawkz* foreverDo you know how much i miss you?Just so much..But you are forever so dao..I don't know how am i supposed to talk to you..Hai..I just miss you so much..Just so much..It's NOT Her that i'm talking aboutIt isn't..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786309168069994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106786309168069994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106786309168069994' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106779261209908562</id><published>2003-11-02T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T09:03:31.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope to meet you again..I really hope toHope to go out with you again..Really hope toHope to chat with you again..Really hope to..=Pp..I didn't get in too deep..I hope..Hope to see you everynight online?Hopefully..=| =X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779261209908562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779261209908562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779261209908562' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106779254711875461</id><published>2003-11-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T09:02:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erm..Should i say today or yesterday?It's like 12 going 1am now?Alright..i should say yesterday okay? Since the day had passed..You see..Yesterday..I'm totally slacking my life okay?Sleep and sleep and sleep..Like a pig..Well..i'm..=PpMeo² Zhu²..My piggy family..Wasting my life off..Hai..But..haha..It's alright..After all the hardwork i put in for end-of-year..[Which still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779254711875461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779254711875461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779254711875461' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106779216227087712</id><published>2003-11-02T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T08:56:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erm..Really began to miss someone i shan't..Nah..i really shan't..Sorry..i really shan't..It's less than one hourAnd i started to miss you..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779216227087712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779216227087712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779216227087712' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106779208270252856</id><published>2003-11-02T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T08:54:40.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever?Nah..you never alright?Though i don't understand youBut..i'm sure..Nah nah nah!You NEVER..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779208270252856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106779208270252856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779208270252856' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106742715970060321</id><published>2003-10-29T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T03:33:29.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got back my report book yesterday..I'm so pathetic..My result sucks like hellTotally totally okay?I almost fail my englishThank to my mid-year...Which is like E8?!Totally right?But lucky that i didn't fail..Hai..then now i so headacheDon't know which course to choose..I want triple science..But OBVIOUSLYMy sucking result can never get me there..Hai..=|I begin to miss someone..Nah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742715970060321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742715970060321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106742715970060321' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106742681328296459</id><published>2003-10-29T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T03:26:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Westside rawks!We are the BEST!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742681328296459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742681328296459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106742681328296459' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106742654902801721</id><published>2003-10-29T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T03:22:28.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished watching Westside not long ago..About half an hour ago?Hahaha..=Pp..Now watching Holland V.Erm..that YTC finally die liao!!!Hahaha..i hate him..totally!No no no..I should be talking about Westside now..Hahaha..Westside rawks okay?So nice..Zax is so cute..=PpEh...okay..i admit Tony more shuai okay?Haha..Erm..i spent 50 bucks on Westside a few days ago..-_-|| Totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742654902801721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106742654902801721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106742654902801721' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106716882880289787</id><published>2003-10-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T03:47:07.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things changed..And also please stop accusing me..For words that said but not referring to that personFor things that happened but not because of that personI just wonder if you could read english?Please re-read my entry..And you would find that the whole entry DIDN'T direct to anyone except for my Grandfather..Tsk me as you like..Not like i bother about it anymore..Because the kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106716882880289787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106716882880289787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106716882880289787' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106691131020974591</id><published>2003-10-23T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T05:15:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart feels painJust so pain..But i don't know why..How much time had my tears almost dropped down?So much time..countless..It's not all because of herBut yah..partly..So much things happened..I don't know what to do..I don't know how should i react..God..Why to put me in such position?You know i can't take it..I really can't..I got really bad mood swing..Every moment..I'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106691131020974591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106691131020974591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691131020974591' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106682789481623943</id><published>2003-10-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T06:07:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HurtDo you understand a little bit about this?No..you never..and will neverDo you know how pain is my heartDo you know how many pieces my heart had broken toNo..you never know..Why to torture me with all thisWish to see me break down in front of you?So cruel..so heartless..Why can't you just go off peacefully?Have you to hurt people even just after you left..EX-CRESCENTIANIf yes..Why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106682789481623943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106682789481623943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106682789481623943' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106610361484961891</id><published>2003-10-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:53:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You seeDay by dayI get to understand her deeperDeeper to such that..I don't know what kind of feelings i have for herAll the bad things i had heard about herHow much i wish to deny themBut..they are just so solid factsThings i even saw it from HERs blogI really couldn't deny anything..Any more thing..People told me..She doesn't worth it..She doesn't give a f.u.c.king damn about you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106610361484961891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106610361484961891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610361484961891' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106598845227279984</id><published>2003-10-12T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:54:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Today]Was raining super heavily in the morning..Then..was about to go back woodlands..To buy..phone..sign phone..Hahah..Long way manThen reached woodlands..Rain stopped..[Whatever]Then went to sign the contract..Hehehe..Guess whatI got Nokia 6610Hahaha..So happy okay..Then i signed this membership card..Free unlimited downloading of ringtones and screensavers for 1 yearYeah yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106598845227279984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106598845227279984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106598845227279984' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106598803221463784</id><published>2003-10-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:47:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P a s s e dG o n eThank God..I got through 12 Oct..Every moment had been torturing meEvery one of them-------------What should i be saying?I'm so hurt..So hurtI just can't believeWhatever are going to happen and had happened are factsTrue and solid factsLife is just so crueltyForced me to accept facts that i'm not willing toThe day had passedBut..it'll be coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106598803221463784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106598803221463784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106598803221463784' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106552632349340733</id><published>2003-10-07T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T04:36:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So u n s e c u r e*I'm really not a good p e r s o nNot a good s t u d e n tNot a good d a u g h t e rNot a good j u n i o rNot a good s e n i o rNot a good f r i e n dNot a good c r e s c e n t i a nNot a good c l a s s m a t eNot a good n e t b a l l e rNot a good s i s t e rNot a good a d v i s o rNot a good l i s t e n e rI'm just not someone good in this worldI don't deserve to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106552632349340733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106552632349340733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106552632349340733' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106542520351544258</id><published>2003-10-06T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T04:39:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* I W i l l G e t O v e r ** I W i l l D e f i n i t e l y G e t O v e r ** I S w e a r I W i l l G e t O v e r *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106542520351544258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106542520351544258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106542520351544258' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106532209231716276</id><published>2003-10-04T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:48:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh..Finally finally my Chinese paper 1 and Literature..Literature this subject really stressed me up alright..Here haven't teach finish..there haven't teach finish..Hai..rush here and there..Finally it had passed huh?Great great.You know.Sometime i would love to suggest something to Crescent"Wouldn't you people might as well put English paper 1 with Literature and Chinese paper 1?"[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532209231716276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532209231716276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106532209231716276' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106532082886272716</id><published>2003-10-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:27:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Immortalmy immortali'm so tired of being heresuppressed by all of my childish fearsand if you have to leavei wish that you would just leavebecause your presence still lingers hereand it won't leave me alone these wounds won't seem to healthis pain is just too realthere's just too much that time cannot erasewhen you cried i'd wipe away all of your tearswhen you'd scream i'd fight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532082886272716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532082886272716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106532082886272716' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106532076976444583</id><published>2003-10-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:26:09.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever is with me nowI don't understand..Stress had overcome me..Really overcome me..How emotional am i now?I cry..and just cry for nothing.But yet..I dragged my friends down with meI'm not a good friend am i?I'm not..That's loads of timeLoads and loads of timeI wish you would be there for meWhen i cry..I wish that you could console meWhen i have difficultiesI wish that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532076976444583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106532076976444583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106532076976444583' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106484417644664537</id><published>2003-09-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:08:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loads of people chose to leave me nowIn these moment of stress, depression and everythingThe most important moment of my lifeYet people rather leave me than staying by my side to support meI need them well..I need them badly..Every single of themBut..Why must you people choose to leave me..It just hurt to so much to see close friend leaving me when i'm walking down the most difficult </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106484417644664537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106484417644664537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484417644664537' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106484212332804592</id><published>2003-09-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T06:28:43.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=&gt; W a n t e d &lt;=-&gt; M i s s i n g &lt;--&gt;        i n        &lt;--&gt;  S c h o o l   &lt;-[When are you coming back][There is a letter waiting for its owner to claim it][Come back soon][It's waiting for you][So am i]Searching high and lowLow and highYou know people..I suddenly found out so really chio and cute seniors..HahahahaThey include..//Mingshan////Peishan////Denise///</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106484212332804592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106484212332804592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484212332804592' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106455393906546849</id><published>2003-09-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T22:26:05.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How hard things had been..No more idea what really cheers me up in school..[Seeing funny colours appearing on my keyboard..][So ghostly..grey..pink..blue..am i really so stressed?]Wrote letters yesterday..Found out that how long since i last wrote..Well..Thank you..that's really nice of you..[Are people really so nice? Because i just don't get use to people's concern..]Today came to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106455393906546849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106455393906546849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106455393906546849' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106440766175590424</id><published>2003-09-24T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T05:56:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cried again..Why..Last time i cried reading all the letters..Now..I still cry reading all the letters..How long had all of them been..So long..so long.."I hardly treat juniors so well..you must be honour.."One sentence that you said to me..I'm honour..No..i USED to be very honour..But not now..How nice you used to be..No..!You are still nice now..Just that i had ruined all those..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106440766175590424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106440766175590424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106440766175590424' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106431839504937457</id><published>2003-09-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T04:59:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let this be the last time for me to love you again..Just one last time for me to tell you i love you..It's really pain to keep it down to heartBecause..Everytime when i see youI wish to place the happiness on my faceBut..i can'tI wish to jump aroundBut..i can'tI wish to start telling all my friends that you are thereBut..i can'tI criedNot less than ten timesNot less than twenty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106431839504937457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106431839504937457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106431839504937457' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106422904924134237</id><published>2003-09-22T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T04:10:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed  Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you its only seed  It's the soul afraid of dreaming, That never learns to dance And the soul afraid of waking, That never takes the chance  It's the one, who won't be taken Who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106422904924134237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106422904924134237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106422904924134237' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106412886079554874</id><published>2003-09-21T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:21:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill me if you canNot like anyone going to botherHow much tears had i dropped?Just because you are leaving?YesterdayThis very morningBut have you given any attention?To my entries?To me?How much cold-shoulders are you going to give me?Ignore me as you likeDao me as you canIt's not like i'm going to care..Juniors could give you more attentions than meAfter so much longer that i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106412886079554874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106412886079554874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106412886079554874' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106406915464768562</id><published>2003-09-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T23:43:26.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost cry reading my own entryHow funny..I almost cry on what i've wrote by myselfYou played that songThough it wasn't for meBut..You had played the song that i wanted..You had fulfilled my request..unknowningly..Well..Thank you..I almost break down when i heard that song..that tune..It had been really long that i had hear it from you..This had been the second time..But non of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106406915464768562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106406915464768562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106406915464768562' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106396785895915886</id><published>2003-09-19T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T05:23:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots of things had happened these few daysMostly happy things..I had laughed rather lots these few daysHappiness was really a sweet thingA really sweet thing..But how much i hope that these moment never fadeThese moment never passBecauseI'll no more enjoy all theseAfter a few more weeksBecause the sources of my happinessAre gone..Maybe it because of thisI've been treasuring the time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106396785895915886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106396785895915886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106396785895915886' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106354182775315285</id><published>2003-09-14T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T05:17:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Disappointed--No comment-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106354182775315285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106354182775315285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106354182775315285' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106328638942843365</id><published>2003-09-11T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T06:19:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should i love youOr should i not?I just miss you so much..So so so so so muchBut you just never realise it..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106328638942843365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106328638942843365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106328638942843365' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106326628721309971</id><published>2003-09-11T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T00:44:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess i missed out alot of things latelyRegretted?Somehow..But well..If that's my lifeI accept it..-No comment on my life-*It's just so sucky*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106326628721309971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106326628721309971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106326628721309971' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106310105149188516</id><published>2003-09-09T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T02:50:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just did my chinese..Some revision notes*Hrmps*Now my neck was it GREAT pain*Cracking my neck*Ouch..pain..Okay..Next time i shan't spend so much time lying on the ground doing thingsIt'll just caused my neck to BREAKTomorrow..Hopefully i can officially start on my homeworkHahaha~Or..i can't imagine what will happen to me school re-openHahaha~Hey!I finished around 2/3 of my Harry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106310105149188516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106310105149188516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106310105149188516' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106303639457981416</id><published>2003-09-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T08:53:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read alots of past thingsEntries..My friends and mineI don't whether are they really my friendsAre they willing to be my friendsBut what i've never know was how much they used to hate meShould i use "used"?Or they still hate me nowI don't knowI really sorry of my fucky and sucky attitude i used to haveI'm really sorryI'll change..just for you..my friendsI'm sorry Jan..for the kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106303639457981416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106303639457981416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106303639457981416' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106303269166641352</id><published>2003-09-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T07:51:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*no comments*I got just nothing to say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106303269166641352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106303269166641352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106303269166641352' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106293461365532236</id><published>2003-09-07T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T04:37:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Tears*dripping*in*my*Heart::.It somehow really hurt meI don't know whatI don't know whoMy Romeo?Maybe..I just read my Romeo's blogI don't know what to sayIt don't concern about meAnd i don't understand why should i be concern tooBecause it's from my Romeo?MaybeBut one thing to youI really do love you RomeoAccept me or notIt's to youJust rememberNo matter where you are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106293461365532236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106293461365532236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106293461365532236' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106259317301744993</id><published>2003-09-03T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T05:46:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart is going wild againI felt like crying againI don't know whyWhy is my heart always going so wild and start thinking of thingsAnd feeling sour..I don't know what is bothering meWhat? Who?Is it my Romeo?Is it my *hem*Or is it..I don't know..What's really deep inside my heart?*Pain*Everytime when i see my Romeo..I don't have that really deep feeling anymoreI can get rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106259317301744993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106259317301744993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106259317301744993' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106242832387410463</id><published>2003-09-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:58:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdDiCtEd by Simple Plan I heard you're doing ok But I want you to know I'm a dick I'm addicted to you I can't pretend I don't care When you don't think about me Do you think I deserve this I tried to make you happy But you left anyway Chorus*~ I'm trying to forget that I'm addicted to you But I want it And I need it I'm addicted to you Now it's over Can't forget what you said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106242832387410463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106242832387410463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106242832387410463' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106215845826506081</id><published>2003-08-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T05:00:58.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's wrong with my life?I shouldn't had went backI shouldn't had see himWhy..why..why..You are the first person that i wish to see when i reached schoolYou are the first person that i looked out forYou are the first person i wish so much to talk toYou are the first person in my mind when i'm leavingYou are the first person that i wish to meetYou are the only person in my mind the whole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106215845826506081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106215845826506081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106215845826506081' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106206132046286524</id><published>2003-08-28T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T02:02:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Broken*Down]Why..Why to force meI've already tried so hard to control myselfBut every single words from you were forcing my tears out..I've told myselfNot to cry..not to cryBecause i can't cryBut..still..you forced my tears out..Is this what you were trying to force out from me?Now..i can tell youI can collapse right in front of youAnd i can just stop studying..And show you what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106206132046286524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106206132046286524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106206132046286524' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106198279040576197</id><published>2003-08-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T04:13:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I looked like a walking zombie..Don't i?I cried very easily..I got mood swing very easily..Everything's coming up my life..Screwing up my whole sec 2 life..How cruelI walked aboutEverytimeHoping to see your appearance in front of meBut everytime just seem to be a wasted tripHaven't there times where you realise my existance in your life?Walking zombie..I'm just a walking zombie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106198279040576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106198279040576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106198279040576197' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106189197767991920</id><published>2003-08-26T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T02:59:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyway..Is my blog very screwed up?Because i saw my own blog in XP computerVery screwed okay?Maybe i should try and do better template next time..I'm such a failure!!=|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106189197767991920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106189197767991920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106189197767991920' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106189184707168680</id><published>2003-08-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T02:57:27.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Today::.I think Chia is having PMS..Early in the morning scolding people already..Opps..Really..Then got mass run..Then i found out..It had been a long time since i had ran..Haha..Then got scienceAs usual..Was abit slacky..Then got Chinese..On the way backMet Lim..Hahaha..Then was don't doing whatever crap things..Hrmps..Saw Chia..Ran down to classHahaha...Chia was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106189184707168680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106189184707168680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106189184707168680' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106165716216861729</id><published>2003-08-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T09:46:02.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Harry Potter::.Hey!I finished Harry Potter's 1st book!!!Yeah!!So happy..So proud of myself alsoI finished 1st book within 2 days...2nd book within 3 days..Hahaha~~~So pro huh? hahaAlright..I know other people can do better than me..But for me..A total hate reading person..It's really rare alright?Hahaha..But it's Harry Potter..That's why huh?Hahaha..I'm going to the 3rd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106165716216861729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106165716216861729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106165716216861729' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106155943311511189</id><published>2003-08-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T06:37:13.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are times when i really miss you alotEverything swam into my headYes, i do love you..I don't know how much more i can lastBut seeing you ignoring me every dayIt hurts me so muchHow many times when i walked pass youI've wish that you could to acknowlegde meJust a simple "hi" or "hello"Or just call me..But never onceYou had done thatWalking pass you thousands and millions times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106155943311511189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106155943311511189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106155943311511189' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106147251873525647</id><published>2003-08-21T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T06:28:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking of you, where ever you areWe pray for our sorrows to end,And hope that our hearts will blend,I will step forward to realize this wishAnd who knowsStarting a new journey may not be so hard,Maybe it's already begunThere are so many worldsBut they share the same sky --One sky, one destiny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106147251873525647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106147251873525647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106147251873525647' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106146890333491361</id><published>2003-08-21T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T05:28:23.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so proud of myself..I've finished my Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets withing 2/3 days....[so pro right? haha]Soooooooooooooooooooooo nice!!Hahaha..I'm going to read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone..I know very funny..Finish second book the read first book..Hahaha..No larh..The fact is that..Chuling said she didn't have her first book 'cause she lent it to her cousin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106146890333491361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106146890333491361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146890333491361' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106145694564684937</id><published>2003-08-21T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T02:09:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So happy no mass run todayIt was raining..No..it didn't rainIt looked like it's going to rain..So they didn't have mass run for us..Hahaha..Just as i hope alright?Because my ankle and knee are very pain'Cause of yesterday selection..Ran too muchBut still didn't get inWhatever..Used to it already..This is the third time i'm going through selection..Oh well..I'm not good enough..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106145694564684937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106145694564684937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106145694564684937' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106130016886914591</id><published>2003-08-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T06:36:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Common test finally over!!!!!How many days of tortureI'm finally free from it!!Lalala~Sometimes i thinkWhy do i always trying to torture myself with things that will definitely hurt me..Maybe i should really just stop all contacts with you..Even reading what you wrote..Please someone kindly stop me from reading blog this person write..I know..No one else can do thatExcept for myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106130016886914591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106130016886914591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106130016886914591' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106121583475154743</id><published>2003-08-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T05:51:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Cuts::.They appeared againRight on the surface on my arm21 + 21 linesJust 21 + 21 red loving linesBut it felt like nothingNothingJust red loving linesPressureStressFrom everythingWater had rolled downRolled down to my cheeksEvery single on contains so much hurtsSo much stressSo much painSo much pressureCrying didn't do anything muchCuttings did betterMore and more will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106121583475154743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106121583475154743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106121583475154743' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106113460744097696</id><published>2003-08-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T08:36:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Glad::.So glad that i'm able to get through..Alright..Friendships are really something which are really mircaleIf you know that you never belong to friendship you suppose toThen don't try to keep it..Just let it go..Or at leastNever try to get close to this kind of friendshipBecause till the endYou are the one getting hurtAnd no one elseSo what for?Just avoid friendships that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106113460744097696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106113460744097696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106113460744097696' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106108396335463268</id><published>2003-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:32:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Why::.We used to be closeReally close..But i don't understand what happened after school re-openedThings got real bad when problems came by one by oneWas reading your blogWhen tears were filling my eyesDo you know how much it really hurts when you lost someone that you really treasure?Someone that you can talk toSomeone that who can accompany you?*Tears dropped*It hurts me just as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106108396335463268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106108396335463268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106108396335463268' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106086519456005962</id><published>2003-08-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T06:05:43.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Tears*almost*drop::.During music lessonRequested Sem to play Canon in D..Nice nice..=PpLove Sem..haha~Then requested another song..I almost cried hearing that song..Tears were already filling my eyes..But i just didn't allow it to drop..That song reminded me of alot of memories..I love that song..But..whenever i heard it..My heart just ache..And start to cry..I requested people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106086519456005962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106086519456005962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106086519456005962' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106078203701868585</id><published>2003-08-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T06:45:24.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Today::.Early in the morning..Was rushing through my homeworkHahahaOh well..Then Maths lessonSo funI totally love Lim..Haha..Oh well..I shouldn't say much..=PpThen got ChineseChia made us learnt this and thatBrain going to burst soonThen she sent me out of class'Cause i never paste my note bookLala~Then saw Chan outsideShe totally so sucky okay?People already outside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106078203701868585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106078203701868585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106078203701868585' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106069096575375900</id><published>2003-08-12T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T05:22:45.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Heart-aching::.I really love youLove you so muchBut my heart is really achingI hate when you are so close to other peopleBut not to meI hate when everyone get to know youBecause i only want you to belong to meImpossibleReally impossibleEveryday i've been watching youWatching you ignoring meWatching you talking to my friendsDo you know how much it hurts*Cry*Your friend had told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106069096575375900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106069096575375900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106069096575375900' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106060317778603093</id><published>2003-08-11T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T05:09:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Leave*me*ALONE::.Please guysPlease just leave me aloneNow i got my own group of friendsFriends that who can really understand meAnd never will them try to betray me..Alright?Can't you guys just understand?I hate people who do things behind my back..And if you have once did that..Never expect me to trust you againNever expect me to acknowlegde you againI'm cruel and unfair you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106060317778603093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106060317778603093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106060317778603093' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106047633920086650</id><published>2003-08-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T17:46:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Lala::.Sometime life is really toughI always wish to give it up..I actually wanted it..But during that timeI found people who concernI found people who told me everything about lifeBut now..I think i'm losing themMaybe i'm..Maybe i'm not..They are really busy with their own things around..Times i just wish that one of them can just put down her things and talk to me..But alright</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106047633920086650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106047633920086650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106047633920086650' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106035608203948070</id><published>2003-08-08T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:21:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Wonder::.SometimesI always wonderWhy do people know how to treasure each other only when you know you are losing them?Before you know that you are losing themYou took them for grantedNever treat everything they do as somethingYou want every single one to follow youWanting everyone to give up something just because of youYou are too pampered dear..That's NO way that i'll give way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106035608203948070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106035608203948070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106035608203948070' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106008483298082577</id><published>2003-08-05T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T05:00:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Screwed::.I seriously don't know what happened to my lifeEvery single thing got so screwed up alright?Starting of the school only i cried already..Very very stressed upScience test just now..Screwed up..Cry and cry and cry..I don't know..My life just suck up..Then chinese got punish by Chia..I got 3 Demerit Points by Chia today..Chia gave 78 Demerit Points in one shot..One shot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106008483298082577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106008483298082577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106008483298082577' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-106000402361255338</id><published>2003-08-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T06:33:43.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Stress::.Broke downMy mind just went crazyI'm really stressed upHow bad is my life now?Am i at my lowest?Everything seem not to get in the right way..My studies..My sports..Just every single thing in my life..Getting wrong way..How much i wish now there's someone by my side..Holding me tight in her/his arm..Telling me everything is alright with him/her aroundAnd could lend me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106000402361255338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/106000402361255338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106000402361255338' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105991789192856248</id><published>2003-08-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T06:38:11.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are ice. You have a cold exterior but a warmheart. What element is your soul? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991789192856248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991789192856248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105991789192856248' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105991737573277421</id><published>2003-08-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T06:29:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... apathy.You don't really show any emotion.  You can beconsidered cruel and cold, but you just don'treally care about anything.  This is just theway you are... you're quite a challenge to getclose to, and others may perceive you asboring. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991737573277421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991737573277421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105991737573277421' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105991221049602144</id><published>2003-08-03T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T05:03:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Wrong::.I'm deeply wrongI finally found outSomeone could control my lifeOther than myselfSomeone is there controlling my lifeThis time is not whether i allow or notThis person just control my lifeOh wellBut this time you have made me real heartlessNowWho cares whether you give a bloody fuck about meBecause now it's my turn to tell youI no more give a bloody fuck about youHow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991221049602144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105991221049602144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105991221049602144' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105983937198336489</id><published>2003-08-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T09:59:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Cry::.Is it a crime to love y*o*u?People sounded like it isI just love y*o*uWhy can't people just leave me aloneAnd allow me to continue to love y*o*uPeople had said alot about y*o*uHow y*o*u don't give a fuck about itHow y*o*u don't treat me existBut i just love y*o*uI won't allow people to control meI will control myselfNo one understand my heartOther than myselfNo one ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105983937198336489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105983937198336489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105983937198336489' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105972989130737198</id><published>2003-08-01T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T02:24:51.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Gosh::.Well..Why is my whole body injuried?AiyoyoLet's seeMy back..My ankle..My knee..Hey! tell me..still got where i haven't injure myself?HahOh well..Time for me to go see doctor..Right!Thank you lots XinyunThank for the knee guardHah..It somehow helps..Yeah!But knee still hurts..Okay okay..Still want to thank you once moreYou are so nice=PpToday english remedial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105972989130737198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105972989130737198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105972989130737198' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105963229345935588</id><published>2003-07-30T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T23:18:13.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::STOP::.Stop everything you are trying to doBecause you are hurting meStop everything you wanted to doBecause you are hurting meJust stop doing things that concern meBecause you are hurting mePleaseStop getting into my life..Because i no more need youGet out of my life nowOr you'll suffer more than what i had suffered----------------------------------------------------------I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105963229345935588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105963229345935588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105963229345935588' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105940808358871500</id><published>2003-07-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T09:01:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Hurt::.No one understandNo one doesBecause they are not meAnd they don't willing to understandHurting me thorough outIt really hurtsI feel left outWhen i with you nowI really feel left outWell..I never belong to your worldSo let's stick to itI shouldn't enter your worldBecause i never suit to in thereWe are totally in a different worldPartically differentYou are you..and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105940808358871500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105940808358871500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105940808358871500' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105937432079142122</id><published>2003-07-27T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:44:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Disappointed::.SometimesHoping for too much isn't a good thingThinking of too much isn't a good thing eitherBecause when things don't turn out what you expectIt hurts you deepJust like falling down from a HIGH placeIt really hurtsAfter waiting for a so long momentAfter having feelings of nervousness and anxiousnessWhen things just don't turn out what you expectYour whole world will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105937432079142122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105937432079142122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105937432079142122' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105929224286964890</id><published>2003-07-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T02:25:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Pain::.Some pains really hurtSometimes you might think they don'tBut they areBut seriouslyThese kind of pains you really couldn't bear itThey made you collapseThey made you fallAnd the worst isThey don't healThey just stay thereAnd stay there foreverThey just don't healOuch...My back hurts againBoth left and rightThis time is really terribleTomorrow or the day later is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105929224286964890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105929224286964890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105929224286964890' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105921488510570983</id><published>2003-07-26T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T03:21:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Dead::.Terrible week i haveTotally totallyYou knowSometime i just hate myself livingHate myself still living in this worldBecause i sufferI non-stop sufferingokayEveryone just loves hurting meI just can't believeHow badly my friends can hurt me compare to how much she used to hurt meAt leastShe still bothers about meNot my friends[Oh, then should i still call them friends..No,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105921488510570983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105921488510570983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105921488510570983' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105880186535759352</id><published>2003-07-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T08:37:45.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Break[Down]::.Almost break downAlmostJust a little bit moreYou can see me faintingCollapsing down in front of everyone'Cause i can't take it anymoreI read everyone's blogBlog that left notes and made me cryBlogs that really hurt meBlogs that my "dears" wroteAll made me feel so tiredWhy is life this wayPeople hurting one anotherWe are all humans aren't we?Why are we hurting each</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105880186535759352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105880186535759352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105880186535759352' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105845636493712570</id><published>2003-07-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T08:39:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::GoodBye::.It hurtsIt really does hurtI never expect to get hurt so badlyBut ohI need to face it anywayI almost broke down todayI got hurt again and againMy heart was broken again and againMy bodyScars everywhereBut people just hurt me again and againMy body really can't take it anymorePlease don't get any closer to meAny touch hurtsBecause the whole of me is injuriedVery badly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105845636493712570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105845636493712570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105845636493712570' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105834287944087087</id><published>2003-07-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T01:07:59.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Why::.Why to left me aloneWhy to do such cruel things to meYou peopleJust left me alone thereTold me to go aloneOhWhat friendsDo you people understandI waited for so longSo longJust for you guys to come downBut what had you guys doneYou asked me to come downAnd what time you actually reached there?Oh wellYou think it's fun doing thisI rushed downJust thinking that i might be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105834287944087087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105834287944087087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105834287944087087' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105799261765762689</id><published>2003-07-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T23:52:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::[Forgive]Her::.She's being left aloneIn a dark placeReally darkThe way in front is endlessShe called for helpShe shouted for helpNo one yet to come over and helpEveryone turned awayEveryone brushed her offDay by dayThe strength inside her disppearedThe strength which hold her up till nowShe already lost the will of survivingIn this worldShe found no more reason to stay onBut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105799261765762689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105799261765762689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105799261765762689' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105784229381789516</id><published>2003-07-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T06:04:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Alone::.AloneAll by myselfMy heart felt so lonelyEveryone ignoredEveryone left meI no more know what i'm looking forward to everydayIs there a true friend with meIs there anyone that would bothers about meI need strength to carry on lifeI need strength to hang onBut i don't have anyAllow me to collapseI no more want to face this worldI no more want to be aliveBecause every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105784229381789516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105784229381789516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105784229381789516' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105775222581570379</id><published>2003-07-09T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T05:45:50.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Heart-ache*Tired::.Go on and onLiving in a world of nothingEvery single day of tearsEvery single day of disappointmentI like youYesI like youOn and onEarth turns round and roundEvery single day of tearsEvery single day of hurtsI miss youYesI do miss youLosing will of the worldLosing will of youTiredI'm really tiredBecause i like youI do like youBecause i miss youI do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105775222581570379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105775222581570379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105775222581570379' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105764055814250686</id><published>2003-07-07T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:02:38.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Yesterday::.Woke up so earlyJust to go cherlynn's houseOh wellWoke up around 6 plus..Online for..Ermz...about 1hr??MaybeThen went cherlynn's houseEat chocolateThen went and meet gabrielle for lunchWent pizza-hutSo expensive okay the food?10 bucks for 1 mealOh my goshI'm totally broke nowHahahaThen eat until so full alsoOh yarhWyman popped in all of a sudden beside me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105764055814250686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105764055814250686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105764055814250686' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105741576428129774</id><published>2003-07-05T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T02:00:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Tired::.I'm really tiredEmotionallyPhysicallyMentallyNo one seem to understand meNo oneI felt really tired deep insideBut i can't showBecause everyone elses were so happyI pretendedI actedI hopped aroundI jumped aroundI smiledI laughedWhen i actually don't feel that wayI made myself to forgetBy making myself really tiredBut everytime when i jumpedDeep inside my heartI'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105741576428129774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105741576428129774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105741576428129774' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105741086107428757</id><published>2003-07-05T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T06:14:21.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Today::.Didn't go for churchWas tiredSlept all the wayOh!I got my guestbook!HahahaMust go tag tag!Ha..Today totally doing nothingSo boringWas waiting for message aroundBut..-Disappointed-Sometime i wonder why[He] somehow doesn't reply my SMSReally sad sometimeI got really disappointed every morningBecause i don't see [his] replyOh..What can i doEverything is up to God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105741086107428757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105741086107428757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105741086107428757' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105738807868389432</id><published>2003-07-04T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T23:54:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Smile::.Yesterday youth dayWent school with home clothingsThen had literature..english..maths..Suppose to have telematchBut because it rainedThen we had science insteadThen got concert..My gosh..All sec 1s..=|Have been waiting for the senior performanceBut..-Disapointed-Then went cherlynn's houseAte chocolate again-Giggle-Watch abit showThen went showerMet gabrielle and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105738807868389432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105738807868389432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105738807868389432' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105713241389412793</id><published>2003-07-02T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T00:53:33.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Without your love::.I was so lonely until I met you babeYou were the reason and I wanted you to stayNow it seems so long and you're back againYou were my first love you'll always be the oneYou light my darkness andYou're brighter than the sunI'm alive when you're in my world babyI'd love to promise you my heart I never want to be apartWithout your love  without your loveMy lonely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105713241389412793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105713241389412793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105713241389412793' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105706128316193299</id><published>2003-07-01T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T05:29:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"44 + 6 scars on my handIt appeared on the 27th of june44 + 6 cutsThe most cuts that i've ever done to myselfBut i can sayIt doesn't hurt at allBecause hurts in my heart are far too much compared to my handBut that was on the 27th"[Thoughts on the 27th of june]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706128316193299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706128316193299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105706128316193299' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105706096648912471</id><published>2003-07-01T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T05:02:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Smile::.We met againThank God for todayMy prayer came trueI'm really happyThank GodI really like youReally like youHow are things going to develop?I'm waiting*God, thank You for today. I'm really happy. Everything that had happened, is thank to You. Lord, thank for being there whenever i need You. I really feel better. Thank You for giving me all these. Amen.*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706096648912471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706096648912471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105706096648912471' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105706068590932215</id><published>2003-07-01T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T04:58:05.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Smile::. .::Happy::.Today's school was quite okayCause it felt very shortAs only 3 subjects todayOh well!Then wanqi, cherlynn and me went townMet wyman-smile-Then went movie togetherWatched bruce almightySo funny okay?[I got the power..]HahahahaThen went breeksSo wyman needed to take his pay[Oh, or is it?]Well whateverThen he treated us drinksAnd i already said"i don't want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706068590932215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105706068590932215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105706068590932215' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105697947677567538</id><published>2003-06-30T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T06:25:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Miss*You*xiang ni xiang de xin hao tongni ming bai mani le jie mawo hao xi huan nizhen de hao xi huan nidan que xi huan de hao xin kubu zhi dao ni xin li zen yang xiangbu zhi dao xian zai ying gai zen yang zuowo zi neng dengye bu zi dao zai deng sen mojiu si zai dengxin zheng de hao tong hao tonghao tong hao tong...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105697947677567538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105697947677567538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105697947677567538' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105696267354226007</id><published>2003-06-30T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T02:01:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ÈËµÄÒ»Éú»áÓöÉÏµÄËÄ¸öÈË        ÈËÉú¾ÍÊÇÎªÁËÕÒÑ°°®µÄ¹ý³Ì£¬Ã¿¸öÈËµÄÈËÉú¶¼ÒªÕÒµ½ËÄ¸öÈË¡£µÚÒ»¸öÊÇ×Ô¼º,µÚ¶þ¸öÊÇÄã×î°®µÄÈË£¬µÚÈý¸öÊÇ×î°®ÄãµÄÈË£¬µÚËÄ¸öÊÇ¹²¶ÈÒ»ÉúµÄÈË.           Ê×ÏÈ»áÓöµ½Äã×î°®µÄÈË£¬È»ááÌå»áµ½°®µÄ¸Ð¾õ£»ÒòÎªÁË½â±»°®µÄ¸Ð¾õ£¬ËùÒÔ²ÅÄÜ·¢ÏÖ×î°®ÄãµÄÈË£»µ±Äã¾­Àú¹ý°®ÈËÓë±»°®£¬Ñ§»áÁË°®£¬²Å»áÖªµÀÊ²Ã´ÊÇÄãÐèÒªµÄ£¬Ò²²Å»áÕÒµ½×îÊÊºÏÄã£¬ÄÜ¹»Ïà´¦Ò»±²×ÓµÄÈË¡£µ«ºÜ±¯°§µÄ£¬ÔÚÏÖÊµÉú»îÖÐ£¬ÕâÈý¸</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105696267354226007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105696267354226007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105696267354226007' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105696230023581108</id><published>2003-06-30T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T01:38:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE starts with a SMILE , grows with a KISS , and ends with a TEAR .....DON'T cry over anyone who won't cry over you.Good FRIENDS are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.You can only go as far as you push.ACTIONS speak louder than words.The HARDEST thing to do is watch the one you love,  love somebody else.DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105696230023581108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105696230023581108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105696230023581108' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105688835516037317</id><published>2003-06-29T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T05:05:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss [you]When will we meet again?Probably neverTime fades everything?MaybeBut i wishedTime will never fade this*Miss you**Miss you*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105688835516037317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105688835516037317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-ended.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105688835516037317' title=''/><author><name>Jing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2TzLJ17aC8/SkZau1byNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f_eKNqW8LSc/S220/n626934917_2000465_1838.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066709.post-105688773212828365</id><published>2003-06-29T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T05:02:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.::Smile::.YesterdayWas senior teams matchesWellZhaoyong's group lost 3 matches [I think so]The other group lost 2 and drew 1But well done!At least you guys wonHahahaOh wellThen we cheered like crazy peopleFor SK and PLHahahaNow then i understandSK is very close with PLOh oh ohYarh!I "liked" this guy in PLAdmired actuallyCuteEspecially his eyesBut who can be cuter the [him]?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5066709/posts/default/105688773212828365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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