<?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-37803195</id><updated>2011-12-06T21:55:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2406758003708091959</id><published>2009-05-25T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:09:10.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG, today I went to visit the dentist. Feeling happy and nervous. Happy because finally can take out le and nervous because I scare of the pain. Right now I can smile with my mouth wide open. Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2406758003708091959?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2406758003708091959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2406758003708091959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2406758003708091959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2406758003708091959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-today-i-went-to-visit-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3859010629282682710</id><published>2009-05-22T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:13:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz it is time to update my blog! Oh yeah, next Thursday is e-learning day, dun have to go to school, isn't that something good! But Friday is PTC, aiya I can predict what is cher going to say and what will be my parents reaction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today morning I overslept cause my mum forget to wake me up. Lucky got dad fetch me to sch, or else I will be late. Thanks dad! Today Mrs tan told us not to sad cause still gt 60% waiting for us. The way she talk was rather touching, my eyes produced lysosome (sp?), hahaz bio freak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3859010629282682710?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3859010629282682710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3859010629282682710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3859010629282682710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3859010629282682710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaz-it-is-time-to-update-my-blog-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8198175445216579233</id><published>2009-04-09T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:04:14.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I damn unlucky this week! Monday I ran too fast during netball training, thus can't stop in time, ended up banging into the wall and injured my hand. Due to too much of running, ended up got blister on my leg. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, during PE ran too fast, blister almost burst. After school got speech day rehearsal, Min hui and me bang into each other and the impact was so big that my mouth bleed and my blister burst! Wth, pain to the max. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday, play with green tea can, ended up cutting my own finger! Blood flow and flow and flow, hahaz can see red blood cell again! Sick sia me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kays, so far today I did not injured myself and for goodness sake, I hope I won't injured myself too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8198175445216579233?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8198175445216579233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8198175445216579233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8198175445216579233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8198175445216579233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-damn-unlucky-this-week-monday-i-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3876712786472118771</id><published>2009-03-20T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:38:13.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mouth hurt!!! By putting salt does it really help? 2 more days to go before school reopen, sad sad sad....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday I really had a lot of fun, yea! Thanks to Anthea, yong kin, wen kai, max guan, xiang yew, rong chang, wei ling and nageera(sp?). Thanks for the cake too! Hope there will be more outing in future, yea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3876712786472118771?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3876712786472118771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3876712786472118771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3876712786472118771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3876712786472118771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mouth-hurt-by-putting-salt-does-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8198268623987821871</id><published>2009-03-04T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:03:25.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah my birthday coming soon!!! Kays, today we had to attend a freaking talk. I was almost bored to death sia! I had been talking, laughing and playing at the back, hahaz! And the presenter standard line was "Can you guys at the back stop talking?" The answer is NO! Lols...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the talk, I went dinner with anthea and met wei xin and mei chin. When we were eating, we saw a girl who was damn fair, wow like ghost sia, hahaz! After that we went to the bus stop, have lots of fun and laughter when we were heading to the bus stop, hahaz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teachers will only know how to give TEST and HOMEWORK!!! DYA? EYA. HAhaz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8198268623987821871?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8198268623987821871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8198268623987821871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8198268623987821871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8198268623987821871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-my-birthday-coming-soon-kays-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4835580666062581084</id><published>2009-02-27T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:20:47.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz I can slack for netball training! I am in-charge to teach one of the junior, so yea, I can just sit down there to tell her whats wrong with her footwork, and help her to correct it. And maybe sometime need to demo for her to see and keep explaining. So ya la, must be rather patience with her. But at least she will listen to me and not like some others. Lols...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4835580666062581084?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4835580666062581084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4835580666062581084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4835580666062581084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4835580666062581084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaz-i-can-slack-for-netball-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7634495388959784759</id><published>2009-02-14T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:13:06.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday receive a lot of gifts from friends. Kays, I feel bad for not giving anything, hahaz kays maybe next year bah, I will prepare at least something for my friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday as usual went to see the junior match and it is my first being a time keeper, whoo rather blur, so need to ask help from people. For the last 10 secs, I need to go to the empire(sp?) there and count down at her ear. Wow she blow the whistle into my ear, damn loud sia, almost deaf!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7634495388959784759?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7634495388959784759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7634495388959784759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7634495388959784759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7634495388959784759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-receive-lot-of-gifts-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5079137012952215115</id><published>2009-02-08T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:11:33.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Friday my junior gt match again! Due to my teeth pain, I did not eat anything during recess cause the food were too hard for me to bite. After school need to rush to meet the junior cause they will be leaving school at 1.45pm and my lesson end at 1.30pm. No time for lunch again. When we reach the netball centre, the senior went to mac to have their lunch. For me, cause my teeth pain, I can't eat so I accompany them to do their warm up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supposing should be me telling them what to do, where goes wrong, but end up is they tell me what they want to do! I know the way coach teach ur maybe different from us, so kays, fine! I dun say much and just sit down there see what are they up to, but is really damn horrible, kays! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Defender, dun defence well! Shooter whole day hiding behind the defender and tell me that,this is what coach told you to do, but then how are you going to get the ball, through lob? Then if you want to get a lob, you keep standing at the base line and dun jump for the ball, how on earth are you going to get the ball! The person who throw a lob, throw so low that the defender can get that ball if is she jump! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dun know what can I say, tell them what is wrong, they dun listen, whole day show me black faces and keep laughing at their mistake and dun correct it! They dun listen to senior, they only listen to coach and sometime to crystal. Then what are senior for! kays, I am not referring to all, but some!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the junior match, we went back to sch to play monkey, hahaz it may sound childish, but we like to play! I went to fight the ball with anthea and she scratch my hand, whoo I saw a lot of red blood cell, hahaz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After PTC, my father fetch her home. Hahaz have a lot of fun saying left-left-right-right! Then we went to 201 to have dinner, and finally home sweet home! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5079137012952215115?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5079137012952215115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5079137012952215115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5079137012952215115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5079137012952215115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-friday-my-junior-gt-match-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1881476619072959844</id><published>2009-01-30T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:37:30.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is my first time going to the netball centre with such a relaxing mood cause today I will not be playing, but just supporting the junior, hahaz! Kays, even though they lost, but I know some of them had already did their best. I know how it feel when they lost the match cause I feel the same when I lost too! Sorry for losing my temper at ur today, I dun mean to give ur so pressure de, but some of ur really damn slack, ya I was once like this too that's why I use to get scolding from coach:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1881476619072959844?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1881476619072959844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1881476619072959844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1881476619072959844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1881476619072959844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-my-first-time-going-to-netball.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2392246861159428603</id><published>2009-01-25T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:25:32.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 more school to go! Although we had lost all the past 3 matches, but at least we gt improved! The first match was 4 - 47, second match was 9 - 40, third match was 12 - 27. The different is getting smaller. Just hope that the next match will be better! Dun expect to win but at least dun lose so badly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go netballer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2392246861159428603?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2392246861159428603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2392246861159428603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2392246861159428603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2392246861159428603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-more-school-to-go-although-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6624238150729029692</id><published>2009-01-18T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:04:04.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;East zone is here again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be missing a lot lesson due to match! Esp, bio! Omg, I hope that I will not be lost after I come back from the match. 5 more schools to go. The previous match with East spring, we lost damn badly, 47 - 4! Our standard had dropped a lot. We should not lose that badly, cause the school isn't that strong, compare to Dunman sec(sp?). Just hope that tmr match, we can win!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6624238150729029692?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6624238150729029692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6624238150729029692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6624238150729029692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6624238150729029692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2009/01/east-zone-is-here-again-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1834995879899837863</id><published>2008-12-29T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:13:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Si xian!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1834995879899837863?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1834995879899837863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1834995879899837863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1834995879899837863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1834995879899837863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-si-xian.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8269173197296442198</id><published>2008-12-28T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:27:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is xiao mei's birthday, hahaz 3 hour and 39 min more to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next Saturday we will be having match again. I don't how many sch are we going to play against with but I heard teacher said that one of the sch that we are going to play with is very good. I wonder how are we going to win sia, hahaz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;During holiday, I usually sleep at 1 plus near 2, then wake up at 10 plus near 11. I scared later sch reopen cannot wake up on time, then late for sch. My sister and second brother dun need to go to sch yet, but my sister need to go to work. My eldest brother too. He going back to his secondary sch to teach. 4 years had past, I wonder if my brother go back to his sch will his teacher recognise him, hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8269173197296442198?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8269173197296442198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8269173197296442198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8269173197296442198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8269173197296442198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-is-xiao-meis-birthday-hahaz-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6084623074270859588</id><published>2008-12-24T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:11:54.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool...I love this song, hahaz! About 1 week more, all of us need to go to school. I think that there might be some changes in the school bell, cause today I heard a new bell tune, that is also my pri sch recess ball tune, hahaz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6084623074270859588?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6084623074270859588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6084623074270859588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6084623074270859588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6084623074270859588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6812319553042952398</id><published>2008-12-17T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:51:27.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother won a third prize, congrats! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday morning, I went down to play basketball alone. Hahaz, I ba zhan the whole basketball court, cause there isn't anyone else. After playing for a while, 2 auntie came in with 2 dogs. They asked me if I am afraid of dogs anot. My answer is of course not! Hahaz, I love dogs! The 2 dogs keep running around the whole court, so whenever I bounce or throw, I must look out for the dogs, if not later hit them, they chase after me then I sure die. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, one of  the dogs ran toward my basketball and look at me, when I was about to pick it up, it bark. I was shocked. Then I heard one of the auntie said, "that isn't your ball, polly." Hahaz, then it ran away and continue to chase another dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoo, heng sia, I tot it going to bite me, but luckily not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6812319553042952398?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6812319553042952398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6812319553042952398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6812319553042952398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6812319553042952398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-brother-won-third-prize-congrats.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1542658234145500937</id><published>2008-12-10T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:43:51.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Sze hui!!! 2 more days to Duncan's birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My buddy email me say that she will be coming to Singapore to perform. Dun know what are they going to perform and where are they going to perform. I wonder are they coming to our school. If yes then good la, but if no then sad la. Hahaz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tmr will be my kor guzheng final competition. Last Sunday was the first round of competition. Out of 9 people, only 3 got into the final. My kor is the only guy who got in. One of them played very well, although, I not very good in guzheng, but I at least can hear who is good, who is bad. Kor good luck! My sis tmr no free, so I have take over her place to help my kor to setup the guzheng. Feeling rather nervous, cause I scared later never put properly, the guzheng will shake, then hai dao kor. But hope not... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder tmr how am I suppose to get into the car when there is 2 guzheng in the car and plus my dad, my mum, 2 kor and me! Maybe  I have to take a train down bah... Whoever is free tmr can come and support my bro at Esplanade recital studio, hahaz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1542658234145500937?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1542658234145500937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1542658234145500937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1542658234145500937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1542658234145500937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sze-hui-2-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3418323046911837476</id><published>2008-12-03T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:09:54.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! I broke my record! I did not sleep for 24 hours! Wow damn difficult to tahan sia and I almost fell asleep 3 times. The chalet that I went yesterday is damn cool man and it is much more bigger than downtown east chalet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a total, I had watched about 4 movie. Wow, my ass can rot sia, hahaz. As usual, go BBQ did not eat much, 1 satay (sp?). In the end we went to order Mc. At 4 am, we went night walk then we went to playground to play and it is in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 9 plus, is time to go home. When the train reach Enous (sp?), I need to go down of the train, but there is this *** woman tried to force her way in and I tried to force my way out! Wah piang I almost being chop into 2 pieces if the door really close!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3418323046911837476?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3418323046911837476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3418323046911837476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3418323046911837476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3418323046911837476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-broke-my-record-i-did-not-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4391033453099390883</id><published>2008-11-30T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:08:49.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, hahaz I recently don't blog that often liao, cause no time. Sian, half of the holiday had gone and I did nothing much, ops...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4391033453099390883?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4391033453099390883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4391033453099390883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4391033453099390883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4391033453099390883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-hahaz-i-recently-dont-blog-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6905749364217593377</id><published>2008-11-22T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:50:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am back in Singapore for almost a week. A lot things had change in my house, I have a feeling that the house I am staying right now isn't the house which I had stayed for 4 years. A lot of things had changed after I came back from Kunming, Not only the things in my house, but some other things too... Kays nvm, I shall talk about my trip now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the first day when we arrived at the airport, we were welcome by anning middle school' teachers ans they gave each of us a rose. I felt very hot when I step out of the airport. I was thinking that is the teacher lying to us, cause they keep saying that Kunming very cold, but I felt very hot. But it prove me wrong when I reached West hill. I was freezing clod when I got down the bus. Is like free aircon la. After we tour around the west hill, we went back to Kunming to have our dinner and finally we went back to the hotel. The dinner was ok to me, but not rather use to it and the traffic there was damn horrible. The driver kept horning and like to give sudden brake, I feel like vomiting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the second day, we went to anning middle school. When I got down from the bus, I saw smoke coming out from the teacher s mouth,. At first I thought they were smoking. but later I found out that when I talk, there were also smoke coming out from my mouth, whoo that cool and everyone starting playing. There school were really huge and nice. How I hope I can be in that school. We had our lunch in their school library. For the first few days, I do not feel like eating and I am not hungry even though I did not eat much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the third day, we also went to their school. We had basketball match with them and ya we lost. But it was very fun. After that we went to the hot spring spa. I did not went in, cause I dun feel like going in. There were  a lot of naked girls in the toilet, so disgusting sia. Most of them when to enjoy the spa while some of us when to a tea shop to enjoy the scenery and the tea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the the forth day and the fifth day, we went to places like villages, tea company, bookshop, shilin and Juixiang. I love the tea company the most and i dun like Juixiang the most. Overall I had enjoy myself there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the sixth day, we went to people house. I went to wang dan's house. It is not very big but it is very nice. After we reached her house, we sat there and watch tv and ate some fruits. Then her father brought us to a park to walk. After that, we went to their house. First we went fishing, then we had our lunch, follow by plucking carrot. We spent most of our time there. At around 4, her father, brought us to a fast food restaurant to eat and then we headed back to anning middle school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the seventh day, we went to their school to learn some dances and do some other activity. Is rather boring. The farewell thingy  start at 4 plus and end at 5 plus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the last day, we went to a milk factory called xue lan and then we went to the bird and flower market. There got sell flowers and many other things, but there isn't bird, hahaz. After that we went for lunch and then we went to the airport. And finally home sweet home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoo... wad a long story. Hahaz boring right after reading everything... Kays gtg bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6905749364217593377?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6905749364217593377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6905749364217593377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6905749364217593377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6905749364217593377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-back-in-singapore-for-almost-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7652412452161134317</id><published>2008-10-31T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:12:17.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 more days of training to go... Wow I am so tired and my muscle are aching. I have not come to the end of my horrible life. Today I still need to help to clean the guzheng, cause my brother need to take it to competition or exams, I not sure. He so busy that he did even have time to clean, so I help him clean lor, be a good sister mah, hahaz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 more day I am going to Kunming le, I dun think there is anything I can buy there and I dun intend to bring any money, cause since the food teacher will be in charge and we dun need to pay a single cent and the things they sell there can be found in Singapore and it sell much more expensive than Singapore, so no point buying, waste money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7652412452161134317?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7652412452161134317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7652412452161134317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7652412452161134317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7652412452161134317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-more-days-of-training-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4689510174552622564</id><published>2008-10-28T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:04:28.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yippee, I am going to Kunming in 2 more weeks. I am going to die liao, damn tired sia. After netball training, I still need to come home and pack my brother's room, which is full of rubbish and things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heng tmr training in the afternoon, dun need to come home and pack, can escape! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today see Anthea vomit, I also almost vomit too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4689510174552622564?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4689510174552622564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4689510174552622564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4689510174552622564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4689510174552622564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/yipee-i-am-going-to-kunming-in-2-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4265268708154162616</id><published>2008-10-23T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:04:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today last day of school le, sad... ... Here are some messages which I would like to tell some of ur. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First and foremost of course is to my 7 sisters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously speaking, I already use to it that ur call me "da jie". I am really happy to be ur da jie and have ur to be my mei mei, but next year I can't often hear ur call me "da jie" le, cause we might be in the different class. I will sure miss ur de.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mardiah, 二妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, among all the sister I felt the most sorry toward you. Thanks for being my friend and sister. I won't forget all the happy, sad and angry times that we had together. When I am sad, you are always there to cheer me up. When I am happy, you are always the to share the joy with me. When I am angry, you are there for me to scold you and to vent my anger on you. Thanks Mardiah, thanks a lot. I am sorry, I dun mean to keep making fun of you and scold you but despite of these you will still forgive me after a while and continue be my friend. Mardiah don't forget our last date at Mc and I hope to have more. If next year we go to different class, I hope we still can keep in touch. Ya, dun have to worry cause we are still in the same CCA. Take care, er mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mei Chin, 三妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and mardiah are always my "chu qi tong". I am sorry san mei, next year I will have no more "chu qi tong". But if you unlucky and go in the same class with me, good luck then, cause you can continue to be my "chu qi tong" for 2 more years. I will never forget the times when we fight till injured ans quarrel till the face full of saliva. I will sure miss you like siao, cause maybe next year there will be no one fighting with me and to quarrel with me... .... Take care, san mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To wei xin, 四妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year you gave me lots of stress leh. I felt damn tired, you know? But is also something good, cause I think you were not there to compete with me, I would not have work so hard. Thanks wei xin, thanks for all the joy and laughter you brought to me. With you, I could hardly be emo. Next year if we can go into 304, let compete again. Kays? Take care, si mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Heidi, 五妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when we all were sec 1, you wrote a letter to me to tell me that you are a joker in class. You are a real joker man! When I am sad, you are always there to 开导 me and cheer me up. After talking to you, I felt much better and less worried. Heidi, thanks a lot. I will still continue to keep the letter and whenever I am sad, I will take that letter out to read. Take care, wu mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Vernesa, 六妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun forget me this "da jie". Kays? Thanks for the letter that you gave me today. I am really touched by it. Next year must study hard kays? Cannot slack anymore cause Sec 3 is also a important year, so wish you all the best and wish you and Zheng Hao will be long lasting. When you are feeling sad, must tell me, dun keep it all to yourselves, kays? Take care, liu mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Sze Hui, 七妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still can spent 8 days with you at Kunming. Must enjoy yourselves kays? Let spent our last 8 days in 2008 happily. Times really files sia, so fast 2 year had past and I will never forget you. Wish you and Jun hao will be long lasting. Take care, qi mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Si Xian, 小妹:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the youngest among us and in the class too. I am really sorry for that thing and I hope you to forgive. You seem to half forgive me le, cause at least you will reply me when I talk to you. But I felt a bit guai guai de, hehe dun know how to say. I kept asking which class will you be going but you never answer me. So... hope that you can go to the class that you want to, good luck! Take care, xiao mei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow by... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the rest of 208:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am really happy to be in 208 and I am proud to say that I am from 208. 208 rawks!!! Take care everyone and pls remember me and of course I will never forget ur! See ur on 7 Nov! Goodbye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4265268708154162616?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4265268708154162616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4265268708154162616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4265268708154162616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4265268708154162616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-last-day-of-school-le-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5880311191389510619</id><published>2008-10-22T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:37:54.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad said he will be buying 2 double deckle(sp?) bed. In another word, I can sleep with my brother and sister and not my parents. Isn't that something good? But my grandma isn't that happy, I think is because of my uncle incident. I understand and we can't blame her for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I am scared of my hamsters. The last time after I touched my hamster, my whole hand was full of red rash which made me worried like siao. So I have not touch the hamsters for 1 week plus. Sorry hamsters, never play with your.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day of school and I hope that... ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5880311191389510619?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5880311191389510619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5880311191389510619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5880311191389510619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5880311191389510619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dad-said-he-will-be-buying-2-double.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1900434002710169242</id><published>2008-10-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:39:49.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiao mei, I know this thing had bother for about 3 weeks. Dun sad, cheer up. The matter wad, you are always our xiao mei. I have been seeking you to forgive me since last week, but I know this type of thing can't be force and I really hope you can forgive before the last day of sch. If you ask us do we still care for you and do we treat you as a friend. The answer is yes. If we don't, we won't have want to maintain this friendship. Dun say that you sux, cause you are not one of them. Xiao mei cheer up!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1900434002710169242?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1900434002710169242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1900434002710169242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1900434002710169242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1900434002710169242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/xiao-mei-i-know-this-thing-had-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8241626371990673178</id><published>2008-10-18T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:27:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 years of friendship is it really that weak? We know each other since we are sec1 and I can never forget all the happy times that we spent together. We use to laugh, joke, talk and fool around. Will that happen again? I really cherish our friendship and I dun want to out an end to it. I dun want to communicate with you only through sms but rather you talk to me, or maybe you dun even want to communicate with me? I dun know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to see your quarrel and I hope your can be friends and sisters forever and the problem to be solve. I care for you and I like to hang out with you, but I talk to you, you ignore me. I know that in the past is my fault because I never talk to you and hang out with you. Now I know that I am in the wrong and I want to do something to maintain our friendship, but you dun give me the chance. I apologized to you but you did not accept and just reply me a “I dun know”. It really feels hurt and sad. Is like a knife stabbing deep in my heart. What you mean by I dun know? I stone when I see the msg and I dun know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to apologize to you face to face. This time round I squat on the floor and talk to you. Do you know that my leg hurt? And you kept turning your head to the left then to the right then to the left again. Do you know it hurt when I keep doing the action; stand and squat? It is so painful that I feel like crying. How you expect me to say sorry when you are not even looking at me. You said something to me that really hurt. I never say I dun want to accompany you, but do you give me that chance? I dun know what to say, my leg hurt but my heart felt more hurt. Do you know? You say I care more for Wei xin than you. Then who care for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t expect me to talk to you and ignore Wei xin right? You know how it feel when you are been ignore, I also know how it feel. You dun like it, Wei xin too. Both of you are my friends, my sisters. I want to treat both of you’re the same, but it is hard to cope. The rest can be friend with both of your, but why can’t I. I dun know and I dun care anymore. I gave up. Maybe Heidi is right, you need some time bahs. Friends forever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8241626371990673178?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8241626371990673178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8241626371990673178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8241626371990673178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8241626371990673178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-years-of-friendship-is-it-really-that_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8868442658005631919</id><published>2008-09-09T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:31:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My blog is going to be 2 years old, but now I am posting my 70th post. Hahaz, For 2 years, I only blog for 70 days out of 730 days. Not even 10% of it, sometimes, I will wonder what's the point of me having a blog, hahaz. Maybe for this whole month and next month I will not be posting so often, maybe once a week or once every 2 weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today during English lesson, we had public speaking. I damn scared teacher call me cause I never bring my paper and I not sure if the version I memorise is correct a not. Wow I am quite lucky, cause teacher never call me. But serious speaking, the later she call, the more nervous you will be. Those who were being called today, now can go relax, but for some of us, still had to prepare for tmr speech, sian. But I rather nervous than go up there and forget everything and then blah through the whole speech. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After English lesson, is science lesson. Today during science period, the class was very silent, cause today the topic is talk about sex. Whoo, this is the favourite topic for most of the boy, hahaz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teacher told us to watch a video on abortion, titled the silent scream. After watching, I think is ok, not the bad, but is damn cruel and painful. I think is a very good video, esp for those people who want to go for an abortion. Maybe after watching, they will change their mind. In the video, the man said that a doctor who help 10 00 people to abort the baby, after watching the process of abortion, he quit the job, cause he think is too cruel and he was touch by the video. If I am not should be like this, but I think the doctor is rather funny, cause he only realise that abortion is cruel after helping 10 000 people to abort the baby? Dun you think so? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kays maybe you won't know what I am talking about, so why not just go watch the video? Btw do you why it is called as silent scream, it is because, at part 3, if I am not wrong, the doctor said that, the baby in the womb, open its mouth wide, cause it is screaming in pain, but no sound, so it is called as the silent scream. Watch part 2 and 3, cause part 2 teach you how to abort and part 3 show you how is it aborted. The rest a bit sian. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silentscream.org/video1.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.silentscream.org/video1.htm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you want to watch the whole video go this web. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjNo_0cW-ek"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjNo_0cW-ek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not interested, pls leave a tag and then close the window, hahaz. Goodbye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8868442658005631919?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8868442658005631919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8868442658005631919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8868442658005631919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8868442658005631919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-blog-is-going-to-be-2-years-old-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1058152659400973663</id><published>2008-09-02T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:46:54.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Sunday, I woke up due to a smell. I ask my mum wad smell is that, she told me that people zai shao jin zhi. So I went back to sleep. Abt an hour later, I woke up again cause the smell was too strong. My brother told me that grandma never off the fire and she went out and the bowl of bee hoon became chao da. Oh my mama, the whole house was so smokey and no one bother to wake up to check what had happen, expect my brother. Lucky he off the fire in time, or else not only the bee hoon became chao da, my family and I will also become chao da.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1058152659400973663?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1058152659400973663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1058152659400973663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1058152659400973663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1058152659400973663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-sunday-i-woke-up-due-to-smell.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4878560091705824850</id><published>2008-08-31T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:36:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz just now when I am using the com, I heard a sound which came out from the hamster cage. I went to take a look and I saw one of the hamster "si jaio chao tian" damn funny. I went to take a photo of and show it to my brother. Just a short post cause I gtg and sleep liao, good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4878560091705824850?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4878560091705824850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4878560091705824850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4878560091705824850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4878560091705824850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaz-hust-now-when-i-am-using-com-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8177389902316534587</id><published>2008-08-29T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:18:17.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is teacher day celebration. First we had Thai boxing, then performance and lastly we stay in class with our form teacher to take photo and report book. I did not go back to my primary to visit my teacher, cause very far and I scared like last year, go too late then the school close. So I went straight home and slack for a while then here I am! I will be posting about the past few days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, August 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr Yeong was so mad with our class that he asked ask to finished paper 1 and 2 and hand in tomorrow, but in the end, he did not do so, heng heng. I wanted to cry again, due to result, but Guowang kept asking me question and made me dun have mood to cry liao, but rather emo. But I am ok after netball training. Coach damn bad sia, my leg pain she still torture me. Nvm 2 hour only, not as bad as 3 hour, hahaz. After training, Mardiah and I went to do Dnt and we met Meichin inside. After doing, all of us help to clean up the Dnt workshop, though not we mess up de. After that we went to eat dinner and went home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday, August 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I fell down on my way to school. I walked very fast, cause I scared I missed my bus then ended up I fell down. I get up and walked slowly to the bus - stop, the bus - stop was too crowded that I dun have place to sit to clean my wound. So I hope that my bus is a double deck bus so that I have a place to clean my wound, but it turned out to be a single deck bus, sian some more still gt a lot of people, but I manage to find a empty seat to sit down. So I bear the pain until I reach school. This few days, I have been sleeping on the bus, but today, I did not sleep cause my leg pain until I cannot sleep. When I reach school, I immediately clean my wound, ouch pain. During art lesson, mdm tay asked xiao pang to help me to clean my wound. He press on my wound so hard until I shouted and I went to pushed his head away, hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, August 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school, we went to Hougang sec to have a friendly match with them. As usual, we lost. We played 3 quarter. Fist quarter, I had already used up all my energy to defence. And the score was 4 - 2. We lost by 2 point. Then second quarter, I have no more energy to defence, then the score was 10 - 4. We lost by 6 point. I get scolding from coach for not defencing well. I was angry, so since I slack during the second quarter, my energy had came back. I manage to intercept quite my ball. But though I did my part, we still lost. The final score was 17 - 6.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, August 25, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, our form teacher let us check our result for this term. I felt sad and lost when I saw my result. Then when I am thinking of something, miss Ayesha called me to answer a question. I was shocked and blur, cause I dun know she called me and I never do the question. I dun have the mood to think of it. Then I just anyhow say a answer out and manage to get it right. I want to cry but dun want to cry in front of the whole class cause later whole class look at me, very ps, so I hold my tear till her lesson over. After she left the class, my tear starting flowing, non-stop. The image of my result kept appearing in my mind. After a while, I finally manage to stop crying. Then Weixin came to ask me if I still want the project. I get angry when I saw the project, cause the sci teacher said she want to keep, but she left in the class and our form teacher ask us to take back. So I told her to cut into pieces and throw it away. After saying that, Mardiah, Si Xian and Heidi destroy that piece of project right in front of me. Then my tear start flowing again. That is my hard work and money. I spent 3 days to rush out that piece of project then this is how they treat it. I know I told your to cut into pieces and throw it away, but I never ask your to do it in front of me, sad leh, to see my hard work being destroy. Kays, then Wei xin and Si xian cheer me up, thanks a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8177389902316534587?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8177389902316534587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8177389902316534587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8177389902316534587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8177389902316534587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-teacher-day-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-406954964803171363</id><published>2008-08-24T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:43:29.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiao pang the hero. You rocks man! If you wasn't in the pool maybe Mei chin is no longer in this world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz let talk about ytd class party. In the first place, I dun really feel like going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First is because ytd is my mum birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second is because I gt tuition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third, alot people never go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth, need to pay $5. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifth, feeling trouble and dun really have the mood to play. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kays nvm, I decided to go is because class party wad, if dun go, next year no more chance liao. So might as well go happy happy, throw all my trouble behind my head and think of them after the party end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First I went to sch to meet up with Mardiah, Mei Chin, Wei Xin, Si Xian and Wesley. Then we took bus 19 to go to Chun Yin house and we meet up with Chun yin, Roy Heidi and Zheng Hao (not sure if I gt miss out anyone) Then we went to the pool side and play. After that more and more people came. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then when all had arrived, we started the BBQ in the rain. Some BBQ the food, some take the umbrella, some look after the food and some get the food ready to BBQ. We are so united as a class, hahaz. After that Wei xin, Si Xian and me were freezing cold, due to the rain. So we decided to go to the shop and buy cup noodle to warm ourselves down. I think we damn lame sia, paid $5 and go there just to eat cup noodle and some more is we paid by ourselves. I want refund! I want my money back! My $5! Hahaz, jk la. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After eating, we went into the pool to play water polo. When we are having fun, there is this auntie, dun know come from where, came to scold us, cause we wear our clothes and went down to the pool, she say we are dirting the pool. So we have no choice but to get up. We went to change and then we went home. My pant was wet like hell sia, cause I bring clothe to change but did not bring pant to change, so ya la, clothe dry, pant wet. Hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-406954964803171363?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/406954964803171363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=406954964803171363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/406954964803171363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/406954964803171363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/xiao-pang-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8646163151312861138</id><published>2008-08-21T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:17:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaz&lt;/span&gt; Mr foo today show us a video again, as usual I will link it, quite boring at first, cause I dun understand what it talking and there are no subtitle. At the part when the bomb was drop, then it became gross and disgusting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lDFLLKSkUg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lDFLLKSkUg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8646163151312861138?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8646163151312861138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8646163151312861138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8646163151312861138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8646163151312861138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaz-mr-foo-today-show-us-video-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-83818084286543959</id><published>2008-08-20T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:02:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O... feeling rather worried, scared and sad. Dun know how to explain to your my feeling and I dun think your will understand. Kays nvm, forget it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left a hope, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I hope I can cope, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls pls, let me cope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun talk about sad thing liao, cause people always say dun worry be happy! You might see my mood change easily. Is because when I did not think about it I am ok, but when I think about it I will be emo. So... ya la... gtg bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-83818084286543959?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/83818084286543959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=83818084286543959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/83818084286543959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/83818084286543959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8076957506644740708</id><published>2008-08-18T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:28:16.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz 85 more days to go, I am still counting down! Not much thing to say about today, so just let your watch a video which Mr foo today show us in class. Sit back and "enjoy". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7tcl8_goQE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7tcl8_goQE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8076957506644740708?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8076957506644740708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8076957506644740708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8076957506644740708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time we spend each day in front of mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ans when w strive to meet our wants,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we know ourselves that we are the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethings, only we understand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whereas in other situations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people around us inform us of our good attributes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we are capable of doing much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know you have done a great job, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;admit it to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before waiting for others to tell you that you have .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only then will you know how much satisfaction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and peace of mind you will have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for being self - responsible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8290366991865450825?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8290366991865450825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8290366991865450825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8290366991865450825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8290366991865450825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-know-ourselves-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2838950607058091935</id><published>2008-08-14T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:52:27.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balance Your Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine life as a game in which &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are juggling some 5 balls in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You name them as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work, family, health, friends and spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you are keeping all of these in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you drop it, it will bounce back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the other 4 balls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;family, health, friends and spirit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are made of glass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you drop one of these,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will be irrevocably scuffed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of damaged or even shattered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the will never be the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a video that mr foo show us during today lesson. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He never show the whole video, so I came home and watched by myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhebpnpBFg8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhebpnpBFg8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2838950607058091935?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2838950607058091935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2838950607058091935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2838950607058091935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2838950607058091935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/balance-your-life-imagine-life-as-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-9012089680755394758</id><published>2008-08-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:44:43.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this story familiar? Maybe not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there are some changes, but this passage was somehow like that comprehension test.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-9012089680755394758?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/9012089680755394758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=9012089680755394758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9012089680755394758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9012089680755394758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-men-both-seriously-ill-occupied.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-894511840406081648</id><published>2008-08-10T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:37:49.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Only as high as I reach can I grow,&lt;br /&gt;Only as far as I seek can I go,&lt;br /&gt;Only as deep as I look can I see,&lt;br /&gt;Only as much as I dream can I be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choice and wrong turns are made,&lt;br /&gt;as the day goes and the sun fades.&lt;br /&gt;People are loved and hearts are broken,&lt;br /&gt;as the days goes and words are spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and frown are shown on faces,&lt;br /&gt;as the day does and children play in the open spaces.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and sadness are felt by all,&lt;br /&gt;as the day goes and night falls.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joys and tears of pain are shed,&lt;br /&gt;as the day goes and all are in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little rain drops, why do you fall?&lt;br /&gt;You cannot join any rainfall&lt;br /&gt;These rain drops fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;My little rain drops, you fall from my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need a season&lt;br /&gt;You seek is a reason&lt;br /&gt;Those rain drops follow lightning and thunder&lt;br /&gt;My little rain drops, you follow my sorrow or gender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need storage&lt;br /&gt;You are never in shortage&lt;br /&gt;God is beckoned to drain you from my eye&lt;br /&gt;My little rain drops, even you in signal panic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-894511840406081648?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/894511840406081648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=894511840406081648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/894511840406081648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/894511840406081648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-as-high-as-i-reach-can-i-grow-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6884316483908993842</id><published>2008-08-09T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:25:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kays I want to be happy, not sad or angry, but this time round is someone who made me damn angry and I cannot do anything to him! Just now when I am chatting with my friend online, my grandfather walked out from the kitchen, dun know wad did he tripped on, but never fall down,  just spilled(sp) his cup of hot tea on me, hamster, floor, chair and cupboard. OMG, that pain man. Ouch I screamed, hot hot! I quickly went to the toilet and run my back with cold water. My whole back is red, lucky the skin never peel out . I went to applied cream on my back, cooling cooling de. Kays maybe that really chilled me down, not that angry liao. Intended to shout at him, but after all he is my grandfather, I cannot be rude to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I went down to see if the floor is clean. You know wad, I found out that the hamster cage, the chair, the cupboard and the floor have tea, not Chinese tea, is those kind of tea which contain sugar. Ha made the mess, I still have to clear for him, then he down there watching tv, drinking his tea, eating his cake, enjoying himself. Wth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6884316483908993842?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6884316483908993842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6884316483908993842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6884316483908993842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6884316483908993842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/kays-i-want-to-be-happy-not-sad-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-528892810871619457</id><published>2008-08-08T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:47:55.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My buddy will be leaving Singapore on Sunday. But today will be my last day with her, not really last day la, cause I think I might meet her went I go their sch. She gave me a monkey soft toy and I gave her two key chain, which represent Singapore. We talked for a while then VP ask us to make a circle, hold hands and sing songs. On my right is my buddy and on my left is a funny fat guy, hahaz. Have quite much fun when singing, after that we go and eat. P and VP eat first, then teachers eat second, an ning student eat third, finally is our turn. Mai, Sze hui and I were damn hungry. I took quite much food to eat, in the end, the people at the have no rice to eat. Pai seh arh. After eating, our P and their P exchange token, then we give a small gift to every student and teachers. After every end, we sang our final song called 'peng you' I almost cried, but I manage to hold my tear. After singing, we went to take photo then sent we them off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-528892810871619457?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/528892810871619457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=528892810871619457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/528892810871619457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/528892810871619457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-buddy-will-be-leaving-singapore-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2538714190224330418</id><published>2008-08-07T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:48:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kays there is a bad new, a good new for netballer only. Er... say good new first la. The good new is today no training! Then bad new is, coach is injured. Hahaz I am happy that today no training, but sad and worried that coach is injured. I today really dun feel like going to training, cause of some reason, intended to lie to coach to say that maybe leg pain or something else, but I dun have la, I so guai, won't lie de, hahaz my sentence is English cum Chinese de, can undrstand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr my buddy will be leaving liao. Dun know if she will be my buddy when I go Kunming. Hope so, cause I know her and she know. If give me another buddy then I will have to ask all my question all over again, hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often we wish for another chance&lt;br /&gt;To make a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to blot our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And change failure into winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dose not take a special time&lt;br /&gt;To make a brand new start,&lt;br /&gt;It only takes the deep desire&lt;br /&gt;To try with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live little better,&lt;br /&gt;To always be forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;To add a little sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;In a world for which we’re living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up in despair&lt;br /&gt;Nor think you are through,&lt;br /&gt;For there’s always a tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A chance to start anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2538714190224330418?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2538714190224330418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2538714190224330418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2538714190224330418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2538714190224330418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/kays-there-is-bad-new-good-new-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3710059794867100276</id><published>2008-08-06T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:39:18.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I missed the whole 3 period of DnT lesson and about two period of English lesson. We when to ask Mr Wong if can postpone the test date, cause we are not able to go for the test. He said ok, so today he just teach the whole class drawing. I dun know what is it about, I dun know what to do, only can sit down there and wait for mei chin to complete her drawing then lend me copy. Whoever done liao can lend it to me? During English lesson, Darren toh and Khairul fight, hahaz I missed the show, jk la, I not that bad, not a kind of person who like to see people fight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today right after recess, My buddy and I cooked roti jala (sp). I was damn blur, cause I never cooked before,  I dun know wad to do. I  should be helping my buddy, ended up she was clearer than me, instead of me helping her, ended up she is the one who help me. The first one we do a bit chao da, then after that the rest was quite nice. I admit that she is a good cook, hahaz. The teacher still praise her. When we were cooking, we talk about how many sibling we have?Who we stay with? Like or dun like to eat wad? Study wad subject? Normally eat wad? Who cook for her? And all those crap la. Mostly is I asked, she reply, she seldom asked back, so can say that I know her more well then she know me. Hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a update of her:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She dun have sibling. She stay with her father and mother. Her mother came with her, because her mother is the school English teacher, her father at home, dun know doing wad. She eat spicy but not too spicy, She eat lemon with honey. She dun like "瓜类". She study English, Chinese, different kinds of science, like bio, phy, chem. Then the other subject I not sure liao, cause she talk half way, the food almost choa da. Then after that, I never ask her again. She normally eat bread or noddle in the morning. Rice in the afternoon and night. Is like wad we eat la. Her mother cooked for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After we cooked, the An ning student do eat, then we evss student help to wash the things. After that we went to eat, but I never eat, cause I not hungry. Then after they eat, the went for their lunch. Siao right eat and eat, hahaz. Then we help to pack up. There were this three boys, insist on helping us to clear up, ended up, we down there fighting over the dust bin. The teacher saw and she laugh, hahaha. Ok they win, I let him clear. Kays, I gtg liao, byes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3710059794867100276?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3710059794867100276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3710059794867100276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3710059794867100276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3710059794867100276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-missed-whole-3-period-of-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4376565262102046289</id><published>2008-08-05T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:33:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, the students and teachers from An ning middle school came to our school. The students are as young as 14 year old and as old as 20 year old. Some quite tall, some quite short and some are as tall as me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a brief description of my buddy: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her name is Yang Rui Qi, she is 17 year old, shorter than me, but smarter than me. She know how to speak English and Chinese, but I prefer to speak Chinese to her, cause I can hear clearer. But her English not bad la, I still can understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the difference between us and them:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our 1 period is 30 min, while their 1 period is 40 min. We only have a 30 min break, while they have 10 min break after every period. Our sch have many CCA, while their sch do not have that much CCA, cause they spent most of their time studying. We dun see snow here, but they see snow in their own country. Our lowest temperature is 25 degree Clausius, while their country lowest temperature can be as low as below o degree Clausius. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, at 10.30 a.m, we went to the SAC to meet our buddy. I worried that my buddy will turn out to be a boy, but lucky, is a girl. She is quite friendly, but I dun seem to be that friendly, cause I very seldom talk to her. I shy wad! But I gt talk to her la, or else, I won't get all the info at the top. When I saw her, I shake hand with her and say hello. Then we introduce ourselves to each other. After introducing, we played some ice breaker games. A total of 5 games. I dun like the 3rd nd 4th games, cause is hot and tiring. I like the 5th games, it is the captain ball, we teach them how to play and we had some fun there. The other group went to throw the ball onto the tree, they took our ball to hit the their ball down, but ended up, both balls stuck there, hahaz. After the games, we went for lunch. We take our food after they take their food. Then they sit on the chair and eat, we sit on the floor to eat, hahaz unfair sia, but who ask them to be the guest, must let them. After lunch, we exchange e-mail and took some photo, then we went off for out last archery lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Si Xian:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the previous post is hurting to you. I dun mean it,  just because that time my mood not good and blog is so called a dairy wad, I am just writing my feeling out. I know it hurt, I am sorry. Those I type is only "气话 ", dun take it to heart. The matter wad I do, wad I say, I will still treat you as my friend, my sister, my xiao mei. Forgive me kays? Once again, I am sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4376565262102046289?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4376565262102046289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4376565262102046289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4376565262102046289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4376565262102046289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-students-and-teachers-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1940304234734779262</id><published>2008-08-03T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:24:34.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today got a lot things to do. Need to wash the hamster cages and bathe the hamsters. Need to wash my shoes and the fans. Need to do the sci project for the An ning student. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah lao I really hate this sci project sia. It really making me damn mad. Because of that si xian dun talk to me, I say sorry to her through her blog, but she reply other people tag, never reply mine. But seriously speaking, I dun really feel like saying sorry to her, is also not my fault wad, she want then she dun say, she think I can read her mind meh, I not that pro la. If she really want it so badly, I give her la, I then dun want to present, need to do so many things and do all this thing take so much of my time and make me so mad and angry and my head had grow more white hairs. I chose to say sorry to her is because I treat her as my friends, my sister. I dun want to have cold war with her, I dun want because of this and quarrel with her, not worth it. But wad can I do, say sorry, she dun "lin qin", then you want me to beg her and say sorry is it. I also not sure weather is she angry with me because of this la. But after reading her blog I think is because of this. Now I met some difficulty with the sci project, ask for help, who will be there to help me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1940304234734779262?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1940304234734779262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1940304234734779262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1940304234734779262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1940304234734779262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-got-lot-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3466031353584652242</id><published>2008-08-02T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:45:19.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just create a photo bucket go and see, you might need to download something, I am sorry for the inconvenient.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3466031353584652242?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3466031353584652242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3466031353584652242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3466031353584652242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3466031353584652242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-create-photo-bucket-go-and-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5645210887468990640</id><published>2008-08-01T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:55:01.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, today first period is math lesson, damn unlucky. Yesterday, Mr yeong said this to the whole class: "Even my Jess only get 20 marks."  Wow wad he mean "only", sound scary. Today I get the answer. I did not get the highest, the highest is wei xin, she gt 23 marks, omg my feeling is like neddle poking into my heart. Kays, I dun know how to describe it, just feel like crying. I tried to hold my tears, until his lesson end cause I dun want him to see me cried, but I did not manage to do so and I think he saw me cried. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;During recess, wei xin cried, because a lot of people blame her, blame her to get the highest then make me sad. Then she said that she dun even dare to look at me. But seriously speaking, I did not blame her, blame her for wad sia, also not her wrong, she damn innconect de leh, get the highest stil kana get blame. I cried is because I am sad, cause I know I can do better than that, just careless. Who can I blame, I only can blame myself for not reading the question well and not putting in enough effort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5645210887468990640?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5645210887468990640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5645210887468990640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5645210887468990640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5645210887468990640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-today-first-period-is-math-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7381334826476519682</id><published>2008-07-31T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:47:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Tuesday my mood is horrible, terrible, vegetable. Not only Tuesday that I am not in the good mood, is like every day, dun know why, I get angry so easily this few days. Lets talk about Tuesday. Many thing cause me to be bad mood. Let me list out one by one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st, math test a bit difficulty, some not sure how to do. Mood a bit being affected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd, the English teacher punish us to stand for almost one period, my leg damn pain sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd, the sci project got some problem, the rod cannot move smoothly and I cannot solve the problem, despite the fact that I had tried many ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th, Sci teacher scold me in front of the whole class, due to me using a cloth to wipe dry the beaker. How I know sia, you also never mention before cannot use cloth to wipe dry the beaker wad. Can't you just say, must scold meh. Then Min Hui still laugh at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th, I dun have some of the worksheet that I suppose to have, I need to re-do many of the things, esp the graph, omg gt about 10 to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th, cannot finish the things that I plan do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7th, during netball training, coach scold us and torture us. She want us keep jumping and jumping. Everything we do also need to jump.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th, I ask the junior to keep the key, they tell me they dun know where to put. I say I show them, they say they gtg, I think they fake fake one lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th, I fell down, Min Hui, Crystal and Felicia laugh at me. Only Mardiah did not laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th, they still say that I got boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th, Min hui still say that she not in the wrong, I quarrel with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12th, at night my leg pain until I cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this this thing really made my mood damn bad. Horrible, terrible, vegetable. I cried on my way home. Dun know why, just cannot control my tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7381334826476519682?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7381334826476519682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7381334826476519682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7381334826476519682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7381334826476519682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-tuesday-my-mood-is-horrible-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6182612103072859251</id><published>2008-07-26T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:36:37.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow damn tired sia. Today morning went to Wei Xin's house to do sci project, afternoon go to tuition, night help to wash hamster cage. Wow wad a buzy day. That time I said that mama hamster give birth the second time, then dun know got how many hamster, nowis confirm, there are 4 hamster. So now my house have 10 hamsters, 5 giving away, dun know giving to who, but 1 my mother giving to her friend, 1 my bro giving to his friend, then the other 3 I not sure, hahaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaz another friendship msg:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm down and sad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're always there Hoping for the best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I want and need Love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope or comfort You help me find it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're heart is pure sweet, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not sour or bitter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And forever and longer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will help you with whatever you're so kind, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and caring thoughtful, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice, and loving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without you I'd be lost, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I would definitely Die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6182612103072859251?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6182612103072859251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6182612103072859251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6182612103072859251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6182612103072859251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-damn-tired-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6108981550394482448</id><published>2008-07-23T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:32:17.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When times get tough and you feel down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good friends are hard to come by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But down worry when i see you frown I'll be right by your side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be a boy that breaks your heart I promise, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain will fade away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't you worry I will do my part. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be there for you every day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But perhaps its your parents that made you cry .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are the ones who have you upset. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't mean too make you have tears in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on that i am sure to bet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some times you just feel down and out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just need a friend to on whom you can rely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry we can talk about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatevers on your mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me even if it's late. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or if I'm studying for a test. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I am on a date. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help I will do my best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because your my friend you can rely on me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get you through those bad times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as i can have the same guarantee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you will be there for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6108981550394482448?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6108981550394482448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6108981550394482448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6108981550394482448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6108981550394482448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-times-get-tough-and-you-feel-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7670582539353179259</id><published>2008-07-22T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:08:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a short update about hamsters. Today I saw a baby hamster walked out of so called their nest, hahaz glad to see it, at least I know it is alive. Kays here come to the end of hamsters, short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone have sent me a website, I went to see and found it quite meaningful. I like this 3 sentenes the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never explain yourselves to anyone, because the person who like doesn't need it and the  person dislike you won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Time is like river, you cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again, so enjoy every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't make promise when you are in joy, don't reply when you are sad and take decision when you are angry, so think twice act wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also said that:&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who is always there.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who will always care.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who lends you a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who listens to you.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who's like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who helps you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who is there to comfort when your boyfriend dumps you.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is there and doesn't care if you shed a tear at something small.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who loves you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who treats you just like family.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who might think about risking their life to save yours.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who is there to give you hugs and tell you it's alright when  something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;A Best friend is all of the above and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;A friend will never forget you even after you are gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7670582539353179259?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7670582539353179259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7670582539353179259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7670582539353179259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7670582539353179259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-short-update-about-hamsters.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5794339738542183910</id><published>2008-07-20T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:37:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz the previous I said that I have lesser and lesser space to walked due to the pots on the floor. Then few days ago, I went to buy cage for my hamsters. I bring one cage to sch as I  am giving one hamster to Yiqin. Then after netball training, I went to the pet shop to buy two more cage and two packet of bathing sand, cause 1 packet cost $3.50, 2 packets cost $6.00. Then you know wad, I have diffculty brining all the things home, havey like siao. Lucky I met my friend, but the most, she can only help me to take until my house there the bus stop, but thanks alot, without ur help, I dun noe how am I going to bring all the things home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I have 4 cages. 1 big, 3 small. The small one I brought it different colour. 1 purplr, 1 blue and the pink is anthea give me one. The blue I put Ah gong inside, The purple one, I put Ah ma inside, the pink one suppose to put ma ma inside but, she just give birth, so she need to stay in the big cage, cause I cannot touch her baby. Then now I put pa pa inside, later then I change and ma ma inside, pink wad, more suitable for girl, hahaz. I put the two baby at the top of the big cage. Hahaz, everyone have a place to stay, but my mother wallet have one big hole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5794339738542183910?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5794339738542183910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5794339738542183910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5794339738542183910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5794339738542183910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaz-previous-i-said-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2392241654131714317</id><published>2008-07-16T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:57:19.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My house quite big la but full of junks, not much space to walk around. Now my floor got more and more pots and I have lesser and lesser space to walk. Need to separate the hamster, one hamster in one pot, take up a lot of space. Tmr giving one of my hamster to Yiqin, hope he will look after it, I think he will and if he dun know anything can ask Anthea wad, she also gt hamster. Oh ya yesterday I told ur that hamster mama give birth again and if I not wrong, there are 3 hamster. not confirm yet, need to wait for them to come out then can confirm. If take it as 3, now my house gt ... ... 10 hamsters, wow! But after giving one to Yiqin, I left 9 hamsters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2392241654131714317?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2392241654131714317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2392241654131714317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2392241654131714317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2392241654131714317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-house-quite-big-la-but-full-of-junks.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6990265123447813636</id><published>2008-07-15T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:57:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few days ago I suspect that the mama hamster who just give birth to 3 hamster is pregnant again. But is impossible arh, I never put any male hamster with her, how did she get pregnant? Then you know what, today my grandmother told me that the hamster give birth again. What! Who is the father? Hamster papa or hamster ah gong or the baby that she had just give birth to or that time she never give birth finish, sound damn funny sia. I scare that the baby cannot survive, cause I scare that the other hamster would like last time go eat it, omg I cannot forget the image.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today Min hui and Natlie told me that they found a wallet on the locker and asked me to give it to the general office. I asked Mardiah to accompany me. Then so "lucky" sia, ms santha is inside, omg. Then she ask me to write my name on a piece of paper then mardiah go write my name and class then I go write her name, she go tell ms santha that is I found the wallet, not her. I wanted to said that is min hui and natile found de lor, but they ask me not to say is they found one. I never betray them, then I just walked out of the general office and I think that ms santha cancel Mardiah name, Sian. When I went out, I told min hui and natile, then they laugh and laugh and laugh. I get rather angry, but ok after a while. Then when I was about to go home, I heard someone called my name, turn around and see, omg is ms santha. Scare me sia. Then I ask her if she will say my name tmr, if I not wrong she say nope, hahaz. Finally I dun feel worry liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6990265123447813636?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6990265123447813636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6990265123447813636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6990265123447813636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6990265123447813636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-days-ago-i-suspect-that-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8470544144724788776</id><published>2008-07-12T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:51:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My house now gt 7 hamsters. 1 ah gong hamster, 1 ah ma hamster, 1 pa pa hamster, 1 ma ma hamster, 1 pa pa and ma ma's younger sibling hamster, which going to give to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yiqin&lt;/span&gt;, 1 normal baby hamster, which my brother going to give his friend and 1 only have 3 legs baby hamster. Now every half an hour, I will go check on my hamster, as I dun want the same incident to happen again ... sad ... So after give the 2 hamster away, my house will have 5 hamsters. Yesterday, I had a nightmare, a nightmare of hamster, so scary, I dun 1 to mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot forget the sight of the hamster eating the ... ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, so scary. Whenever I see my own blog skin, I will remember the incident, I dun one to change the blog skin because this blog skin so cute and it is also very time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8470544144724788776?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8470544144724788776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8470544144724788776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8470544144724788776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8470544144724788776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-house-now-gt-7-hamsters.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5756625151486823757</id><published>2008-07-11T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:29:14.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I have 3 new born baby hamsters, but today I left 2. The smallest baby hamster died, born on 26 June 2008, night, died on 11 July 2008, afternoon. If you are under 16 years old, dun continue to read, because some parts are very the disgusting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today when I was about to put some food for them, I saw one of the baby hamster eating something, red red one, I took a closer look, omg is a dead hamster, I drop the food on the floor and went to call my mother. She ask me to take out the dead hamster, I dun dare, so bloody, I scared. Then she ask me to call my bro, so I called, but no one answer, then I called my sis no one answer, msg them , no one reply. Wow, what should I do? I never tell my grandparents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I see, I never see clearly, then after an hour later, my sis called and ask me to throw away the dead hamster, I said the same thing to her. Then I go take a look, omg the heart was gone. Then 20 min later, my bro call, he ask me to take out the rest of the hamsters, then my mind think, why I never think of that earlier. Then he ask me to throw away everything and wash the cage. This time round I say ok, because just need to pour away, dun need to touch the hamster. But I still felt a bit scared. Then I go take a look at the dead hamster, it left only two legs, omg, I almost puke. The head, heart and two legs was gone and a lot of ants around it. I spent an hour to wash, clean and fix the cage and bathe the hamsters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5756625151486823757?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5756625151486823757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5756625151486823757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5756625151486823757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5756625151486823757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-i-have-3-new-born-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1662735186994494737</id><published>2008-07-10T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:33:37.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz now I think I can comfirm, there are 3 new baby hamsters. Out of the 3, 1 have only 3 legs, 1 very small and 1 no problem, very normal. Hahaz feel a bit tired, going to sleep liao. Hehe just want to keep ur update about my hamster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1662735186994494737?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1662735186994494737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1662735186994494737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1662735186994494737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1662735186994494737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaz-now-i-think-i-can-comfirm-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7094937479878858435</id><published>2008-07-09T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:27:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Natlie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaz&lt;/span&gt; did I spell your name wrongly? If yes, I am sorry, if no then good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Last week is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mardiah&lt;/span&gt; and Roy birthday,this week is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Natile&lt;/span&gt; birthday, next month is Nation Day and Min Hui birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, when I cut fruit, accidentally cut my hand, ouch pain pain. The blood cannot stop flowing, oh I am fainting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;. Now much better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;, not that pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This few days, a bit moody, cause of some reason which I... ... I am saying this is because, if I scold you or shout at you, I am sorry, dun blame me, can angry but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; not too long, I dun 1 to be alone and dun have friends beside me... ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the reason is: I am really confuse, should I stop, or shouldn't I stop. Because I scare it will get worse, but I am not sure, that why I think I shall stop. But if I stop will it get better or worse? If worse what should I do, start again? If I stop, confirm dad will scold, because I "半途而废" I know it is a waste of money, but... ... Dad want me to dun stop, mum no idea, sis think I should stop, never ask grandparents and brothers. Ask 3, only 2 answer, 1 yes, 1 no. What should I do? Stop? Dun stop? If stop I scare, because... ... If dun stop I scare, because... ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, because of this problem, my head grow more white hairs!!! Oh what should I do? Ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; also no use, I cannot tell your wad is the thing that I should stop or not stop, so... ... Now my feeling is like, want to jump down of the building and dun need to think of this problem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. This is my second time having this feeling, the first time is to chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Guzheng&lt;/span&gt; or CO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt;. 1 time already can want my life, now 1 more time. Wow, this really want my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7094937479878858435?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7094937479878858435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7094937479878858435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7094937479878858435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7094937479878858435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-natlie.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-9064974726493229103</id><published>2008-07-06T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:16:18.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is something wrong with this blog skin, dun know what happen, some parts go missing and I cannot solve the problem, maybe is time to change the skin again. Aiya... ... Sian... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-9064974726493229103?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/9064974726493229103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=9064974726493229103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9064974726493229103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9064974726493229103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-something-wrong-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7839860720466191106</id><published>2008-07-04T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:19:50.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is my sch games day. I participate in the inter class relay. I felt damn nervous and scare. Scare that run out of lane, scare fall down, scare drop the stick, scare loss then people will blame me scare... scare... Because is 8 x 100 relay, so is 2 round, I am running the second round so I stand at the side watch first, after yu teng ran, then I went in the track to get ready. My heart beat beating like siao, when I saw min hui running toward me, my heart beat beat faster, the nearer she come the faster my heart beat beat. Then when she reach me, she pass me the stick. When I get the stick I tell myself, "Run! Run! Must win! Dun fall! Dun drop the stick! Run! Overtake the rest!" In the end, I overtake one of them and get second, but dun know wad happen, till the end, my class get 5th, sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the games day over, I decided to go home as I am tired and not in the mood to go out with friends for lunch. We all waited outside for sze hui to change her clothes. She took damn long time to change, but I know I should not blame her because she need to change a lot of things, so need a long time to change. But the problem is, she like taking her own sweet time to walk out, stroll and stroll. Then come out still talk and talk. I ask them can go already, "can" someone reply, but no movement at all. I get damn angry and irritate, wait her for so long but... ... In the end, I walk away by myself, then Weixin and Sixian came to join me. No one else came as in walking slowly and never chase up with us. They still talk and laugh so loud behind, like nothing happen. Wow angry angry more angry. Then walk and walk, and realise the behind no more sound, turn back and look, no people liao, ANGRY till dun know wad to say, why angry, because they never say bye bye, maybe yes but I never heard. It may sound like I very the xiao qi but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7839860720466191106?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7839860720466191106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7839860720466191106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7839860720466191106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7839860720466191106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-my-sch-games-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1987160237278428318</id><published>2008-07-03T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:36:24.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz today sze hui brought the baby hamster to school. I missed her, she so cute, actually I dun want to give one lor, but I cannot afford to keep so many hamsters. Now I gt 1 ah gong hamster, 1 ah ma hamster, 1 papa hamster, 1 mama hamster and dun noe gt how many baby hamster. So... have to give lor... sad... sad... Ah ma hamster cannot find her baby. Oh ya ah ma hamster named Verise. My bro create de. One with sze hui, one with Daniel, hope both of them will take care the hamsters and I know they will, I trust them, dun disappoint me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1987160237278428318?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1987160237278428318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1987160237278428318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1987160237278428318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1987160237278428318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaz-today-sze-hui-brought-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6951200527428818321</id><published>2008-07-02T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:06:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Mardiah! Hahaz u know what I give Mardiah for her birthday present, I gave her 100 over sweets. U know why I give her so many sweets, I want her life to be sweet and not sour. But Mardiah, dun finish all by yourselves, later all your teeth drop, dun blame me, hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6951200527428818321?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6951200527428818321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6951200527428818321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6951200527428818321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6951200527428818321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mardiah-hahaz-u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3554424885203732219</id><published>2008-06-30T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:17:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just came back from a talk, a talk about my future. Hahaz maybe some people might think that this talk is just a waste of time, but for me, I think it is fun, interesting and quite meaningful. I seldom say that talk are fun nor interesting, so this shows that ... ....  After the talk I felt dam hungry, but dun have enough money for lunch. Actually have la, but want to save money to buy something. So I went home for lunch, can also count as dinner la, cause I am on diet, so try not to eat after 8, hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3554424885203732219?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3554424885203732219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3554424885203732219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3554424885203732219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3554424885203732219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-came-back-from-talk-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-9037804926254384782</id><published>2008-06-28T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:20:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell ur something. It is about my hamster. If you hate hamsters, then dun bother to contiune to read. The previous baby hamsters had just give birth. So now papa hamster become ah gong hamster, mama hamster become ah ma hamster, pervious hamster become papa and ma ma hamster. Hahaz it sound confussing. I also dun know now my house got how many hamsters!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-9037804926254384782?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/9037804926254384782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=9037804926254384782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9037804926254384782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/9037804926254384782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-tell-ur-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3993169638384455698</id><published>2008-06-26T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:42:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I dam angry with my Chinese teacher, Mrs seah. She dam the what la, never bring the things she ask us to bring must go buy. I yesterday only bring $2, 1 writing pad already cost $1.40, then still need to buy workbook and file, go where find money la. Dun need to eat is it? Although I got bring bread for breakfast but lunch how? You treat me har? Then yesterday she show us one video and inside there is this question: "&lt;/em&gt;你有没有想过要打老师&lt;em&gt;" My answer is YES and THE PERSON IS YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3993169638384455698?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3993169638384455698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3993169638384455698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3993169638384455698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3993169638384455698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-i-dam-angry-with-my-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6090037352145940254</id><published>2008-06-25T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:08:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday after training, I felt dam tired, because the past few days I did not have enough sleep. Then during training, someone still fool me, I dam angry because I am so tired she still make fun of me. What the hack! I went home and did not pack my bag,  just go to bathe and was about to sleep, then I just remember that I still gt a lot of homework to do. I get up and do my homework, do half way too tired, cannot stand and just went to sleep (haven't pack my bag). Today wake up late, dun have enough time to pack my bag, ended never bring a lot of things. Ai...ya...ya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6090037352145940254?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6090037352145940254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6090037352145940254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6090037352145940254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6090037352145940254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-after-training-i-felt-dam.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2610367201983493250</id><published>2008-06-23T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:42:22.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;          Today is the first day of sch for term three. I know that first day of sch, teacher will sure collect our report book, so I put it in my bag long ago. Today when I was about to hand it in, I found out that I did not let my father sign. Oh ya, then I remember that I did not even show it to him, opps. If today then give him sign, he will sure scold me and say why I never give him sign earlier. Last time, my brother last day of holiday then give him sign, he scold him like siao. Now already sch reopen, give him sign, sure die one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;          Today I also recieve my new timetable. And the first thing I say is Shit. Because my history teacher is Mr Foo. Last year, he thought our class once, and I cannot forget that how lan is it. Suck la, I dun even understand a single word as the words he use is totally different from other teacher and I seriously dun understand what is he teaching. Yeaterday, I pray that he dun us, but it dun seem to be useful. Now the only thing I can do is to hope that his lesson is not boring, dun give to much homework, test and stress and the most imporant thing is that I can understand what he is teaching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2610367201983493250?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2610367201983493250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2610367201983493250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2610367201983493250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2610367201983493250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-first-day-of-sch-for-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-201430512174165771</id><published>2008-06-22T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:19:18.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaz tmr sch reopen liao. Dam sian, need to wake up at 5.30AM, or else can wake up at 9.ooAM. Finally can see my friends, miss them alot, hahaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-201430512174165771?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/201430512174165771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=201430512174165771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/201430512174165771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/201430512174165771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaz-tmr-sch-reopen-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-503164903018797336</id><published>2008-06-20T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:47:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am now having a bad flu and soon going to have cough. Thanks to my grandfather and father, pass the virus to me. Now my whole house is full with virus and germs. Hahaz. Tonight i am going to watch movie, yipee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-503164903018797336?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/503164903018797336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=503164903018797336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/503164903018797336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/503164903018797336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-now-having-bad-flu-and-soon-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1682645363282346274</id><published>2008-06-10T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:46:21.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last sunday, I went to cut my hair. I always feel worried when I go cut my hair, as I know it will be very short. I know some people will laugh at me and I HATE IT. And I always want to say this to those people who laugh at me "My hair is short got what problem with you! Short hair got wrong arh! Ugly so what, is none of your business right! You think your hair very nice is it, Fat Hope! Get out of my sight, my way and my life! So dun laugh at my short hair, it will grow long one day, just wait and it won't last long as my mother dun care if my hair is long or short and she want me to cut hair during the school holiday."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1682645363282346274?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1682645363282346274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1682645363282346274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1682645363282346274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1682645363282346274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-sunday-i-went-to-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8031751312501638944</id><published>2008-06-05T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:57:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These few days i felt so bored, nothing to do. I went to Internet to search and i found this website, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://iqtest.dk/main.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://iqtest.dk/main.swf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; . You can go try it out and test your IQ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I went to SGH for a check-up for my teeth. Not much problem, but the doctor said that i might need another operation. I felt worried, as i dun know how much will it cost? And how painful will it be? I remember that the last time i had my operation, the doctor say is a small operation and is not going to be pain. And after the operation, i cannot even get down from bed for two to three days. How can he lied to me! It is also quite stupid of me to believe him la, how can operation be not pain. Hahaz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8031751312501638944?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8031751312501638944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8031751312501638944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8031751312501638944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8031751312501638944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-few-days-i-felt-so-bored-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6935482443413073460</id><published>2008-05-22T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:28:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow there is P.T.C. Feeling a little worried:) Few days ago, feeling a bit scared as i dun how my netball teacher is going to torture us. But today, i received a consent and know that there is only two days of training, 8 hours. yippee:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6935482443413073460?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6935482443413073460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6935482443413073460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6935482443413073460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6935482443413073460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrow-there-is-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1395524411745268191</id><published>2008-05-18T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:20:45.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holiday is coming soon. Should I be happy or sad? During the holiday, sure will have netball training. Last time when i know there is netball training, i will be very happy, but now when i know there is netball training, i will feel like dying. It is all because of the tough training which cause me to have muscle ache and headache!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1395524411745268191?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1395524411745268191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1395524411745268191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1395524411745268191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1395524411745268191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6838793236392866367</id><published>2008-05-11T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:40:18.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz exams over liao:) Ma ma hamster give birth to six baby hamsters, all so cute la. Out six, only one look like the father, the other five look like mother. But sad, my brother giving 4 to 5 of them to his friend:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6838793236392866367?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6838793236392866367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6838793236392866367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6838793236392866367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6838793236392866367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahaz-exams-over-liao-ma-ma-hamster.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8467561766537446485</id><published>2008-04-03T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:57:03.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song is nice, dun miss it, on ur speaker!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8467561766537446485?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8467561766537446485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8467561766537446485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8467561766537446485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8467561766537446485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-song-is-nice-dun-miss-it-on-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5330115647950178408</id><published>2008-03-15T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:37:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz holiday going to over and I had done nothing much. Tmr is my birthday, dun forget hor, or else I would be very sad. Hahaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5330115647950178408?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5330115647950178408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5330115647950178408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5330115647950178408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5330115647950178408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahaz-holiday-going-to-over-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8286759402728507481</id><published>2008-02-22T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:49:25.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for not blogging for a long time. These few days full of exams, feel a bit stress. I cried on wed cause my math teacher say this to me:"your marks is very disappointing". This is his first time saying this to me. I got 19/25 and the highest in the class is 24/25. My mood had being affected for the rest of the day. I felt disappointed and angry with myself. Out of the 6 marks that i had lost, 1 mark was careless, 3 marks were because i do extart steps and two marks were because i forget how to do. I cired is because of three things: one is that i cdid not get the highest for this time round. Two, because he say that sentence to me. Three, i did not do very overall. Today is x-country day. My coach said that all of us must get first 20. I run like siao, but due to the yesterday training, i could not take it, so i do my best and i came in 47th. All that i can say is that i had done my best, sorry coach!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8286759402728507481?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8286759402728507481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8286759402728507481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8286759402728507481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8286759402728507481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-for-not-blogging-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8025762462096529009</id><published>2007-11-07T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:28:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahaha....Today is the 10th day of school holiday. The passed 10 days i had done nothing much, but just watching television, using computer to play games and feeding fishes. Last monday, wedensday, thursday and today i have netball training. Every time after training, i felt very tired and would have muscle  ache, but i do like to go for netball training because it is fun playing with Anthea they all. My grandma these few days like in a bad mood, i think is due to my brother went to oversea. He would be going for one whole month. And now, not even a week passed, I start missing him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8025762462096529009?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8025762462096529009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8025762462096529009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8025762462096529009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8025762462096529009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/11/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1317413138267278403</id><published>2007-10-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:09:36.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello!!! Today is the beginning of the school holiday. Yesterday, i got back my report book. I am first in class and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in level. I felt very happy. This is my first getting such good result, I am proud of it. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; it is not the end, as there are more challenges ahead of me. I told myself I must work harder, as sec 2 would be more tough than sec1 and next year is a important year because I am having my streaming.Oh ya, let congrats Anthea who is the first in class and level.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1317413138267278403?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1317413138267278403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1317413138267278403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1317413138267278403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1317413138267278403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-today-is-beginning-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-2666802713310747558</id><published>2007-10-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:26:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams finally over and i felt so happy!!! Due to exams, i had no time to use the computer and so i never blog and tag for a long time. Sorry to say that my tag board is dead. I would create a new tag board soon but not now, sorry for the inconvenient. This time round, the test a bit diffculty but some easy. Hahaz i get top for math for the past three terms. But this term i dun think i can get top or even a A1 or A2. Because i had not enough time to check my paper, but i am gald that i could finish it. Another reason is that there is a smart guy in my class named Darren Tan, i think i will lose to him, but i hoped not. This term i do not know wad my result would like but i hope that i could score well and pass my english and go to sec two express!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-2666802713310747558?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/2666802713310747558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=2666802713310747558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2666802713310747558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/2666802713310747558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-finally-over-and-i-felt-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6489263426371129482</id><published>2007-08-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:04:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time round my result I dun noe count good or bad leh. This time round I got 5 A1, 2 B4, 1 C5 and 1 D7. This time round i got a lot of A1 but Anthea more than me. But also counted not bad la. I feel happy when I saw my math got 100 mark, I jump out of joy, sorry for those who got low mark, i dun mean to so HL in front of u,  just cannot control. I got a lot of As but my English failed, is like counted nothing la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6489263426371129482?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6489263426371129482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6489263426371129482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6489263426371129482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6489263426371129482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-time-round-my-result-i-dun-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8483399708379922231</id><published>2007-07-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:59:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaz my friends forgive me liao. I so happy! I will try to change away my bad habits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8483399708379922231?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8483399708379922231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8483399708379922231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8483399708379922231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8483399708379922231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahaz-my-friends-forgive-me-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5697433820625337036</id><published>2007-07-27T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:02:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgJ0qZR5neE/RqmYeCxy_9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JFtC1YfdRQQ/s1600-h/Picture+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091768495628287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgJ0qZR5neE/RqmYeCxy_9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JFtC1YfdRQQ/s200/Picture+9.bmp" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt so sad today. I think i m a failure. I hate myself. I cry today is becoz i noe how my friends think of me. And now then i noe how irritating i m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tas-FzV31AM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tas-FzV31AM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5697433820625337036?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5697433820625337036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5697433820625337036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5697433820625337036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5697433820625337036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-really-feeling-very-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IgJ0qZR5neE/RqmYeCxy_9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JFtC1YfdRQQ/s72-c/Picture+9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5730691804433627227</id><published>2007-07-13T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:01:40.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow today is the 13th of friday leh! Is the the black day! Alot of things happen today! First, Si Xian, Heidi, Wei Xin, Mei Chin, Mardiah n me trap in the lift. Wah lao i so scared leh, if i not wrong this is the first all of us trapped in the lift. But luck la the lift moved after a while, we all gave a sign of relive. Second, I laugh untill i fell down from the chair. Third, Heidi fell down from the bicycle and bleed, she still can laugh leh, so pro. Fourth, is my turn to fell down from the bicycle. I sat on the bicycle n it moved n i fell but luck la i did not roll down from the slope. Fifth, my bag hook on to the door n i almost fall down. Today my bag darn heavy becoz i put all my book under n the teacher say need to clear by today. Wow wad a unlucky DAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5730691804433627227?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5730691804433627227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5730691804433627227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5730691804433627227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5730691804433627227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-today-is-13th-of-friday-leh-is-the.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4292818037549271446</id><published>2007-06-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:40:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaz now then i post, i noe is a bit late la. This time round my result not that bad la. I have quite a few As but also a lot Cs. I hope next time round the As would remain and the Cs would become Bs. Why is my class keeping changing geog teacher, this is my 3rd teachers liao. I would prefer my first two teachers, maybe the same reason, because the time we spent together is lesser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4292818037549271446?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4292818037549271446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4292818037549271446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4292818037549271446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4292818037549271446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaz-now-then-i-post-i-noe-is-bit-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-3215230690597633232</id><published>2007-05-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:41:35.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams had finally over! So happy! This time round the tests a bit hard but some easy. Hahaz. Last term i get top in maths but this term i dun think i can get top for math as my class gt one smart guy named, Darren Tan. I think i will lose to him, but hope not. I dunnoe this time round how my result will like, hope would be good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-3215230690597633232?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/3215230690597633232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=3215230690597633232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3215230690597633232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/3215230690597633232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-had-finally-over-so-happy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-6782274389188844289</id><published>2007-04-16T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:58:41.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 and the half month had past. I still very miss my primary sch teachers and friends. Compare them with my secondary teachers and friends, they are much much more better. Maybe due to the time we have together is too short so I do not have much feeling in it. I think that my pri sch friends are more caring and concern. Dun noe y, I  have a feeling being left out again in my sec sch life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-6782274389188844289?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/6782274389188844289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=6782274389188844289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6782274389188844289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/6782274389188844289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-and-half-month-had-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-7552749528028056879</id><published>2007-04-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:00:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow my this 5th chinese teacher can stand the noise our class made, till now have not go. I do not really like her. She so bais la. I want to go to the washroom, she dun let me go, min hui want to go she let her go. So the unfair la. But lucky gt another chinese teacher, he is my 4th chinese teacher, I ask him n he let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-7552749528028056879?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7552749528028056879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=7552749528028056879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7552749528028056879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/7552749528028056879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-my-this-5th-chinese-teacher-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1934234914422263440</id><published>2007-04-05T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:01:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is our sch sport day cum internation friendship day.So sad that my house did not win. In my class have girl named min hui, she very the li hai. She won two gold for 100m and 200m. I am so proud of her. But she is not in my house. Today her bag go missing, and a boy in our class named Fabin found her bag in the boy's toilet. She lost her money that is in hher wallet which have $40. That is her two week pocket money. This is my first time c her cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1934234914422263440?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1934234914422263440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1934234914422263440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1934234914422263440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1934234914422263440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-our-sch-sport-day-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-4474895304779750610</id><published>2007-04-03T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:40:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sad! There go my form teacher, miss Ong. Sometimes I really do not like her, how hope she go and new teacher comes. And when she teach us her temper very hot, I dun even dare to ask her questions. But when she not teaching us she very cheerful. She treat us very good. Now I noe I am wrong I dun want the new teacher I WANT MISS ONG TO TEACHS US!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-4474895304779750610?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/4474895304779750610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=4474895304779750610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4474895304779750610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/4474895304779750610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-sad-there-go-my-form-teacher-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1652622794363736046</id><published>2007-03-29T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:39:44.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow I really cannot stand my chinese teacher leh. She came from china and dun even know a single english word. Today we took 30 minutes to greet her. She cannot stand and ask a pupil to go look for our form teacher. My form teacher is a malay teacher, she came in and scold us and ask the chinese teacher to point out who keeping in english, our chinese teacher dun understand till we tell her. Luckly I did not get caught. Dun noe why I see until her face very "bu shuang".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1652622794363736046?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1652622794363736046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1652622794363736046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1652622794363736046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1652622794363736046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-i-really-cannot-stand-my-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-8448331167038057203</id><published>2007-03-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:55:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so angry with my teacher! She so bad la! We had to write a letter writing in our compo book,I told her that my compo book is with my first chinese teacher. I also said that I dun have money to buy a new book. I talk to her very nicely, she said that I talk rudely to her and said that she had told us yesterday. I had forgotten to bring extart money to buy the book  only wad! Why must accused me that I talk rudely to her! She said this to me"ni tui wo de tai tu shi bu shi gai jian tao yi xia". I feel like shouting back at her but I think better not. To my dismay, she said that our marks would due to our manners and behaviour. Luckly I did not shout back at her.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-8448331167038057203?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/8448331167038057203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=8448331167038057203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8448331167038057203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/8448331167038057203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-angry-with-my-teacher-she-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5975398701118588263</id><published>2007-03-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:41:32.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow here come my 5th chinese liao. In three month time change 4 times. Our class so the "li hai". I hate chinese lesson leh. So noisy,till my head so pain. How to study in this type of environment!My chinese last time get A, now get C. Last thursday our sch chinese HOD came in to our class n teach us. I dun noe what happen. I thought was a teacher who is checking handphone. I dun noe will she teach us for long. I hope so as she teach the class would be very quiet and she also will joke with us though she look serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5975398701118588263?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5975398701118588263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5975398701118588263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5975398701118588263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5975398701118588263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-here-come-my-5th-chinese-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-5884505844636686206</id><published>2007-03-16T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:35:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my birthday! Quick wish doggy happy birthday! Some people had forget about my birthday. I felt so sad. Half of the day had past like nth had happen, nth special, nth interesting, nth funny, it is just like a normal day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-5884505844636686206?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/5884505844636686206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=5884505844636686206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5884505844636686206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/5884505844636686206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-my-birthday-quick-wish-doggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-1501438008017952159</id><published>2007-03-03T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:22:04.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow so fast 1 week past ms seah birthday liao. But I still remember the wonderful time we had. That day I went to the temple and got two red packets. Hehe, some people got $10 some got $4 unlucky that I got $4 dallor. But better than none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-1501438008017952159?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1501438008017952159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=1501438008017952159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1501438008017952159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/1501438008017952159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-so-fast-1-week-past-ms-seah.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37803195.post-116462752917946400</id><published>2006-11-27T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:38:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi.....my new bloggie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37803195-116462752917946400?l=doggy-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116462752917946400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37803195&amp;postID=116462752917946400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/116462752917946400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37803195/posts/default/116462752917946400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggy-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Loner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWD_a3tmJQ/Tt4dejXC5CI/AAAAAAAAADI/gP2-zyz8ZVk/s220/Picture%2B15.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
