<?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-12549443</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:59:31.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my world....</title><subtitle type='html'>I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is i care too much. And our scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel. If u wait for me,then i 'll come for u. We are so close,yet so far apart. But i know u'll always hold a place for me in your heart. If u think of me,if u miss me,then i'll return to u,to fill that space in ur heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-116651361973901174</id><published>2006-12-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:33:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;its nice being love. sumtimes i wish life was lik a game or sth. tt we could haf many characters as we wan. i feel so bad n tight inside myself. lik i cant breathe once i saw it. yeap. i feel sth, bt hu noes if its true n lasty or not. mayb im too timid, mayb i wont try. i feel so helpless lik a parcel being pass round n round. i feel for both. yet both feels different. i wish i could jus love peacefully but tis is nt e age 2come. im feelin bad n lost. i shld i even tink of doing anything ,or shld i nt? mayb its nt nice 2b out..so i shld'nt say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-116651361973901174?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/116651361973901174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=116651361973901174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/116651361973901174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/116651361973901174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-nice-being-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-116514761557791579</id><published>2006-12-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:06:55.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix..so long nvr blog le..so MaNy days n months.
gd thing is i nvr missed e past. i would wana spend my time wid e one i would b in future soon. now in e present many things seems 2 flow so fast through my head. althought sumtimes things may appear a little messy den usual, my life haf2 go on.having tis present him is very wonderful. act is more den i can ask 4. my life sweet wid memories. n it could onli b sweet only if i make it sweet. i darenot ask 4 more. 

Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-116514761557791579?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/116514761557791579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=116514761557791579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/116514761557791579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/116514761557791579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2006/12/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-113604325046486591</id><published>2005-12-31T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:30:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm changing my blog skin.. Comments please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-113604325046486591?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/113604325046486591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=113604325046486591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113604325046486591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113604325046486591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-changing-my-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-113604113787685163</id><published>2005-12-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:58:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>total opposites..hai..but...</title><content type='html'>we r opposites..hai...so we haf to teach each other common sense among both cos i tink none of us haf understood each other..
but..i musn b sad..bcos i.."ALWAYS LOOK ON E BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE!" someone givme a yeah!!!! ok..tt was stupid..i would jus tell myself forget abt e past cos a bright new year is coming up &amp; i'll jus get myself freshen up &amp; jus b myself!!!yeah man!;P
but it doesn mean i don care!!! i've to be a *nice* dada to take care of my dada..in some points like talking, if he talk crap i'll jus "plak" a slap over..
well..eventually if things are not suppose to be done he's asking for a scolding..
but..da shi teng, ma shi ai ma...
&amp; if i can i'll try to pat him to bed onli if he's tired..if he's not i'll whack till he's fully awake..
no la...i where got so hen du de? jus jokin sia..
i jus b a gd gal &amp; he a gd boy..but if he turns naughty, i'll..HeHeHe... ;)
if he turn naughty i oso b naughty lor!!!! bu yao xiang wai oh...
anyway, tell to tell u ppl..ISLV..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-113604113787685163?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/113604113787685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=113604113787685163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113604113787685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113604113787685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/12/total-oppositeshaibut.html' title='total opposites..hai..but...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-113603999037177172</id><published>2005-12-31T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:39:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if u love someone..</title><content type='html'>if u love someone &amp; it is a pain &amp; happiness in ur life..wat can u do?
if u love someone jus sacrifice ur everything?
if u love someone is it every day he live would be every second u breathe?
if both is seraching for wat is lack in each other..but they still clunged together?
if both was helpless &amp; uncontrolable does anything applies on?

anyway..without noeing &amp; caring..my life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-113603999037177172?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/113603999037177172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=113603999037177172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113603999037177172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113603999037177172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-u-love-someone.html' title='if u love someone..'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-113603954699629183</id><published>2005-12-31T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:32:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss...my class</title><content type='html'>i miss...
my class..2n1..i dono y...sec3 den haf to reshuffle again..
honestly i hate mixing classes..especially when u get to noe more of ur best frens &amp;!!!! u don get to see them in ur class.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-113603954699629183?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/113603954699629183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=113603954699629183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113603954699629183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/113603954699629183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-missmy-class.html' title='i miss...my class'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-112486122816588841</id><published>2005-08-23T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:27:08.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yo!</title><content type='html'>long time didn post...hai...so sad...but anyway, i still carry on my life..at least vivi was still there for me!!! ILHF!! if u can guess, wa say, pro sia...
i wonder how was vivi exams??? so anxious..to know... kinda miss vivi!!!! muacks!! sorry i siao liao.. excuse me...ahem...so why no one here?? i bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-112486122816588841?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/112486122816588841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=112486122816588841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112486122816588841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112486122816588841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/08/yo.html' title='yo!'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-112279967251798585</id><published>2005-07-31T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:47:53.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sian ah....</title><content type='html'>sian..sian..still so sian hai...i jus got mary moon lyrics!!! woohoo!!! xiao..
nvrmind...tomorrow got school..sian..kinda busy now a days...i shant tell u ...muhahahaaaha!! i been goin goin goin goin out nowadays with my ahem friends. my ahem friend are quite nice.....some...&gt;o&lt;...my poor eyes..hm was running..i was running,the elephants and froggies was stroling don misunderstand hor...i was talking about the zoo...all the story is a frog step on me and i yelled and ran..then i bump into huimin,then she startled an elephant..that how we became friends!!! entitled:the F4!!! fantastic 4!!! red 1:"the small" red 2:"the apple" red 3:"gone with the frog" red 4:the most fantastico,the greatest,"the red elephant!!!"
(applause!!!)
the F4...are the famous four!!!!! hahahahahahaha!!! see anyone laughing? xiao za bo..
but the thing is......thet have VERY special powers leh!!!!!!!!!!!!
red1 is great at screaming,shouting,good enough to turn ur enemy deaf,red2 fusion with red1 in screaming can drop one's ear...and best at cat claw(mind ur back)red3,best at high jumps and far distances...red4,best at rranning..(that's why there are suchs things called earthquakes)..powerful right?????????

don miss this!!!!

                          coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-112279967251798585?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/112279967251798585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=112279967251798585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112279967251798585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112279967251798585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/07/sian-ah.html' title='sian ah....'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-112158782996546745</id><published>2005-07-17T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:16:44.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how should i explain?</title><content type='html'>well...that day was a friday, where we go park, clarice and stephanie was there!!!
me and hm introduce them to that place de!!! it was a quiet and peaceful place...though there was no moon,no sun, in that world,was a place that u can hear the crickets,where the sound of the lonely night be heard,and a place where lovers used to hang at,watching the stars...isn that nice the quiet world, where no qurells be heard, where no fights be seen, the place of no grudges againts one another,hearing the gently wind calling out to u jus by ur ear...how nice...
jus like a dream, how i wish the time will stop there forever, and to be with and treasure that part of the precious moment...some of you who read this may understand...where some may not,till u your ownself got the taste of it..its a kind of special feeling where appears from no where,that continues to tell u the truth..we cant lie to our ownself..but to tell ourself secretly..**** is a kind of special u have for someone, there are no reasons or explainations for it..

a message to someone hoping that someone will tell *i* for me:*i*****,I **i** I **k* *o* *o***o*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-112158782996546745?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/112158782996546745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=112158782996546745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112158782996546745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112158782996546745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-should-i-explain.html' title='how should i explain?'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-112098331261989471</id><published>2005-07-10T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:15:12.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new friends...</title><content type='html'>i, promise to do my best,to do my duty to...enough of that!! i got to know some new friens...first it was hs...i gave it a nickname...clarice,then clarice introduce me a friend call vt,i gave the nickname as stephanie!!both ok lah..first time i see step, kinda look like a ramputan...so i manage to tell hm that it look like a kind of fruit,then she went on laughing..haha so many thing went on the way, uncountable project that sent me flying round earth,yesterday at japan,today breakfast at new york..i'll be lost sooner or later..then come a campfire, i had to rush back to singapor to attend it!! it was kinda fun too!! i'm in the performing guides,then each of us have a dance partner. mine was yix,then got one part of the song last ketchap,all the scouts rush into, and dance with us, how disgusting..then one was telling me"ay, teach me how to dance leh.." i wish i could smack him off that moment...he so bayaobai! ar...anyway i'm kinda busy...so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-112098331261989471?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/112098331261989471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=112098331261989471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112098331261989471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/112098331261989471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-friends.html' title='new friends...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111850063722358407</id><published>2005-06-11T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T08:55:12.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hai..boring! lame! stupid! so **** up! idiotic! SIA...</title><content type='html'>yo! i jus return from camp, so so damn boring leh! the food ah, is the best lor! really! trust me u will be able to eat spoonful, delicious u can say! jus after the 1st mouth then all will vomit all out only...
and the games hor,so stupid, like children game,hai,dog and bone eeew..smelly right? i don mind about smelly games,but i really dislike one idiotic person call andrew...honestly i know i not innocennce one leh,jus the rest don believe lor!!! now i can prove it to u all, that andrew really pissed off leh!!! everyone hates him, his acts tough, but in actual, really very childish. but i do really pity him, its like not like wat u really think he is,u and i know that no one is perfect, can be like his weakness is shown obviously at the outside of him.which is opp. among all of us, THAT sort of weakness shown deep dark inside..he is jus active,but unable to know the "she hui"(chinese word)...i know i'm very sorry to call him that, i'm really sorry andrew,neither do i bother to erase off what i said above..
then we got so tired that we gonna sleep,then ah girl sleep in hall,ah boyboy sleep in class..lol i heard at yixuan class a guy called darren ong, was known to sleep walk in the night..thats wat i heard lor!!!! then the really best one is the "MASS DANCE" it was cool! fun! funky! cheeky! haha and all that blabbers!!!! there were 3 dance in total! 1st is "chicky dance","ketchap',last one i dono..but it was the best...all the dance really freak me out...it was defintely 100times more than awesome! that feeling so great! WOOHOO!! it strengthen me and yixuan friendship...i know lame la, but u may never know when u're that happy, u really can think of the past story...which is so touching...look at "POEMS OF THE CLASS/REALISTIC RUBBISH" IS ON SUNDAY 1ST MAY, 2005.. to understand...wahaaha! i wanna cry again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111850063722358407?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111850063722358407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111850063722358407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111850063722358407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111850063722358407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/06/haiboring-lame-stupid-so-up-idiotic.html' title='hai..boring! lame! stupid! so **** up! idiotic! SIA...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111789133331932407</id><published>2005-06-04T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T07:22:13.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely, i am so lonely,</title><content type='html'>during lonely days,i might go "bonkas"(xiao),especially when the weather is hot, when the weather is hot, i cannot think, when i cannot think, i do funny things!!muhahaha!! see wat subject i can talk, so wat is also popular bside the relations one ar? oh ya, about bad words right? there r a lot of bad words everywhere, like F*C*,the rest i don know liao...jus to perserve innoccence..=)
u know wat?why e word cal as bad? coz i think B stands 4 "biology",y i say that? that word already has something 2 do wif "some" reproduction wat!!! don worry, i don use it,perhaps is those who is LOOKING FORWARD TO IT...AH..how impatient they are!! hai..who cares about them? unless u tel me you're gonna interrupt "them" halfway in the "process" ah! the A stands 4 "abrate" means does not come off by rubbing..this word stick to u like cookie and monster= cookiemonster,ain i right? u can b stuck 4ever wif it,always on the d*rt* side,and on same subject,it is really boring loh! my suggestion, boring till 4 bedtime story.. not my prob anyway.
the D is 4 "destruction",coz whenever u say that word seriously, u might let others hav a bad imppresion of u,perhaps not ur close friens,can be others,lik adults,outsiders,i know all of u "hackcare" one, but are u REALLY gonna use this word forever in ur lifetime? u know vuldger words,they ain poilte,jus if u use those words ever once,u're gonna use another,addicted i meant. perhaps jus a u don lik that and u yell a word,different people hav different points of view,ur fren might think ay ya, nothing wrong,but some might tak it seriously.it can coz the friendship to shatter apart, i seen this b4,u might think ur friend also say that word so he or she don mind,but it can cause people to avoid u,they can b afraid of u,wont dare to come close,then friends side will be forever with two sides. it's everyone choice to chose whether to say anot...above one hor, u can tak it as i was talking crap, coz today weather is really hot...haha,gotcha again..^.^Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111789133331932407?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111789133331932407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111789133331932407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111789133331932407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111789133331932407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-i-am-so-lonely.html' title='lonely, i am so lonely,'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111733427598073804</id><published>2005-05-28T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:38:12.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var chatterbox = 'no'; &lt;/script&gt;
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jus kidding, lit is my pride!!! no way i failed that!!!!! o_oY
so sad i failed maths and geo.....
that's true ok!! i thought i'll get bad results, but i improved!!! hahaha, the world is mine!!!is mmiinnnneee!!!!is mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
xiao za bo...
my teacher said i was a quiet n creative girl and mus reach out more in talking!!!
i am talking!!! right?? creative?? of course!! i'm being a nice furistic author!! hey cheer for me all my friends!!!and...quiet??? who say i quiet i'll bash his of her mouth!!! hey..that wasn't me..was that?? nah, i know it wasn't...
i'm gonna bash my teacher's mouth?? heez.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111728405802290412?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111728405802290412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111728405802290412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111728405802290412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111728405802290412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-jus-gottan-back-my-result-in-report.html' title=''/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111676734388850162</id><published>2005-05-22T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:09:03.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm...wat should i talk about today?</title><content type='html'>i be your teacher today!!! xiao...i hate lesssssoonnnnss!!! heez..o_o..so wat am i gonna do next year?? i must thank my mom, dad, yi xuan,fellow classmats,and me!
i wana take lit....but can anot??? i don think so..and i wana be a FAMOUS author in the UNIVERSE!!!HAHAHA!! xiao zai bo...ok,if i'm a teacher,i should teach u some stuff rite?? wat stuff is popular nowadays with teenagers?? mention some...ah i know..all those relations,relations one right? Ooooo,i'm so clever, it show that i'm alert, and there are seriously teenagers who don't noe about the stuff...really got leh!!! those deaf one loh..whatever lah, i asked u all ah, did u all ever like someone?? i'm sure got right??? your mom,dad,siblings..NOT THAT LAH!!! i mean crush,then they will confess and blar,blar,blar...lastly BLAR,then gone liao! do u understand? i put in a simplier way,
1)ah girl,ah boy,confess
2)then they got closer,
3)then they glued over each other, superglue,oh dear,stuck liao..
4)then they will have *** together then gone liao..

i tell u ar,ah girl girl leh will not have *** with a boy, they will get pregnant,and die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jus kidding, jus an advice don hav ***,especially underage, or before marridge...otherwise...

(IMAGINE IT) i will gorge out your eyes,pull out out your nose,knock you down on the floor to crush your teeth,pull out three thin layer of your skin, throw u in boiling water,tear open your body,slice gaps throught your stomach ,take ur intestines and tie a knot TIGHT,slash open ur thights n pull small pieces of ur muscles,put ice between the wounds,help u sew back,throwu back in boiling to melt ice...(by the time i say finish u already die liao..)


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whatever i talk above is crap.... 
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please tag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i men below got some place to write ur comments, so just write ur name, then click the next box,then type the message u wana to tell me, i got great ears u know,then click post!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111676734388850162?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111676734388850162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111676734388850162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111676734388850162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111676734388850162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/mmmmwat-should-i-talk-about-today.html' title='mmmm...wat should i talk about today?'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111665070343838973</id><published>2005-05-21T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:16:11.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ay...</title><content type='html'>ALL MY FRIENDS BLOG:

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YI XUAN: SHANICE986FROM2N2.BLOGSPOT.COM
TRINTY LIM YI LING:INK-EYES-SLYVANASS.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111665070343838973?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111665070343838973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111665070343838973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111665070343838973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111665070343838973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/ay.html' title='ay...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111665020745691691</id><published>2005-05-21T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:42:45.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor best friend...</title><content type='html'>my best friend was sepreated from me,from the reshuffled,of couse we were 
"hard-broken"and "heart-broken". i'm sure you have at least a best a best friend right???? if you don have, quickly find one!!!! another suggestion, be mine...

friends are inportant...i know...most of you never Xperience lonelyness b4,well, i had a LOT..during primary sch days,i didn't noe there was a need to make friends!!!!
stupid right????
let me continued.....yi xuan was ay quiet barbie doll..mind you..not babe doll!!!!
i was TRYING to mak friends around me that time,so i was asking friends all around me there numbers...saying "BOYS NOT ALLOWED" so i got almost all the gals numbers and try to befriend..no motive of tricks..

i called a girl, her name was yi xuan, i told her i 4got how she look like on the phone and she told me the same...

so we plan to look out for each other...FINALLY!!! we found each other...

she was the one sitting right beside me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i finally realise what IS really called as stupid....

we were born to be a winner!!! yah!yah! as long as we were together, in other words without each other, it will be LOSER THAN WINNER...

reshuffled class? that's sad!!!! i saw barbie doll looking through the window with a normal face except no mouth..i mean she look sad...

me? i was bitting my lips HARD!!! don worry, i won't swallow it down, most properly if i did, i will be just lipless for the rest of my life..
then i will be posting and writing depending on fingers and never talk again...muhahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111665020745691691?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111665020745691691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111665020745691691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111665020745691691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111665020745691691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-poor-best-friend.html' title='my poor best friend...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111608019343525057</id><published>2005-05-14T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:11:58.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>couldn't put it down...</title><content type='html'>COULDN"T PUT IT DOWN...

i still remember....
sepreration of my class,
we all have differnt points of view,
but could not last,
some to be seems cruel,
but some to be a simple task,
to me, it wasn't,
what do you think? breaking friendships of 1st year class?
where most friendship that are more possible to last,
perhaps to someone is just blowing the dust,
but to me....

it's tearing ripping my heart apart!
friendships connection are not meant to be cut,
finding friends is not searching for luck!
but to let our problems to tell it's story,
not just simply to anybody!
it's to whom we trust, to whom we share,
joys and tears that are right in there!
not everyone can bear,
and think that no one care!
sooner or later emotions might burst out,
it can soon be heard, and it may be loud,
i don think anyone like not trustable friens 2 noe their secret,
but they will feel better if it was with...
someone they love, they care and trust...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111608019343525057?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111608019343525057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111608019343525057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111608019343525057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111608019343525057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/couldnt-put-it-down.html' title='couldn&apos;t put it down...'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111606552787868451</id><published>2005-05-14T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T04:29:19.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;a couple of weeks ago,i met my kindergarden friend call nicholas and he bought his friend call chi wei. me and yix name them CI MO PANG,the other CHAODA. long time lost friends what will you do??? hug them???&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;of course not!!! they are boys!!! pershaps say"ai ya, i got brain cancer, bu ren shi ni!!!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;or say,"oh my gosh!!! i never see doggys so huge before!!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;what we did was ask hp numbers and when out for a movie....EYE10......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;we went in, when the movie start, me and yix was hiding behind our food!! and C.M.P was covering his eyes, his friend chaoda was laughing all the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;then after movie at home me and CMP talk on phone, he was trying to HAO LIAN....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;he say his friend was heavier than him 5kg and shorter than him 1cm,  then i told him tt yix say his frenz veri YAO DAO when he spike up his hair then CMP ask me 'who is more YAN DAO?" &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i answered yix &amp; i thought you were more YAN DAO then, but now yix think chaoda is more.&lt;span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;then he continued his talk,and say tt chaoda have chest muscle,that's y he is 5kg heavier, then he never grow yet cause he think not time yet then, i said, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you tell me 4 wat??? tel yix lah, then he say i pass the message to her, so, on the spot, i sms yix saying"nicholas ask me to tell you that chi wei have chest muscle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111606552787868451?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111606552787868451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111606552787868451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111606552787868451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111606552787868451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111544377348770408</id><published>2005-05-06T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:29:33.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all is ruin, all is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i have a story of my class to tell,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honestly is the best,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i couldn't let myself to rest,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i hate to say, why come to this day?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all is ruin, all is gone.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last year's 1n2 IS the best,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but now my head is wrap wif stress,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the time have come, the time have change,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i couldn't hide the truth in the trunk,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really like my class, why it couldn't last?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the answer lies beneath our trust,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;someone is the mastermind,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we thought he or she is kind,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why they have a grudge wif us?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just what's wrong wif our class?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why hurt us by pulling our friends away?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we just hope our class could stay!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friendships are suppose to stay long,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but now.....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all is ruin, all is gone.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i simply don understand why?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to me it's like killing us and die!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on that day of seperation, i know i didn't cry.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really felt like, but my eyes i lie,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i didn't want to show out my feeling,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but in my heart i felt cold and chilling,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can feel my friend's heart with my sense,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i know it's getting sad and tense,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all i did was to stare back at them,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;best wishes to them i can afford to send,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's nothing left, only memories,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all is ruin, all is gone.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111544377348770408?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111544377348770408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111544377348770408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111544377348770408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111544377348770408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-is-ruin-all-is-gone.html' title='all is ruin, all is gone'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111501497379450511</id><published>2005-05-02T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:22:53.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMpEtIoN BeTwEen ClAsS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;one of the days with my class,their was a make a gilider competition. no one wanted to be the cheerleader, everyone wanted to be humble,only one moron became the leader,RYAN KOO. he did not do his duty as the cheer leader&amp; he was very pessimistic on the cheering.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;a heroine followed by a hero step up at last!!!! the cheer leading was by siao tze, &amp; the cheer was writtem by jau kuen i think. we had couples of opponent,last yer 1e3 &amp;amp; 2n1. we did whatever we can, soon,we flew up to the top. we won the cheerleading competition.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that was the first time i felt my class hidden spirit. we got a lot of chocolates for the prize,&amp; kelvert in my class i heard him saying "today is chocolate day!" &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;soon,the following weeks, our class was content in whatever we had,&amp; we share joy ,jokes together, it seems to pass so so fast,time seems to slips through our hands.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, i could understand why i really like my class so much, i couldn't, but i knew veri well i feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111501497379450511?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111501497379450511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111501497379450511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111501497379450511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111501497379450511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/competion-between-class.html' title='CoMpEtIoN BeTwEen ClAsS'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111493619071274479</id><published>2005-05-01T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T02:29:50.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poems of    my class/realistic rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;my class&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;memories from the far relationships dribber afar,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it seems that sometimes we don know where we are,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;we hope to be together back in class,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it would be better if we go excursion together in a same bus,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but our dreams shattered far apart,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;as for our class strings were about to cut,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;not knowing who was the mastermind,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but still we were the same kind,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;to our friends we shared ups &amp; downs,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;during times like a begger and crowns,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;we treasure them,we're in need of them,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;reverse time back to the back there,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;joys we had, together we were,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;do your best to please him or her,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but now the time have change,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some suffered cruelly and pain,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;our heart froze with depression,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;couldn't take it like a terrible injection,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;cry out pain to avoid infection,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;unable to stand,unable to hold,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;we might collasped down from a huge blow,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;even though just after a few minutes then,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;we will always understand we treasure of friends....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dropped into an unwakable dream,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;that would hung us in a position very extreme,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;not knowing that we will drift away,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;pershaps we thought our class could stay,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;for two year at least,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;or earlier announcment we may be please,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;just hope my class would be together crazily i thought,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;now memories were really meant to be left and rot....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111493619071274479?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111493619071274479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111493619071274479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111493619071274479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111493619071274479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/poems-of-my-classrealistic-rubbish.html' title='poems of    my class/realistic rubbish'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111493138183008057</id><published>2005-05-01T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:15:23.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My ClAsS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my class,1n2 was the best class i evr had in my whoe life. i nevr lik a clas so much b4...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my class, there was F4,the famous4, jaukuen,yuet seng,wenshu&amp; aoshang. they were the living jokers in our clas. pershaps my clas wil not b complete without them. once, during lit lesson,i think the class was veri sleepy,almost everyone heads &amp;amp; albow were stuck onto the table,jaukuen picked up his shoe &amp; put it against his ear &amp;amp; started talking something like this: hello yuet seng there? over. then yuet seng pick up &amp; ans back: ai,where are u?over.it was so funny,but this anger the lit teacher &amp;amp; started yelling at them 4 not paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another day,morning, jaukuen was lookin out the window, when suddenly he saw a half naked grandpa standing outside the hdb flat around 10storey, looking 4 something. jaukuen was yelling in chinese: "uncle, think properly,bu yao xiang bu kai!!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our class was 1 of the noisest,and quie wel known too,but we got our real friend&amp; best friends tt we would havin 4ever. when our whole clas is punish,we punish together,as long as it is in one piece.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;during chinese oneday, our teacher was teacher was teaching some idoms e.g: xiong you chen zhu,then yuet was telling jaukuen after class&amp;amp; said"jau kuen,wo xiong you chen zhu!!"&amp; did some ridiculous genchers which sent the whole class laughing.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don understand y i lik this clas,but i felt the feelings of my clas e.g: &lt;jaukuen,wenshu,yuetseng,aosheng&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;me(jasmine)&amp;yixuan&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;melvin&amp;amp;daryl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;yanling,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;qi&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;xueni&amp;jia&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;many morebut this yer our class was reshuffledby :unknown&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jau kuen &amp;amp;yuet seng ___________ao shang wenshu&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jasmine_________yixuan&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;melvin_________daryl&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yanling,xin ni_______pei jie,li shuan,linda&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;qini______sinmei,wenqin&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xueni_______jia xin&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why is my class sepreated??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with those longlasting friendships?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why must it b so unfair?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss our friends that we have,drag across to an unknown place,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seen our veri own friend being punish in other class,which hurts even more,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pain probs in our heart,swallowing down every blade zap into us,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pulling &amp; cutting off strings of friendship,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;further &amp;amp;further till we cry out in pain,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really,no one knows much about it,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for i can feel how they felt.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e.g melvin&amp;daryl&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i remembered when i talk 2 my godbro melvin one day, he was melting of betrayal,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he was sad as pain sqeeze his heart with anger. his friend,betray him,he was telling me that he can only trust daryl&amp;amp; no one else, his only hope that he suvive on.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this yer,they parted, it was on ramdom tt they were sepreated, daryl was facing the sky, crying miserably,&amp; melvin hide under his table &amp;amp;cried softly.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don know how i manage to feel their feelings, but i konw that they really treasure each other a lot...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111493138183008057?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111493138183008057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111493138183008057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111493138183008057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111493138183008057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-class.html' title='My ClAsS'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111486549953888073</id><published>2005-04-30T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:51:39.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CrEaTuReS GREAT AnD small</title><content type='html'>It was stupid that the dwaf was brian. he was a friendly chap and a great professional cry baby..people who know that dwaf please don't ever tell him, i don want a busted throat..

Once me and yixuan was standing at the guides board, when yixuan pulled my bad from behind,and said" you are my doggy". Next, that dwaf came and rescue me and pull yixuan bag saying"you are my doggy" then yixuan was yelling off "jasmine help me!!" so i pull that dwaf bag...we end up tangled in a circle....not wanting to let off.
brian let yixuan off at last, so we bully him!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111486549953888073?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111486549953888073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111486549953888073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111486549953888073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111486549953888073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/04/creatures-great-and-small.html' title='CrEaTuReS GREAT AnD small'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549443.post-111486361364374603</id><published>2005-04-30T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:20:13.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My GrEaT ClAsS HiStOrY</title><content type='html'>well, all started at last year, my class 1n2...
telling u this damn thing that awafully happen 2 me....

i was from a girls school, i was a veri stupid girl...practically a living dummy, i did no know that there are suchs things as "boys" in this world. SO, i went to this famous school,mixed. i stared at the wall "1n2". i was nerous. But entering this class made me more nervous. i walked as stable as i can, praying that i will not fall off unitl i reached the nearest seat i can find. "YAH!" i thought, at i reached a seat. As i sat down, my skin clung tightly againts me. Ten over creatures staring and smiling at me!!!!! "this class is for monsters" i thought. I glance around, there were girls...then where did those smiley monsters come from? i was trying to keep cool..not act cool!!! i slowly draged myself 2 outside and and asked a girl "who are those?" she gave me a blurest looked that i ever seem in my life then when i figure out, i got real emberass later on for the whole month.
 i was never near a boy. Once, a boy sat somewhere near me. My hair stands on end! I end up scrambled away to sit somewhere else. That dwaf stared at me then later glance away. What a close shave! i thought. later i got to know this monsters call melvin and i became his godsister...i never heard of it anyway...then i met this people call gareth and kelvert. which i met them for funfair. they wanted to play soccer but we wanted to go haunted house. so they went soccer ,we Q for haunted house. they were late , so we felt veri sad, not leaving a place 4 them...but there were only 10 people allowed in at a time. i saw my classmate siao tze, melvin,daryl...
then when we enter halfway, melvin was melted to bones!!! he ran out to the exit!!!
HAHAHA!!!!i thought.  8 girl and 1 boy left. what a coward..my stupid godbrother!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549443-111486361364374603?l=jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/feeds/111486361364374603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549443&amp;postID=111486361364374603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111486361364374603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549443/posts/default/111486361364374603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminefrom1n2.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-great-class-history.html' title='My GrEaT ClAsS HiStOrY'/><author><name>jasminez1n2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787688412862074848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
