<?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-7960503880910084417</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:11:08.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting anew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960503880910084417.post-9092411010924098228</id><published>2007-12-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:52:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG CLOSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED THIS BLOG DEAD AND CLOSED. BUT I DUN BOTHER TO DELETE IT. PLEASE LINK ME IN MY NEW BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cosy4eva.blogspot.com"&gt;MY NEW BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY.AND RMB TO LEAVE ME A TAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-9092411010924098228?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9092411010924098228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=9092411010924098228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/9092411010924098228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/9092411010924098228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-closed.html' title='BLOG CLOSED'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-6335567997168558259</id><published>2007-11-11T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:33:16.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..i am more interested in the class allocation results now...but at least i know those people i hate wun be in the same class as me.almost lyk 3/4 of the class is in the same stream and april too!!! Lejing appeal in la! we low cant appeal high but high can appeal low.and rach we cant deny the fact that the school simply suxs.ur first choice i suppose is triple?? i am wondering when the class allocation results are out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-6335567997168558259?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6335567997168558259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=6335567997168558259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6335567997168558259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6335567997168558259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-962108347185862189</id><published>2007-10-30T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:32:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noe i am a bit late in posting this but 2diligence.i will miss all of u all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were once so close so anyway just good luck in ur future&lt;br /&gt;*2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close last year huh. all the best to ur studies.&lt;br /&gt;*3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celestine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hardly talk but still all the best.U always appear so slack..so stop being so slack.&lt;br /&gt;*4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheng Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the times we walk home together.Must work harder for english!!! Nxt year dunno anything come find me.i noe i suxs in some subjects but i will help u with all i can.i am just 1 blk in front of u.^^&lt;br /&gt;*5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheong Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on GAL!!! U r so cool.i will remember the times we do projects together^^&lt;br /&gt;*6 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear boyfriend!LOL! I will just sound lesbian for once.although i dont really lyk that.Thx for  being there for me everytime.even if different class i will also rmb u.if different class still must everytime come my hse hor.Always let creativity juices flow^^ U noe wad i mean.&lt;br /&gt;*7 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx for teaching us 5 no evil golden rules?Also thx for tolerating me at times when i may let u get irritated^^&lt;br /&gt;*9 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablemate for 2 months? Rock on girl.u are lyk fearless of anything.Stay long with ur stead huh.&lt;br /&gt;*10&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ShiQin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really close to u but thx for the 1,2,3,4,5,6 postcards u gave me.&lt;br /&gt;*11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yan Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota pro=.= nxt time play audition together!!! Maybe wont tio owned until lyk siao^^Work hard to get 1st in your class nxt year.&lt;br /&gt;*12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called tablemate?? or row mate.lol. weird girl luh.crying at the wrong times and being happy at the wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;*13 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qian Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay long with ur dear alson.lol.although seldom talk to u but still hope u go to the stream u want!&lt;br /&gt;*14 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou in trying to master the pen  spinning from rui jing!!!nice one getting 3rd in class!That's so hard..i got not even top 10.and ur lit lyk so pro luh.&lt;br /&gt;*15 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dun noe wad i want to say to u.Same class as u for 6 years is a torture.I can only say that u change side faster than u change ur clothes.sry to be frank but u are th only 1 that i wont miss in 2dl.&lt;br /&gt;*16 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly talk to u but u are one nice girl^^&lt;br /&gt;*17 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum saw my class photo and said that u are one of the chio one in our class.so i should say stay pretty always??&lt;br /&gt;*18 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last long with jingjie.and hope u lyk the present i gave for ur bday.u are really one sweet girl^^&lt;br /&gt;play dota for long kkaes.I will miss u all the same&lt;br /&gt;*19 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-garfield? LOL.I only rmbed talking to u on the orientation day lol..that was soooo long ago.although we dun talk much but u are really one nice girl and stay happy always.&lt;br /&gt;*20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my project work team mate.ur voice is so sweet on the air^^&lt;br /&gt;*21  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno u much so just stay happy always.&lt;br /&gt;*22 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aslyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vice chairman. although seldom communicate but at least a few smses.lol&lt;br /&gt;*23 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yisheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish doctor.ok wun dixiao u.i am start to missing the days u dixiao me abt damien although i feel pek cek at the point of time but at least there is laughter^^&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*24 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HeNian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad is that cube call?? i still dunno..must be nicer to jolene huh.&lt;br /&gt;*25 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alvin.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once my kor but now..dunno la.just work hard,jiayous and all the best!&lt;br /&gt;*26 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u good luh.going TJ.i think the only time i talk to u is last year when kenghoe and u sit behind me and lejing? -u kns la..first time play dota with u and u same lane as me keep on kill me=.=&lt;br /&gt;*27 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alvin Kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya.stop calling me pa noob=.= u lucifer pro nia..i noe u pro i noob.i play only for 2 weeks +??&lt;br /&gt;*28 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KengHoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun everytime use rubber band shoot lejing la. is just for fun la ok.dun  get so pek cek all the time=.=&lt;br /&gt;*29 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butcher..nxt time play with my bro again.amazed he first blood easy ai today.&lt;br /&gt;*30 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr dixiao u or anything but u are a damn joker. everytime say the taboo or zoe crap. first one to play dota with me huh.u are a very nice kor la.everytime call u u also will talk with me de^^&lt;br /&gt;*31 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RuiJing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong li huh? dun dixiao u liao.coz not fun le.stop the taboo crap k?? and u are one another joker in our class.&lt;br /&gt;*32 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for ur $40 converse bag for my bday huh. u are a very nice kor too^^ everytime let me copy homework.hope that if i can appeal in i can same class as u^^&lt;br /&gt;*33 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zu Xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u started the zhang zi yi thing rite.and trust me u are one very good entertainer.if u dun be a comedian it is waste of ur talent.and rock on and continue entertaining the class u are in nxt year.&lt;br /&gt;*34 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JingJie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nice to Joyce!!!She is one sweet girlfriend to have. and wth go damien hse use QOP 1v1 owned me=.= so unfair  la.i noob&lt;br /&gt;*35 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun thing blink striking and shadow striking ur illusion huh..u pro dota player=.=&lt;br /&gt;*36 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WeiJie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for listening to me emo for that day when i fan lian with ahem.&lt;br /&gt;stop being so emo always and be nice to YUZI ok&lt;br /&gt;*37 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EeShuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop talking abt porn all the times la.u will pollute innocents' mind lyk lejing.&lt;br /&gt;*38 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toh Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx for telling me this noob abt the rollback thing. and ya stop scolding me noob. u should try to versus my bro.u will noe the real meaning of noobness.&lt;br /&gt;*39&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zhang Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe u pro la.u play dota how many years?? I noe i noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dl i will miss all of u..2 years just gone lyk that...someone must organise class chalet or class outing or smth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-962108347185862189?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/962108347185862189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=962108347185862189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/962108347185862189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/962108347185862189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-noe-i-am-bit-late-in-posting-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-1959614360501749667</id><published>2007-10-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:31:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back blogging again.Just went blog surfing and damn sian la..just watch finish Gong zu Xiao mei on youtube..I want my ZHONG JI YI JIA!!! I think i will rewatch the whole thing again after i watched finish the last episode. so damn sian..last week with 2dl..i guess i may miss some of the entertaining ppl in our class but definately not those PPL.but are they fit to be call ppl?? well i guess not=.=zzz anyway i see the true side of somebody and to be frank.that somebody suxs! That somebody out there.i dunno if u will read this post.and i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To XXX:Who are you to call me Cosy?? U think u have the rights to call me by this name.I rather be called taboo by u than Cosy. U are not someone who is worthy of calling my name in fact.2 words.you suxs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-1959614360501749667?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1959614360501749667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=1959614360501749667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/1959614360501749667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/1959614360501749667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-back-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-3870766512898757211</id><published>2007-10-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:33:10.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn freaking pissed off with my results!!!! KANASAI! my english overall get 50.1 lyk wtf??? then my chinese from mid year the a2 drop to now the 55 marks=.= My geog still ok la..58 in overall. best is maths ba 70. i think i stop the good sentences for a while bah. lazy to find liao... sian nxt time then update ba..i now go chiong watch zhong ji yi jia lor!!! NXT TIME THEN UPDATE BA^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-3870766512898757211?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3870766512898757211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=3870766512898757211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/3870766512898757211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/3870766512898757211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-freaking-pissed-off-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-6439524208772041539</id><published>2007-10-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:10:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="style43" align="left"&gt;Rupert Brooke's "The Soldier," serves as an example of Georgian poetry in its glorification of war. In this poem, the soldier praises the idea of dying in battle for England and upholds the ideal of celebrating the nation rather than focusing on the physical horror of being killed in combat.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="style43" align="left"&gt;In the first stanza of this poem, the soldier declares that if he dies, there will be "some corner of a foreign field / That is forever England" (lines 2-3). These lines demonstrate Brooke's use of positive imagery to describe death during warfare. As is common in Georgian poetry, the soldier is primarily concerned with celebrating England, rather than the gruesome aspects involved with dying in warfare. This is perceived when he discusses the "foreign" grounds on which he may die and declares this soil as English territory "forever." Instead of focusing on the disenchanting aspect of his rotting corpse, Brooke treats the death of this soldier as though his body is a flag that is meant to mark the field as being conquered by England. Brooke does not describe the torturous nature of death in war and only acknowledges how the soldier honors England by dying in the process of defending the nation.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="style43" align="left"&gt;In subsequent lines of the first stanza, Brooke further focuses on praising war in honor of defending England, rather than on the physical death and destruction that results. In lines three through eight, the soldier declares, "There&lt;span class="style43"&gt; shall be&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="style43"&gt;In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span class="style43"&gt; A dust whom England bore, ... / A body of England's, breathing English air,&lt;/span&gt; / Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home." By using optimistic words such as "rich," "blest," and "suns of home," Brooke pleasantly portrays death. These words convey positive connotations and provide a brighter outlook for death in warfare, which is later depicted as a negative experience by the World War I poets. The soldier mentions the "richer dust concealed" in the earth from his dying body that was once "washed by the rivers...of home" (4, 8). This exemplifies how Brooke does not illustrate the pain endured in such a death, nor the actual decay of the corpse, since it is only "dust," but rather portrays the soldier's body as being a symbol of England's natural landscape, such as its "rivers." This further demonstrates how fighting for one's nation in war is glorified, since the soldier's death only serves to honor England.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="style43" align="left"&gt;Brooke continues to use positive words in the second stanza, such as "happy," "laughter," "peace," and "heaven" in describing the soldiers death and continues to focus on praising England as the soldier contemplates his death during warfare, rather than on the harshness involved in being killed in battle. "The Soldier" serves as a superior example of Georgian poetry, since Brooke glorifies fighting to the death in war and depicts positive images of England rather than illustrating the gory details endured by individual soldiers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="style43" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;邱吉尔：暴风雨前的宁静，是在蕴酿接下来发生的事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-6439524208772041539?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6439524208772041539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=6439524208772041539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6439524208772041539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6439524208772041539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/rupert-brookes-soldier-serves-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-4440537623332507431</id><published>2007-10-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:46:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hand that Signed the Paper</title><content type='html'>hand |"the hand" (line 1) means that a powerful person has signed&lt;br /&gt;a declaration of war. That "hand" has unleashed an army against an&lt;br /&gt;unprepared country. The consequence of this action appears to be the&lt;br /&gt;death of a king and the questionable slaughter of many of his people.&lt;br /&gt;Those who conducted the slaughter were motivated by no other reason than&lt;br /&gt;that the necessary signature appeared on " the paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper| "the paper," (line 1) a simple term, referring to an ordinary&lt;br /&gt;piece of paper, highlights the fact that onced signed it becomes&lt;br /&gt;unbelievably harmful in terms of the level of destruction it has&lt;br /&gt;caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felled| "felled a city" (line 1) normally the word would refer to the&lt;br /&gt;cutting down or felling of a tree which once accomplished can result in&lt;br /&gt;a useful by-product but leaves behind an organism that cannot grow&lt;br /&gt;again. The effective use of "felled" suggests the sudden as well as&lt;br /&gt;complete (and possibly irreversible) destruction of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sovereign| "five sovereign fingers" (line 2) leads us to where power&lt;br /&gt;resides. The frightening point is that it is not simply that one&lt;br /&gt;individual or "hand" hold real power, but rather it is five "little"&lt;br /&gt;appendages/fingers that hold true power. The word "sovereign" meaning&lt;br /&gt;having dominant and independent authority emphasizes the perception&lt;br /&gt;that the power of the "five sovereign fingers" was, in fact, unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taxed| "taxed the breath" (line 2) uses the verb "to tax" meaning to&lt;br /&gt;levy a tax on; charge, accuse; put under pressure refers to the&lt;br /&gt;horrible strain placed on the soldiers participating in the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globe| "globe" (line 3) a spherical representation of the earth ;&lt;br /&gt;alludes to the far-reaching outcome of one man's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sloping| as in (line 5) "The mighty hand that leads to the sloping&lt;br /&gt;shoulder"; slope meaning slant or incline. This line suggests that this&lt;br /&gt;man is tired and worn out after launching his ambitious campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramped| "The finger joints cramped with chalk" (line 6); cramp a sudden&lt;br /&gt;painful contraction of the muscle; this line reveals that the leader's&lt;br /&gt;hand had become terribly cramped because he had been so busy drawing and&lt;br /&gt;mapping out plans of battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand| "The hand that signed the treaty..." (line 9) refers to the second&lt;br /&gt;hand which was able to put an end to the carnage by simply signing a&lt;br /&gt;peace treaty, thereby, ending what was started by the first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bred, fever, locusts| (lines 9 and 10) arouse a feeling of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and dismay felt by the poet in the aftermath of the war. the reader must&lt;br /&gt;feel some kind of anger at the complete destruction of a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scribbled| "scribbled name" (line 12); scribble, meaning to write&lt;br /&gt;hastily or carelessly; these words show that a hastily signed name was&lt;br /&gt;oblivious of the consequences of its actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crusted| "The five kings count the dead but do not soften the crusted&lt;br /&gt;wound nor pat the brow" (line 14); crust, meaning a hard surface layer;&lt;br /&gt;this line refers to how the hand (he) adds up the casualties without&lt;br /&gt;displaying any emotion or willingness to do something to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;and suffering it(he) has caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules| "as a hand rules heaven " (line 15) suggests that the&lt;br /&gt;omnipotent(all-powerful) hand even plays a role in governing heaven by&lt;br /&gt;the fact that he has dispatched so many soldiers there by his will&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears| "Hands have no tears to flow" (line 16); the final line closes&lt;br /&gt;with the thought that the slaughter of people and destruction of a&lt;br /&gt;country was caused not by his mind but simply by a man's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas' poem is an expression of both extreme horror and amazement at the power a single individual is capable of wielding. In the context of how states or groups interact with one another on the world stage , Thomas questions how is it possible that such destructive and supreme power can be exploited by a single individual who symbolizes those in a position of leadership over others. The poem causes us to feel a sense of bitterness about those who exercise the kind of power and influence over many that is described in the poem. Along with a feeling of bitterness the poet is also expressing a strong element of fear. The fear is expressed in terms  of the possibility that the same fearful consequences that befell others could be faced by not only himself, but by his family, friends and fellow-citizens as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;邱吉尔说:失去的永远不会比手上现在握住的多 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-4440537623332507431?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4440537623332507431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=4440537623332507431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4440537623332507431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4440537623332507431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/hand-that-signed-paper.html' title='The Hand that Signed the Paper'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-6648750067819841455</id><published>2007-10-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:34:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say this City has Ten Million Souls</title><content type='html'>W.H Auden does what a blues writer would do: takes a single main theme and makes variations on it, leading to a particularly powerful finale. The theme of this 'song' is the abuse of human rights experienced not only by German Jews but by other Jews and by refugees anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       'Some in mansions, some in holes' - but no home at all for the refugee.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'Once we had a country': now, not only no home, but no country either. In the Jews' case, since the exodus from Palestine in the 1st century, many had, where and when they could, taken the nationality of whichever country they grew up in. From the end of the 19th century many Jews hoped to emigrate to Palestine, but this was not easy: the country was also the home of Arab Palestinians, and Palestine itself had long been run by foreigners. (From 1922 till 1948, the administration of Palestine was British.)&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       'Old passports': out of date and officially invalid and non-renewable for Jews.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       'The consul': representing a country to which the refugees wanted to travel.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       'a committee': officially set up to try to help refugees, but with its hands tied politically.&lt;br /&gt;       '&lt;br /&gt;a public meeting': one of a number of such meetings held in countries receiving Jewish immigrants - there was resistance to strangers 'stealing our jobs'.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'they must die': it is generally agreed that Hitler gave an order to exterminate Jews, for whom he held a lifetime's hatred.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'poodle in a jacket': the Jews were treated as lower than animals - and later the Nazi officials would speak of them as sub-human.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       'fish swimming as if they were free': even animals seem to have more freedom than the Jewish refugees.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'no politicians': the decision to destroy the Jews was a political decision; a decision to go to war is a political decision.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'a building with a thousand floors': copious accommodation? A vast ghetto? An image of Babel, and the many races of the world? None has room for the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;'ten thousand soldiers': troops looking for Jews to send them to labour camps, from which few emerged? Or, later, the death squads sent to find Jews and kill them? Either way, this 'song' arrives at its terrifying ending: the refugees are being deliberately hunted down, and, as the preceding tension-building stanzas have made clear, they have nowhere at all to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;萧伯纳说：宁可独居野外，也不要和固执的人一起 同处一室&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-6648750067819841455?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6648750067819841455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=6648750067819841455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6648750067819841455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/6648750067819841455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-this-city-has-ten-million-souls.html' title='Say this City has Ten Million Souls'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-7043746735617082665</id><published>2007-10-03T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:03:38.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming of parts</title><content type='html'>For those who din listen to wad mr ahmad said abt "naming of parts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;he poem, we first note, is the reaction of an army recruit to what he hears and sees. The first three lines of each stanza, except those of the final stanza, present the instructor's lesson in the nomenclature of the Lee Enfield(an English rifle similar to the American Springfield). It is important to recognize that while the lesson moves from part to part, at no point does it progress from nomenclature to function:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tanza one introduces the piecemeal approach of the instruction;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tanza two names the upper and lower swivels, but without sling and piling swivel A piling swivel (called a stacking swivel in the United States, or &lt;em&gt;Aufstellbügel&lt;/em&gt; in Germany) is a metal, C-shaped bracket, mounted on the nosecap toward the end of a rifle barrel, just behind the bayonet mount&lt;a href="http://www.solearabiantree.net/namingofparts/pilingswivel.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the trainee cannot be told how to carry or stack his rifle;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tanza three takes up the proper procedure for releasing the safety-catch without explaining its purpose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd stanza four expresses the same concern for aimless naming of the loading and firing mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he vocabulary of the lesson is limited and unimaginative, the statements are repetitious and halting, and the cumulative effect of the voice on recruit and reader is one of boredom. Because he has selected only those aspects of the lesson which would appear disconnected and meaningless, the poet makes the lesson appear to have no more significant objective than the naming of parts—some of which are unexplained—of an instrument for destroying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow let us see what the trainee is doing as the lesson proceeds. Awkwardly holding his gun (the branches hold "silent, eloquent gestures, which in our case we have not got"), he goes through the motions demanded of him. But like that of many another reluctant pupil caught in the hour of spring, his attention is elsewhere. In general, it is focused on a cultivated area, "the neighboring gardens," and in particular on one species of bush, the &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=prunus+japonica"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prunus japonica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or flowering almond. The recruit's observations are developed by a second voice which begins after the caesura in the fourth line and flows through the fifth line of each stanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n every instance this second voice is triggered by the manual of arms lesson, but it is characterized by an emotive and sensuous diction which serves to create sharply defined images centering on the blossoms of the seed-bearing plant. In the first stanza the new voice, like a good student's, begins with the scientific (and romantic) name of the plant but immediately reveals its freshness and color; in succeeding stanzas this voice discovers the meaningful shape and stance of the branches (perhaps open-armed or gracefully beckoning), the delicately weightless and still quality of the expectant blossoms, and finally (in an implied comparison with the trainees) the warlike and awkward action of the early bees engaged in their purposeful task. The sixth line always picks up a phrase from the lesson to form an ironic comment which links and enlarges the sense of both voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n these stanzas the poet has made use of two voices, we find, to single out a series of images set in opposition between the mechanized and the natural worlds: pointless task against pregnant stillness; the cold, colorless rifle against the warm, colorful blossom; the awkward motions of the soldier against the eloquent gestures of the branches; the mechanical manipulations against the natural processes. The fifth stanza organizes echoes and images from the preceding stanzas into a final expanded perception for the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/7 poems analyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shakespeare说:上帝是公平 掌握命运的人永远站在天平的两端 被命运掌握的人仅仅只明白上帝赐给他命运！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-7043746735617082665?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7043746735617082665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=7043746735617082665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7043746735617082665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7043746735617082665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/naming-of-parts.html' title='Naming of parts'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-7271304921789694609</id><published>2007-10-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:27:39.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey i got frm a teacher the poem that would be out for lit exam.the poem would be 1 of the 7:&lt;br /&gt;-No ordinary Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-Naming of parts&lt;br /&gt;-The send-off&lt;br /&gt;-The soldier&lt;br /&gt;-The hand that signed the paper&lt;br /&gt;-say this city has ten million souls&lt;br /&gt;-For the Fallen(September 1914)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am gonna try my best to analyze all the 7 poems."The Send-off is already analyzed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shakespeare说:美满的爱情,使斗士紧绷的心情松弛下来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-7271304921789694609?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7271304921789694609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=7271304921789694609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7271304921789694609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7271304921789694609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-hey-i-got-frm-teacher-poem-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-7761571519567241260</id><published>2007-10-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:10:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Send-off</title><content type='html'>found in pg160,written by wilfred owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Down the close,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; darkening&lt;/span&gt; lanes they sang their way&lt;br /&gt;To the siding-shed,&lt;br /&gt;And lined the train with faces &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grimly gay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Darkening foreshadows their impending death at the front - a gloomy image. 'Grimly gay' is an oxymoron - they are putting on a brave face but inside they are apprehensive]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray&lt;br /&gt;As men's are, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[the flowers ('wreath and spray) are parting gifts from their loved ones but they are also an image of death. The point is that the men are going to their deaths&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp&lt;br /&gt;Stood staring hard,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.&lt;br /&gt;Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp&lt;br /&gt;Winked to the guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Here there is a feeling as if bebeath the surface, everyone knows what will happen to them ('nodded' and 'winked' suggest this).]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.&lt;br /&gt;They were not ours:&lt;br /&gt;We never heard to which front these were sent.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This suggests that the authorities didn't want to make a big thing about these troops being sent ; they didn't want a lot of publicity. It's almost as if the authorities knew that what they were doing was wrong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nor there if they yet mock what women meant&lt;br /&gt;Who gave them flowers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{[The poet wonders whether one the soldiers ar at the front will now consider the flowers that were given to them as if they were wreaths and that the women were making fun of them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shall they return to beatings of great bells&lt;br /&gt;In wild trainloads?&lt;br /&gt;A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,&lt;br /&gt;May creep back, silent, to still village wells&lt;br /&gt;Up half-known roads.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Here the poet pictures the return of only a few men who will not be treated with any great repsect or honour - most will die at the front.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The pace of the poem is slow and measured, reflecting its gloomy subject matter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Note the rhymes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不良的习惯会随时阻碍你走向成名、获利和享乐的路上去。 —— 莎士比亚 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-7761571519567241260?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7761571519567241260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=7761571519567241260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7761571519567241260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/7761571519567241260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/send-off.html' title='The Send-off'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-5508568720332441986</id><published>2007-09-16T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:05:30.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why nobody tag.i think now onwards if got ppl tag then i update...haix so sian la..now nth to do..nth to play.i am tired of DAL. I want play dota!! But i deleted the game lyk how many moths ago and i lost the warcraft disc and everything that is need to reinstall the game?? WTF. anyway exams in 2 weeks time.i haven revise yet.and well that day bet with toh wei that if he win me in science then i buy him soccer ball. guess i no need buy for him after all..lol.talk back abt last time ba..i lyk very long nvr post le..and i forgot everything that happen throughout that few weeks ba...except for lejing bday party and the project meeting at zuxiang's hse. zu xiang hse that one damn funny.we play wii then i win him in all the ball games. lol..i got double strike 2 times!!! haha.then lejing bday party,me her and april went kbox at parkway then we bought her a cake.hope she lyk the present i give her..well that's for all. but i really feel lyk playing dota again,especially when the boys behind me keep on talking abt it..can some one lend me the installation disc???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;泰戈尔：可能问不可能：你住在什么地方？不可能回答说：在那无能为力的梦境。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-5508568720332441986?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5508568720332441986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=5508568720332441986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/5508568720332441986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/5508568720332441986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-nobody-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-3858262757277704157</id><published>2007-08-30T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:04:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY NO PPL TAGGING!! Someone come type leh..very boring de leh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday during science damn funny.Mrs Tan was talking then lejing dun understand then call me explain.Then she still dun understand then she shout what the hell u talking about! Suddenly whole class quiet. Then i was telling mrs tan that she was talking abt me not her..damn sudenly whole class laugh..damn funny. An di got back my results today!!! STUPID geog.I FAILED GEOG! But i quite happy for science.SEE below for marks ba.&lt;br /&gt;ENglish-60&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-57 Deproved ALOT:(&lt;br /&gt;Maths-60&lt;br /&gt;Science-74.4:)&lt;br /&gt;GEog-40:(&lt;br /&gt;History-67.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is lyk wtf..i only happy with science=.= and marcus get lyk B,A,A,A,A,A.... walao. sian...now having it lor..damn bored la.teacher dun want teach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;莎士比亚：人们可支配自己的命运，若我们受制余人 那错不在命运，而在我们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-3858262757277704157?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3858262757277704157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=3858262757277704157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/3858262757277704157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/3858262757277704157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-no-ppl-tagging-someone-come-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-4936190308496143612</id><published>2007-08-24T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:12:21.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A BIG SORRY TO JOYCE AND FLORENCE. Sorry for making u all quarrel over the chinese grping thing. really sry sry. anyway today was science test.was quite ok lor.The most easy part of the paper is the word equation ba. then we had pe which is simply very very sian.then we had maths.ms chan was damn pissed off with us.then we had science.mrs tan taught new chapter call the what particular theory of matter. very sian la.today is a damn sian day. thx to that some1 who talk to me on msn just now.That some1 who really cheer me up although what i say make u freak out or wadever.really thx.u make my day today.true.we cannot keep on living in the past.we must move forward.i wonder if that person will come read my blog.but anyway u noe who u are.and really thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;生命的时间是短促的;但是即使生命随着时钟的指针飞驰,到了一小时 就要宣告结束,要卑贱地消磨这段短时间却也嫌太长. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-4936190308496143612?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4936190308496143612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=4936190308496143612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4936190308496143612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4936190308496143612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sorry-to-joyce-and-florence.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-1536322955829736215</id><published>2007-08-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:12:55.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I can go back time</title><content type='html'>If only i can go back to the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would never have talked to HER.That person who made me look lyk a fool in front of the person i lyk.That person who betrayed my trust.That person whom I have trusted over this 1year+.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would destroy the first cockroach egg.So there wun be any cockroaches which will simply just freak us out now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would not have eaten so much and become so fat now!!!haix..Just try to cut down from now lor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would make sure WWII have never happened.SO that we would have one less thing to study&gt;.0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL.I think i bo liao nth do ba.from today onwards.i will end all my posts with a good phrases.U all can consider of using them for chinese compo^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;莎士比亚：“人世间的煊赫光荣，往往产生在罪恶之中，为了身外的浮名，牺牲自己的良心。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-1536322955829736215?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1536322955829736215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=1536322955829736215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/1536322955829736215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/1536322955829736215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-can-go-back-time.html' title='If I can go back time'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-8980113295868306411</id><published>2007-08-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:34:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to the history fieldtrip which is lyk quite boring la.first we go to this museum then inside watching the sound of battle or smth lyk that la.the boys damn funny. Keep on talk and talk and talk non stop.coz very dark mah.then can't even see the fingers so they keep on saying hole hole hole...THen the red light keep flashing then they say wad red light district=.= i think they bo liao nth do la.then nth much lor.until we go to the ford or smth lyk that then fun.first we had to walk up this flight of stairs which is lyk made of wood.Then jj and zuxiang behind me and lejing mah.So they were saying that i better dun go up the stairs first. then u noe wad i do.I reach the centre then i jump.LOL.so zuxiang was lyk"omg! There's a crack le!!!" lol..then in the end after everything,we wait at the lobby then we were playing scissors paper stone.LOL.me, florence, ruijing, joyce and lejing help weijie.Then yisheng, jolene, rachl, sherina, qianyun help cheong jing. So ok lor quite fun la.Today was quite a funny day.Ya.I LOVE today^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-8980113295868306411?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8980113295868306411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=8980113295868306411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/8980113295868306411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/8980113295868306411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-went-to-history-fieldtrip-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-8817088237874468158</id><published>2007-08-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:59:36.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post.Well,u noe wad i did today.I went to I cafe and Caroline's mum was inside so obviously u can guess wad i do rite.I complained Caroline to her mum.Yes I DID complain to her.And meanwhile i dunno wad the fuck is some ppl thinking in their minds la.Me and Le Jing were chatting and eating happily and this grp of ppl.Let me change my words.not ppl.Bitches to be excact.came around and sit beside us.Hello?? Ur presence is lyk nth? I din see anything lyk i say.All bitches have this amazing ability to blend in with the surrounding air.ppl who are not blind cannot see but to my shock,ppl who are blind can see.Well so i guess is the other way round.Read le jing's blog for excact details.And SPECIAL THANKS TO FLORENCE!!! THx for teaching me 2 new things:sense no evil and think no evil.go check out my blog tittle ba..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-8817088237874468158?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8817088237874468158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=8817088237874468158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/8817088237874468158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/8817088237874468158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-5648219970482905084</id><published>2007-08-22T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:50:50.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i will seperate 2 of my blogs.1 lyk wad weijie say,i will talk abt happy stuff.The other one is zhen dui some ppl write one..So let start with the normal one then.Today was quite ok lor.I really enjoyed sitting around jolene and yisheng they all coz they contribute to the happiness of my life.First period was english then i think weijie and florence keep on poking ruijing that's why he ran to the empty table between jolene and me and kneel down there to copy that formal letter sample.I was lyk LOL. I really feel much more happier sitting around florence ,weijie,yisheng they all.Really.Thx a lot.geog is as boring as ever and recess...that's fall under the seperate post.after recess was science which we revise some trasport in man stuff and go through answers for the acids and alkalines. then chinese.Amazingly wu lao shi let me sleep in her class.I was abt to slp then she ask if i finish my stuff.THen i say finish and she actually call me rest a while..lyk wad's her prob? Is she wrong in the mind or smth? THen we had calligraphy and my drawing simply suxs and i dunno why the teacher still put up-.- Then RuiJing go draw wad doraemon in skirt.damn funny.then after that i went i cafe to do my part time and i earned $5.It's lyk u just go there slack around take some order.have fun making ice blend and gotcha! The $5 is all urs! So anyone interested to take up the part time job??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-5648219970482905084?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5648219970482905084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=5648219970482905084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/5648219970482905084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/5648219970482905084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-will-seperate-2-of-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-4739928350019672570</id><published>2007-08-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:25:34.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my seat!!! At least i no need sit beside some ppl who claimed that she is neutral between wad happen between me and SOMEONE. Ya u all should noe who the SOMEONE mean la..anyway today damn pissed of with some things that happen in lt1.Let me get this straight across.I no need to be afraid of seeing you coz i am not guilty to wad i do to u. And pls i dun care even if u walk past me.coz u blend me with the surrounding air.Yes.And i simply dun feel ur presence.Only when someone tell me u walk past then i noe.And I dun care if u hate me or not coz i am definately gonna hate you for the rest of my life.And all those ppl who are trying to suck up.People lyk Caroline.Nice try trying to suck up to yan yan.ur actions are so obvious. And u are bringing across the msg to me that u hate me.so since u hate me.I wun care if ur name is being metioned or not.U are a damn bitch who actually suck up to any side that u have advantage on.Lyk if u cant get anything on one side,u will go help the other side and that's you. Lyk wad happen in Lt today.U "pushed" cheng hui away and go join caresse's grp.I mean common sense la,if they have a choice between u and Cheng Hui u think they will choose you ah? U may say i everytime stick to Le Jing or wadever is it. But i never once leave Le Jing for my own benefits.last time maybe but not now.even the geog is she asked me join marcus they all then i joined de.I am really glad to have a fren to be there for me no matter wad happens. It's nth to have lots of ppl who are so called ur fren but just that one true fren is already enuff for everything that happens. True frens are hard to be found and i seriously believe that u can never be one.And stop claiming that u have a bf.I think u are too despo so that's why u make up one by urself rite.u can claim how shuai is he or wadever that u want.But no one will believe ur crap ok.And ur info damn lag when u tell lejing today that the teachers going to taiwan with u all is inclusive of susan lau and huang cheng gui. And i doubt anyone would want go taiwan le.And yes i noe that if i go no one want to go also.So u no need come my board tag and say anything abt me.And i dun wish for u to tag coz i scared later i have to change my whole tagboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-4739928350019672570?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4739928350019672570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=4739928350019672570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4739928350019672570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4739928350019672570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-changed-my-seat-at-least-i-no-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-947646770333788094</id><published>2007-08-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:24:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congrats to Lejing for getting her internet connection!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway can anyone help me with this question??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 person went to a watch shop to buy a present for their fren's bday.They saw a watch which the owner son said was $30. And so each person took out $10 to pay the owner son.Then then went off. The owner came back and told the son it was $25. So he told the son to take the $5 back to the 3 guys. So the son thought that $5 can't divide between 3 person.So he thought that he give back each one $1 then pocket $2 for himself.But if he give back each person $1.That means each person only pay $9 and adding the $2 that the son pocket,There's only a total of $29. Where did the missing $1 go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can some1 tell me the answer by thursday pls..Any clever ones out there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-947646770333788094?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/947646770333788094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=947646770333788094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/947646770333788094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/947646770333788094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/congrats-to-lejing-for-getting-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-768890156128466517</id><published>2007-08-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:37:09.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only there is this invention that u can see what is in ur brain and can use some wire to connect ur memories to the computer or smth.Then if there is this particular memory u hate,u could delete away.I wish there is really such things.I just suddenly feel so damn freaky emo now. Too much things happen today and ya,hating that gang of ppl more and more.I wish WMX can agree to wad i suggest.Either i change place with that Caroline or Le Jing change place with Yan Yan.No matter wad happen,i dun want to sit with anyone associated with that 2 freaking person. fancy complaining me abt cheating when it's lyk so many ppl cheat.And come on Caroline was cheating for the chinese la..And she go complain to WMX that i copied word for word.Ya she have perfect eyesight can seeeee frm so far.Lyk wad the fuck.dun she feel guilty of complaining abt ppl cheating when she herself did it b4.For god sake,she's just trying to suck up to Yan Yan they all la.And seriously,I dun lyk that fucking words that came from her mouth that the poster to Joyce was to get into her good books.Seriously,i do things without motive.Not lyk her and the other 2. And i am getting more pissed off with her.Went to talk to counseller today and she call me go find her on Monday.And seriously,Florence taught me this: Feel no evil,See no evil and hear no evil. And today P.E was damn funny.Especially wad Qian Yun and Florence did^^ And Wei Jie look damn moody today wor.CHEER UP^^ Yi Sheng also must cheer up!!! I mean u can join in the chong qin trip during the holidays and u will get to see him again!! Focus on the present first k^^ All CHEER UP BA^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-768890156128466517?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/768890156128466517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=768890156128466517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/768890156128466517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/768890156128466517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-only-there-is-this-invention-that-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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-7960503880910084417.post-4110506898941061313</id><published>2007-08-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:07:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end to the PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tarting blog again.but dun think it will last.I am getting so damn fed up with you.AND why does the biotech end in lyk 2days.Hope i tml good luck and see no evil hear no evil-.- Although some ppl are missed and thought of but there is this 2 person who nobody gives a damn too. I means who will think of her.Today when i walked home with Lejing,I poured away all my water on the grass patch and told LeJing that the frenship of me and HER is lyk the water.ALL flown away.And only ppl desperate for water(meaning frens) will go lick the water up. And lyk wtf she say abt Wei Jie.Sry to weijie for reminding u the sad stuff.Just treat that u din read this part k^^ YOU were one of those girls who were in the clique last time and why din't u say it last time but now when wad u have had gone? wad Joyce said was true.YOU are just simply so jealous.And pls doing some crap behind ppl's back then change a face and write an apology letter is so no help ok. The email i reply u is so much longer.In fact.words cant phrase my diappointment in u.I forgot to include that msg u send me.What frens forever then if u are ever mean to me god kills you.So well i wish God really would. But we seriously dun give a fucking damn.Keep up with ur fucking attitude and u will just become the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;Msg to WeiJie: FInally can thank you officially on my blog le!! THX for listening to what i have to say abt HER.U keep on saying cant help me much but u without ur knowing already helped a lot.Sry sry sry for getting so emo that day while talking to u.Thx a lot. U must also forget everything abt her k? Not worth wasting time on some bitch.Just forget everything u saw on her blog.It's just some rubbish anyway as she is lyk an outcast and wants attention from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd also special thx to those out there who have been willing to listen to what i have to say abt her over the past few days-Florence,Le Jing,YiSheng,Rach,Venessa. THX a lot for listening to wad i say^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960503880910084417-4110506898941061313?l=destart2defuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4110506898941061313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7960503880910084417&amp;postID=4110506898941061313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4110506898941061313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960503880910084417/posts/default/4110506898941061313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destart2defuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-to-past.html' title='The end to the PAST'/><author><name>Cosy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443823334802963977</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>
