<?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-8162964085243371444</id><updated>2012-02-11T05:23:25.936-08:00</updated><category term='幸福的平凡'/><category term='Life Story'/><category term='Just Another Story'/><category term='人来人往'/><title type='text'>It's all 'bout FuJi~ FuJi~</title><subtitle type='html'>Regular teenager who looks younger than her real age.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-8251416065739666562</id><published>2012-02-11T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T05:23:25.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CT Orientation</title><content type='html'>I really cannot believe how high I can be, and everything that happened was not today but yesterday. Yet I am still so happy, like some form of joy is about to burst out of me!Once again, I was reminded by my friend's blog that this platform is available for me to express my feelings and views. I don't know why I only turn to FB and Twitter to write about these feelings when obviously their nature do not really allow long descriptions of how I feel. When I look back in the future, I won't truly understand how I feel! So I guess the best thing to do now, is to list out the wonderful things that happened this week.1. CCA I finally made a decision about my CCAs. I was actually thinking about council, but since I promised myself and people around me that I would continue my debate career, there was no reason why I shouldn't. So now, I am joining HACAS, Debate and HuangCheng (or at least I signed up for these 3) A certain senior provided me with the solution of joining a slacker group in Huang Cheng so that I can juggle all three CCAs, which means I can finally fulfill my dreams of being a debater as well as participating in stage works. The last time I ever acted was in primary school as one of the main leads. Somehow Secondary school made me shy again. But the JC environment has sort of inspired me to do something more. To do something greater,and to fulfill my potential. SO the next thing I aim for after CCA, will be FAC COM, which I think is a really fun and meaningful job at the same time. which brings me to my next point of 2. Activities with Apollo"Together we stand, divided we fall". I suppose I never really experienced this , because my HP class in NYGH was never really big, and as much as we are united, we don;t really win many things. But Apollo is like this contingent - alert, proud, united. We thought we would lose war games to Athena for sure, because Athena never has penalty while other facs all suffered, and there wasa rumour the day before. But when I saw ryo and Ongbak on the video (I was one of the first few) I screamed like there was no tomorrow. The thing is, all three facs did not even bother to cheer because we were so sure it was gonna be Athena. But anyway War game was better than I thought, since I did not get a sunburn, and the high HC spirit and violence involved really made it feel like war. But one thing for sure, I know that a real war is scary. Dancing was good and bad. I could remember the steps, but I just can't do it. It's a good thing everyone in class is so willing to help those who are lacking, and our partners are so understanding. Never thought I will say it so soon but, HC guys are quite gentlemen actually :) And that would lead me to my next point....3. A15 Looking back now, I remember I almost cried when I learnt that I was in A15. All the historians in A14, and Gao, And YangLong, and Dinnie etc! But this week changed my views completely. A15 is not great because some people in it are popular, or because we are so funky-cool-everybody-wanna-get-into-kinda-class like A10, but we have these small cool details which make you feel this class is beautiful in its own way. To start off, we do not have an invisible wall. I was really worried at first that there would be a boy-girl segregation. Of course a couple of us know one another, but many of us do not even know the existence of certain people! But the willingness and initiative taken by both sides to bond and know each other is so amazing. Nobody asked us to, WE JUST DID IT! And now we are one class. Then on another note, we are super efficient. I never really realised it, because time just seemed to go so quickly these days with all the fun (but tiring) moments. Yet we came up with a skit and flag in one single day. Not that 414 is bad, but we were never that efficient in things like that. Nobody urged one another, but bit by bit we just finished everything.I did not realise it until we finished them. Then lastly, as much as dancing exhausted us out, we rehearsed and edited he script numerous times. There are always those lines or actions that nobody wants to do, or nobody wants to act, but whenever we volunteered someone, that person never rejected. It was like everyone had some form of readiness in them to do well for the class. And in the end, we conquered the school with our play. BEST SKIT FROM APOLLO! WE KNEW IT WHEN WE WATCHED THE REST. But still, we were nervous. We were so happy, I can't really out that feeling and highness and those moments into words now, (I feel so touched writing this I wanna cry now) but here goes: Me: I think it's definitely us J: Not necessarily (whole class waits silently and the intensity builds up as we hold onto our stick tightly. (IT'S US!) Screamed, jumped on spot for so long, thing: I can't believe the first thing we did together we won so beautifully, everyone stops jumping and charge to the carpet,when Hon received the prize from HON. And then our minds go crazily high and happy and we hugged and we high-fives and we (what do you call it) fist-clap one another! Lastly, SODACHE! The thing I was dreading most of all. Something I used to thing was impossible to do and follow. But surprisingly, when I did it with my partner, and my class, it was all good and fun. Singing was great (but squeezy). Being spontaneous and running around in trains - I guess that's the unique right teenagers have. And I love it. And for some reason, when I'm in this class, everything goes smooth and nice. It's the people and the aura. Everything's fine. I know it. Because, we were high together.This must be the longest post I ever wrote. As much as I try to be detailed, 10 years later, I will forget most of these. I hope I don't because片刻组成永恒啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8251416065739666562?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8251416065739666562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8251416065739666562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8251416065739666562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8251416065739666562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2012/02/ct-orientation.html' title='CT Orientation'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6817737348771183003</id><published>2012-02-03T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:21:56.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation Last Day/ Slippery SlopeToday was the last day, and even though we pretty much lost every game except for the first, it was a pretty amazing day, one of those which went too fast and too much to memorise, but one you don't want to forget. I thought that the slippery slope was a goner, and the facilitators would drive us away. Yet everyone just stood in the wind, with our clothes wet, staring and begging, until Xin Tong came to the rescue and we finally got what we wished for. I didn't make it to the top and Justin slid down with me XD It was like a miracle to me because, I have never tested the rules before, never dared to ask for more. Yet today as a team, that was just what we did. Asked the facilitators to reopen the station for us! Then it was Botanics garden. With the exception of school concert, it was my first night out with a group of friends. Really fun,playing werewolf and T&amp;D(though it turned out rather awkward) and Jay played the guitar (and danced and had gay showdown with Elias). I found a really nice and cute friend too. He likes Mountain Dew. I guess I knew some of them better. But one thing I want to know is why people can be so different online and in reality. I've just met someone today who was really nice on FB but never talked to me (or I never saw that person smile or whatever) in real life. I know we all have different personalities in different situations, but is it just my wishful thinking for things to be the same in the virtual world and real life? Today was good. I felt I as being myself. A little louder, a little lamer, a little more free. That's the first sign of knowing you are accepting a group of people as genuine friends. It is a good feeling and thought, but sadly we all kinda know we are separating, and our facebook group won't last for more than half a year, we would not have anymore than 3 more outings. We reach the top of the slope, but are we bound to slide down? I want this to last forever, but I don't know how much efforts I have to put in to hold on to the slope. Let us have some immersion together or something. Let us meet more often. Let everyone still wave at one another in the corridors, unafraid to say I know the other guy/girl. I really hope OG 35 is an OG for life. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6817737348771183003?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6817737348771183003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6817737348771183003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6817737348771183003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6817737348771183003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2012/02/orientation-last-day-slippery.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-757999070277905618</id><published>2012-02-02T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T05:38:21.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是前一阵子作的一个梦。可惜，我再也回不到那个梦境。回忆也渐渐溜走。所以我要在这里写下这个梦，以后回望的时候，就会记得自己曾经有这么一个浪漫的梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得，在梦里我应该是在一个度假村内。是晚上。我们走在马路边狭窄的行人路，走到一个较为热闹的地方。那里张灯结彩，由各吃东西的地方，许多人就在路边这么吃。坐得好象是那种红色，四只脚的塑料椅。印象非常深刻的是，我不知道为什么，竟让拉着他的手上前，把它介绍给两个妈妈练功的朋友认识。平时自己见到他们，尽量避开。主动上前，我觉得自己成熟了，而且我们两个更像一家人。（？？？）之后我们继续走，不懂为什么这里路旁很多树，灯又没亮，树后面的度假屋在黑暗中显得可怕。原本感觉还好，却告诉自己：不是应该害怕吗？之后就开始慌了。他却毫不犹豫地抓住我的手，带我跑，跑到一个能逃出黑暗的地方。我当时记得，自己并不惊讶他握我的手，而是惊讶自己为什么这么信任他，我他的手仿佛是一种理所当然的事。我看着他，我想不起他是谁，不记得自己怎么认识他，为什么喜欢他，为什么会跟他在那里出现，为什么在一起，但就是感到安心。好象一切早已注定，我莫名其妙地信任他，有种亲切的感觉，我对一切的顾虑，是愚蠢而短暂的。之后来到一些地铺，有一个老先生卖一头牛给我们。它好大，我们各站一旁，只看见对方的头。我求他让我们从老先生手上要了头牛。牛有灵性，在地上还会写字！之后发现店旁边原本应该直接连着另一家店，却突然出现一个黑暗的巷子，完全看不见尽头。看着看着，我又不安了。这时（我忘了，但是以下两个可能性：）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1。他抱着我，跟我说了一些超级肉麻的对白，那种偶像剧里写了观众听了会抖索的那种。他说会保护我之类的。我哭着骂他，这么肉麻的对白都说得出口。其捶击也觉得很老套，但心中却笑不出来，才发现自己真的感动了。原来平时觉得老套的话，用在自己身上时，真的能打动我。（这一木真的有出现，但我忘了几时）&lt;br /&gt;2。我醒了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个梦对我而言很重要，因为它的完整性和逻辑性几乎是前所未有。最重要的是我忘了他是谁。醒来后，每一幕还在脑中，但竟然忘了对方。当时超难过的。希望我将来真的能遇到一个值得我信任的人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-757999070277905618?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/757999070277905618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=757999070277905618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/757999070277905618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/757999070277905618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2012/02/1-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7527138174974211315</id><published>2012-02-02T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:56:59.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚看完一个朋友（或许是将来的同学）的部落格，最新的上载就是关于第一天的迎新会。看了他写的东西，在极其自己很久没有写东西了，不管是歌，还是我之前发誓过要改成小说的故事，最终都没有实现。而我重温自己的BLOG，也觉得自己没有好好珍惜这个平台。他说的、写的、虽然只是我们生活当天发生过的一些琐碎事，但却是我们忘了拍下的快乐画面，加上他最后的反思，令我觉得很惭愧。当初写BLOG就为了成名吗？为什么会觉得自己的生活不值一提？现在慢慢长大了，发现自己越来越多感触，种种回忆想抓也未必抓得住。他的BLOG让我想起了这个被遗忘的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然今天生病，无法上学，结果错过了和大家一起牌照的机会，但第一天美好的回忆却依然在。我没想过我竟然会想念着群我只是认识了一两天的同学。我们在一起玩耍和学习的时间仅有三天，明天就结束了。我错过了一天的时间，但他们没有忘记我，反而提醒我：“明天要来噢！”：）我们玩的是简单的游戏。在星吧玩MURDERER，我已觉得感情促进了不少。为什么天下要有不散之筵席？同一所校园内，我们会再次碰面吗？我要珍惜明天。珍惜我们的时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然不能做同学，但我希望将来我们在走廊遇到，不会像以前一些同学一样，视若无睹。在BLOG这里写上这些感想，我大概没怎么试过。没有拍照，但我希望这些回忆会像这篇感想一样，永远长存。感谢你们。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7527138174974211315?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7527138174974211315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7527138174974211315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7527138174974211315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7527138174974211315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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XI wang you ren hui kan wo de blog, er wo you hui zai ou ran de ji hui xia yu dao mou ge ren de blog. Ta blog de nei rong hui ling wo gan dong, ling wo xiang qi shen huo zhong xu duo suo sui shi, hui jie chu wo xin zhongde you lv. Dan shi, zhe bing mei you fa sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai chalet he peng you chang le tong xiao de karaoke, ting le hen duo gan dong zi ji de ge. Hui lai zai chuang shang shui bu zhao, jing ran shi xiang zhe ren. Yi ge mu qian wei zhi hai bu cun zai de ren. Wo zai xiang zhe ni de shi hou, ni ye you tong yang de gan jue ma? Wo na yi fen mo ming qi miao de ji mo ni ye you gan shou dao ma? No shi yi ge zai mei guo de lao wai? Hai shi yi ge pu tong de xin jia po nan hai? Ha shi yi ge yu wo wan quan wu fa gou tong de ri ben ren? Hai shi, wo gen ben bu hui yu shang ni? Wo xi wang shi yi ge hui jiang hua yu de ren. Yin wei wo fa xian, hen duo shi neng gan dong wo. Dan ta men, dou shi gen hua yu you guan de. Wo ma gei wo de xin, yi shou xiao qing ge, yi xie chong man le ya zhou feng cai de liu xing ge, wo zi ji xiang chu lai de yi jing, dou shi hua yu de. Huoxu, wo xiang ta liao jie wo xie de ge, wo bi xia de ge shou he qing lv you shen me xiang fa, wo xiang rang ta zhi dao, wo hai mei ren shi ta zhi qian, wo yi jing zai xiang nian ta. Wo xiangyong hua yu gao su ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zui jin zai kan PILI MIT, bing xi huan shang le yan ya lun. Wo hen gao xing, ye hen shang xin, yin wei yan ya lun xian shi sheng huo li, he xi li mian, shi bu tong de. Yi wang ye you geng duo geng duo de nan zhu jue, ye shi ru ci. Wei shen me wo ming zhi na bu shi xian shi, wo dou mi shang ta men de xi? Na jiu shi yin wei, wo ye xiang ru ci. Shuo zhen de, wo zui xi huan de xi, bu shi shen meyang guang tian shi huo gong zhu xiao mei, pan you yi ge you qian ren ai shang wo zhe yi ge qiong xiao hai, bu shi yao zai ta men shen me qiong kun liao dao shi cai xiang yu. Wo xi huan de fan er shi jian dan ai. zui hao de, jiu shi yan ya lun zhe zhong jue se, yong yuan hai xiu, bu duo hua, da xin i que shi hen ai wo. Man man de,ni kai shi xiao le, ni kai shi shuo hua. (zui zhong yao bu yao chong yan aba he abu) Ni dong de xin shang zhou jie lun de ge, he ta men li mian de dao li. Ni ming bai wo wei shen me rong yi ku, wei shen me shi xiao shi ai, ye ming bai wo wei shen me zhu ding he ni zai yi qi. Ke xi wo bu neng you yi ge cong zhi ji bian nan peng you de peng you, yin wei yi jing guo le na ge nian ling. Bu guo, shi shang you yi ge ya ya lun, wo neng yu jian di er ge ma? Bu, ying gai shuo, xian shi zhong neng chu xian xi li mian de yan ya lun ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan jian comment li de dou bu shi yi ju zhen xin xing shang zhe ge blog de hua, wo kai shi jue de, ru guo wo yao shi xian zhe ge sha sha de meng xiang, wo dei kai shi xing dong. Xie cheng yi pian gao? xie cheng yi ge bu luo ge? shenme dou hao. Wohui deng yan ya lun xia yi bu ju, wo ye hui deng wo sheng ing zhong de yan ya lun. Shuo qi lai hao xiang mi shang le ya lun ba? Zhan shi shi de, dan xi wang you yi tian hui liao jie wo de xin qing, yin wei ta ye jing li guo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6092737264617391651?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6092737264617391651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6092737264617391651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6092737264617391651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6092737264617391651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2011/12/title-jiu-wei-de-bu-luo-ge-sui-ran-zhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5722341630884900436</id><published>2011-01-23T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:43:27.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firework &amp; Grenade MASHUP (Explosion Medley) - Sam Tsui</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9_IWRuryzaY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hope half the people around you can sing as well as him, or at least you can get 10% of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5722341630884900436?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5722341630884900436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5722341630884900436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5722341630884900436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5722341630884900436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2011/01/firework-grenade-mashup-explosion.html' title='Firework &amp; Grenade MASHUP (Explosion Medley) - Sam Tsui'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9_IWRuryzaY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-4126288783800919844</id><published>2011-01-14T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:39:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has been going quite well so far, but not all smooth-sailing either. Orientation was awesome, I am so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions was tiring but fruitful, I suppose. I was smacked on the head twice by Mr Kaw. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got into WSC, which in my opinion is a miracle and a great surprise. I was made captain under the condition that I can actually control the feud between my team members, which I think I should start now because I don't want a war in the important stages of our training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Nazis the other day in class and seriously speaking, I wouldn't say I hate the soldiers. I suppose someone incited them to commit the evil they had not truly believe in the first place. It's Hitler and Doctor Megele which I can't stand, especially the latter. If I were a Jew with superpower at the time, I would have thorn him from limb to limb. That disgusting scientist. Does he understand that his experiments on the Jews are cruel and stupid, and they never succeed in the way that he wants them to because he lacks the brains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. This was supposed to be a blog post about mum and dad but that won;t come under the same post as somebody so utterly rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I cried so badly that I had a headache yesterday. I watched Who's the Winner and somebody died. Hated the antagonist even more after that. He looks like a bloated goat if you ask me. How can Julian ever act as his biological son? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4126288783800919844?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4126288783800919844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4126288783800919844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4126288783800919844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4126288783800919844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5534459756555048371</id><published>2010-12-25T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:40:11.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I simply cannot contain this bottled desire of mine to write my New Year Resolution and Christmas 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was christmas, but mum, kevin and I had been coolies at Aunt Elinda's new home while cleaning for her, while she seems practically missing most of the time. But it was fun, cleaning that is. I love cleaning. Good workout and made me smell all sweaty, while I kinda like (strangely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strange thing is that while typing this, I'v got Charlie's voice stuck in my head as though he;s reading my blog post out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the one and only Christmas gift this year, from my mum. I gave mum and dad each a t-shirt from HK, which sucked tremendously because mum hated that colour I bought her (shit green) and dad's shirt got 5 holes in the left shoulder (and that damn thing was worth 60+ HK dollars!)Guess I'm not a very good daughter, obviously. I hope I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that leads me to my resolutions for the coming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for many things, and they all require some very big changes in me. I wonder if I can ever do that, and I;m typing this to make myself remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Acquire a British accent!&lt;br /&gt;2. Be a quiet girl who accepts others' views, learn from others and observe others, and stop talking so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve my languages, because that's gonna impact my career. &lt;br /&gt;4. Spend lunch doing sth useful, because I think that being what I wanna be, I have to stay away from gossips and gags for so much!&lt;br /&gt;5. Be responsible in my job as a debater, an ANM member and also a daughter&lt;br /&gt;6. Read, oh I can't believe I have to write this but yes, read!&lt;br /&gt;7. Slim down. By 4 kg, that's important!&lt;br /&gt;8. Fulfill my youtube dream&lt;br /&gt;9. Do not forget my ukulele dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I just wanna remember that I love the show called "Pushing Daisies" and I was listening to Nevershoutnever, and I like Alex and Charlie, who both make smart, witty and british-accented videos on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5534459756555048371?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5534459756555048371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5534459756555048371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5534459756555048371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5534459756555048371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-and-new-year-resolution.html' title='Christmas and New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1552829429220271685</id><published>2010-11-17T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:26:01.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/TOPz_KRwX1I/AAAAAAAAACM/U0ZN3LytNwo/s1600/SAM_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/TOPz_KRwX1I/AAAAAAAAACM/U0ZN3LytNwo/s320/SAM_1719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540540233011978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture Fan Fiction of GCP Taiwan Trip 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends, this is a tale that came out due to a fragment of imagination, a joke and a dream, all added up together. I would apologise sincerely to the characters in the story, but rest assured that no real names will be used and all events are fictional. Because if they are real, we all have something seriously wrong at our hands. Something horrible and unforeseen before in the history of our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story, of a mansion. This mansion is about chasing dreams, of all forms, no restrictions but only rules, rules that at first seem invisible but actually existed all along to bind the characters. It is not fully a tale of horror. It is not entirely about romance either. It is a mixture of adventures and thrill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mansion is big. It belonged to a rich but queer businessman in town. He is queer,indeed, but we will not examine him in this story. How did he get the money to buy this glorious mansion? I don't know. His 'business', is not for people like you and me to talk about. But he loved his family. Why, yes he loved them. I don't know who his wife is, but he had seven children. They lived as seven in the mansion, all beautiful and handsome, young and filled with ambitions of their own. Who they will turn out to be, will be the point of this story about seven young people chasing their dreams and learning who they truly are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be surprised to find out what their dreams truly are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1552829429220271685?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1552829429220271685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1552829429220271685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1552829429220271685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1552829429220271685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-fan-fiction-of-gcp-taiwan-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/TOPz_KRwX1I/AAAAAAAAACM/U0ZN3LytNwo/s72-c/SAM_1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-595099251874085796</id><published>2010-09-18T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T05:09:09.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人来人往'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;不同的争议性&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson拥有恋童僻,LADY　ＧＡＧＡ　对时装的眼光“独到”，颁奖典礼上披着牛排当晚礼裙，震撼人心。哥哥（张国荣）的性取向亦不是什么秘密。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些天王歌后，算不上什么争议性的人物。他们依然是受人们的拥戴与仰慕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson　本是黑人，后来比英国女王Elizabeth还要白，化腐朽为神气奇，说他勇敢面对这种不公平的歧视，靠自己的努力和天生动人心弦的嗓子创造了一代歌舞王的传奇。即使后来他官司缠身，丑闻一浪接一浪，死后一年，他的Neverland前不还是一大班哭哭啼啼的人在献花怀念他。恋童僻？他爸爸造成的，别怪那辛苦了一辈子Michael Jackson！哪来的争议性？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ＬＡＤＹGAGA 那条“肉裙”真够吓人，但她那首恐怖的MTV “BAD ROMANCE”都能扫光全场的奖项，平时粉丝都被吓惯了才爱上她，她也该是下一个Michael Jackson 了。她那条裙是设计师Franc Fernandez的杰作，是艺术。粉丝会问你：“你懂什么！？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哥哥更不用说。已逝7年，今年生忌日本的粉丝不还是折了2588只纸鹤给他？漠视他爱的是唐小姐，还是唐先生，他还是我们的哥哥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些所谓的“争议性”，永远不会与天王天后挂钩。因为他们有一种魅力，像希特拉一样让整个世界追随他们，愿意为他们遮掩一些瑕疵。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber出道15岁，一首Baby在Youtube的点击率现在已经超过2５万。他是一个孩子，只不过提早踏进了娱乐圈，忠于自己的事业。嗓子的确不错，粉丝多，反粉丝却一样多。现在上网看影片，不关他事的影片，下面的留言区还是要骂他。日骂夜骂，Baby的影片也骂，给LADY ＧＡＧＡ的留言里也骂。以笑话来骂，粗话来骂，包罗万有,创意无限，题材不构。骂什么？骂他声音不够厚，像女孩子。“吹皱了一池春水，干卿底事？”狠他的，最终还是上网看了ＢＡＢＹ　５遍，看一次骂一次。都不知道是要发泄自己恨自己爱上这首歌，还是真的对他恨之入骨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在２０１０年的社会里，恋童僻的已经地位不同了。他们的故事值得我们怜悯，他们毁了一些孩子的一生，都怪他们的老爸老妈小时打他们，请你原谅他们。不过，Justin Bieber的声音好象未发育，唱歌太温柔，好听。不过，应该判死刑。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-595099251874085796?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/595099251874085796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=595099251874085796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/595099251874085796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/595099251874085796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/09/michael-jacksonlady-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6522941551092335319</id><published>2010-09-08T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:26:32.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Story'/><title type='text'>Exclusive Interview with writer Henry James</title><content type='html'>This is an exclusive, once-in-a-lifetime interview with writer Henry James. Mr. Henry James is an established American writer who studied in the Harvard Law School. Notable works include &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The American, Turn of the Screw and The Portrait of a Lady.&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Henry James passed away in 1916.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Good day Mr. James. Firstly, I would like to thank you wholeheartedly for agreeing to this interview. Every word you say would be a $1 donation to the class fund of needy students in class 314'10. We thank you for you generosity and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: Yes, good day to you too. I, too, sincerely hope that the lights of heaven, beautifully glorious and magnificent, too shine upon the bliss of, not to mention, happiness of such purity, youth behind books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reporter is stunned but after the momentary shocked she recovers. she realised why the boss chose this person because she knows she will definitely get tons of donation now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: er...yes, movin' on! Mr. James, we understand that 314 TOTALLY LOVED your novel Turn of the Screw, can you tell us more about the story and your thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: The tale, amongst others, spins in a way so unspeakable that it binds the truth of evilness so tightly it bonds with the most extreme of its own, the flaws and lies of an unforeseen mishap in the household of not too many but few, of whom stay to be the centre and misfortune of the tale. The young and willful heroine, or like otherwise whispers the name of the most deadly- leech, is merely a fragment of mine, inspiration from a corner of the broadest source, the universe, and she threads the most unbelievable story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporters: we know the story, sir. But do you have thoughts on it? THOUGHTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: Why, thoughts. The most imaginative things a writer would brew in his concoction of brain cells under the most intuitive circumstances....THOUGHTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Yes sir, we know what THOUGHTS are. Would you kindly enlighten us on what thoughts you had for this piece of work in particular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: Of course, of course...The themes for which I thought of were mostly revolving the utmost fear, of society, and of those who preach they love God and never enact his will or words, to those of whom are needy and are around them. It is sin. The idea of sin is to be brought in by our devil's advocate, the governess of whom the tale spins and is viewed through, in those blinded eyes of Lucifer we see the flaws of whoever hands and interestingly, thoughts of those seemingly unimportant yet nonetheless a weight to the pages of insinuation. The second yet I would say of almost the same importance as the last I mouthed was the theme of insanity, of which , I must say this, makes my pride swell at my skill to let the idea be brought out so subtle and not invisible, to the extent of which the eyes of the customer, would search for and not find, would witness but not ensure. This is the greatness of the words spoken within the omniscient of the governess in her head that she thinks she knows and yet she know not of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: I see...so to conclude that....you felt that writing about insanity is a proudest job ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The reporter is shocked that he managed to utter only one word as an answer. In fear of more to come, she concludes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Mr. Henry, the students of 314 appreciated your efforts to come down and have this interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH launches on to another 15 minutes speech which could be summed up like this: My pleasure, please tell 314 to take care and use their club fund wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6522941551092335319?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6522941551092335319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6522941551092335319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6522941551092335319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6522941551092335319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/09/exclusive-interview-with-writer-henry.html' title='Exclusive Interview with writer Henry James'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-2705580834485875597</id><published>2010-07-13T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:07:47.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Story'/><title type='text'>Herstory_Lesbianism</title><content type='html'>This is a story I wrote and I would never be happy if I don't upload this somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Providence, Louisiana. A town that provided sins for entertainment: fighting, drugs, sex and drinking. I was born there. I don’t think I remembered Dad much since he was in jail since I was five, and Mum too, because she worked almost every minute of her life for me. Of course, she never made much, in a place like Lake Providence. Business was a stranger to that place. &lt;br /&gt;I grew up very much like a boy, street-fighting my way for packed lunches and wearing overalls all year round, tattered and forever dishevelled. I never liked a dress, despite being a girl. They were – a symbol of weakness. Trepidation would engulf me if I wore one. The laces, the flowered fabric were utterly disgusting and a wearing a dress, was like a typical symbol of a damsel in distress, screaming hysterically for help. You are defenceless, hopeless, longing for help because of the trap confining you within…a dress. Overalls were armours to people who had to defend themselves against the creeping shadows in this town. &lt;br /&gt;Yet as much as I hated dresses, I never hated people wearing them. In fact, Priscilla wore a dress all year round. She was, albeit being my best friend, never a fighter on the streets. She was, quite literally, like a character magically lifted from a fairytale – sweet and adorable. Through the depth of her eyes, I saw the light of hope, the love from a friend and something special which I could not understand….&lt;br /&gt;Until I was sixteen. The memories of that fateful Truth or Dare game would pervade my dreams, haunt my mind and chill me to the bones forever. To put it simply, I chose a dare and it was to kiss Priscilla. A light peck on the lips. When our faces inched closer, I gazed into those gentle blue eyes, amazed and awed by the serenity they were giving me, and out lips touched, for a split-second of my life. I had looked at that very same face for the past sixteen years of my life and what it had always transcended to me was tranquillity, a stark and rare contrast between the looming evilness on the streets of this town. I thought the reason why I had always felt so comfortable, happy and…thrilled around her was her aura that could always soothe me after a fight. However, at that moment when I was sixteen, young and wilful, I stared into those eyes as our lips met only to stumble upon a sudden and horrifying realisation: that in those eyes, I found love. That the dress she was always wearing had made her a damsel in distress and I felt the duty to be her hero. I was madly, crazily and always (I just realised at that moment) in love with my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;I knew I could not be her Romeo, because the state has a stupid constitution that said it was illegal for a mere civil union to sprout. However, I never could face Priscilla the same again. I gave her a cold shoulder, ignored her phone calls and most important of all – shrugged her hands of my shoulders whenever she asked me gently, “What’s wrong with you recently?” I had to avoid physical contact at all costs, because the warmth of her hands would melt my heart and I would break down, in alarming rate. I could not bring myself to confess to her because I would scare her away, and the last thing I wanted was to let her walk out of my life. I knew wholeheartedly that she was not like me- warped and confused, venturing down a road society hated and pointed at with disgust. &lt;br /&gt;I changed, erratically. I was even more ferocious at my street fights as I needed a means of expressing my overwhelming feelings. I would pick on the most innocent and unimportant detail of a person on the streets and beat him up in the back alley- the flaw which I picked on was mostly sniggering around me. The sinister sound of laughter and sniggering made me feel like joke to society, because it was as though the person before me knew I was…who I was…and he was looking down on me. It made me feel like complete trash. Strangely enough, I only picked on guys. With every kick and punch I would think that after the guy before me collapsed, I would find the escape to my award feelings. That guy would accept me as merely strong, but never weird. This never worked. &lt;br /&gt;I found myself in a sad dilemma in choosing my friends. If I approached the girls, it would be like feeding my desire for Priscilla on my friends. I would not know, whether it was love or friendship, because it seemed so blur to me at the point in time. On the contrary, guys would just warp me even further, since the most probable cause of my current state, was likely because I grew up much like a guy. So I chose the last option of isolating myself in my own world. I fought, climbed trees in the evening, played basketball, and eventually left for Los Angeles, in search of a life free of God’s cruel joke – all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I landed myself in a ballet school, as a janitor. It was a good job. I could send mum some money back home (I never contacted with anyone else), and I could slack half the time here. The school had a storeroom for the janitor, so I could hide in that stuffy and filthy box when lessons start and I had nowhere to go because the casinos were not open yet. I still could not face anyone even in Los Angeles, but it was better at the school because the tutus were all pink, a colour that Priscilla never wore. I could thus look at the tutus and fine calmness in them, because pink was never part of my life in Louisiana and it was safe to look at it. The sad thing about staring, though, was that it gave the students an unsettling feeling. The girls soon figured out I was strange and avoided me as much as possible. I then turned back to being a silent character in the shadows, talking to God to no avail, and I cursed him for not saving me. In Los Angeles, however, I thought I have learnt to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a tycoon held a concert at our prestigious dance school for her bank’s 100th anniversary. I was to wait in the bacjstage and clean up after the event, of course. The first scene was Swan Lake and the dancers twirled elegantly under the soft baby blue lights above them, illuminating both the stage and the audience. Shock and terrified, I found her in the audience, leaning against a man, in a dress. “So she never got over wearing a dress?” was all I thought. I hated that man, from his lustful smile and misty eyes (staring at Priscilla’s bosom) to his very fingertips which were groping her thighs, with rhythm to such a pitifully beautiful song like Swan Lake. I could not believe this was what became of Priscilla after I left. Her lips, rich and bright lake, a stark contrast to the pure swan swirling on stage, as though they were poisoned, with lust and pain. After the show ended and everyone took their leave, I swore to God that the reason why I followed them was because I was caring for Priscilla as a friend. Until I reached the entrance of a hotel I still tried to persuade myself that it was not what I think she had become. &lt;br /&gt;It was not until the next day, when the headline screamed “Four Seasons: Haunting picture of Prostitute Hanging Herself by the Window”, that my tears fell on the pale face below that headline. Those pretty eyes, I knew, would be closed for eternity. I realised, after four years of painstakingly moulding myself back to normal, that I still loved Priscilla so much that I could die from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got over that thing about dresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-2705580834485875597?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/2705580834485875597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=2705580834485875597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2705580834485875597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;今早上学的时候,目睹了一个很奇怪的现象。路旁的一株大树上，结了一个不寻常的“果实”。它长在大树最底的树枝上，树枝如此幼细，树叶才刚萌芽，那粒拳头般大的果实仿佛摇摇欲坠。这并不奇怪，因为世上到处都有生机，树上任何一个枝头都可能是果实诞生的“圣地”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最令我惊讶的是当我走近观察的时候，发现那是一只爬上了树的巨型蜗牛！我看着蜗牛，努力地粘在那快支撑不了自己的树枝上，遥望身边的风景，暗暗佩服它的勇气、恒心与耐力。拖着庞大的身躯，默默地坚持不懈。小小的生命，却有着顽强的意志力。往上爬了多久，才有此成就呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蜗牛或许是想告诉我们两个道理：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1。 皇天不负有心人。据我所知, 蜗牛爬行的最快速度大约是每小时12．2米。它们利用腹部的突出颗粒蠕动，才能缓缓地前进。树杆凹凸不平，相信它的腹部必定遭受到树杆无情的磨擦，它却依然咬紧牙关，最后登上了高峰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2。 登天其实不难，要留在天庭却不是易事。虽然是完成了登高的重任，但它现在却得想办法利用自己全身的力气，日夜背着沉重的壳，再将自己牢牢地拈在树枝上。无论风吹雨打，日晒雨淋，它也必须坚持。是鲁莽的代价吗？还是另有内情？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若是如此，那我得问，为什么选择了爬上树，却有不继续往高处迈进，留在那枝头上看着你决定离开的陆地，而不肯仰望上面的天空？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起母亲昨夜和我谈天，不经意地问我为什么都15岁了，还整天扮成三岁的样子，老是不肯长大。我望着眼前的蜗牛，才惊觉自己就如它一样，两头不到岸。要是它向前行，必定会掉下去，摔死。它后退，又浪费了过去几天的时间与精力，而且也可能会不小心跌死。进退两难，蜗牛唯有留在原位，永远望着自己熟悉不过的地面。我一直都想成为父母心目中的“完美小孩”，成熟懂事，为他们分忧。但我在这长大的路程上，途中才发现‘成熟’的包袱太重了。凡事要为别人着想、做事要分轻重、学生要以学业为重。‘幼稚’却提供了另一番景象：可以任意妄为、得过且过、凡事靠人、即使知道后果会不堪设想。但小孩子不都是一样幼稚吗？他们又何尝不是世界上最快乐的？童年不又是最开心的时光吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能蜗牛就是像我一样，怕到了高处就再也没有树也能为它遮风挡雨，就中途走歪了，到那树枝上去，眷恋童年时在陆地上的生活。已逝去的时光好像依然历历在目，让我们情不自禁，投入了童年的世界里，永远不想长大。但我们都忘了，自己已经多么大了，童年已成为过去。留在一处回忆过去恐怕太危险了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓“人望高处”，我们应该学会摆脱童年的诱惑，学会飞翔。我们怀念陆地，结果回不去也飞不上，吊在半空浪费一天又一天的时间。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6026433347020117222?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6026433347020117222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6026433347020117222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6026433347020117222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6026433347020117222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='树上走歪的蜗牛'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7879809007755174660</id><published>2010-06-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:34:45.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 5 Part III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们看完他IPHONE里的恐怖短片后,其实我和易帆已经在"避难所"里呆上整个小时了。下课后还没吃饭，就忙着帮别人逃亡，超人真不容易做呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“超人饿了。请我吃饭吧！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;易帆不答，依然在打量这个阴暗的后楼梯处。刚才他看见楼入口处的门上粘上了“闲人勿近”的纸牌，下面还有倒蛋鬼加了一句“以免死伤”。他看着我，好想以眼神问我，那倒蛋鬼是不是。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不是我。是一位已经毕业的学姐。她以前和另一个男同学常在这里幽会。有一次隔班的四眼田鸡近来撞到他们，滚下了楼梯。他以为撞死了人，吓死了。从此这边就有’鬼‘了。我就这样，成为了唯一知道这件事的人。你千万得帮我守秘密，如果不是就将你送去十八层地狱。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话毕，又一片宁静了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也好，因为说了那么多后，这肃静让我惊觉，原来自己是对这一个认识了两天的同桌，说了自己天大的秘密呀！这连夏钟和纯汐都不懂呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后我的“第二个家”，就这样多了一个同屋主了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你在这个小空间里，不会更寂寞吗？”同屋主说得如此小声，我根本不能分辨，他是对我说话，还是自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7879809007755174660?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7879809007755174660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7879809007755174660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7879809007755174660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7879809007755174660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-5-part-iii-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8329602182169930932</id><published>2010-06-09T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:38:17.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人来人往'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;莹火虫和街灯的故事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在伦敦小镇的郊外,有一个广阔的草原，住了一个牧羊人、他的羊和他的莹火虫。晚上，草原上会被一群群的莹火虫点亮，就像天上的繁星，照耀着寂静的草原。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牧羊人三十岁来依然单身，晚上无所事事，便会看爱情电影来度过漫长的晚上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莹火虫时常也会悄悄到窗户外观看电视上的节目。它们对于人类的爱情故事都非常感兴趣，每次观看完电影后都议论纷纷。这一回，它们在讨论浪漫的问题——究竟是激情的爱情故事，还是无言的心有灵犀更浪漫呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有这么一只莹火虫叫大家。大家认为脱俗非凡的爱情故事是最浪漫美丽的。在许多部戏里，大家都看见了伦敦的52号街道。那里，街灯总是默默地站在背后，为一对对苦命鸳鸯照亮着他们道别的舞台。它望着街灯，从此便爱上了它，每一部在52号街发生的电影，大家都会看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于，大家选择了飞到遥远的市镇去会见街灯了。它匆匆地飞过了夜晚的草原，来到了52号街。在那里，它看见了一整排一模一样的街灯。但这个忠实的影迷却立刻人出了自己心目中的如意郎君。问题是，它根本没有机会接近街灯，因为在街灯的四周已经有许多昆虫和游客了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家很失落，飞到了53号街去了。在那里，它看见了更多的街灯。53号街上的街灯，灯火甚至更明亮、耀眼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;整个伦敦中，原来街灯多得是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家回草原去，继续看戏了。&lt;br /&gt;——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实所有莹火虫都像大家一样爱明星。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是大家在恋上一个人的时候不发觉，其实明星到处都是。更好的，可能转角便会遇到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了伦敦52号街的爱情故事，它在飞驰的时候，忘了草原其实更美丽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家以为街灯照亮了自己，但它忘了，自己也会亮起一片草原。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们总是这样，忘了身边有多美的风景、忘了自己也有一份值得欣赏的天赋，就因为银幕上有一个人记得自己有魅力和价值。但也或许是因为只有他们记得，所以，我们歌颂他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Arashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zutto Arashi to aenai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8329602182169930932?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8329602182169930932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8329602182169930932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8329602182169930932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8329602182169930932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/06/5252-52-5353-52-dedicated-to-arashi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3971979134287982524</id><published>2010-05-30T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:39:07.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人来人往'/><title type='text'>梦、幻想与现实的故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;梦、幻想与现实的故事&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在很久很久以前,一个美丽却偏僻的森林里有一间小茅屋，住了一对出生入死的好兄弟。他们一个叫梦，一个叫幻想。他们坦诚相待、互相守护着对方，仿佛永远都不会分开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而有一天，梦发现幻想与自己倾幕已久的现实谈恋爱了。在幻想的房间里，梦发现了现实给好朋友的来信。他找到了幻想打算送给现实的花、巧克力、首饰。幻想对于这一切一切都只字不提，梦感到非常失望，同时也很愤怒。他一气之下，抛下了一张纸条，便出走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梦无家可归了，跑回自己年幼时的住家——梦乡。在梦乡里，他遇见了年迈的村长。村长是现实的父亲，但并不知道梦对于自己女儿的爱慕。村长也是一个法力无边的巫师，在临终前为村里每一个人都赐了一个愿望。梦的愿望，是像睡美人一样——长眠。他不要再想起幻想对自己的残忍，决定一世都睡觉、发梦，希望能回到童年时与现实在一起的日子。只有如此，幻想才不能从梦的手中抢走现实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自从梦失踪了之后，幻想四处游历，希望能找回挚友。皇天不负有心人，幻想在梦乡里找到了熟睡了两年的梦。听梦乡里的人所说，其实村长并没有让梦永远都处于睡眠状态。要让梦醒来，必须让现实亲一下，便可以了。幻想与现实找到了梦，各给他抱了一下，现实吻了他一下。梦醒来了，看见两张熟悉的面孔，正紧紧地贴在一起，注视着自己。刚才他看见的，是在草原上与现实嬉戏，现在却是看着朋友与她一起定神望着自己，表情完全一致。逃避了这么久的事实，让刚苏醒过来的他吓死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的死了。&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，世界上是没有恶梦的，只有甜蜜和完美无缺的美梦。&lt;br /&gt;恶梦，是现实不再让我们作梦的一刻开始的。&lt;br /&gt;幻想其实根本与现实扯不上任何关系。他们之间的礼物和书信，都是幻想自己。。。。。幻想出来的。&lt;br /&gt;但幻想不知道，一个梦，比一个幻想更加实在。&lt;br /&gt;梦对于现实的爱，是更深的。因为梦与现实，其实只差一线。&lt;br /&gt;就因为这个误会，梦灭了。梦灭了，心就碎了。&lt;br /&gt;心碎了，就死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现实在梦和幻想面前，不知所措，因为她根本就不认识他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于现实的父亲呢，他其实就是魔王。他早知道梦爱上自己的女儿，只是假装不懂而已。千算万算，就下了如此的一个咒语害死梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梦根本不应该与幻想作兄弟，因为他比幻想更踏实，更认真，更容易受到伤害。&lt;br /&gt;梦更不应该爱上现实，因为现实往往与梦不一样，大家都互不相干。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~完~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一篇文章献给ARASHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3971979134287982524?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3971979134287982524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3971979134287982524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3971979134287982524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3971979134287982524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_30.html' title='梦、幻想与现实的故事'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6440835777068245113</id><published>2010-05-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:40:56.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>霎时感动</title><content type='html'>其实这一篇《霎时感动》是想在三月就写了，但是自己太忙，又提不起劲。搁了在心底不知哪个角落这么久，那一霎那地感动却是完完全全地消失了。活该！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在唯有勉强写出来，才过得了自己的良心，和尊重帮过我的人。还有一点私心，是希望自己以后能再次会为当时那份感觉，滋润一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事件一：巴士上，我们全班人马准备去参加辩论比赛。PIE塞车。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我头顶上的风口不知给谁摔坏了。当时我正个人弯下身子，趴在自己的大腿上养神。头顶上的黑洞猛吹着冷风，直吹我的背门。其实我是无所谓的，而当时我也确实快进入梦乡，冷或与否，真的对我毫无影响。感动的那一下，是我的junior脱下自己的外套，轻轻地放在我背上。是有妈妈的温柔、男朋友的柔情似水、让我感觉到电影里面的心思、呵护，在现实生活中是能并存的。当时，我是感动，因为我永远也不能想象生活里除了父母，谁会替我盖上外套，怕我着凉。她轻轻的一个举动，是蕴含了她对我的关爱。她静静地，似乎还怕自己会吵醒我。在外套下，我记得我像毛毛虫，紧缩着，感受树叶为自己遮风挡雨时的温暖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了，她是有哮喘病，不能着凉的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事件二：野外生活技能营。水上。划独木舟。晒了几个小时，皮肤破裂，同学（XXXX)，苦不堪言，哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚离队，好不容易回到船只的队形。累了，就自然哭了。停在朋友的独木舟旁，休息。她自己的皮肤好不了多少，甚至比我更糟。二话不说，把自己的润肤膏涂在我的手上。不是一点点。是拼命涂！我默默地看着她，眼眶湿了，‘才惊觉自己是第一次因感动而哭的。是感动还是感激，我到现在还分不清。总之，是令我落泪了。前一天晚上，我们在帐篷中，她教我祈祷，我、她、几个室友，与神父谈天。心里，我找到了安乐，平静。在独木舟上我又望着她，才真正明白原来世上真的有人愿意助人为快乐之本，不求回报。不是常说他们已经绝种了吗？那么，我见到的，大概是天使。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后经过许多其它的同学，他们为我说句加油，也很感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，&lt;br /&gt;天使是份优差。&lt;br /&gt;小小的一个举动，&lt;br /&gt;可能就成为别人的天使。&lt;br /&gt;但为什么，&lt;br /&gt;世界，&lt;br /&gt;依然是魔鬼多？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许，这样才有霎时感动。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6440835777068245113?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6440835777068245113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6440835777068245113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6440835777068245113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6440835777068245113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='霎时感动'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7263080357691947525</id><published>2010-01-30T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:44:06.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>OK, the long-awaited but really short part 2 of chapter 5. I have already written part 3 but will only upload it later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天上课至现在接近吃午饭的时间，总共有十二个人向我祝贺。陶艺社的团友偶尔会成群结队地到我的班来送上一些小礼物。或许他们不想班门弄斧，但没有一个人是送上陶艺品的。而班上的同学（反正大家都不听老师啰唆的）干脆在上课时给我传上纸条。上面写着一些温馨短语，让我心里甜丝丝的。但他们的礼物可惜在我心中依然比不上家人今早寄来的包裹，和MR. MYSTERY预祝我的诚意。正想起他，下课铃声就响了，吓得我几乎跳了起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许真正被吓倒的人不是我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老师踏出课室的时候，好似被争先恐后地来看易帆的花痴小姐群吞没了。人家说丑事传千里，但不知为什么，我们班才刚有那么一个帅哥来报到，学校的女生们就已经连他的背景都查得一清二楚了。这群太过会把握机会的女生是本年度被大家列为“花痴大王”的一班妖魔鬼怪。每个男生若有几分帅气，都会防范她们。所以当我的新同桌遭她们“围攻”，被迫搭讪时，他简直是上了宝贵，但残忍的一课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;残忍是在这些女生故意搔撒弄姿、又向他“放电”，对于一个面对严重JET LAG和疲倦的新生，这叫苦不堪言。我一时看不过去，便出面当了一次勇敢之士。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, really short. But hope you look forward to how she saved him in the end. ^^ Continue supporting ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7263080357691947525?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7263080357691947525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7263080357691947525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7263080357691947525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7263080357691947525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-6.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-348442871955483637</id><published>2010-01-14T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:23:59.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人来人往'/><title type='text'>曰(月):忘了爱</title><content type='html'>这一首个献给张小娴小姐《吸血盟：蓝蝴蝶之吻》里的但梦三。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;曰(月):忘了爱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;音乐：林俊杰的《杀手》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;弹奏出完美的双手&lt;br /&gt;掌握音乐的节奏&lt;br /&gt;表演者微笑的背后&lt;br /&gt;冰天雪地的角落&lt;br /&gt;风霜披满他的肩头&lt;br /&gt;蓝蝴蝶飞上梅花的枝头    寻搜&lt;br /&gt;鲜血的渗透&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许她忽略  她不懂 她不懂&lt;br /&gt;自己的冲动  为她心痛&lt;br /&gt;错爱的感觉  好凌乱 不想要&lt;br /&gt;三角的恋爱&lt;br /&gt;蝴蝶无动于衷  她不懂 他心痛&lt;br /&gt;为何付出换来是伤害&lt;br /&gt;因为爱  没有公平的对待 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双手被虐待&lt;br /&gt;弦上失去了美态&lt;br /&gt;手上的伤害&lt;br /&gt;算是对她的告白&lt;br /&gt;血液来  取代  延长蝴蝶光彩&lt;br /&gt;这是爱  这是爱&lt;br /&gt;对她苦恋的无奈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情都空白&lt;br /&gt;不会再拥有期待&lt;br /&gt;昔日都不再&lt;br /&gt;蝴蝶被冰冷覆盖&lt;br /&gt;这份爱  不改 是永远的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;这是爱  这是爱&lt;br /&gt;没有公平的对待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梦三在暗恋吸鬼蓝月儿。在月儿生命危在旦夕的时候，他甚至放弃了自己最重要的东西——他双手——来喂月儿喝自己的血液来维持生命。结果自己好一段时间不能弹自己的七弦琴，失去了昔日在舞台上的风光。但月儿早有意中人燕孤行在心中，辜负了梦三的爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若要知道更多关于此书的内容：http://www.tkwin.com/xiaoshuo/zxx/lhdzw.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-348442871955483637?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/348442871955483637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=348442871955483637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/348442871955483637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/348442871955483637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='曰(月):忘了爱'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4014565328869230899</id><published>2010-01-03T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:24:34.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='人来人往'/><title type='text'>A New Year Song Dedicated to a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/S0CNwjsDb0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fszw89ZRzds/s1600-h/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/S0CNwjsDb0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fszw89ZRzds/s320/DSC05246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489816707329858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song I wrote for my friend Jolene Loi, whom gave me so many precious memories. Since Jolene loves singing, I chose a familiar tune for the song. (Jay Chou's Bu neng shuo de mi mi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;飞走的天使&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;趾尖已离开了云片&lt;br /&gt;缤纷的彩虹仿佛不再出现&lt;br /&gt;那若隐若现的从前&lt;br /&gt;却在心中依久浮过眼帘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最美的不是天使脸&lt;br /&gt;是我与你故事的每一面&lt;br /&gt;我们的春天&lt;br /&gt;回忆后不想说那句再见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞翔的天使也许越飞会越远&lt;br /&gt;她编织的彩虹或许不再出现&lt;br /&gt;我心中的眷恋  却永远不改变&lt;br /&gt;心中依恋盘旋  你的影子在里面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天使把爱搁放一边奔跑逃远&lt;br /&gt;或许命中的缘  只旋绕这两年&lt;br /&gt;只让我们共对  这一瞬的时间&lt;br /&gt;但过后才发现  天使赐的恩典&lt;br /&gt;还在我心田&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, thanks for everything. Good luck for 2010 and you are the first one I;m dedicating any song too. The rest of the songs for different people will come up soon, ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4014565328869230899?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4014565328869230899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4014565328869230899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4014565328869230899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4014565328869230899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-song-dedicated-to-friend.html' title='A New Year Song Dedicated to a Friend'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/S0CNwjsDb0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fszw89ZRzds/s72-c/DSC05246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-8872972838491855052</id><published>2009-12-31T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:42:13.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Great, i didnt even type anything for my fave festival- Christams-, nor did I for the whole of December holiday, and now I;m typing on New Year Eve. Well, you can say I'm boring or whatever but, hey, I'm gonna play systematic and do a year-end reflection blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so every year starts with January. (Like who dont know that!) January was all about being energetic and thinking school is the best place on Earth, so hooray, January passed ereally quickly and I loved school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was February, Happy Chinese New Year! Speant another great CNY with classmates and we were still worrying how it would be our last together. (Who knew then at the end of the year we were gonna be all upset about separating? who knew that we INDEED separated into diff classes?) And then at the end we were all looking forward to March holiday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, then Block Test was here. Did shit in everything and asking myself why the heck that was the casem was because I got hooked up to Big Bang and became a regual customer of Youtube at that point in time. Couldn't believe now that my love for them lasted for a damn long 6 months or even longer. True their songs are still nice, but I'm glad I'm no longer CRAZY for that matter now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then April came. I;m so glad to say I didn't really fall for the April Fool's Day trick. Problems started coming out already and SIAs were starting to bug all NYGH girls. H1N1 was also a great problem. Everything fun like Debates were cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was rushing for CAP. And looking forward to it. Still into my KPOP craze ( I still am but the Richter Scale is under control for the timebeing.) I was a slop by them, and I dunno why either. I just didnt feel like having a good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was the best ever this year. CAP was something that I would definitely go for again next year. It was like a haven for young aspiring writers. Or wanna-be-writers. It was so fun (listening to lectures too). And well, maybe I can go with my friends again next year! And Yee win may be there. Or even Hazel! And 3then it was HK. I was damn happy there. Buy unhappy things happpened as well. NVM them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July came after my quarantine. Bday. Thanks for all the presents. I was still in the HK and CAP mood. Came back home and startd writing furiously. And those stuff actually made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August. Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I skip the next few months? They are qall on the shittiest exam in my life. I got a B. And I think a C as well. Way to go, Dorothy! THANKS FOR NOT STUDYING AND JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC ALL DAY! And now I;m wathcing this movie on fighting and I'm chanting loser.Can't stop feeling that I'm one myself. And you know what, the scray thing is that I don't feel like changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yay the holiday came and Malacca and the two other debate campes almost took up half of my time plus competition and stuff. And I thougt I did plan my holiday properly but I didnt follow my planning. Which is the stupidest thing that anyone can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I guess it was overall a horrible year. Economy was bad (still nad) H1N1 was  bad, and of course I was bad. But thanks for all the other great stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8872972838491855052?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8872972838491855052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8872972838491855052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8872972838491855052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8872972838491855052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3458634465082167578</id><published>2009-12-08T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long-awaited chapter 5 part 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;四份礼物的生日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢上帝。回来宿舍的时候，纯汐已经熟睡。她的人生哲理有十多条之余，当中包括了她的座右铭——打破沙盆问到底。她的追问能力超乎于常人，不费吹灰之力就能从心中深处掏出自己需要的消息。她对身边的事物人物都了如指掌，所以在她身边的人的座右铭反而变成了“防人之心不可无”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我的防围多年来都建立得廷扎实，但今天认识了一位新朋友，而纯汐对于他的生活非常感兴趣。因为这为朋友可说是无人不晓的“风云人物”。暂时对他的认识尚浅，但第一次出门，却感到一种亲切感——不再是那种无知少女的痴情和梦幻爱情，而是一种朋友在身边的快感。或许对人就如对事物一样，只要对物体的认识增加，那么对它的感情也会较踏实，不再是幻想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话好耳熟呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在哪里听过？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许对人就如对事物。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;糟了！今天是星期二！赴了一个约会却又忘了另一个，受欢迎的女生真忙！（亏我还有机会自夸！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;匆匆忙忙打开了电脑，眼角瞄了瞄墙上的挂钟，知道自己迟到整整一个小时了。每个星期三的晚上十一点钟我都有一位男生在地球的另一边等我在网上约会。其实他是不是男生我也不知道。他是否真的在加拿大某一角落的一太电脑后与我谈天，我也不清楚。但已经3年了，我们也几乎无所不谈。信任的问题，也不应再是我们的障碍了。他的存在没有人知道，连纯汐也不例外。我知道这是很危险的事，但年来我和他之间却产生了一种莫名其妙的信任。我伤心时他为我传来一句句安慰。他心烦时我送上一句句问候。我们这写高中生（他说他是与我同龄的）在MSN中找到了另一种朋友的关爱与慰籍。3年来风雨不改，老地方见。3年以后俩人连对方的姓名样貌还是一概不知——这叫神秘的约定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他今天的私人短语是：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not my day, her day, his day, but yours. Rushed home for it. Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: Happy Birthday. But no excuse to be late for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots say: Sorry, went out with a friend. Thanks, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: I bet it’s a guy huh? You’ve never been late. L I’m hurt. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: o.o Never knew you could be jealous and yes he’s a guy. Dream came true. Remember I told you about Mr. Popular. Yep, that’s him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: If it’s him, at least I know it’s a fair opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: RIGHT. FAIR. I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: You just stabbed me the second time. Late, and now undermining my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: JKing. Anyway, I spent that hour sleeping. Jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: Gosh, you’re back! I totally forgot, sorry!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: I understand. Hot guys come first. Life suck. You know what? I’m already back in school. The girl beside me is pretty for a change, but she hardly stays focus. I don’t even think she knows I’m there. And the class boys are just so full of themselves. And I;m half forgetting my own language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: School’s nice and you can’t expect people not to daydream. WE ARE TEENAGERS.  And shouldn’t you be celebrating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: ? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: Today is the 3rd anniversary, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: =.=”Since you were separated from your dad. 3 years in Canada. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: I’m living at the school motel for a change. Everyone lives there. I wanna meet a girl at least at night. And, I’m not used to an old man beside me all day yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: &gt;.&lt; That’s what most students at my school do as well, live in the motel since our homes are too far. But I do wish both of you luck with being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: For that line, I forgive you for all the hurtful words tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: J You seriously should get some sleep. I can imagine you with panda eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery says: Yes madam! Night. And…HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of pots says: Thank you! You are the first again for 3 years in a row. Sweet dreams ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery appears to be offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当晚我阅读自己的电邮时，发现他送了一张E-CARD 给我，上面写着：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the greatest hands ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3年以来亦如此，他都是第一个为我送上祝福的人。再次感谢上帝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tag and tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3458634465082167578?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3458634465082167578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3458634465082167578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3458634465082167578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3458634465082167578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-5.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1299469534056016679</id><published>2009-12-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:18.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>The PAST weekend (VJCs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eGMkqy2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tkEtEM9DZgw/s1600-h/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412726525204810594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eGMkqy2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tkEtEM9DZgw/s320/DSC05597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way, this is Dinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eF9W6cpI/AAAAAAAAABs/NQlMduVkgBk/s1600-h/DSC05599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412726521120584338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eF9W6cpI/AAAAAAAAABs/NQlMduVkgBk/s320/DSC05599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eFqcNSZI/AAAAAAAAABk/KjUsYXDw6VU/s1600-h/DSC05595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412726516042516882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eFqcNSZI/AAAAAAAAABk/KjUsYXDw6VU/s320/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can't really be as detailed as Huimin, since she actually posted on the day right after the finals while I actually AM DOING it only like 4 days after it. (I do feel bad for it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, can't help it, even if we lost, I am so glad to say that it is OVER! Training was tough and reading up on ASEAN made me feel like puking. I mean, seriously, Association of South East Asian Nations is a long name, and the association has quite some history, and therefore every article we had were long as well. But I think it was still fun and the photos will tell you why. ( They were taken during training when all of us were practising our don't know how many drafts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on the days themselves, it was totally a different thing. We prayed on both days, and I'm telling you I may be an atheist but I was damn sincere in my heart on both days. And then on the floor, it was just scary. I was after Nathalie in the first round and I was so excited and scared and nervous and all. And then my style totally changed on the floor, which somehow freaked myself out. And sometimes I just cant seem to hear the opponents at all, which is one of the worst things to happen during a debate. And when you find no sense in what others are saying, you almost wanna faint. Especially if that person is before you. And trust me, you would think it's your problem for not listening properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess everything went quite smoothly, without any dropping of cards of sudden phone rings or a cat dropping on my head out of nowhere....But we still lost to RI in the semi-finals. Strangely, I don;t think we were really upset or anything after that. Rather, some of us went HIGH. When we went to the restaurnt, I think it was clever of Mr Kaw to tell us not talk about school and K pop. He would regret it if he had left out the latter.Especially when he put his car KEY on the table. And then the whole discussion on diet restriction kicked in. Lunch was great but both Sara and I didnt see when we paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yup, the results were RI getting the champion but the best speakers were dominated by GIRLS. yes, GIRLS. We rule! And after Phobe enlightened me, the results are actually on the wikipedia page of our school website. No names mentioned, but it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to talk about camp and since we've all experienced it, there's no point in writing everything all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love NYDC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Miura Haruma is really kinda hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S. Mei-chan no shitsuji is a silly show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1299469534056016679?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1299469534056016679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1299469534056016679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1299469534056016679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1299469534056016679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/12/past-weekend-vjcs.html' title='The PAST weekend (VJCs)'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sx3eGMkqy2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tkEtEM9DZgw/s72-c/DSC05597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-4231175967878262386</id><published>2009-11-28T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:54:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>This is just a short announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for the next week and therefore will not update this blog for the time being and I have problems with creating a new writing blog so this will remain as a semi-story-semi-life-update-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4231175967878262386?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4231175967878262386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4231175967878262386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4231175967878262386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4231175967878262386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1575360619350351271</id><published>2009-11-16T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:18.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>You're Killin' Me</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna blog about Malacca because I think I told everyone I know or around me or just anyone who would read my blog what happened each night the very next morning in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm just going to blabber about anything on my mind at the moment and anyone who reads my blog would know that's what I always do when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna kill me because I have loads of stuff I need and want to do and we all know that what you want and what you need to do usually can't exist together. And the things that i need to do are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Debate Research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Debate Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Debate Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read the books I borrowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Study for Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I wanna do are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Write my songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Play Audition (with specific to training the song 1 Minute 1 Second by Epik High)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch Kurosagi and Atashinchi no Danshi (again for the latter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously it will be my wishful thinking that I can fulfill all these in one short week. But I am really proud of myself for being able to change my blogskin before going to Malacca as U see, this is my new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, another thought came across my mind and it says please remid the readers of my story to from now on seperate my real life story from the story. The stories I write and the songs are all on another blog of mine which is write-dreams-smile.blogspot.com. Go to the labels for different stuff. Cos I have things like (duan pian gu shi) or (ren lai ren wang) which is like songs I write for dear friends and ppl in my life. They usually have a tune from a famous song and I usually provide the youtube link for that. I also have long stories like (xing fu de ping fan) which I' writing now. So ya, REALLY SYSTEMATIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm jumping to another thought now. Which is about the mini book fest at AMK HUB now. I saw this book called THE GUIDE TO PUBLIC SPEACKING. It was one of the most expensice books there. Funny. SO this skill must be really hard huh!? Oscar Wilde," Lots of ppl act well, but few speak well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be speaking a bit too much. I feel dizzy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1575360619350351271?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1575360619350351271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1575360619350351271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1575360619350351271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1575360619350351271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-killin-me.html' title='You&apos;re Killin&apos; Me'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1095415454973391864</id><published>2009-10-16T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 4 PartII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, sorry for the -o-m-g-so-the-slow-post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时乐凡听到我这一番话，好像若有所思，突然又沉默了。我以为自己说错了什么，但还没向她加以了解，我们就到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一踏进展厅，有两种感觉同时向我突击而来。一是展厅的冷气真的很冷，即使是人群汹涌，还是一样像冰箱般冷。二是后悔，后悔没有让室长早点开车，后悔没让室长一起进来排队。看见这人山人海的展厅，再为见到ROWLING兴奋，也总会有点泄气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从刚才一直沉默的学妹先开口：“前辈，我们还是分头行事吧。你要三本，我要三本，时间为上。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗯，待会儿这里见。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是所谓的Great minds think alike.　其实我也是这么想，但也许这是现代学生的默契吧，尤其是我们学校的活动特别繁忙，学生时间常常很紧凑，所以学生赶时间是习以为常的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样，我们有向左走，向右走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分开不够十分钟，我才意识到我们没有交换电话号码。在这些拥挤的人群中，保持联络是最重要的。这是最基本的，却没有想到。恐怕我俩之后其中一个会在出口吹冷气了。哎，事情已过去，恐怕也无法挽回了。现在应该一眼前的问题为重——在观众席中找位子。我很幸运，就在ROWLING的致词开始前，找到了位子。ROWLING身边是一为翻译员，代表ROWLING用韩语致辞。虽然只出自她的笔，而非她亲口呈现，但可以想象，若是她自己说出那一番话，是多么震震有词！她的那一篇词，是多么的有意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;致辞结束，掌声一浪接一浪。签名会正式开始。&lt;br /&gt;虽然是心头好，但望着人龙仿佛永远都不散，始终有点儿纳闷。或许是ROWLING太平易近人，与每一个书迷都聊几句，拖延了时间。这是一种自我安慰的方式，尽量说服自己偶像的完美无缺就在人龙的另一边等着我。唉，保佑学妹能得到签名吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;痴痴地等、傻傻地等、一定要等，累累也等，无论如何——等！但长龙也在等，等什么？等时间过去？等的我的心更焦急？等到。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终于再次遇见她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很肯定自己没有眼疾，所以无疑那一定是表妹。她躲在柱子的倒影里，长发披肩，一身打扮与她往日的性格完全格格不入——淡灰色的短群、黑色靴子、妆化得很淡，几乎可谈上是没有化妆便出门了。那形象，完全不像我认识的表妹，那个阳光式、开朗、活泼可爱的表妹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊！我太自以为是了！已经足足三年没见，三年时间说不上长，却也不短。“女大十八变”，少女时期的她就算像孙悟空一样72变，我也不会知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我们离开得太快了。实在太快了。现在我在发现三年就这样过去，我根本还没适应过来。好像昨天才刚和她到游乐场荡秋千，原来已经三十六个月没有通电话了。我们最后一次见面，好像是十五岁那年的除夕夜。对了，是除夕夜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“表哥，你好像明年就得升学到高中部去了，对吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗯。。。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“高中很忙的，我们还能常常出去玩吗？我怕。。。。。“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“一定会的啦！家庭聚会不就会见面咯？到时，你还是可以和表哥倾诉、谈心事的！傻——孩——子——”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“。。。。。你醉了，我送你回房间去吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叔叔的家很大，文正学校的面积相比之下，真是天渊之别。表妹一个女孩子扶着我爬上一层又一层的楼梯，我实在有点心疼。但当晚我也许是喝太多酒了，朦胧中只是知道不久后，我便躺在客房的特大皇帝式床上。至于表妹。。。。。好像躺在我身边，整晚就留在房间，在我身边低声说了很多话，我不知道当时我是睡着了，还是像以往一样静静地聆听她的心底话，水银泻地般一一吐出来。我想，我应该是有回应几句的。但这都是从一些模糊的记忆中左猜右测的结论，真正发生了什么事，只有一个人知道。那个三年来努力地回避我的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;这些画面一直以来都在我的脑海中保存着。三年来，我分析了很多次，但还是不明白为什么表妹第二天二话没说就自己回家去了，而且再也没有联络。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我当晚难道是有所冒犯？就算是，大概也可以当面说清楚吧？听那里的佣人MARIA说，表妹当天离开房间后，简直与进去之前判若两人。她整个人好像痴痴呆呆的，脸上两道泪痕，以为我酒后乱性对表妹做了什么。我当时立刻骂MARIA在胡说八道，但这几年来，连我自己也想不到别的理由来解释这件事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她如今就在我的面前。远道而来，就是为了跟踪我。我真的开始觉得她越来越遥不可及，也有点捉摸不透。既然如此，我就奉陪到底，任由她玩这类游戏吧。迟早有机会，我一定会当面和她谈清楚的。一定会！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“前辈，签名到手了！厉害吧！？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回过神来，原来乐凡已站在我面前，手里挥着已签了名的两本书，然后硬塞了一本在我的手里。我向她高兴地冲了一笑，但当我看见表妹盯着我俩时的眼神，我的笑容却凝住了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是失望？是害怕？是愤怒？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这完全是我意料之外的。我之前刚搁在一旁的疑惑突然又回来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到我们在车子里踏上回校园附近地区的路上，我依然在倒后镜子里看见她的身影，而她的视线紧紧地锁在乐凡身上。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1095415454973391864?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1095415454973391864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-3543914051936794772</id><published>2009-09-11T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sqodil9mRPI/AAAAAAAAABc/CsT2fd3WmQ0/s1600-h/img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380145184990708978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sqodil9mRPI/AAAAAAAAABc/CsT2fd3WmQ0/s320/img058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I should have put this picture up earlier. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Like Yi Fan the most :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3543914051936794772?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3543914051936794772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3543914051936794772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3543914051936794772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3543914051936794772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-figured-i-should-have-put-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/Sqodil9mRPI/AAAAAAAAABc/CsT2fd3WmQ0/s72-c/img058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-9096304646816229631</id><published>2009-09-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:18.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I dont know why, this is suppoed to be a normal blog and not a writing blog, and yet ppl only read it with my stories on it. I think I'm having another bog just for my stories, but it will only be there when I work out how to use the functions properly. Now that I rmb, I think I should be using the label function! Thanks, Felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I am so proud to say that I finished maybe like 4 animes, 1 manga and three books from the same series in like 2 months! I finished the following animes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Com (I like the both of them basically)&lt;br /&gt;Special A (hmmm, I like Akira and Ryuu and Tadashi I think)&lt;br /&gt;Alice Academy (Ruka and Natsume! And Naru sensei is downright funny)&lt;br /&gt;Ouran High School Host Club (Yikes, I love the twins!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this manga:&lt;br /&gt;20th Century boys&lt;br /&gt;21st Century boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I like this manga so much, but sometimes it's so spooky that I ran away from my computer. hahaz. But ya I like the ending. I think Kanna went with the detective, hope he can be as pro as his grandpa. If his grandpa wasnt killed, he actually solved the whole mystery already, so the whole series woul dnot have existed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently working on my blog story as well as this anime: K-on. Manga: Alice Academy. I hope the series comees out fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Why am I so unlicky, the last time I went to the library the book definitely dead was still there amd now it is gone. And all the nearby libraries do not have it. Boohhoooo. And the book dead and gone( I think), is on loan, reserved or intransection to be reserved in EVERY LIBRARY on this island. How sad. I will never finish this series I think. Now I got the second book instead of the 6th. I started from the third onwards. Hahhahhahahahahaha. (sobs, going mental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need ta go now, byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-9096304646816229631?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/9096304646816229631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=9096304646816229631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9096304646816229631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9096304646816229631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm-i-dont-know-why-this-is-suppoed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6063568896260218857</id><published>2009-08-31T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 4 part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你。。。。。”&lt;br /&gt;“你。。。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一是安静得能听见她的呼吸，二是齐声开口打破这可怕的宁静，是一种所谓的“不约而同”。乐凡见状，不像我一般对这种情况陌生而愣住，反而是眯眼傻笑。她的笑声像断断续续的铃声、脸蛋像渐渐绽放的花朵——红云浮现在皮肤上，很可爱。在前辈面前，放下所有矜持、害羞的一面，我是多么的感激。我被她的笑声感染，一起在座位上呵呵大笑。自我唯一的表妹升了中学后，就再也没有女生陪我一起放任、放律、放胆地笑了。她的笑声不知唤醒多少回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是不“笑”不相识，笑饱了之后好像感觉彼此的距离又拉近了些。我们的语言障碍通过一些“非语文的声音”排除，之后的时间，终于可以松弛一下刚才绷紧的肌肉。与乐凡谈天是一件易事。除了ROWLING，还有我们班上的趣事；我们年龄的差异让我们对彼此班上的事物、人物都有莫大的兴趣。她对前辈的校园生活陌生、好奇，我对学妹的日常所见所闻吸引住，被她与同学们的相处之道勾起了许多以前与她同龄时的美好时光。加上女孩子的消息特别灵通，尤其是乐凡的同房朋友纯汐更是八卦兼长舌妇；听说每天像新闻报道般向乐凡逐一诉说校园大大小小的事件。要不是乐凡告诉我纯汐每天必须花一小时才能将关于我和夏钟的最新消息讲完我也从来不知道自己的绯闻那么多姿多彩，那么丰富！绯闻也算了，更恐怖的还有上百个外号！乐凡她念起来像背书一样，十根手指都数完了，还没完没了的，真是吓人。大部分的超花痴、少数的便很白痴、有的甚至太愚痴，总之都是让我作呕的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“那些都是你的FANCLUB挨更抵夜为你想出来的，有的确实很老套，但一番心意，每个都是经过精挑细选后才拿来共用的呢！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有点啼笑皆非。这份好意，我心领咯！那么多人在背后支持我、仰慕我、爱戴我，我该多么高兴呀？但不。来到了FANCLUB的地步，简直是有侵略性地迷恋我！不是很变态吗？听乐凡说后更是毛骨悚然，FANCLUB的团员数目占据全校90%的学生，当中有2598名是女生。每逢星期六下午聚会。每当篮球季开始会面的时间更为频密，都是为了“加油布条”和啦啦排练等等为我打气。我生病请假的时候，他们就会分组买花、送卡、献果篮，和学生随时候命若一发现我有什么急切的需要，，便会奋不顾身地为我找来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“厉害吧？是随传随到呢，少爷！哈！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“还说！我的自由根本是被淹没了！是24小时的监视呀！不是闹着玩的！以后我要脱离这些四面八方的埋伏，都不知道怎样是好。。。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时乐凡听到我这一番话，好像若有所思，突然又沉默了。我以为自己说错了什么，但还没向她加以了解，我们就到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6063568896260218857?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6063568896260218857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6063568896260218857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6063568896260218857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6063568896260218857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-4-part-2-rowling-fanclub.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8333682527639136491</id><published>2009-07-23T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know. This is super short...Ain't it? But I really have no time for the timebeing. So I will just upload this latest one. And I think it will be until after Blocktest that you see the next enetry, unless some miracle occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔术世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天乐凡特别容光焕发，身穿牛仔裤和一件笑脸的T-shirt，“兴奋”二字仿佛划过她的额头。看见她在大堂一旁等我，坐下时身边靠着ROWLING的七本书，手指在书面上打着节奏，应该都等得发霉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“对不起，迟了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她回笑，露出两点酒窝。她望着我，那对充满活力、童真的眼睛在催促我——帮她把那叠书拿到车上。她在背后跟着我上车，所以她的表情我没看见。我知道身后有多少女孩子注视着我俩，对于这些只会想歪的肤浅少女，我不必多加理会。只希望她们不影响乐凡就行了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“金室长，开车吧。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间依然在跑。一分钟后，又一分钟。我们沉默不语，已经整整十分钟了。心里莫名其妙地在翻腾着，脑里拼命搜索着一些话题，却都很无聊。我心知，这车程至少也得一个小时，这么冷清下去是多么尴尬！我自问也不是一张讨厌、可怕的脸吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次是第一次那么主动约女孩子一起出门，或许是我的唐突误事了？毕竟两人除了喜好一样外，真的是两个不同世界偶然相遇的陌生人。在地球上我一路向左走，她向右走，终于在终点，也就是原点相遇。而在反方向前进的时候经过同一个乐园，拾起了同一束花，之后邂逅，发现对方喜欢同一种芬芳。全球人口七亿，萍水相逢。终于找到了知音，却不知如何开口当个朋友。现在两个坐得那么近，却可以不语。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for any wrong words, didnt have time to check. Really tired. Hope you like it. And yee Win, dun take my book for spoilers!!&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8333682527639136491?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8333682527639136491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8333682527639136491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8333682527639136491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8333682527639136491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8652930108103502025</id><published>2009-07-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long awaited chapter 3 part II. Sorry for the lateness but the editting made me go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“乐。。。。。乐凡！喂！”我耳边响起一把熟悉的声音，回首只见倞灏前辈从人海中挣扎着，仿佛想向我的方向前进。我有点费解，依旧原地站着。前辈费了九牛二虎之力，才脱离了汹涌的“人浪”，面对着我。我惊讶除了是因为我们的距离只有一米之内外，也是因为他找的人竟然是我。他背后的女生每个脸上都印着不爽的字眼，怒视着我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哦，倞灏前辈！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗨！（气喘吁吁的）其实没什么，只不过想知道下个星期二ROWLING在首尔的签名会你有没有兴趣一起出席？”他一脸焦急、兴奋、期待，表情难以捉摸，脚跟不知不觉地动着，等待我的答案。我却是一时呆住了，加上同学们的惊讶不已和凶神恶煞的眼光，我就语塞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我。。。我。。。不知道在哪里。”支支吾吾地总算吐出一句话。我不好意思地低下头，他却不语，弯下身子来正视着我（我也有168cm的哦！大概不属于矮吧？不习惯如此的沟通方式。。。。。）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不要紧，脚车搁在宿舍吧！星期二大堂见，我会来载你的。还有，你好像有点憔悴，多休息！”他说完，脸上露出那种足以融化在场任何人的灿烂笑容，我心跳直升，他的脸庞就有4寸之距离，他的呼吸我亦可聆听得清清楚楚，周围的喧嚷也顿时静下来。我只会心里催使自己镇定，但有少许力不从心。我硬硬地点了点头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他走了。看似廷匆忙的，跟后还有一群依依不舍的花痴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现场的围观者也散了。只剩下一个再也熟悉不过的人——夏钟。她注视着我，眼神是嫉妒、憎恨、羡慕、高兴、还是失望？那对炯炯有神的褐色亮眼望着我，使我有点迷茫、害怕。我当时百感交集，还来不及开口，夏钟便转身回到自己的课室去了。望着她的背影，我有点不知所措。她，是生气了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女生们的眼光渐渐转为好奇、难以置信。有的像在打量着我。浑身不自在，我便回到座位上。睡意消失得无影无踪，我就呆坐着，等待上课铃声将我从这无名时空拯救出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叮叮叮~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钟声震耳欲聋，张老师也如往常一样，准时踏进课室，却带着一位陌生，穿着校服的男生在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于那位男生是谁，我不知道。也没有知道。当他在自我介绍时，我在我的内心世界里流浪。同学们的窃窃私语在我的耳边嗡嗡作响，我在烦恼中浸透，脑里每一个细胞都停止了运作。刚才夏中最后的眼神令我坐立难安，表情可说是七情上面。另一边厢，倞灏突然在我生活的书页冒出来，印下一句句难忘的话，一张张迷人的表情，我又想拾笔完成这篇有少许希望萌芽的爱情故事。我知道那是八划没一撇，也可能使我一厢情愿，但十五二十情窦初开的感觉却如泉涌。但友情的指尖在钢线上，时时刻刻欲堕，在以脆弱的本性威胁着我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我和夏种又何止朋友呢？简直是超越凡人能联想的关系! 她逛街时，我就是她的女佣、帮她拿战利品；有时当兼职时装顾问，凭我艺术家的独特眼光帮她选购；男孩子想约她出去，就得先来我这个登记处；她烦恼时我就是她的聆听者。仅此。我就像一朵云，可以千姿百态。而她在我的生日时，总会送一些有趣的书籍给我; 衣服换季的时候，就会送一些犹如原封不动的名牌给我或在光州的妹妹。我们就像蛭一样，吸取对方血液里的精华，互补不足。但就一定不会是朋友。她的出名让我从隐形人的阶级晋升成“夏钟的朋友”。至少我终于在别人（陶艺社团员除外）是存在的。而我总觉的她是在利用我当强烈的对比，来突显自己的优点。而这种待遇，我相信夏钟在校内不止我一个，听闻与她同班的善蒂（Jan-Di）也是一样。只不过她含着金钥匙出生，不需要夏钟给予我的种种礼物和好意罢了。她为人嚣张、典型花痴、贪慕虚荣、喜欢利用夏钟的知名度来生存，与男生交往。她们之间的，旁人一看，就知道是一种利益均沾的关系。至于夏钟从她身上能得到什么好处，我真的难以想象。她常常处于冷漠与热情之间，我通常都不过问她的事，所以感觉上总是很疏远。但与她相处倒不错，因为她不是那种仗着势力横行霸道的人，有时还真的很关心我和家人。可喻为“爱屋及乌”吧？我唯一能为她做的，就是在功课方面帮帮她，因为那是我唯一胜过她的一点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友是不会那么遥不可及的、不会对对方的生活那么一概不懂的。她，是我的朋友吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也因为在这种复杂、没有安全感的关系下，倞灏的主动更让我感到奇怪。我一向是专业的透明人，突然我的梦中那高不可攀的情人来约我出去，我实在一时不知所措。这种热情的待遇，除了纯汐之外，真的没有别人了。这是一种我渴望的友好关系，即使爱情故事不被涉入当中，也大概足够、满足了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想通了整件叫人头疼的关系网络，我也终于回过神来。只见一天就这样飞驰而过，放学时间到了。我瞧瞧墙上的挂钟已三点半，才发现自己应该正往陶社前去——今天有课外活动啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但正要离开时，发现旁边凌空已久的座位竟然有书本，还是新的！我问问坐在前面的同学，她反而疑惑地瞪着我，道：“不是吧？易帆那帅哥坐在你身旁一整天，你竟然可以不知道？”那同学转了过去，自己喃喃自语，我好像听到什么“身在福中不知福”之类的。原来刚才那转校生就是我的新同桌啊？怎么没打招呼之类的呢？而且他的名字好像在哪儿听过。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到陶艺社时，我已经忘了易帆，因为陶艺室就像我的第二个家一样。回到自己的家，无论忧愁、烦恼、疑惑、焦虑都会灰飞烟灭。加上因为匆忙，我当时的样子狼狈不堪，在尊敬我的陶艺社团员面前，我只想着自己的形象。幸好还有十分钟才四点开课，工作室里一个人也没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;工作坊比一般的课室大两倍。它的制造是通过联合两间课室，再将中间隔开的墙里开一扇门而成。在没有灯光的照耀下，两边的房间都是一片泥色，只有房间的中央被窗外斜照进来的光线显得明亮。两个房间相比，一个是乱七八糟的工作坊，一个是整整齐齐的陈列室。里头四壁皆用上等酸枝制造陈列柜。柜里陈列着大大小小、各式各样的作品，每件均精雕细琢，鬼斧神功。不是想炫耀，但我在杂志上被列为“杰出青年艺术家”的报道也在这里收藏了一本。虽然如此，但除了陶艺社的人之外，全校学生对陶艺界的知识、消息，几乎能比喻为“陶艺白痴”，所以我在学校的知名度，只限于这间房。可是，眼见倞灏和夏钟这种明星般的生活，我倒不觉得有什么了不起——他们俩的自由已经被全校剥夺，时时刻刻被人监视着，多可怜！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这房间里，我有一个私人角落，每当我伤心、落泪、沮丧、愤怒、总之是需要私人空间时，我都会到那角落去。那是在陈列室的其中一个角落，陈列着一件很精致的粉红色茶具。它出自苏教练的巧手。记得在我两年前扭伤了手腕后的黑暗日子里，他曾经告诉我：“乐凡，你是一个不可多得的天才。但你要知道天才也必须休息。只要你将感情与陶瓷一起混进，你就会了解，这些皮外伤并不重要——”也在那时，我第一次注意到这套不显眼的茶具。“看这茶具，是教练做的。三年前，我的妻子在车祸中去世了，我以为永远也不会从这无底洞出来，陶瓷也不做，像个废人般混日子。但最后我醒悟了，为她做了这茶具，纪念着她。她生前喜欢喝茶，喜欢粉红，我就根据她的喜好做出自己一生中最满意的作品。当你将来能把感情放进自己的作品里，拥有了自己最满意的陶瓷时候，你就会知道，今天若你半途而废的话，就会错过这一切。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这陶瓷见证着我的手康复，我团火重燃，我再次站起来。它蕴藏着教练的爱与泪水，我的坚持与感动，所以每当难过时，就坐在一旁看着它，从精美的手艺中寻找慰籍。没有人知道我这怪癖，所以这里是我的暖窝。有时真能在这里呆坐几个小时才回宿舍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天却已经有人捷足先登了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他坐在同一个角落，欣赏着那茶具。我心里有高兴，却也有说不出的愤怒。很高兴有知音，一样钟情于这佳作，但这是我的小宇宙，我不允许别人与我共有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他正看得入神，不发觉我在一旁怒视着他。这人头发黑浓，整齐中带点凌乱，留海刚好遮住右眼角，廷酷的。他的脸——像艺术品一样，仿佛有人能如此巧夺天工，将这作品精雕细刻，令人神往。他的眼身让我感觉到他的空虚，好像很平静，但很忧郁似的。可惜，一件完美无缺的艺术品现在占据的是本人的领土，就算是倞灏前辈也无可赦免！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“对不起，不是陶艺社的人，免进。”我连自己也吓了一跳，因为语气中掺了一份社长的威严，也有一点不客气。原来自己也能那么凶啊！看来那男生该会知难而退吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他一时回过神来，却镇定自若，头也不回的说：“转校生，叫苏易帆。已经报名了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多么嚣张无理。哼——本小姐可是社——易帆？我。。。我的同桌易帆？难怪那么没礼貌，早上没向我打招呼算了，现在还是那样！靠那张小白脸就了不起吗？以为我会像别人一样为你神魂颠倒？妄想！但总是在哪里听过他的名呢。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***两年前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“教练，谢谢你！我。。。。。明白了！但我想问——”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗯？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你不是说你的儿子，你那与我同龄的儿子很乖巧的吗？为什么他没有留在你身边扶持你？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们俩之间之后的沉没令我很尴尬。我大概是过火了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“对不起——”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不。易帆他的确没有在我身边。他是很乖，很懂事。但从小沉默寡言；他总日沉浸在音乐和陶瓷里，是个经典的四次元。他本来有点儿改善了，和我们的关系很融洽，之后还交了一个要好的朋友。但三年前的车祸带走的，就是他母亲和朋友的命！他那时才十二岁，你叫他怎么承受？他之后更沉默，之后终于接近崩溃的地步，我便把他送到加拿大深造，离开这伤心地。等他高中时，就会回来。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脆弱的小心灵，在脸上依旧清晰可见。原来这就是教练的四次元儿子易帆。别怪他，四次元就是如此。像目中无人，其实是在自己的第四时空里面游荡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 4 part I, 魔幻世界的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8652930108103502025?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8652930108103502025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8652930108103502025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8652930108103502025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8652930108103502025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-awaited-chapter-3-part-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1786684797052698125</id><published>2009-07-11T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 3 Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;易帆 （II Sung）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唔唔唔~唔唔~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“拍！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“啊！干吗了你，疯啦？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你才疯呢！昨晚回来有笑眯眯的，发梦又说梦话！现在都七点了，还不用枕头打你，你愿起床吗！？整天看书，幻想自己是公主，乐凡，醒醒吧！上学咯！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉，昨天的奇遇之后，我就有点儿神智不清。跟我谈天的，不就是我的梦中情人具倞灏？他的谈吐、言行举止、发人深省的话题，通通都像一个梦、自己的幻觉，实在太完美了。我开始怀疑，自己的想象力果然丰富了。但在文正高中，平凡人没资格发梦，只须安分守己。这里的阶级观念，很重。在校内要生存，就要随时提高警惕、慎言，最大的禁忌就是得罪任何一位像夏钟的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我快迟到了，一时手忙脚乱，穿了校服就踏着脚车向学校迈进。累死人了，幸好淳汐（Chun-Hee）把我从睡梦中猛然叫醒，若不可能会昏迷一天一夜！纯汐这总角之交，不愧是好同乡、好同房，在学校里，她就是我最能依赖的人；我们的友谊十年以来一样坚韧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯，还没自我介绍，我是乐凡；金乐凡。现在就读文正高中部中三二班，是陶艺社社长。我的成绩不错，不过知名度中等。我钱财美貌尽无，而在这里天才型的人除非很漂亮、或超富有，不然地位不高。我总是觉得这都是我的名字害的。我的平凡让我在学校里过得平平无奇，像一潭死水，石头丢进去也不会起涟漪，我焉能快乐？平凡和快乐，是永远不能作伴的！我的名字就像猪八戒配朱丽叶——错配！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我低着头走到课室，免得同学拿我昏昏欲睡的脸当笑话。反正还有半个小时才正式上课，时间多得是，干脆在班上再睡一会儿，顺便发完我的春秋好梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是到了课室门口时，我却不能进去。不是门锁了，是被堵塞了！原因——一半疯狂的女生在围着倞灏前辈。尖叫声散播整个走廊，她们的攻势如此宏观，倞灏即使在高，也还是被人群埋没。我无能为力，只可以站在旁边等待进课室，但恐怕会等待良久——因为四面八方还有更多女孩子的到来。旁观者一看，就知道这次倞灏前辈凶多吉少了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“乐，乐凡！喂！”我耳边响起一把熟悉的声音，回首只见倞灏前辈从人海中挣扎这，仿佛想向我的方向前进。我有点费解，依旧原地站着。前辈费了九牛二虎之力之力，才脱离了汹涌的“人浪”，面对着我。他背后的女生每个脸上都印着不爽的字眼，怒视着我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“哦，倞灏前辈！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗨！其实没什么，只不过想知道下个星期二罗玲在首尔的签名会你有没有兴趣一起出席？”他一脸焦急、兴奋、期待，表情难以捉摸，脚跟不知不觉地动着，等待我的答案。我却是一时呆住了，加上同学们的惊讶不已和凶神恶煞的眼光，我就语塞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我。。。我。。。不知道在哪里。”支支吾吾地总算吐出一句话。我不好意思地低下头，他却不语，弯下身子来正视着我（我也有168cm的哦！大概不属于矮吧？不习惯如此的沟通方式。。。。。）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不要紧，脚车搁在宿舍吧！星期二大堂见，我会来载你的。还有，你好像有点憔悴，多休息！”他说完，脸上露出那种足以融化在场任何人的灿烂笑容，我心跳直升，他的脸庞就有2寸之距离，他的呼吸我亦可聆听得清清楚楚，周围的喧嚷也顿时静下来。我只会心里催使自己镇定，但有少许力不从心。我硬硬地点了点头。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1786684797052698125?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-1979685160354967663</id><published>2009-07-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:37:05.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 2: 知音&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“倞灏，先走咯！”看着汗流浃背的队员们一个个离开球场，又有一阵阵突来的空虚感。今天吴教练不知发什么疯，先罚伏地挺身100个，围着球场跑了二十圈，传球基本功一小时，再来一场友谊赛。累垮了，却因为205攻势欠佳而又吃了一个小时练习时间才能回宿舍。真想立刻就在球场上睡觉，直到明天上课！无论如何，这一季的篮球总决赛一定要夺军，否则就白练了一天！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我心中现在的纳闷，却不是因为身躯的疲劳所导致的。不是疲劳的痕迹，而是一个我不愿接受的事实。虽然我在学校内的知名度高人一等，先是篮球队队长，再来一个无聊的“校草”之封，也是学校母语报刊社的副编辑，真可笑。但无论平时女孩子如何向我死缠烂打，男生如何称兄道弟，我却没有一个真正的好朋友。在场上不管曾怎样一起共度难关，嘻嘻哈哈，一瞬间又能回到原本的寂静。一个有名的人就必须孤单、放弃友谊吗？没有资格快乐吗？在众人之中称人中之龙，却能感到那么孤单的感觉，是多么滑稽。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人在更衣室里自己徘徊，好像有点傻。难道要让自己更孤单，更难受？我立刻背起书包，换上便衣，踏上回宿舍的路上。可今天实在是筋疲力尽，搭夜车回宿舍，也不算过分吧？省得一个小时的时间呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巴士站在不远处，晚上到处黑漆漆的，在亮得异样的街灯下，它显得有点儿恐怖，令我毛骨悚然，加上车站空空的，只有一个女孩的踪影可见。她还穿着高中校服，应该与我同龄。原本我最近看见女生就跑（为避免她们的痴缠），可是今天力不从心、无能为力，只好带着沉重的脚步走上前，心里默默准备待会儿如何应付她的袭击。但非常庆幸，她正聚精会神地看书。是一本1995年的日本作品，《厨房》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你也喜欢吉本芭娜娜的作品呀？《厨房》的节奏虽然有点儿慢，但是故事总体而言是廷温馨的。但由于节奏问题，欣赏的人不多哦！。。。。。”我就这样忘我地继续讲了下去，放下了任何的戒备防范，连珠炮似的讲出了自己对书的观点看法，五分钟车还未来，我便一直讲下去，疲劳也忘了。我对书的着迷，的确有点偏激。&lt;br /&gt;“嘘！别人看书在一旁叽叽喳喳，你很烦也！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她看也没看我一眼，依然被自己手里捧着的书吸引住。我被他的批评吓得止住了话。在校园里，虽然我不是什么皇室贵族、公子哥儿，不要求什么，但也不习惯这种回应的语气。因为只有争先恐后听我声音的人，而没有喝止我说话的。这是第一次。我好好地打量这位姑娘；乌黑长发、流海梳在一边，路出一对明亮，向隐藏很多故事的慧眼。百里透红的脸蛋、合格的身材，背着有些脱色的背包，绝对在文正高中这种精英学校里不会显眼。但印象却似曾相识。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你是——”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“想要夏钟的电话号码还是电邮地址？送了花吗？规矩如此，得她批准我才能告诉你。班级、姓名？”她仿佛背下了一篇台词，滚瓜烂熟。太常用了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“高中部三六班。。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“嗯。。。。。”依然头也不抬津津有味地读着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“具倞灏同学。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻轻“铺”的一声，她掉了那本书，投了我一眼，有匆匆忙忙将它拾起。她似乎很紧张这本书，一捡起来便拼命有袖子擦书面上那丁点儿污迹。她一边埋头苦“擦”，一边道：“刚才不好意思，倞灏前辈！要夏钟的联络资料早说吗！不必卖关子！我就给你抄下来，等——”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“不需要！纯粹抛一下书包而已！哈哈哈。。。。”真是的，早知道就安安静静地等巴士吗！把气氛弄的那么尴尬。哎！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她终于正面望了过来，神情有点儿惊讶，表情告诉我第一次拒绝夏钟联络资料的人非我莫属。但还是道：“我完全了解。看来前辈对吉本的书有相当的认识，我真是获益匪浅！其实我的挚爱并非这为女士的作品，而是另有其人。这本书只是消磨时间而已，至于最爱还是。。。。。“又沉默了下来。她脸红了，害羞地低下了头手不知不觉摸着头发。我对此举，有点儿不了解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“是什么？”她摇着头，咬着唇的，更令我费解。“快从实招来！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“英国作家J。K。ROWLING的哈利波特系列，很幼稚吧？别笑喔！更不要告诉别人！”她一口气不停地冲出这句话，之后有静了下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“其实前辈也是，还自觉稚气未了，原来还有知音。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这姑娘非常可爱，一谈到书籍，又活跃了起来，我俩在之后的等巴士时间内，就谈个天南地北，时间飞梭，二十分钟后我们上了巴士，在座位上还在研究第一本书而已！这是最后一班车，车厢里仅有我们俩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我这次却不感孤单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她在我宿舍前一个站下车，话题也只能到此为止。我这才醒觉还没知道她名字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“乐凡，就乐凡而已。”然后就在黑暗中离我越来越远了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安了，乐凡。知道吗？你是第一个与我谈天时，令我最舒服、自然，不向我发搔的女生。也许就像你的名字一样就足够了——平凡也能快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1979685160354967663?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1979685160354967663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1979685160354967663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1979685160354967663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1979685160354967663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-2-100205-1995-jkrowling.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7612423068573379684</id><published>2009-07-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:35:14.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='幸福的平凡'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;幸福的平凡&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A story dedicated to Hazel and Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       *本故事纯属虚构，如有雷同纯属巧合    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;校花校草~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;文正学校是首尔数一数二的名校。1905年创建，从中学“直通车”，一直到大学，一旦就读这所学校之后，教育方面便无需担忧。这所学校是全国的骄傲，家长若能让孩子考进，便感到无比光荣。因为，它好比美国的哈佛，中国的清华和英国的牛津。进去的都是富家子弟、大家闺秀，若不就是天才性的书呆子。有了这些不可多得的人才和流动资金的来源，学校无论在读书、体育活动方面取得的成绩都是顶尖。学校每一个课外活动都拿过金牌，教育方面又一流，教材丰富，培育的都是大公司古董、老板、政府议员；普通的也是律师、医生。但别以为这班国家未来栋梁之材就规规矩矩，其实为了逃避国家、学校、师长所给予的压力，是更加疯狂！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夏钟(Hea-Jung)就是我们追求的刺激。她是每个就读文正高中女生的偶像、男生的梦中情人。夏钟是第一种——富贵型的。她的爸爸是跨国投资公司龙庆集团的主席李仲。夏钟美貌与“财势”并重，每天不是 Louis Vuitton 皮包则是Chloe 的新季外套。她长发披肩、嘴唇是天然樱桃红、胸隆腰纤，像仙女下凡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一次到她的家真打开眼界、可心底里自尊心的打击迟迟未能恢复；山顶公寓、10000尺、四面环海、早上海水的咸味儿随风飘进卧室、让梦中苏醒的人亦感甜蜜、舒服。她家的泳池比我的卧式还大、还有体育室、真是羡刹旁人！离谱的，更是她那比我客厅还大的厕所和衣橱！我暗暗感叹，世界上竟存有那么有钱的人，能让屋子如此华丽、幽雅、间隔完美无缺！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此人情场上的功绩更惊人！全校男生横遍尸野，都归夏钟一个人的魅力。我这个小行星，在夏钟这闪耀夺目的流星旁边旋绕，显得暗淡无光。说真的，谁会跟名副其实的校花比啊？白痴！啦啦队队长、龙庆继承人、学长会副主席、钱财美貌无所不有。上天真是不公平！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而具倞灏（Chin-ho）又是另一个夏钟——男生版。篮球队队长、天才的油画家，家里也是干跨国公司，不过是运输业。他应该有180cm的高度、头发染微褐色、金色，外表斯文。潇洒英俊、典型的校草。女生们会因他的出现而神魂颠倒、他打篮球的帅态让我们目瞪口呆。唉！为什么这种完人永远不能出现在我这种凡人的世界？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乐凡（Hea-Sun）啊！乐凡！醒醒吧！当初若非笔功了得，是陶艺天才，我恐怕也得不到奖学金从光洲来这儿上学。功成名就与我无缘啦！想赖蛤蟆想吃天鹅肉？更何况连夏钟也喜欢他，我们全校都没希望了。。。。。话说回来，我和夏钟是朋友，全因她觉得我幽默、对艺术有相当的天份、而且（我怀疑）没有杀伤力。可怜的我！可悲的我！即使整天伴她左右，所有的男生都不瞧我一眼。我真的那么可恨吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夏钟和倞灏是多么遥不可及！我的平凡人生，几是才有转变呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for your support but after further research, I have decided to make it a piece of quality writing further. Thanks for your support and this is the whole chapter 1! Next up: chapter 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7612423068573379684?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7612423068573379684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7612423068573379684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7612423068573379684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7612423068573379684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-dedicated-to-hazel-and-jolene.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7674069079478599747</id><published>2009-06-07T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so miserable and useless and emo-ish and empty and that I don't exist and Matt was right to say we have no life for facebooking all day. Literally. So i guess i wanna write a boring post again. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about BIMBOness today. I was talking about CAP today and my friends said I was boay crazy or something. Typical scandal and reaction. I hate that ok? Damn. I mean if they are talking about boy-crazy, can they look at the class or the girls from the next class or the next? I mean they actually stay back during lunch to fan-girl. AND girls can run around the classs screaming OMG HE IS SO SHUAI RIGHT? I mean yes i do that sometimes when my  friend talks about BIG BANG, but still I'm not that that kind of I-scream-your-name-and-skip-lunch-for-you kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes what the hell is BIMBOness anyway? Definition? Yardstick? To what extent is a fan considered a BIMBO. I have no idea still. And after the camp, which totally inspires ppl to use their brain more or the cells will die off, I kinda look back at what my teacher said about me acting in a drama skit that is totally BIMBO. And I think I kinda know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Girls who Totally adores BOYS like thay are gods who decended from heaven to elongate your life. Thinks that you are the prettiest and flicks her hair every now and then even when there is no need to. Put on unnecessary makeup or accessories to school. Never listen in class. Dresses extraodinarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7674069079478599747?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7674069079478599747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7674069079478599747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7674069079478599747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7674069079478599747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-miserable-and-useless-and-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3781841810538779502</id><published>2009-06-06T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAP was an inspiring, enchanting, fascinating, worth remembering experience for me. after the camp, i realised I feeling like emo-ing. I dunno why. But I just feel like doing so. But I found out that emo-ing is not such a gret idea as I'm being rude to everyone in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cant stand it but i really feel like writing tons of stuff. But the thing called homework and time is in the way. So sad. And OMG, to the councilors who [died], rest in peace. :) Everyday I sleep at like 12 or 11, and wake at like 5am, but obviously you all sleep at 3 and wake at 5 or 4, or so I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then thanks to Mr Corbiidge for the wonderful Drama experience. And to all the participants too. Hope you are reading this past now. Write on my facebook Wall ok? And Azura thanks for lending me the jeans. Fitted perfectly. And Jill the AD, it was great working with you! And Chu Ying too, and Li Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to go for CAP again next year! Hopefully as a councilor! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and last but not least to LI QI, you are great. Hope your passion for writing  and Jaejoong burns still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3781841810538779502?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3781841810538779502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3781841810538779502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3781841810538779502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3781841810538779502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/06/cap-was-inspiring-enchanting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3919006572347613049</id><published>2009-05-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SgUgTHn5lGI/AAAAAAAAABU/mbIDoZRqB00/s1600-h/bb+welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333704846526223458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SgUgTHn5lGI/AAAAAAAAABU/mbIDoZRqB00/s320/bb+welcome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to post an awesome picture for my previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-L-Co-M-E to my blog, please tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3919006572347613049?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3919006572347613049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3919006572347613049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3919006572347613049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3919006572347613049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-to-post-awesome-picture-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SgUgTHn5lGI/AAAAAAAAABU/mbIDoZRqB00/s72-c/bb+welcome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-1353132176028850293</id><published>2009-05-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont remember how long have I fell in lo0ve with Big Bang already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes! Exam is over, but shit, all the SIAs are due soon! So freaky! OMG! But lucky LA over already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really really need to thank Felicia for her hard work and putting in so much effort in making the video for the priject. If you wanna see it, go to youtube and such newnewsbroadcast09, under her username. It's all in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially plannning to make my blogskin Big Bang, but I gave up on th idea. Cos I feel that I like them but I am not going to force myself to like the layout of the blobskins. I dont like the way they put the things and the green banners. Maybe I can go and find some another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Havent even finish the verse 1 for music. How ar? Grace Lee, your song the style super Big Bang lor! I love it man. Maybe you can send the song to YG someday and make them sing it for you! And o, sorry about the wrong info that day, Seungri is already 20!! (OMG, still thought he 19 leh, then lets see, Deasung will be like 21, then the rest will be 23 and 24 something liek that. well, i still like a young band. And on intimate note right, they painted Seungri as such a bad person, even though i think he really is since celebrities only show their best side to us, but I still like him. And GD, and Top and TY, and DS, which means the whole BB.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i almost wrote an essay. Next time if you see me ranting about BB, just skip the para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the other interesting thing to talk about is Influenza A, which we all think is so interesting....Or maybe Claire's talk will be better. Her talk is so inspirational. I made me think for quite a few days, and still i dunno what my dream is. I used to be a very decisive person, and  used to have many dreams. But now I think I am not so sure anymore. Mum says it's because I'm over Big Bang, but I dun think that really is the case. It may surely hinder with my marks (which already are) but they dun change someone, do they? Maybe yes after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for storytelling we finished the audition. Some good some bad. Those good ones were very outstanding, while the others were also very entertaining. So it was hard to choose. But we still made our decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally yesterday for debates, coach said I made a claear effort as an opp1. I really hated opp1 last time. Cos they have loads to say. But i dunno how to say that many stuff. I always am inclined to agree with the prop1 speaker, which is the worst thing that can ever happen if you are an opposition speaker. But yesterday I was trying poke holes in the balloon, so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During hoem econs class yesterday, Mrs Tan (who i joey tan) finally showed us her potential to be an actor. She was acting as a really funny teacher. We all laugh like hell. Then she rebutted so well she could hav joined debates. I realised if my class mates are joinging the interclass debates next year, they will score since all of them rebut others so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I;m still thinking whether I should have a Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love BigBang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1353132176028850293?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1353132176028850293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1353132176028850293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1353132176028850293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1353132176028850293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-remember-how-long-have-i-fell-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8322705818495997301</id><published>2009-04-15T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWQLOur4I/AAAAAAAAABM/SRdRgNzgMMA/s1600-h/new+babyDSCN3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324827339072122754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWQLOur4I/AAAAAAAAABM/SRdRgNzgMMA/s320/new+babyDSCN3813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWP_6_v-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-du1XFBc3l4/s1600-h/Copy+of+wine+DSCN3803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324827336036564962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWP_6_v-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-du1XFBc3l4/s320/Copy+of+wine+DSCN3803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWPni7avI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bsfJuoODkr8/s1600-h/fruit+DSCN3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324827329493166834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWPni7avI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bsfJuoODkr8/s320/fruit+DSCN3787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today dunno what to blog, like after reading Grace chan's blog I realised she also said like that previously. So I'm just gonna tell you allo more about the Hamper wrapping, they say their minimum $ line is $50, so they recommend their cutomers to combine together and they spend on one lor. Here are more pictures. If you wanna order, order thru me lar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I want to share two jokes that I got from chain mail. Long time ago one, but I still wanna share, in case someone havent heard this before. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Computer Error &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong? He replied, "It was an ID ten T error." I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again." Eric grinned.... "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?" "No," I replied. "Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out." So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T I used to like Eric.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, How Was I Born? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?' The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I setup a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appearedthat said: 'You got Male (Mail)!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8322705818495997301?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8322705818495997301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8322705818495997301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8322705818495997301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8322705818495997301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/04/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeWWQLOur4I/AAAAAAAAABM/SRdRgNzgMMA/s72-c/new+babyDSCN3813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-1188222009288623656</id><published>2009-04-13T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:42:51.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>My blog is not dead....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL6BbWiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GFvNjLh4fHo/s1600-h/DSCN3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324148867059112482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL6BbWiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GFvNjLh4fHo/s320/DSCN3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL-96PkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t32HL5ya5_I/s1600-h/DSCN3850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324148868386537026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL-96PkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t32HL5ya5_I/s320/DSCN3850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL70uVNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2dP-701glGE/s1600-h/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324148867542701266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL70uVNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2dP-701glGE/s320/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for explanation of photographs, see the end of blog article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog is not dead.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please people, do not think that this blog is dead! It is very much alive. Today is very special. This is the first day they started playing songs for international friendship day in school. I was eating my fried rice with fish fillet (from the Western stall, for $2.20, but the fish is super salty)and singing at the same time to the tune Dang Ni Gu Dan Ni Hui Xiang Qi Shei. So I ate very slowly and Jolene got kinda annoyed when she had to wait for me for so long to put our plates. How irritating. I just wanted to sing! (Shouting inside: I'M INNOCENT AND PURE PLEASE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we go back to the first period in the morning which was the drama class. Apparently, Mr. Nick has given us more Nicknames and now we have the Xiao Xiao family. Xiao gao and Xiao di did very well (congrats!) and teacher is thinking about making them own the skit because they were very good in injecting emotions. I think Hazel asted Lee very well. (or is it Dana? anyway, it's the emo one!) I hope they get into the festival, they according to the teacher the school can come to watch them. So exciting right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then lets go back to last weekend, whereby we flunk OM and it was super humiliating. (So we should skip that part!) Then I was holding to a hot Hot HOt HOT plate of Alfredo and I was trying to take my cutleries, hold my wallet and phone, and balance a plate of pizza with the other hand. Obviously I couldn;t do it and I scalded myself badly. So many kids were like running around with the alfredo and nothing happen! I was just standing there and I could actually injure myself with it! OMG! So thick heart lor! (cu xin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then while I was writing this blog, I just saw Gregory sign in. And obviously he is showing off again and he put an AC boy running and strictly speaking I think that's him. He's skinny, see...Then his PM is 'give me a minute and I'll give you 400m'. Shin Yun, is this bragging? If yes, he is super braggy for a boy ok!!!!!Can't believe it lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, here I am writing a blog when a few days later is history exam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are some pics on Hamper wrapping. This is a piece of sort of advertisement. I think it's really nice, and the company caters to the customers' needs by buying things according to their budget. E.g. ABC wants to make a hamper for XYZ and only can afford $123. So ABC tells hamper maker he can only pay $123, then they will help them wrap and buy everything. Cool right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1188222009288623656?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1188222009288623656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1188222009288623656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1188222009288623656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1188222009288623656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-is-not-dead.html' title='My blog is not dead....'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U_cSXJOLHA/SeMtL6BbWiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GFvNjLh4fHo/s72-c/DSCN3851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162964085243371444.post-4779890349222030172</id><published>2009-03-18T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Is there a need for a title</title><content type='html'>I feel like typing, so I'm writing my blog&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I hardly update&lt;br /&gt;So pls read and tag whenever I blog&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been telling you all to tag you all just never do so&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I watched Matrix Trilogy recently. Super nice.&lt;br /&gt;I think NEO didnt die. Many ppl online said he did. But no i dont think so. Remember at the last scene? When the machines tried to pull him away? He could see still. The evidence is that the screen showed orange light. And you are aware that the Oracle said she SUSPECTS that they will meet again. I mean yes she did lie before, but you realise she smile when she said that, unlike before she was serious. Third evidence is that do you realise, Smith cloned himself using the Oracle and gained her eyes. But then when he was destroyed, the Oracle came back, so did all the ppl that Smith possessed. (this was told as the Oracle asked the Architect to free them, which shows the ppl are back) So if he is the ONE, and has special powers, and NORMAL PPL died, then how can he? And he could already be detached from his mind anyway, so which means even if they show him lying in the matrix, it does not really mean that he is dead. UNfortunately though, Trinity is dead. That one, I can't argue. But Neo is quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went East Coast Park yesterday. Cycled for 10 km. Very short compared to past records. I saw many Raffles having camp there. They cycled TOGETHER,&lt;br /&gt;and they blocked half the path.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to catch up with them but I couldnt&lt;br /&gt;Knees hurt&lt;br /&gt;But my cousin did&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what speed he used?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Wisma Atrium to eat at the food court&lt;br /&gt;I walked around for 3 turns and still did not know what to eat&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat Korean&lt;br /&gt;But last minute thought expensive&lt;br /&gt;At first I kept saying I didnt wanna eat noodles.&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt feel like eating noodles&lt;br /&gt;I bought beek noodles in the end&lt;br /&gt;=='''&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Today went for chem remedial&lt;br /&gt;Very messed up with balancing equations&lt;br /&gt;But Kevin helped me memorise&lt;br /&gt;So I think ok lar&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to write liao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4779890349222030172?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4779890349222030172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4779890349222030172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4779890349222030172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4779890349222030172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-need-for-title.html' title='Is there a need for a title'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-490156921960210662</id><published>2009-03-11T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>LSC over and now need to get back to work</title><content type='html'>Very long title. Suggests a very long week. LSC finally over, really fun. And ppl! You all were great for the drama! Mrs Wong complimented us! Good job man! Esp. Nicole (for typing the original script and taking care of so much stuff), Jacq (for being nice and bad sometimes, but bringing out life so nicely) and the birds and mice (Mrs Wong esp praised you all, gd job!) O and Ulanda (you were a great mysterious person, thanks for taking the role last minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, all the teachers and school staff who allowed us a week free from school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know the DISC thing we attended right? Now my cousin's school is also doing it! But they need to pay. So poor thing. At first he not interested, then when I say how the instructor taught us the stuff and was so funny, he persuaded my mum to let him go. LOL shows I'm a debater. (this is lame as this has nothing gotta do wif debates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, ate a lot of biscuits during LSC, not I come out stop eating my house biscuits lioa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the 3 days that followed, I slacked like hell. Didn't do a single thing! I so bad lor! I just went to watch Matrix, as in I rented the disc. I haven't watch Matrix Reloaded yet. Wait till hols ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, what happened? Forget liao, only remember I had homework. That's all. And then I was looking thru Dill again, for today's discussion. This is because my teammate is JN, so I feel very pressurised.O and I ate ABC bee hoon soup. During PE, we ran 6 rounds, and I hurt my back and right wing (arm) and I vomited a little. SO lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! I went to pick flowers fo Bio Olympiad and i spent my lunch talking about storytelling with Dileen. This is the first time I look at her so closely. She looks like Dinnie a lot. O, Dinnie, if you are reading this now, take care ok!? JYJY&lt;br /&gt;Bio Olympiad today was about cutting flowers. Then we looked at the pollen grains under microscope. haha, next time practical must bring milk. must set reminder. What else? Erm...tmr SPA and I snapped just now, so I must study now. BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-490156921960210662?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/490156921960210662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=490156921960210662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/490156921960210662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/490156921960210662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/03/lsc-over-and-now-need-to-get-back-to.html' title='LSC over and now need to get back to work'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-214229617947178378</id><published>2009-03-03T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>LSC tmr!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! LSC so fast come already. These few days just wanna slack lor. Our skit very nice, just need more feeling then perfect liao. I'm so proud of our class man! Go ppl! Special thanks to Jolene for being loud speaker and Nicole for organising everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had the personality assessment. I was ISD. So I'm quite average. Actually it was quite accurate. Cos as you know I'm very talkative. So I think the test really works! And then Jolene and I fall under the same category, thus we were friends. But the part regarding opposites is not very true. My OM group had like 3 diff. personalities and we all work very well together. So you see it may not necessary be right.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am contradicting myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Very random....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr. Now i watching drama. Dun want to write blog liao. Anyway nothing to write about mah, except getting a sore throat again. ==" So ya bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-214229617947178378?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/214229617947178378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=214229617947178378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/214229617947178378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/214229617947178378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/03/lsc-tmr.html' title='LSC tmr!!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-2846017839757702686</id><published>2009-02-16T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>Great&lt;br /&gt;I was down, and had to go home on Tuesday. So horrible! I missed Maths ok!And I couldntpass my mortal my letter.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I would like to thank H, YW, SY, JO for caring for me. Thanks ppl! Really touched.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to sms all my debate mates to ask them what happened. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.....I think I'm being lame and harping on things you all dun understand&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;actually I missed out in my previous post but do you all like my new blogskin? I knida found this like quiterelated so I just choose lor. But I dunno how to shange the skin itself such that the 201 on top can become 208. But nevermind. Point is this looks like a test paper. So remember to tell me at the tag board whether you like this ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, andI wanna ask those who are having a blogshop now. Where do you all find your stock? And do you really spend time monitoring the sales thing? I saw your blogs and I think some of the products are kinda cool you know. But well, I need to save up on other stuff so cant support. Sry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what should I talk about next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. I went to pick leaves for my science practical. 0.O Well, very random ya. Cos I went not today, but yesterday, which is Wednesday. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO. I thought of sth to say le. You know hor, a few days back I went to ransack my own cupboard, then I found many boxes. Inside the boxes, there were loads of my toys. I took them out to play for like 30 mins. I know I am lame but I was playing with a Mickey Mouse head, those paper dress up dolls, and some plastic jewellery. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-2846017839757702686?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/2846017839757702686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=2846017839757702686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2846017839757702686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2846017839757702686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5075412062010464937</id><published>2009-02-14T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>OK, since my coach says I need to improve on my structure when I speak, I am going to apply this in my blog-writing too.&lt;br /&gt;In this entry, I have 4 mains points of substantives. They all revolve around the issue of how wonderful it is today.&lt;br /&gt;1. My enemy lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone close to me had a great day&lt;br /&gt;3. I found the essential things for my project&lt;br /&gt;4. Today everything was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baseline for today is that Valnetine's day on a Saturday is a good day. I am going to prove this to you by elaborating on my substantives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My enemy lost&lt;br /&gt;My worst enemy is of course another school from the same CCA circuit. We are now all in our competition seasons now, e.g. volleyball, netball, track &amp;amp; field. So am I. Then we did not win them. But our brother school did. Last year this 'enemy' won and so did this 'enemy' won in many other competitions. But now we see them losing. Hahaha. Many of the Sec2 s are also very happy about this. We went all high.&lt;br /&gt;It applied for the JC component too. Last year they won, now they dont. And the best thing is someone I knew from that team(who is my other coach) won that 'enemy' team. I know it sounds complex but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me nicely on to my second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Someone close to me had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Actually quite a few had a great day. Firstly, my seniors beat NQ by A LOT by winning as the best speaker (Top 3)of the overall competition. This is great cos we didnt like the idea of NQ dominating the seat of best speaker all the time. Besides, we think our seniors really deserve to win. So this is a really nice day for them. And my other coaches won the champion for the JCs division, beating the same school, R. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we skip a little bit of travelling time from NUS Law Faculty to my house. (did I mention the mixed veg stall there is super nice, with many choices, and prices are reasonable? Then the soba there seems quite nice, but is $4 a plate. Frens kept buying it but I didnt want to spend so much. I ate 1 meat 2 veg with rice for lunch at only 2.70 lor! Then the other time buy beef kway teow also very ex. Not worth it.:[)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I found the essential things for my project&lt;br /&gt;My project is science SIA. I found the things: water bottles with the correct cap. Mum found them actually. Thanks! And she made real good dinner tonight (perhaps for the spirit of the festival)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Today everything was funny&lt;br /&gt;The speakers today all very funny. One of them used tongue twister and I couldnt hear what he was trying to say. Then the same person said something gross, then said (I quote him)"this is enough to scare the hell out of any women" right on the stage in front of judges! OMG! Then he said "no matter how retarded, mental th woman is" in another line. OMG! quotiing him is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Another speaker said this "they've been using Obama, Obama, Obama", haha, so many Obamas! And someone brought up this example of "new lesbian president', OMG, everyone like stared at him lor! Everyone was just so funny lar. Quoting is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore end my entry here by concluding that Valentine's day on a Saturday is a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5075412062010464937?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5075412062010464937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5075412062010464937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5075412062010464937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5075412062010464937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7233111289371293258</id><published>2009-01-07T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>School is fun</title><content type='html'>I am going to talk about the last 3 days in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had third language. 3 hours and 15 minutes (for break), and I realised I already forgot most of the stuff. Half of the class I wasnt listening, too tired! Was dozing off when teacher suddenly say break! Then I went to sleep soudly during break and woke up ( i am proud to say ) puctually for lesson part two. This is the first time we almost finish the whole chapter in one lesson. This is just mad. And I havent even go and check if I have homework or not. ( I bad girl mah! ) And I am not starting on my debate homework either. ( which makes me a badder girl )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA day. Very hot in that classroom and the Chinese Debates blocked half of the windows, so I was sweating throughout the activity. Everything was quite smooth though, we watched the ARENA videos again, for promotion. Some sec 1s were interested and came themselves. (there were 108-ters!) We had a lot on our sign up sheet, respond was quite good, but as the rule states only 6-8 will get in !!!!!! Phoebe tried PULLING ppl into the room, some of them looked disgusted and walked off quickly while the seniors were not looking. Funny. Then the DSA 108 ppl somemore come to me. I call the join my CCA, then she still happy-go-lucky smile at me and say " I DSA already". So I say how dare you and shooed her off. For your info, it was Ziya. or Zia. whatever the spelling was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lessons! Help! Chemistry going out of hands. But Mr K so nice, damn funny lor! I enjoy the lessons, cos he explains well, but the topic itself is really driving me mad. Exam come sure die liao lor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afternoon got talk in LT1 for debates. Only half of those registered on CCA day turned up. Pathetic enough. Then teacher ask who debate not first choice leave. (same tactic as last year) At first no one moved. Then one person moved and more than 20 left. Now left with like 18 who are going for audtions. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am trying for CL CAP. Been writing song and stories. I thinking I am going mad. And ppl are staring at me like I'm a weirdo when I say I'm trying out for this. Am I? * blink innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look forward to drama class tomorrow. Hope it's mdm O. Dont mind Mr N, but heard that he is very fierce. *shivering* But anyway, I suppose drama rep wont be busy for now? Only EOY? So ya, I think I will enjoy the lessons. Even week monday first lesson is drama! HURRAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7233111289371293258?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7233111289371293258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7233111289371293258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7233111289371293258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7233111289371293258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-fun.html' title='School is fun'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5968296705045159741</id><published>2008-12-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>YUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is coming and I cant even make out what i really did this year&lt;br /&gt;Yes memory rather bad&lt;br /&gt;Been reading all day, finish 2 books already. Very Sian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing about my new year resolution:&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to grow taller (yes, this is important, according to the situation now)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do well in CCA. (esp. CCA day!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Slim down. ( I think this is more important than 1, i now super heavy ok!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Success in foot therapy. (dun really care, but sill still do my best)&lt;br /&gt;5. Success in new medicine-trying-thingy. (This is utmost important)&lt;br /&gt;6. Behave well. ( I doubt this is possible)&lt;br /&gt;7. Read many books I like.&lt;br /&gt;8. Keeping this blog alive. (ya, so tag ppl!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Gd results. ( hope so, pray hard, *fingers numb*)&lt;br /&gt;10. Happy everyday with papa mama (*trying to look sweet and innocent*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. I know I greedy. 10 resolutions, I  dun think I can fulfill all. Can do half already very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to chare something cute. This is some quiz thing I did (which reindeer are you?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What do you like to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;- Be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Use a word to describe yourself&lt;br /&gt;-fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you care most?&lt;br /&gt;- living life to it's fullest ( this is mcq, i chose this, bleh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Pick your favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;-black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Your favourite kind of music is.....&lt;br /&gt;-rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the result &lt;a href="mailto:was........~~@Vixen"&gt;was:&lt;/a&gt; Vixon the reindeer. Who the hell is he? Anyway, it says that i forget to do things a lot, which is true. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, that was a stupid quiz i took, with an answer i dun even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5968296705045159741?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5968296705045159741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5968296705045159741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5968296705045159741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5968296705045159741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3314711003948921109</id><published>2008-12-29T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, christmas is over and school is coming. Scary. I've learnt a lot in the holidays. At least I am not as pissed as myself for being a slacker than the past few years! And at least I exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went exercising. In the middle of the road, (i was crossing it, of course), rain came and I was drenched head-to-toe. Somemore shelter so far away, when run there shirt already wet through. Cold. So i think I am fat today, slim yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, really I have nothing to blog about. Just wanna thank those ppl whe sent me christmas greetings on the tagboard and via cards/gifts. Wish you all had enjoyed the season. And hope those that managed to recieve my ecards like them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3314711003948921109?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3314711003948921109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3314711003948921109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3314711003948921109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3314711003948921109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-christmas-is-over-and-school-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6818866351976071187</id><published>2008-12-17T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>----</title><content type='html'>Ok, I really have resorted to nothing to do that I am blogging here again! Well, from the response I get from my previous post, it is rather obvious that everyone is more interested in my boring holiday life rather than the way the society has evolved. Well, cool, or should I say, disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the way we youngsters think nowadays, I really dunno. I dont understand myself sometimes. This is really pathetic. Tonite is Wednesday and Naruto is only out tomorrow, which means I need to read all night again, cos I ran out of shows to watch, even my Hong Kong dramas these days are not as interesting. (the new episodes dont really work the same way my appetite does, those some of the new chracters are handsome enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been hearing diff. ways of ppl spending holidays already: Tokyo, Egypt, Genting, Indonesia, Johor shopping spree. And I am stuck here in Singapore. But well, lucky I love my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I feel like I am ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6818866351976071187?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6818866351976071187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6818866351976071187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6818866351976071187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6818866351976071187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='----'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6546568800321573359</id><published>2008-12-13T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Discussion-- Teenage Sex</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, instead of posting my boring and uneventful holidays, I would rather hold a discussion on a hot topic in our present society- teenage sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we see today in our society, there is an increasing trend of tennagers having sex. At many times, these are consensual sex. Sunday Times has just reported today that cousellors have seen pregnant teenagers who have experienced sex as early as 10 to 12 years old. It is believed that there is also a growing trend of teenage mothers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, and most unfortunately, the combination of the couples have changed through the years. From the innocent 13 or 14 yrs old teenage girl being hoodwinked into pleasuring her 19 yrs old boyfriend, it seems that often now the combination has made both parties below the legal age for these activities. And worst, having sex with a girl bellow 16 can land you in jail! And fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a result of the vast range of media that is easily accessible these days. They include pornography, sex scenes from movies, books, video games with sexual scenarios and much much more. These medias, though strictly regulated by our govt., are just too accessible for our young generations these days. Is censorship unable to cope with the ever improving technology around us? Or is it the society who has become too smart that they outwit the system already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is just one thing out of the many that teenagers have attempted due to boredom or cuiosity. Drinking alcohol, sex play (means pretending to sex or doing sexual moves) and many other stuff that are simply not supposed to appear in out lives at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the second part of the issue. PARENTS. GUARDIANS. Where and what is their role in this whole issue of tennage sex. Research suggests that tennage sex often occurs when the parents are absent fom home. Or when the child had lacked parental care in the first place. BUt the thing is, do you think they can control their obnoxious kids, who feel that they are ADULTS before their minds and bodies really are in the first place? And do you think, it is their fault that the trend is increasing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day, here are the questions to ponder about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think anout teen mothers? I personnaly think they are a irresponible and irrational in the first place, but do wish them gd luck with their babies and/or husbands afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think parents in the society are at fault for this increasing trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think parents ar able to control their kids in the first place? I dun think so cos kids nowadays think exceptionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think, when it was consensual sex, that both parties should be lawfully punished or only the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do reply at the tagboard. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6546568800321573359?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6546568800321573359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6546568800321573359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6546568800321573359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6546568800321573359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/12/discussion-teenage-sex.html' title='Discussion-- Teenage Sex'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6125732550211457329</id><published>2008-11-26T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Dazed- By what?</title><content type='html'>Nothing much during holidays. Homework, movie, more homework, read. Kinda feel more busy than normal school days. Like homework after homwwork, project after project, research after research, you know... And worse, no one tagging my blog except finalangelz. Like is there somebody out there willing to share my misery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is Naruto Shippuden one week late, AGAIN? Worse, this time Shikamaru gonna die, I mean sure he not gonna die but HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once again there is always happy times with sorrow. Like I found this new blog skin. I spent an hour on it. And it was easier this time, the second time. I managed myself. WHEEEEE! And with my new cablem, I can watch loads if TVB shows. They are so funny and cool. There was one show whereby they test the HK stars on indonesia or malay language. They translate them into funny HK words. The show is damn funny. Dazed by the humour. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are reading, thanks. Tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6125732550211457329?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6125732550211457329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6125732550211457329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6125732550211457329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6125732550211457329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/11/dazed-by-what.html' title='Dazed- By what?'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1001245562866302082</id><published>2008-11-16T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>----</title><content type='html'>Well, after a week here, aunt went bad HK. Will be missing her. Perhaps I can visit her sometime again next year. =) She brought lots of laughter to our house. Anyway she's been doing very well in her new job, after working in a totally diff. field for 30 years! Now her new career seem to make so much more $. I admire career women you know. Now I considering her job too. Maybe I will go into this field too in the future. I think I really will consider! Wooohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Well am I nuts? Thinking of my career choices now? I think I am mad! Well anyway, just thinking doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am very angry at an ex school mate cos SHE is going on and offlkine so many times that my com is acting slowly. GRRR! But fuji is hardly angry at someone for a long time. SO at the end of this sentence I am not angry at her anymore. Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had noodles for dinner outside and they sucked. It was at the airport. And took a bus home from there. So long that my butte became stiff. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1001245562866302082?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1001245562866302082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1001245562866302082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1001245562866302082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1001245562866302082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='----'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-16710458735655105</id><published>2008-11-10T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Quiz- I'm getting better at this!</title><content type='html'>1. Who was the first guy who gave you flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Er.....My dad? DUH~&lt;br /&gt;2. If you go wallet shop and you see the bags saying "I left my - at home", which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I think PRADA.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I guy comes up and says 'I love you', what is your first reaction?&lt;br /&gt;Slap him, perhaps some vulgar language will follow.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are despo suddenly, why?&lt;br /&gt;I need to PEE!!&lt;br /&gt;5. The most likely reason that makes you feel emo?&lt;br /&gt;Watch anime and someone dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, kinda just made them up, the questions I mean. Had a very tiring day, trips after trips, functionc after functions. SCARY! But anyway, I will make up more next time when I am not in such a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a bit on these few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;WE did great&lt;br /&gt;As a class together&lt;br /&gt;We were brilliant before them&lt;br /&gt;I could'nt believe it was so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Now I am slacking here writing blog somemore&lt;br /&gt;Haha.Perhaps scolding from teacher helps a lot here&lt;br /&gt;And next time I think we should sell candies. They earned&lt;br /&gt;alot of $$$. They were nnice too. I had muffins, cookies, chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Thy had that nice nice wrapping and I kinda think they had surplus too.&lt;br /&gt;We should stock up better next time lar. I'm sure ours was nice too right?&lt;br /&gt;I did not try leh. Did not even take a real look at the food we made on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Pity me. But now I need to celebrate cos makeup week is finally over for me!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetics sure freak me out at sometimes lor. Maybe cos last time&lt;br /&gt;Teacher from primary school made me llok like qian nian lao yao&lt;br /&gt;She put red blue and purple for eye shadow at one shot&lt;br /&gt;then the purple pull till the temple there, even&lt;br /&gt;the boys also. SCARY then the lipstick so&lt;br /&gt;dry, when we purse our lips they come&lt;br /&gt;down like vampire fangs. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the freaking stuff, gtg. Felling good today. Could not go hopping, mum said rest in morning. :( See some of you all tomoro, BB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-16710458735655105?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/16710458735655105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=16710458735655105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/16710458735655105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/16710458735655105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-im-getting-better-at-this.html' title='Quiz- I&apos;m getting better at this!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5109626955519833920</id><published>2008-11-03T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>1st quiz</title><content type='html'>Never experienced a holiday so freaking busy! School life goes tougher as you go on.......:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's quiz time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hates durian&lt;br /&gt;2. wonderful days&lt;br /&gt;3. german&lt;br /&gt;4. treasurer&lt;br /&gt;5. red spectacles&lt;br /&gt;6. a bit crazy all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so with all the clues, point out who they are. If the answers overlap, just say one. super easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. durian hater- SY&lt;br /&gt;2. wonderful days is an anime song HA__L always sing.&lt;br /&gt;3. studies german......JN and ES___LO la!&lt;br /&gt;4. treasurer for class is STEPH, OM one is HA__L.&lt;br /&gt;5. red specs- GL and SY......and more.....&lt;br /&gt;6. a bot crazy all the time, cun deny, sry but I think it is Joanne. esp. in C&amp;amp;D trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Full names are not given due to my respect towards their privacy) hahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5109626955519833920?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5109626955519833920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5109626955519833920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5109626955519833920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5109626955519833920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-quiz.html' title='1st quiz'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6172633218156938466</id><published>2008-10-22T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>Have I been so sad b4 in here?&lt;br /&gt;This school compound? Has sorrow chose to devour me at this point of time? why? When hols are so near, almost at a distance I can reach. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pathetic marks. Will I even get scholarship? I suck. Why? I should have scored better! Careless! Listen to nonsense b4 the exam! I am such a TERRIBLE being! Maths, should have been A1! A1! I insist that I was really terribly wrong in saying it is easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am on the verge of hurting H. Why of all people H? H nvr deserves it! H was the best, I mean evryone in the 5-6 was best! Why did I do that 7 to hurt her? Why did I heat up her temp? Am I stupid!? I knew respect! I knew, but I did not do! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.G.NO.R.E. this emo one, I really am feeling horrible today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6172633218156938466?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6172633218156938466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6172633218156938466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6172633218156938466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6172633218156938466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/10/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-935580063934844866</id><published>2008-10-14T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>During Training =)</title><content type='html'>Ok I am typing in training behind J's back. I am so naughty. Seriously I ought to be doing something more useful than slacking off here doing things like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was researching on blogging and it seems that it has a great effect on Singapore as a society and Singapore's government. People like Mr Brown, not that I do not watch his videos, are considered 'political partisans', or at least that is what I think the internet said. Well, so I just wanna tell dis to you, like the fact, the incident, but I am not going to give comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now D is reading her speech. READING NONSTOP. She overshot by like 2 mins just now.....then 1 min.....that is serious problem man! J helped her cut as much as she can. Summary writing, dat's what we call it. We are trying to train the ppl here to all be pro CUTTERS!!!! Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SY, YW, H, keep on laughing at me for the quizilla results. Hello?! Karo Kaidoh then Kaoru Kaido lor! Fssshhhhhhhh! I dun care. He is hardworking at least, though I kinda think he is the ugliest guy in th whole team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am kinda happy wif my bf results----Fuji and Eiji! They are the collest man! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I am crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will read a lot tonite. Both the rob&amp;amp;sara and breaking dawn. O and I wanna watch Lake House. Heard that it is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE BYE BYE BYE~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-935580063934844866?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/935580063934844866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=935580063934844866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/935580063934844866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/935580063934844866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/10/during-training.html' title='During Training =)'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4716319976953336532</id><published>2008-10-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Seriously.....</title><content type='html'>OK, I really thought this blog would be dead. Until your tags revived it. Had training today. So long to the post EOY plans. ==" Sad case. Training was 10 to 6. On the team now, lot os stuff to do man.....this is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Was debating on this new song from Jay Chou's new album called Dao Xiang. Friend A said it was rice (in chinese meaning), I knew that there was such a RESTAURANT in HK, Friend C said it was the new song. Sort of Pissed her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all the exhiliration worn off now, since everyday is training. This is like tsunami of researching coming towards me. Typing while researching now. How pathetic.....&lt;br /&gt;My dreams for my animes are gone. So are my movie lists. How sad....And lets see....got &gt;4 books waiting for me......gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to those who finished EOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really short entry. Training was not very interesting, really. All the chim chim stuff only. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4716319976953336532?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4716319976953336532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4716319976953336532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4716319976953336532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4716319976953336532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously.....'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7173899607458809858</id><published>2008-09-19T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel like typing sth emo tonite. Dunno why but just want to. Ya, feeling very emo. Felt like very sry to myself, but couldnt think of why. Have anyone felt before the feeling of being so pissed and yet you know you are wrong at the same time, and the worst is you cannot argue cos you are wrong? Ya, dats it, I did sth wrong, and I know it, so I am horribly pissed with myself. And Ive been watching and reading emo stuff. I was kinda recommending sadistic book series in our library, teacher declined, said it was quite ridiculous. How sad. And I watched all tose teenage problem movies, so emo, more emo than me. Err.... i just feel like talking a lot tonight, but I feel so tired. See? In a dilemma again. Pissed, cant argue, cos no reason, pissed, cycle repeats. And the worst is exam coming. what great timing I have, Emo when EOYs coming, Emo when test is so near, EMO when I not cathing up. Haha. Sure die. Emoooooooooooooooo.....And CCA isnt better. Great work today, but still angry. Did not do a great job. Some did not work much, was it due to jealousy or anger I yelled? But her attitude was horrible....I just couldnt stand. else sweating you slacking. I shouted, I yelled, I stared, I glared. I was not my self as though. How scary? Very. I am now getting used to writing longer posts than before, maybe teachet teach E, so I try in this form of practise. Feel like hating myself again all of a sudden. Random, emo, psstt.....(Spit) Huh, great, I am terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7173899607458809858?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7173899607458809858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7173899607458809858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7173899607458809858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7173899607458809858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4211317170509698074</id><published>2008-08-26T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Random...So many stuff here</title><content type='html'>I know this may sound weird to most ppl but I think cyber bullying is an issue which requires much concern. There has been statistics in America showing cases of death in minors due to the psychological impacts that were put on them thru cyber bullying. I do not wish this thing will happen to ppl near me, because i think as a person who knows, i should warn them of it. Now I am fulfilling my duty. I hope you all can remember this. Friendship is made to be maintained not destroyed.PPl around you may hurt you but they may be doing this for your own good. I hope the msg is brought across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then secondly, I am typing more comical stuff here. It seems that everyone is only puuting their heads into the twilight series nowadays...I feel so pressurised reading the first book still. everyone is so fast. And my LA results...will they be bad. When my progress report is out, I will go and check immediately....O why am i talking about grades when i promised funny contents? Lets see......o, ok, I told this joke today and no one got it right...(as jokes are meant to be)....: Superman, Spiderman, Batman....who is the poorest and who is the richest...(see bottom of entry for answer). And now today they read somebody's essay in class and everyone liked it i am sure. It was not very comical but it seems that she was quite....FAKE? not really actually. Dunno why ppl laughed so much....o ya , that was the funny part, ppl laugh for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my bus trip home wqas horrible....I waited for 20 mins and realised I forgot sth inschool, so I ran back. When I was returning to the gate, I saw the bus and I ran.....and when i reached the gate, it started the engine....So i missed it after so long waiting time... tehn i got fed up and took the other bus number. Then I fell asleep and missed 2 bus stops. Another 14 mins of waiting for bus to bring me back home..... I was all sweaty and cursing by then.....lucky no work, of not sure die......=] yay for teachers( no homework mah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of entry( Answer: Superman poorest. Spider man richest. Superman no $ afford mask. Batman half mask. Spider man a lot of $, full mask..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4211317170509698074?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4211317170509698074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4211317170509698074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4211317170509698074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4211317170509698074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/08/randomso-many-stuff-here.html' title='Random...So many stuff here'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3714347500235851561</id><published>2008-08-20T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Hi all. Well ya now instead of my lesson time, i am eating into my homework time. what a bad girl i am. Anyways, i just watched 2 epis of NARUTOS and really enjoyed myself. Oh no i am talking nonsense ( or rather to myself ) again. Ya, and i just had that horrible music test today and o i think i already lost quite a few marks. Anyways jap sensei said my common test was ok. Haha, we finishing alreayd. in fct i think we did. Yo, j120! Anyway, as I've said, i've not been posting regularly, so now i will let you know what happened between this period of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had music test, (the most recent thing ever).&lt;br /&gt;2. Ive bin cookin frogs a lot to practise the kitchen trail tmr.&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to many ppl's house for FPS, and I scored ok.&lt;br /&gt;4. PPl are flooding my blog but i nvr really replied, and they are complaining.&lt;br /&gt;5. I skipped many debate homework.&lt;br /&gt;6. I watched a lot of POT.&lt;br /&gt;7. I learnt that i will go for a surgery soon.&lt;br /&gt;8. I forgot all the names in NARUTO except NARITO.&lt;br /&gt;9. Breaking dawn was released.&lt;br /&gt;10. SG got silver in table tennis Olympics 08. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;11. We won KuSong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ya basically these are the things. Yes, it was a busy term, therfore I had no time to post. Research aftr research. This is torturing me....Boo Hoo.......Well, i think i should extend longer by telling you something funny that happned recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we had this teacher day skit. those who did not join, this was what happened: YS was MR AT, and you can imagine when she get the angry look how funny it was. I almost laughed. And that Jacq has been acting weird in that skit, trying to play a tripping scene but in the end keep looking behind who signals. I mean, who actually looks behind when falling????? That girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, and my clay resembles me: big, stout, round, short....hahahhahahahahahahah! So unglam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3714347500235851561?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3714347500235851561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3714347500235851561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3714347500235851561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3714347500235851561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4919189333358481045</id><published>2008-08-15T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Ok, MANY things happened for the month when I did not post. Firstly, I have my blocks. I have horrible marks and I feel that I pretty much suck. Second, debate training is coming to an end( I am typing in my training now) and I will be looking forward to my EOY camp. LOLS. Now, the next thing I need to do is to reply your tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To SY: it is ok. I did not eat them as they stinkl when I got home. You're welcome for the ride. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kev: ok, thenks kel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others: sorry for not replying you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and I have been watching my anime. PRINCE OF TENNIS ROX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and i forgot to watch NARUTO.so ya bb. need to go. teacher here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4919189333358481045?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4919189333358481045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4919189333358481045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4919189333358481045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4919189333358481045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-691089558061239854</id><published>2008-07-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>My B.day</title><content type='html'>Firstly, starting with the funfair. It was a great success and fun. My seniors supported too. I ate a lot. Will grow extra 1 kg tomoro probably. And did I tell you about the part whereby I Painted that malay costume? Ya, it was horrible. My fingers were green for the whole day, literally 'green fingers'. And there was this girl from the soba stall who actually missed my order 3 times. The situation was like this: they took my order, but had to cook first. Then sb came and they gave the noodles to her. Then 1 of them said hey should belong to this girl. So in the end they called one of them to entertain me with some lame jokes to compensate the time. Then in the end they missed me again for another customer. Finally the 3rd time they got it right. I stared at that girl who told me the jokes. They were so lame I could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the part on cleaning up. I dun know why everyone just walk in the direction whereby I mopped already everytime. So frustrated lor. Then the girls stepped innocently across while I stare at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration was funny. We tricked Jacq on the bus that we actually missed the bus. She believed us and then went to ask the bus driver! Ahahahaha! But he could not understand English, so he could not answer. She only realised we tricked her until we reached the mall. so funny. Then when we ate. She was so clumsy. The chocolate fundae she dipped right, always the whole piece of fruit drop inside, and she felt it was a game of saving the fruits from going too deep into the chocolate, sth like that. So ungalm, that's what she said. Hahax. We were chased out when we too neoprints though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks for the blessings, exp Yee Shin, Shin Yun, QQ Jacq and Wei Hui. Wei Ping too. 108 too! Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-691089558061239854?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/691089558061239854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=691089558061239854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/691089558061239854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/691089558061239854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bday.html' title='My B.day'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-2317040810266936924</id><published>2008-06-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>Wow! First week of term 3 so fun. All the new teachers and lessons are very nice. Looking forward to the next week again. Anyway, here is something funny that happened during the week: Jacq kept singing to me that I like her and that I'm always IMAGINING that she is bad or sth. That peson just never learn lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do you have any idea what you are going to do for home econ? Do tell me ok! I have not much ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-2317040810266936924?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/2317040810266936924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=2317040810266936924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2317040810266936924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2317040810266936924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4247140284725898550</id><published>2008-06-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl, firstly, the previous post was suppose to be part 1 of one of my previous posts, so try to figure out yourself....I cant believe it! I scheduled it in May but now it came out in June!Anyway, I went for this Debate Camp and it was super fun. I was supposed to propose to Elmo soft toy in Orchard Road, publicly! Then I had to run down the streets of Orchard with an orange topped with wasabi in my mouth! All the pedestrians looked at me.....Hahax! XP And at the botanics garden, I had to dip my hand into a mixture of raw eggs, corn flour and food colouring to retrieve some sweets. Quite disgusting, like touching vormit you know..... Then the things we debated on was very funny too. Our seniors had  this motion : This House would teach kiddies that Santa does not exists. The Proposition came out with this idea that Santa is someone who breaks into other ppl's house with a red suit. He also forces elves to be his slaves. And he say Santa is a fictional character and the education system therefore should not cheat chrildren into believing that these old, fat hag exists. O, 1 more point, the existence of Santa go against basic Science laws, such as he should not be able to breathe and survive in the atmosphere above, flying is also somehow impossible. Then the opposition came up and say that Santa does exists. They said that his existence solve the many questions to the phoenomenons we see today. 1) How did ppl in Sichuan and Myanmar got help so quickly? Because Santa collected the cookies and milk we left him to send as relief for these ppl! 2) How did terrorists get their weapons? Santa acts as a form of transport for their weapons. Next to thos e points, a boy came out and ask the opposition how come Santa can live for 10000 years. They answered: There were no man existing 10000 years ago! Besides, science pointed out that cold surroundings cause the atoms to move slower, he lives in North Pole, so no bacteria to attack him, obviously he can live longer!&lt;br /&gt;So overall, the camp was very fun. There ar still more to it, but I not telling le. I sound long-winded you know! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4247140284725898550?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4247140284725898550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4247140284725898550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4247140284725898550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4247140284725898550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/06/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5665568792922038701</id><published>2008-06-06T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:30.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>The Movie Ending of AI</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! Today LA watch that movie very nice right? Anyway, here is the ending of the moviez: (I watched it b4 le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that during the party, friends of Martin continued to provoke David( the robot). They took a pair of scissors and frightened him.  He got frightened and hugged Martin tightly and later retreated back into the pool, where he still forgot to let go of Martin. In the end, Martin was saved but almost drowned. Of course in order to protect their own son, the wife and the husband decided to send him back to the factory for destruction (as mentioned in the 1st part of the movie today). However, the mother who developed love for David, could not bear it. Instead, she abandoned him near that area with Teddy and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His adventure then began there. As you see that area is near that place of destruction or sth, many robot parts lay there. In the night, there is this scary part wherby David was standing in the middle of this parts and they started to revive and climbed up. Some can still see the rough shape. They had this helicopter and so David went aboard and went into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main goal now David has is to find the blue fairy of Pinnochio. (In the movie today we watched, rmb he liked the story very much?) This is because he wanted to be a real boy so badly to gain the love of Monica again. In the city, he ran into other robots( one was a jigolo). They were unfortunately captured and placed in an arena where humans watch them burn into shreds. It was almost David's turn.......(2 be continued in next post, not enough space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is only until this post that I realised the dates and time of publish can be altered (silly me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5665568792922038701?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5665568792922038701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5665568792922038701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5665568792922038701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5665568792922038701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-ending-of-ai.html' title='The Movie Ending of AI'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-9212815879090529991</id><published>2008-05-29T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>Ok, so basically, the first week of the holidays was quite fun. I mean, I slacked everyday...XP But I did go for CIP more often....mum giving me money for that. Then I told her this undermines the true meaning of CIP, so she decreased the amount. My cousin was quite mad for that. (His also decrease.) But I said this was to uphold the spirit and he said LAME. Then I read joke books at the library. I read the preschoolers column. So fun, the books all so new, not like the adults one like all battered. Anyway, so ya lar, NYGH lost in The Arena to RI. Bit sad but seniors, I still think you all RAWK! I am sure one day we can bash the boys up and say GIRLS RULE!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still having CCA, very poor thing. I am supposed to say that women in SG dun need more rights. But really, do we need more? But who cares, just a training session. But sadly my coach going away le, we did give her gifts, but I think all the chocolate melted when we put them under the sun. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, can you all speak more on the class blog. Apparently I am the only one left screaming there to nobody! I dun blog often, so do write there to let me reply sth occasionally!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, something quite wierd happened today when I was doing CIP. Instead of doing my own trolley, I went to grab the other girl's books and started doing her trolley instead. Then my trolley left unattended. No wonder, I was thinking, how come the flow of books just never ends! In the end the librarian came out and told me that was my trolley. I almost wanted cry lor. So embarrassing! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-9212815879090529991?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/9212815879090529991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=9212815879090529991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9212815879090529991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9212815879090529991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7817166495877553755</id><published>2008-05-24T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>I had Fun!</title><content type='html'>This will be a very boring blog unless you understand sth about debate. Well, yesterday we had the spar, and of cos we lost. We were like too intimidated and nervous so we lost greatly in the style. Also, we lacked a lot of strong arguements. (Really good lesson though) Anyway, so bad that Fiza is leaving! Why just why!? So sad....hope the next person is not a guy lar! Anyway, do watch ARENA FINALS next week. Really exciting show. =] Well, holiday is strating and I am having lots of fun already! But I know there is a lot of work for me, so really need to buck up! Anyway, results ok lar. But just for your info, the person who got 100 percent for IM in sec 1 is in 1/2. Clever lar this ppl! And the GEP class ppl right(according to memory) 1/13, whole class History A1. Other subjects also but cant rmb which one. Anyways, thanks for visiting and enjoy your holidays too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7817166495877553755?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7817166495877553755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7817166495877553755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7817166495877553755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7817166495877553755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-fun.html' title='I had Fun!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4715510945213558373</id><published>2008-05-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Going to the last day....</title><content type='html'>Hihi... Tomoro is Friday le. Today many things happen lar. At the Nanzhong Quan there, I did not cum yesterday mar. So is like I very blur lor. Then need to follow Shin Yun they all. And if I am not wrong, the instructor wanted to say 'chu bu', but accidentally said ' chio bu'. So funny!Then at the Malay appreciation, I knida like read my own book and got caught. ;P I was also doing my Jap but lucky teacher did not confiscate.  Then the music one very funny lar. Those who wanted to sabo me today, I shall remember! Muahahahhahahaha...... And later at the sabbaticals, I had to make up for the absence yesterday so had to skip the performmance ( Phew~ ). Jacq do very well lar.....smile and smile .......THAT PERSON JUST NVR LEARN!  And then when we did individual storytelling, I did very funny stuff and every saentence I was laughing, although the story was about war and violence. But still, I think I better than SOMEONE, who cannot even remember the stroy and we had to tell her how to say. ANd she forgot the characters. -_- And then ( What else happened today har? ) Oh yes! Lunch I was very hungry and then spent my time muching on burgers and a bowl of Hor Fun. I also ate many more snacks later. (OMG! I SO FAT) And....tomoro is the day of the SPAR, or for your info, it means that I am debating against my seniors. We are supposed to have fun, but you know, still will be nervous you see.... Well, wish myself good luck lar. Haha! @.@ ( O, 1 more thing, I almost had a chance to see the whole class's results, but fate did not allow that in the end....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4715510945213558373?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4715510945213558373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4715510945213558373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4715510945213558373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4715510945213558373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-to-last-day.html' title='Going to the last day....'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3863036557039883258</id><published>2008-05-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, forgot to post for a long time. So sorry. Anyway, I wanna tell you all that if you wanna schedule your post to a later date, don't! Mine didnt come out in the end and now it makes the mother lack much sense. Anyway, how are your sabbacticals? Mine was quite fun. We made fun of Jacque and we kinda predicted our own death. She thinks she is the greatest...BLEh XP ( My sabats was story telling) She said she had the ability to give the story a great twist. She said the TV spotted her beauty despite her lack of brains. So funny! Nvr see ppl so .....so.....self-loving one lorx!&lt;br /&gt; Pssst....On Saturday the NYDC went for a competition but kinda flunk.....But the overall winner was still a girls school ( GIRLS ROX ) HCI lost to SCGS in the final round. That chairperson from RJC was like so crappy... say what the oppostion supports oppostion party in real life and HCI supports PAP...so heartwarming. Things like that lar...anyway I AM NOT AMUSED. hahahahahahahahahahas. I told my friend to punch him for me. ( I became more violent recently) O, seniors, you all still rawk!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Gracci, I cannot tag your blog dunno why. Sry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads &lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Fuji Apple ( I ate 3 fuji apples for the past week)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3863036557039883258?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3863036557039883258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3863036557039883258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3863036557039883258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3863036557039883258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-2069548124688686661</id><published>2008-05-06T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Movie Ending of AI II</title><content type='html'>....The human started using a laser to scan them. The worker realised that David was such a wonderful creation that in fact the scanner showed he was a boy! However, b4 this worker could help the other robots to get David out, he was already put onto that board. He grew scared and shouted for help. With this, sb from the audience said," A robot cannot sense such fear! He is a boy! Cruel! No!" And so he was released and he carried on his adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More adventures( I forgot) Then he went to this place whereby he saw himself as a result of mass production. He even saw himself number 2. He was angry and he destroyed it. He wanted to be unique. (I forgot what happened next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he got stuck in a car with Teddy. The car was in front of the statue of the blue fairy.Then the screen says 500 years later. The world is already gone. We are gone. Aliens dorminated Earth. Somehow the aliens found David and Teddy, got them out. They then read his mind and found him pitiable. I think for this they rewarded him( as in they think he let him know about how human used to live) and said they can grant him one wish. He said I want a last day only with my mum, as a real boy. (Blue fairy thing happened)So Teddy passed them the hair that David cut from his mother and using the DNA, they made her again. And so they spent their day together, ending with the narrator saying " For the 1st time.....David went to sleep." If I am not wrong, after this day, they died....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very touching story, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you all find that my review is wrong, tell me to change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all le....&lt;br /&gt;BB( Today tired, nothing interesting also)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-2069548124688686661?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/2069548124688686661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=2069548124688686661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2069548124688686661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/2069548124688686661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-ending-of-ai-ii.html' title='Movie Ending of AI II'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-9218459986578329126</id><published>2008-05-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Very Tired Part II</title><content type='html'>Wow, finally finished my CCA. Very tired lor. Lucky got win if not sure whine like hell. Anyway just now the lunch was quite horrible and I had no idea what I was eating. I think it was pork noodle or sth like that. Only remember lots of ginger in it. Hahax. Anyway, saw that gracci tagged me. Thank you hor! If you all wan me to link who just request lar, I will try to do it asap. Hehe....O ya! Just now went Mini Toons they had new products and t fashion bags are very cute....bought it for a friend...very nice......go and take a look lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-9218459986578329126?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/9218459986578329126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=9218459986578329126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9218459986578329126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/9218459986578329126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-tired-part-ii.html' title='Very Tired Part II'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4329263085406999442</id><published>2008-05-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Very Tired</title><content type='html'>Hi people! First the announcement from Jacqueline is that she does not want anyone to buy me a pencil case for my B.day as she is going to do so on mine. Next is that I am finally going back to training in CCA and that makes me very happy. We've been free from it for like what....2 wks liao lor! And well, cannot think of anything more to crap about, except about me being almost late yesterday. Ran like hell at the gate when I was at the bus stop and heard that the music was playing lor! How come that day one bus less in the morning har? Then the previous bus too croweded, uncle dun let me in! Blearrgh! Some more met teacher on bus...didnt realise until last stop then think like (shyt) OMG! Anyway, it was heng that I got there in time still.....=] And then how come during assembly hor, all the announcements say we lost to R ppl har? Like we all get 3rd or 2nd like that. Sad you e! So in the future we all must work hard to chage this fact hor! Not true that R ppl must win you know! XD Anyway, need to go out for CCA le. First thing in morning I type blog, I think I really xiao le! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4329263085406999442?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4329263085406999442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4329263085406999442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4329263085406999442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4329263085406999442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-tired.html' title='Very Tired'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4529544887235793532</id><published>2008-04-26T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Sad Case...</title><content type='html'>Aiya! Yesterday sick then go see doctor then nvr go for debate. They said that our seniors lost to RI. We got 2nd lar. But still good. Yippees! Anyway, have you ppl chosen your sabbaticals? I mean I posted mine le. Here are the results of my choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM: Kickboxing( I dunno why I MUST choose this. I thought we have that Malay culture thingy?)&lt;br /&gt;PM: 1. Storytelling (least tiring)&lt;br /&gt;         2. Chinses Opera&lt;br /&gt;         3. Scriptodub&lt;br /&gt;         4. Rockclimbing(slightly scared of heights)&lt;br /&gt;         5. Tag Rugby ( what in the hell is this after all?)&lt;br /&gt;         6. International chess ( I am sure to fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so sad that we cannot choose the ethnic cooking lor. I nvr cook b4 in my life ok! Then can go supermarket some more the list say. Sad case.....By the way, this is for Jiani: Well, too bad, we will just have to aim for 85 everytime. They are just trying to take away our dreams in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Happy B.Day to Shin Yun! I better see you change your keychain, bookmark, pencil case and wallet on Monday hor!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES~&lt;br /&gt;Fuji Apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4529544887235793532?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4529544887235793532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4529544887235793532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4529544887235793532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4529544887235793532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-case.html' title='Sad Case...'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-4739835338461022451</id><published>2008-04-24T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Sian....</title><content type='html'>What the...today very tired lor! Heng teacher said maths can hand in next week. If not I in trouble le! By the way, I am asking if anyone knows when to hand in Statistical poster cos my grp havent. -_- And also...thanks for tagging......Touched. I feel very tired today......no further improvement in condition. Sad case. Anyway, tag more, tag more! Hehe. And tody you all run in Nanzhong Quan very funny. That Joey hor! Go and force and butt the head under the cathers forcefully again just becos others say she first time very pro! Weird lar! Then first time cannot go through go and keep headbutting for 3 times....LOLx! Anyway, those who wanted the crosswords so much this morning, I will try to bring again tomoro! Hehe....~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-4739835338461022451?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/4739835338461022451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=4739835338461022451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4739835338461022451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/4739835338461022451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/sian.html' title='Sian....'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-821780943311555341</id><published>2008-04-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Just read and Tag!</title><content type='html'>1st thing ist, I heard from Mr Alex that while I was absent yesterday, you all cared about me a lot and wrote my name on the board. Thank you so much! So touched now.....Tissue!Tissue! Then next is posting photos on blog. The other time they say uploaded but I could not see the pics. Can some of you just teach me? Anyway, need to congratulate all those whose HEATS! So proud.....Tissue again! LOLX. And to that dear Shin Yun, my mum say prefer sudoku to the word puzzle, so dun you dare buy those for me! GRRRRRRR.... On yar......thanks for teaching me maths btw.....BYE..bb...BB...bye! Lame...LOLx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-821780943311555341?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/821780943311555341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=821780943311555341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/821780943311555341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/821780943311555341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-read-and-tag.html' title='Just read and Tag!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-3519532725850447344</id><published>2008-04-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Mac~Wood words war....funny</title><content type='html'>Today Grace lee and miss ying hui went to watch the battle of the singlisher thingy with me at library. Mr mac lost...Muahahaha. But we voted for him. He lost by 1 vote(40-41). All the PSL and students council vote for Miss Birchwood lor! Then they very funny. The student go and ask Mr Mac why he always shake his butte. Then he say," You got watch TV or not. That guy(what's his name har?) ....ah! ...That Phua Chu Kang hor, also shake like this....you got ask him? Then why ask me? This is my butte and I do whatever I like!" We laugh like xiao. Then another one go and ask the Ms Birchwood ' can you name 3 Singlish starting with wa?' Then she go and say wa lao, wa biang and wa seh. LOL! For Mr mac is starting with KIA. So he say Kia su Kia si and Kia bo. So damn funny. Then the 2 mins speech they give also very funny lor. He go and say why teach at nanyang girl. Is because a singaporean friend bring him here and introduce. Then he say is because we so damn clever. But he say we always what jalan jalan. LOL. Hahahaha......... Anyway, he still have supporters lah. The sec 3 or 4 girls go and use follscap write go Mr mac or sth. The other side they got the I (heart shape) BIRCHWOOD sticker. Funny lor these ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-3519532725850447344?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/3519532725850447344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=3519532725850447344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3519532725850447344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/3519532725850447344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/macwood-words-warfunny.html' title='Mac~Wood words war....funny'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-6858408496329374588</id><published>2008-04-15T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Today is a happy day ...I think,,,,</title><content type='html'>What the hell! This morning wake up then the whole face rashes, very itchy lor! Then com to school some more feel like floating. The PE today throwing very funny, I almost threw at the senior. Lucky ppl dodged. LOLx And then in afternoon still have 3rd lang....very tired lar. Anyway, another post nxt time. BB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-6858408496329374588?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/6858408496329374588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=6858408496329374588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6858408496329374588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/6858408496329374588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-happy-day-i-think.html' title='Today is a happy day ...I think,,,,'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-1038208540977659498</id><published>2008-04-15T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Bored~</title><content type='html'>What the today vey xian...raining then still need to go out later for doctor lar. Anyway, I am trying to put the tag board so that anyone who comes here will stop complaining and my blog will have more visitors. The music maybe not because I found out that if I put that , all my posts will be blocked. :[ Anyway, I will try to load the pics of us cleaning the classroom today to show that WE DID OUR PART for the class ok? The pics are very funny, i guarantee. (nice pose)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-1038208540977659498?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/1038208540977659498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=1038208540977659498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1038208540977659498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/1038208540977659498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored.html' title='Bored~'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-5467972493497150373</id><published>2008-03-12T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual, I forgot to post the messages. Anyway, did you all go out to play during holidays?It's been raining everyday so my cycling trip is cancelled all the time. And my cramps are still here afetr the LSC. The cideos on youtube are nice, but the images are quite blur. I suggest you watch the sec 2s writing their own tribute. Very silly but still nice music added. Thanks for dropping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-5467972493497150373?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/5467972493497150373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=5467972493497150373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5467972493497150373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/5467972493497150373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-7091191336130173574</id><published>2008-03-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I forgot to post entries AGAIN! It always happen to me. Anyway gals, thanks for the nice time at the LSC. I really enjoyed myself. And I was hoping that all of us can still do the New Age Girl and chicken dance some other day still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-7091191336130173574?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/7091191336130173574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=7091191336130173574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7091191336130173574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/7091191336130173574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8580544288530041018</id><published>2008-02-28T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Hi anyone who sees this...Can sb explain to me why is there so much work in school?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still trying to figure out how to put a chatbox and music....Hahaz...I am bad in IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8580544288530041018?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8580544288530041018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8580544288530041018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8580544288530041018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8580544288530041018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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-8162964085243371444.post-8802048678282577289</id><published>2008-02-26T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:45:15.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Story'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>I am not satisfied with this yet so please do not leave any comments. That will be very unfair for me and your judgement. Anyway, thanks for dropping bye and pls tell me what you wish to see on my blog. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8162964085243371444-8802048678282577289?l=chomping-apples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/feeds/8802048678282577289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8162964085243371444&amp;postID=8802048678282577289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8802048678282577289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8162964085243371444/posts/default/8802048678282577289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chomping-apples.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Dot (ie Chomping Apples)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525644006104366891</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>
