<?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-6464016891266601817</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:04:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay my journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6464016891266601817.post-8673297303925568936</id><published>2009-07-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:21:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Conversation Day 9&lt;br /&gt;My favorite subject in school is physical education. PE is a subject that doesn't require any studying. Its is just there for students to have fun and relax once a week, a subject that is totally out of the normal lesson, where teacher teaches for the whole hour about topics. In pe lessons, the teacher will 1st demonstrate how to do the activity to us 1st, after that we are free to try out the activities the teachers taught. I would like to study about the natural environment.  There are many things undiscovered by man, and i would like to discover and learn more of our planet, and the amazing things this world have for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that  not everyone should go to university. Although the respect gained from university graduates is far more than polytecnic students, some people gain the same amout of money as university graduates. Its not about which instituition you go to, is about the amout of work that is put in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-8673297303925568936?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8673297303925568936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-9-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/8673297303925568936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/8673297303925568936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-9-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-3635417729144424425</id><published>2009-07-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:10:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffbbff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oral Picture Day 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The picture depicts a scene of a Biology laboratory. From the looks of the student, i think that this picture is taken in a university, as all the students looks like young adults. All of them are wearing rubber gloves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ready to do the experiments. There are many agar plates on the table, and the girl in the middle is spreading the bacteria on the plate with the spreader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-3635417729144424425?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3635417729144424425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-9-picture-depicts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3635417729144424425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3635417729144424425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-9-picture-depicts.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-5826838681655522243</id><published>2009-07-11T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:22:36.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Conversation Day 7&lt;br /&gt;I live in woodlands street 11, blk170, and its on the fourth floor. Although i love my house alot, i do not like some things about the house. Firstly, my house is on the fourth floor, which is very low and the view from the windows is really bad. All you can see is the the back of the coffee shop to the right, and another row of flat in front. Secondly, the view from my room is bad too. All you can see from there is the back of the flats, with the the air conditioning units and hanging clothes. Other than those two, i love my house. I am a very untidy person. If you were to look at my tables, you will understand what i mean. My table is crowded with many many worksheets, and my drawers are stuffed with stuffs. Everything is a mess, and its no wonder why my parents nags at me about my room everyday. However, its is really suprising that i can tidy my room at a very fast speed, even my mothers is impressed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-5826838681655522243?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5826838681655522243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-7-i-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5826838681655522243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5826838681655522243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-7-i-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-7560146125944573034</id><published>2009-07-11T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:15:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Picture Day 7&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows a scene in a hawker centre. As seen in the picture, many adults are cleaning up the hawker centre with hose and scrubs. Those people are probably the stall owners, and they are cleaning up the hawker centre probably due to a contagious disease which is spreading. Cleaning up the hawker centre would be to prevent the disease from spreading in a crowded hawkers centre. I can infer from the many people standing outside the hawker centre that the hawker centre is a famous one. These people have come to have a meal in the hawker centre, but are dissapointed as the hawker is under cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-7560146125944573034?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7560146125944573034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-7-this-picture-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7560146125944573034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7560146125944573034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-7-this-picture-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-2247049299027144138</id><published>2009-07-11T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:07:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Conversation Day 5&lt;br /&gt;One subject at school i enjoy is chemistry. Unlike subjects like biology and geography that requires students to memories loads of stuffs, chemistry is a subject that requires student to apply the knowledge that they learn. In order to excel in chemistry, we need to understand the different effect different chemicals will have if they were put together, and use this knowledge to answer the question in the tests. I love working with my own hands. I feel that only through experience can i learn the thing fully. Though i have learn the theory under some topics, only by doing them myself through experiments will i truly understand it. so i feel that, it is alot better learning from doing things, than reading about them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-2247049299027144138?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2247049299027144138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-5-one-subject-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/2247049299027144138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/2247049299027144138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-5-one-subject-at.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-2775238008771378685</id><published>2009-07-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:48:57.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Picture Day 5&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows a scene in the science lab in a school in Singapore. This can be seen from the Singapore flag on the top right hand corner of the picture. There are 5 people in the pictures, and 4 of them are wearing. I guess that the lady on the left is the teacher guiding them through the experiment. in the middle, there is a retort stand with 2 pulley hanging on it and weights hanging on the pulley below. This is probably a physics experiment where students are suppose to find out how much force is needed to lift different weights by using the pulley system. One of the student, which is blocked by the male student on the right, is recording the results of the experiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-2775238008771378685?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2775238008771378685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-5-this-picture-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/2775238008771378685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/2775238008771378685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-5-this-picture-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-927130833482501298</id><published>2009-07-11T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:22:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Conversation Day 3&lt;br /&gt;One competition i entered would be the oil rig competition. The competitions  require the competitors to build a model semi-submersible oil rig, and use it to race other model oil rigs built by other competitors. As we thought that it was a competition that was easy to win, we joined it in hopes of winning it. We took the competition very lightly and slacked until the last week before the competition. It was only then we realized that we are way behind time, as building a model oil rig didn't seem as easy as we thought. Many factors had to be considered in order to make the rig, for example, the weight of the rig, the center of gravity and the speed of the rig. We thought that we were unable to finish it in time, so we wanted to disqualify ourselves from the competition. However, with the encouragement of our teacher-in-charge, and the help of the DNT teacher, we manage to build the oil rig in time for the competition! Although we didn't win it,  we felt that it was a good experience, and hope that we can join it next year, if we were able to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-927130833482501298?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/927130833482501298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-3-one-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/927130833482501298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/927130833482501298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-conversation-day-3-one-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-4004309435602947830</id><published>2009-07-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:36:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral Picture Day 3&lt;br /&gt;This picture show a scene at the beach. 7 people can be seen from the foreground making something like a castle out of the sand on the beach. The woman on the right seems older than the rest of the 6, she probably is the teacher or guardian of the six teenagers who seems younger than her. on the top right hand corner of this picture, a young lady is burying a man in sand. I guess that they are a couple, and this way of burying people in sand is a great way to relax and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background there are many others making the sandcastle like in the foreground. The beach is a great place for people to let loose and enjoy themselves with their families or friend. It brings people together to have fun and do the many activities that can be done on the beach. Not only that, the beach is also a great place to distress yourself after a stressful week at work or school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-4004309435602947830?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4004309435602947830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-3-this-picture-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/4004309435602947830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/4004309435602947830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-picture-day-3-this-picture-show.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-7277155619246832861</id><published>2009-06-28T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:30:47.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral conversation day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One elderly relative of mine would be my grandmother. She is a wonderful woman and a great cook. Although her cooking skills cannot be match to some of the famous cooks out there, but to think of the work she needs to put in at her age just to cook a heartwarming meal for the whole family, anything she cook would be nice. Even in her sixties, surrounded by sickness and pain, she still lives on smiling. Her heartwarming smile would means that my parents have done a good job in taking care of her, and fro that smile, i learn that i should be filial to my parents, and one day receive this same smile from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were able to do something for her, i would bring her for a big feast, to let her enjoy herself as much as she can before she....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that elderly should live among with their family, together under one roof. On the verge of life and death, what elderly would love the most is to enjoy every bit of the time they have left with their family and friends. Elderly should live under the care of their family members, but if the family isn't able to take care of the elderly, sending them to the nursing home would be a good choice. For example, for a couple of two, and both of them are working, there is hardly any time for them to interact with the elderly. It would be better if they were sent to the elderly home where they can meet new friends and be taken care of 24 hours round the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to design a special home for the elderly, it would include a nice garden to freshen the air up and to allow the elderly to take walks throuhg the garden. It would also include a exercising room for the elderly to exercise. Last but not least, i would include an interaction room for the elderly to interact and talk to the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that special home for the elderly should not be free of charge. If the special homes where to be free of charge, everyone would send their elderly to the homes. Not only that, the homes will not be able to sustain itself as there isn't any fund coming into the homes for the homes to upgrade or to sustain the basic necessities the elderly they need...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-7277155619246832861?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7277155619246832861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/oral-conversation-day-1-one-elderly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7277155619246832861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7277155619246832861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/oral-conversation-day-1-one-elderly.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-6162128234123929600</id><published>2009-06-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:12:35.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oral picture day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows a scene in the nursing home where seven elderly, each sitting on a wheelchair, are playing ball the two ladies wearing a white shirt and black skirt, who are probably nurses taking care of these elderly. The nurse with the hair tied up is standing in the middle, throwing the beach ball at the old man who raises his hand readily to catch the ball.  the other nurse stands at the background, beside the elderly woman. Everyone's attention is to the ball. By looking at the railings at the central background, i think that this is the room where elderly from the nursing home exercise. It is good that that the elderly exercise regularly as it keeps them healthy and fit through their last few years of life. Many old people dread being sent to the nursing home as they think that their children have neglected them, but for most of the time, its is really for their own good. If the coming generation cannot take good care of them themselves, sending them to the nursing home, where there are friends, food, shelter and unlimited care provided would be the best choice they could have, but this choice must come with regular visits to the elderly they sent there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-6162128234123929600?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6162128234123929600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/oral-picture-day-1-this-picture-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/6162128234123929600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/6162128234123929600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/oral-picture-day-1-this-picture-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-5270028695339208504</id><published>2009-03-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:53:04.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T1W10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Very quickly, the hunters took out their guns and began shooting at the animals one by one. Knowing that his instructions was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nebulous&lt;/span&gt;, he shouted "cease fire! My instruction was very clear that i wan them alive, not dead. Whats the value of it when its dead? Bring them alive to me!" The old man was now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reviled&lt;/span&gt; by the hunters, as they are annoyed by this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pesky&lt;/span&gt; little boss of theirs. It was not all that easy to catch them, as there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vicissitudes&lt;/span&gt; even to get near them, but finally, with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; puissant&lt;/span&gt; hand they caught one of them. Contented, the old man returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-5270028695339208504?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5270028695339208504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w10-very-quickly-hunters-took-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5270028695339208504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5270028695339208504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w10-very-quickly-hunters-took-out.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-9189099010653230691</id><published>2009-03-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:53:50.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Soon, they reached a crossroad. Not sure of which roads to take, the group began a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;strife&lt;/span&gt;. One wanted to take the left route, the other right. One side would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;balk&lt;/span&gt; at the idea of going to the other path, as one wrong move may get them lost and trapped forever. In the end, the two sides split up into two groups, with the old man going with the one on the right. Amazingly, the people from the right side was correct. Walking into a chamber, large noises could be heard form the animal. There were a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; legion&lt;/span&gt; of them, and the old man's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;megalomania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; was starting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-9189099010653230691?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9189099010653230691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w9-soon-they-reached-crossroad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/9189099010653230691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/9189099010653230691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w9-soon-they-reached-crossroad.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-5768128017276711870</id><published>2009-03-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:54:50.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Although they got inside the place, but they have many other problems to solve. The hunters &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;deemed&lt;/span&gt; that the species &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;romp&lt;/span&gt; behind rocks and dark corners. Searching for it would be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;abortive &lt;/span&gt;attempt. Nevertheless, to be able to impress their boss,  they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;modified&lt;/span&gt; their torch lights to shine a larger range, in hopes of finding one scampering through the light. They proceeded inwards the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tortuous&lt;/span&gt; place.....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-5768128017276711870?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5768128017276711870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w8-although-they-got-inside-place-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5768128017276711870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5768128017276711870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w8-although-they-got-inside-place-but.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-5791276396534570794</id><published>2009-03-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:54:23.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In order to get through the researchers, the group &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;devised&lt;/span&gt; a plan. The plan was to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hoax&lt;/span&gt; the guards into thinking that they were researchers researching on the animal. As the information about the animal was top secret, the guards let them past as since they knew about it, they must be researchers. Laughing at the guards &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gullibility&lt;/span&gt;, the group continued on. Upon reaching a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fallacious murky labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;, they cheered..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-5791276396534570794?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5791276396534570794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w7-in-order-to-get-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5791276396534570794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5791276396534570794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w7-in-order-to-get-through.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-8009310484525816397</id><published>2009-03-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:54:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;This fine one day, the old man heard news that there was a type of rare animal which was expected to be extinct. The old man, eager for anything rare, rushed to Africa in search for it. The animal, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;indigenous&lt;/span&gt; to Africa, lives in a dark and murky &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;habitat&lt;/span&gt;, far far away from the nearest town. But there was one problem, the place was kept away from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;interlopers&lt;/span&gt;, and the news was suppose to be a top secret thing to save the species. Nevertheless, the old man found someone who was famous for his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;virtuosity &lt;/span&gt;in hunting. He gathered his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;coterie&lt;/span&gt; of hunters and set off to fins the creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-8009310484525816397?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8009310484525816397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w6-this-fine-one-day-old-man-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/8009310484525816397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/8009310484525816397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w6-this-fine-one-day-old-man-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-1349071838079234732</id><published>2009-03-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:39:12.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T1W5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The next day he woke up, he felt very good. As he look out through his balcony, A smug appeared on his face, thinking that he was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;paragon&lt;/span&gt; for great successful man. His ravage across the villages would sure be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;landmark&lt;/span&gt; victory for him. Out of the sudden, his daughter came towards him, with the sweet smile she always put on. Not wanting to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fetter&lt;/span&gt; his mood, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;declaimed&lt;/span&gt; his own daughter. His daughter, knowing that his father was angry again, ran off with a sad face as usual. His father display of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;asperity&lt;/span&gt; saddens her, but it cannot be helped, what she was was totally different from his parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-1349071838079234732?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1349071838079234732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-day-he-woke-up-he-felt-very-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/1349071838079234732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/1349071838079234732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-day-he-woke-up-he-felt-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-5148328083688183859</id><published>2009-03-04T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:39:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T1W4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;This old man, he says one, no one dared to say two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;One day, he felt terribly bored, he decided to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nettle&lt;/span&gt; and cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;raze&lt;/span&gt; among the village populace. He drove far far away, to some rural villages where no law can work on, and started his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt;. With large gun and an army of well-paid men, they caused a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mammoth lethal&lt;/span&gt; attack on the people. But the people of the village won't go down without a fight. With large spears and bows they fought back, but even still, to no avail. Soon, the whole land was lead to waste, and the contented old man drove home smiling, thinking of the good deed he had done ending their misery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-5148328083688183859?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5148328083688183859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w4-this-old-man-he-says-one-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5148328083688183859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/5148328083688183859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w4-this-old-man-he-says-one-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-7539198370416422852</id><published>2009-03-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T05:39:56.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T1W3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Once there was this man, who was in his riches. His status was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;propitious&lt;/span&gt;, and he was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;incontrovertibly&lt;/span&gt; rich. He thought he had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;subjugate&lt;/span&gt; the world, and didn't listen to anyone's advises. All he did was to follow what he thinks is right, and there wasn't any premises for anything. He is like a dumb old man to himself, with no friends by his side. Only his wife is kind enough to tolerate his stubbornness, but still, her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; goal is to get hold of his riches. Slowly she prepared her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;surreptitious&lt;/span&gt; plan to get rich.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-7539198370416422852?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7539198370416422852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w3-once-there-wad-this-man-who-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7539198370416422852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7539198370416422852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w3-once-there-wad-this-man-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-3236155274650202605</id><published>2009-01-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:39:58.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can one improve his/her English skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;In my point of view, i feel that one can improve his/her english skills. There are many ways one can improve their skills, one of them is reading, by reading widely, you can get all types of knowledge, from interpreting skills to vocabulary skills... the amount of skils u can get from reading is endless, and somemore its interesting... it is a very good way of increasing english skills.... another way is what we are doing, blogging, it allows to freely express your views on things, and let others to see it.... it is a very good way to let out what you have been keeping to yourself for so long... and through typing, u can improve your english as it shapes the way you write...these are only two of the many many ways people can improve their english, so why not. people can improve their english skills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-3236155274650202605?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3236155274650202605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-one-improve-hisher-english-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3236155274650202605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3236155274650202605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-one-improve-hisher-english-skills.html' title='Can one improve his/her English skills'/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-3880999286187010089</id><published>2009-01-17T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:34:56.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W2:MY 2ND JOURNAL&lt;br /&gt;OH FOR NOW IS THE THE SECOND TIME I AM WRITING THIS JOURNAL(2 JOURNALS IN A DAY, THIS&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ILK&lt;/span&gt; OF DOING THINGS IS FREAKING USELESS) OK NOW, LETS TALK ABOUT THE 3 NEW STUDENTS THAT JOINED US LAST FRIDAY....OF ALL 3 I ONLY KNOW ONE, WHICH IS THE FAT ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FLAMBOYANT&lt;/span&gt; FATS MAKE HIM SO DARN ATTRACTIVE YOU KNOW:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH NOW LETS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TRUNCATE&lt;/span&gt; THIS JOURNAL BY SAYING BYES:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH I HOPE THESE JOURNALS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PRESTIGIOUS REMUNERATION&lt;/span&gt; TO ME:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-3880999286187010089?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3880999286187010089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-for-now-is-the-second-time-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3880999286187010089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/3880999286187010089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-for-now-is-the-second-time-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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-6464016891266601817.post-7076554145858624712</id><published>2009-01-17T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:32:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA HEY HI MR KEK:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;T1W1 MY 1ST JOURNAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOW, 1ST TIME I AM WRITING THIS JOURNAL! WELL, WHEN MR KEK 1ST SAID WE GOING TO DO A BLOG JOURNAL, I WAS VERY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SANGUINE&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ZEALOUS&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT IT AS IT WAS THE 1ST EVER TIME ANY TEACHER TRIED THIS KIND OF JOURNAL WRITING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT AS I REACHED HOME, I WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GARBLED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ON WHAT TO WRITE... I REALLY HOPE THAT I CAN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OBVIATE&lt;/span&gt; DOING THIS JOURNAL.... IM LIKE A SLAVE BEING&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;COERCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; TO DO WORK BY THE MASTER.... NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6464016891266601817-7076554145858624712?l=idonemyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7076554145858624712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-hey-hi-mr-kek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7076554145858624712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6464016891266601817/posts/default/7076554145858624712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonemyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-hey-hi-mr-kek.html' title='HAHA HEY HI MR KEK:)'/><author><name>........</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07882068218483991602</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>
