<?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-6405763</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>yea..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-112381914000705518</id><published>2005-08-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:59:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahhhaaa.. Omegod!! Me just remembered i haf a bloggie!! *&lt;em&gt;swipe a few cobwebs off the ceiling wif my righthand and blew off the dust over this barren platform. &lt;/em&gt;Ahh.. dats betta. Hahahaz! Alrighty man. If some1s actualli looking at tis, Hi. if not Hi john. john: Hi john. HIhihi! Hi ur head la HI. haix.. 1st thing 1st.. Tiff!! didnt noe u went to the states man!!! dats so ficking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lor.. unlike here so stuffy and sweaty and scorching and stifling and suffocating and smothering and sickening&lt;em&gt;(aliiteration used here, to be more precise the literary called it sibilants -- Hahha cant help it muggin for lit ye noe) &lt;/em&gt;Hahah.. okae cut the crap. i mean its raly cool studying there. Yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright man. To all sentiments of me fellow unfortunate JC-ians, yes, prelims is coming. Death draws near. at least my death draws near. i still have like 3 lit books im supposed to memorise and chant them from the back to the start which i haf not started yet and dunnoe where i misPLACED them. Cool yea? i tink i will end up as a coolie or sth. HAHHAAA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal now is simple. get all distinctions and scholarships and surpass all my teachers and beat the Cambridge examiners flat and become the President for the coming election. And then i will hide in a cave for 17 yrs and come out after dat and start afresh. Dun ask me y i wanna hide in a cave. I just like caves. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 10 sth am now. its Fridae morning. and i just ponned school, after GP lecture. the lecture was interesting. Guess wad. the lecturer which is me form teacher and GP teacher(Mr tong Tong tong) said dat he read an article from times 2 yrs ago which mentioned how cloning is gonna revolutinalised the world man.. HHAHaha.. he said right, all of us sure is to drop some hair on the floor which we took it for granted now la.. i mean who will gif a damn or 2 to some stupid DROPPED HAIR, though i noe baldies will feel like its the end of the world. aniwae, he said in the future, when u drop some hair and the cleaner auntie happen to collect it, she can use the DNA from ur hair and clone u, and den she can fool around wif u and ur little fwens at home, bathe wif them and etc. HAHHAHAA.. damn funnie. AND SCARY. YES. IMAGINE. some1 can just take ur useless piece of DROPPED HAIR and clone u. imagine the possibilites man. I raly dun look forward to the future wo-man. Hhahaz. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae. will end here. gonna DOTA wif chris. Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-112381914000705518?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/112381914000705518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/112381914000705518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112381914000705518' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-111607337275457239</id><published>2005-05-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T05:22:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright man, im finally back after abou like uhmm 4 weeks rest?? Hhhahaz. Aniwae, we got silver for the Harmonica orchestra SYF , yea expected, not too bad for a slacker like me. Read sth inspiring and beri meaningful from one of my friends'(dirty Johny) bloggy so i haf decided to be sneaky and copy and paste here. Hahhaaz. Its raly insightful so i wan u guys to read it. &lt;em&gt;(Johny if u not happy i plagerize from u, come find me, i will beat u up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from "Life's Paradox" by George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that&lt;br /&gt;We have taller buildings but shorter tempers;&lt;br /&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less;&lt;br /&gt;We buy more but enjoy less&lt;br /&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families,&lt;br /&gt;More conveniences, but less time;&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees, but less sense;&lt;br /&gt;More knowledge, but less judegment;&lt;br /&gt;More experts, yet more problems,&lt;br /&gt;More medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much,&lt;br /&gt;Spend too recklessly,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh too little,&lt;br /&gt;Drive too fast,&lt;br /&gt;Get too angry,&lt;br /&gt;Stay up too late, get up too tired,&lt;br /&gt;Read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life,&lt;br /&gt;We've added years to life not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but&lt;br /&gt;Have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space.&lt;br /&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;br /&gt;We've conquered tha atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;br /&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information&lt;br /&gt;To produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Copyright breached intentionally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-111607337275457239?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111607337275457239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111607337275457239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111607337275457239' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-111424769503646843</id><published>2005-04-23T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T02:14:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaz.. it looks like my conscience has pricked me hard enough to feel guilty for not blogging for so lonGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG....... yes, cant help it. Been feeling raly shacked tis few weeks cox of NAFA and SYF competition for my harmonica thingy. NAFA was terrible but i still get silver. Okae la not so bad at least. But unlike others i haf to do it twice cox i got DAMN SEVERE CHEST PAINS during the 1st trial. Tink i pushed myself too hard, nearly collapsed. Yes. It was dat bad. Den my kind PE teacher said dat i can do it again the next morning cox it would still be considered as a 1shot test. SO i did. and i failed again. Cox i got DAMN SEVERE STITCH. Moral of the story: dun shit and drink b4 a 2.4km run. You wont like it.&lt;br /&gt;OKok but in the end i managed to breeze thru everything the nx round. Yup. But was damn tiring man. i slept thruout the wholedae in lectures. yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My STF compe is tis fridae.. so i guess i will be darn busy for tis coming week. Sigh. cant help it. Overall, i tink we do averagely well. Wad we lack seriously is the "feel" and coordination. I guess tis pertains to all orchestra groups. so yup. gonna be seriously busy tis coming week so i suggest u pple, if u are still there grasping at the last hope of me blogging and nv losing hope which i muz thank u so much for ur respectable perserverence, wont be seeing me much until nx saturdae bah, or fridae night to be precise, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM DEN A FREEMAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAHHAHAHAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml, which is sundae, me will be goin for some dragonboat fun race!!!! at Kallang dunnoe wad sports river thingy.. SO EXCITING! yes!! must win!! participating as a class, including my form teacher too, Mr Tong Tong. yup. i guess its gonna be both tiring, hot and FUN. K den. gonna stop here. Do tag so dat i can at least sense a presence. Hahaa. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-111424769503646843?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111424769503646843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111424769503646843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424769503646843' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-111226793454243199</id><published>2005-03-31T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T03:18:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha, Vian i noe u are waiting for tis 1.. =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black and White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;and see,&lt;br /&gt;for the receding faces; akin the permeating phrases,&lt;br /&gt;spoken but not taken,&lt;br /&gt;taken but not spoken,&lt;br /&gt;lies a garden of thorns, impregnable, furtive, discreet&lt;br /&gt;of which its trended inskirts,&lt;br /&gt;leaves nothing but scars,&lt;br /&gt;Scars that heal,&lt;br /&gt;and dormant,&lt;br /&gt;and awaken to replicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,&lt;br /&gt;and see,&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to discern?&lt;br /&gt;Can you distinguish?&lt;br /&gt;The actuality from the reality?&lt;br /&gt;The reality from the actuality?&lt;br /&gt;Of which both are similar but opposite dichotomies,&lt;br /&gt;that congregate and shape the shadow of monotony.&lt;br /&gt;See,&lt;br /&gt;don't look.&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth,&lt;br /&gt;and falsity,&lt;br /&gt;two complementary words where one defines the other.&lt;br /&gt;White,&lt;br /&gt;and black,&lt;br /&gt;two complementary colours that distinguish one other.&lt;br /&gt;Of which both, slightly tainted,&lt;br /&gt;turn lies,&lt;br /&gt;decolourises.&lt;br /&gt;And form the hue of grey;&lt;br /&gt;the skeleton of per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth,&lt;br /&gt;and falsity,&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to discern?&lt;br /&gt;Can you distinguish?&lt;br /&gt;The truth from the untruth?&lt;br /&gt;The untruth from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Of which both are opposite but similar dichotomies,&lt;br /&gt;that segregate and unveil the trace of hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;False,&lt;br /&gt;but true.&lt;br /&gt;It makes a difference, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-111226793454243199?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111226793454243199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111226793454243199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111226793454243199' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-111182706521490114</id><published>2005-03-26T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:51:05.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/bleach_07.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WahhahaazzZ~ got rid of dat pathetic bloody-looking Sasuke, superseded by Rukia(yea above, from the anime Bleach)!!! All thanX to me bro, honX~ dat finally, we haf another, yes i mean another ethereally alluring fresh taste of paint -- though its again kinda melancholic again like the previous isnt it? Not sure, juz wad i feel from looking at it the 1st time, and whollyly jollyly like it. =)) Gd work dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K man, last few weeks were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stinky lousi tests piling up and had to mug for them. Thus no time to blog. Been playing DOTA like crazy tis few weeks, and literally thrashing ani noobs(or noops) dat pop by and kpkb. Cant stand these lesser beings. WEAK AND LOUD. HAhahahZ~ plz mind not my exceeding arrogance, but wad i sae is unfalse, and pig and gang noes it. Heh. Oh yea, for dose hu dunnoe wads DOTA, its defence of the ancients, a warcraft 3 game. Uhmm, for dose hu dun play wc3, arikatogozhamasai~ BUt its a great game aniwae, not for noobs and losers especially. yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little John suddenly pops by and intervenes: " Big fat lousi shitty liar, if u lazy to blog sae so dun gif lousi excuses, if u no time to blog y got so mani time to play wad waad dotta.. "  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahem. Undergoing a techincal faculty here, plz standby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, settled him. Oh yea, heard from Weiliang dat he will be doing some filming project and need a crew. So i decided to join him!! YEA MAN!! One of my idealistic ambitions is to be a movie director.. WAHAHHAHAAz. So juz wanna pop in and haf some fun. Yup. Oh yea, we are calling for ani Chio bu-s hu are willing to be in our horror movie. Ok heres the gauge, u muz be as nice as Kate Beckinsale or Keira Knightley. As long as u pass tis criteria, we are more den willing to OWN u. HAHhahahhAH.. im juz talking nonsense. We juz need a presentable chiobu. Yup. So if ani self-proclaimed or self-deemed chiobu hu are interested feel free to leave a tag. HEHEz~ Oh yea, if ani1 of u has experience in filming or animation and stuffs and interested or dose hu are raly raly raly interested and willing to sacrifice their time like shit, plz leave a tag too. Yup. dats all. Gonna DOTA now. cyA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt;With much Hailing to honX again~ =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-111182706521490114?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111182706521490114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/111182706521490114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182706521490114' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110846544046201903</id><published>2005-02-15T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T03:04:00.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A tip on How to earn BIG BIG CASH during Chinese New Year and LOSE IT ALL AT AN ONCE !!! -- a breakthrough of discoveries in an arduous journey through the unhaphazard days of Chinese New Year, featured specially by the currently-penniless Little John, whos presently sulking and lamenting over his poor fate, his empty pocket, his endless debts, his pimples, his soccer skills, his animes and everything. The untold story, enveloped wif poignant tragedys and melodramtic profoundness, of how Little John fell into the abyss when he thought dat he had reached the top -- yes, the supposedly darkest days of Little John's little new years adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only last friday dat Little John had witnessed the boundless potential of none other than the mandarin orange. With just 2 oranges, Little John was able to muster a huge fortune, merely by shaking hands and blurting a blessing. Little John then thought, &lt;em&gt;if i go to many many house and shake many many hands and bless many many people den i will haf many many money!!! &lt;/em&gt;It was a NONO-lose deal, and at dat instance, Little John devised his sinister agenda. He planned to go to mani many of his little friends house and get mani mani money. But there was a problem. He had to reach home b4 12pm. Neverthelesss, Little John tried his beri best to go to as mani houses as possible, as fast as his little legs could carry him. In the end, Little John got around 12 bucks. Little John was quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, Little John received a lavish reception from all his relatives and friends. They were playing blackJack and little John was tempted. With one non-chalent disregard for his own pocket and a masculine need to show off, Little John slammed $5 onto the table, hoping to win big BIG BY PLAYING BIG BIG!!! HE GOT SHIT IN THE END. His bugger relative got BAN LUCK LA.. &lt;em&gt;KNN&lt;/em&gt;, Little John cursed. There goes his hard-earned $10. He was left with $2. With the $2, he decided to split them up into 4 50cents, and investing them on other people. HE specially pick those who he tinks haf luck, and invested in them. The game starts... and ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he lost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6405763-110846544046201903?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110846544046201903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110846544046201903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110846544046201903' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110614017696121775</id><published>2005-01-19T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T05:10:29.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Earth" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075174968_izzesEarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysterious&lt;br /&gt;and loving. You are very wise. Your wise as in&lt;br /&gt;you know things others do not, you can see past&lt;br /&gt;stereotypes and see the real people behind&lt;br /&gt;their facades, and people will often come to&lt;br /&gt;you for help and advice. Quite solitary and&lt;br /&gt;somewhat shy around people because you prefer&lt;br /&gt;animals and plants, animals aren't afraid to&lt;br /&gt;show themselves or what they are feeling and&lt;br /&gt;plants are fun to nurture. You are very strong&lt;br /&gt;in your silence if you set your mind on&lt;br /&gt;something you will often times pursue it to the&lt;br /&gt;end. Sometimes you just want to get away, so&lt;br /&gt;you seek refuge in the forest where you can&lt;br /&gt;have time to think and try to sort out your&lt;br /&gt;emotions. The sound of the wind usually calms&lt;br /&gt;you, especially moving through the trees. Life&lt;br /&gt;to you is something precious and should not be&lt;br /&gt;taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110614017696121775?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110614017696121775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110614017696121775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614017696121775' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110569713360189513</id><published>2005-01-14T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T05:32:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mushi mushi.. Sumimase, watashi Little John-kun and bokuwa ish here to tell u Babies about my wonderful trip!! Yup to Japan dat ish!!! And i juz found out then dat the place is called Hokkaido, not Ohaiyo or Okaido or wadeva. Wahaha i look kawaii and neat in my Yokata ritz? Hahaha~ Finaly got a taste of traditional Japanese-style of living. BUT. BUT. TeiMo(BUT). Guess wad I saw the 1st thing i stepped into tis wooden framwork, right on top the television. I saw a catchy catalogue, graffitti-ed with rows of topless innocently indecent Jap women who will prance right to ur doorstep a phonecall away. And to spice things up, even while checking into tis hotel we were warmly welcomed thru a rather tantalising reception of salacious services. Yes. We were greeted by 2 Westerners promoting more luscious offers. I was like wad the HELL are two AHMOs with their CARMOs doing here in a Jap hotel??!! Aniwae me was feeling awkward, i mean who wont? esp. while travelling as a family and a tour group. B4 we went up to check into our rooms, i caught a glimpse of our local tour leader prancing around the 2 Ahmos. He seems rather horny. HahaaZ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="982" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/d0d820b8.jpg" width="670" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aNd anD!! we Oso get to boil ourselves in their hotsprings there!! the Hotsprings are located in a BATH and called a BATH and yea its not uni-sex so dun get too steamed up. YOU MUZ BE ENTIRELY NOODLED(NUDE) -- as claimed by our cute little jap tour guide, REGARDLESS OF UR AGE, RACE, RELIGION, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, BLA BLA. So in there, i guess u can roughly picture the shapes and sizes there. (URGH!) =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And FINALLY Here comes the long awaited screening of Japan's MOST unique and MOST special feature. IT IS NONE OTHER THAN.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE TOILET BOWL. TADA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="646" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/4caa9ea1.jpg" width="659" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahahahaa!!! iF ur MAMA or PAPA tells u dat Japan has a high standard of living, she or he ish so damn right. YES. JAPAN HAS BERI HIGH STANDARDS. even sth as insignificantly important such as the toilet bowl where u pang sai and peepee, they specialise it. Btw, the 3 buttons u see there, beside the bowl, the 1st button ish to shoot the water right into ur &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANAL HOLE, TO CLEAR UR SHITTY REMNANTS I TINK AND I TELL U, U WONT LIKE THE FEELING.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 2nd button is a half-spray i tink. Not dat bad washes ur whole fleshy smelly buttock. The 3rd button was STOP. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FIGURED DAT OUT AFTER DAT BLOODY THiNG SHOOT MY ANAL HOLE FOR A WHOLE FULL MIN&lt;/span&gt;. Heres a more detailed picture at dat screwed-up device.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 466px" height="540" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/P1010017.jpg" width="617" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Btw i was in Japan for 5 days and it was snowing!!! Love the snow alot, and her in the snow too. So nice... HahaaZ.. (yeayea i noe im a nice guy =p) Aniwae, talking about snow heres another one of the funnie creatures the Japanese like to play around in their Japanese mouths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="622" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/40dd91e6.jpg" width="634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES.. its the MIGHTY ALASKA SNOW CRAB -- as claimed by PAPA. It looks horrendously ugly and huge but strangely tasty. But 5 days of these hideous creatures haf sadly make me seasick of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yea U all muz be wondering how the Japanese pple celebrate their New Year eve there. It was nth glamorous actualli, only dat it was snowing heavily in fact it was boring. We juz stood there for ard 2 hrs waiting dumbly for the new yr and listening to the hosts there mumbling their japanese and one of the guys farting incessantly and tinking it was funnie when it wasnt. N btw, we had the new yr there 1st coX its 1 hr early there. yUp heres the scene there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/f5084893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kinda like their New Year song. Sounded nice and we were singing our hearts out. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND IT WAS THERE I AFFIRMED MY QUALMS. I HEREBY DECLARE, UNOFFICIALLY AND RESOLUTELY, THAT 1/2 THE POPULATION OF JAP GALS THERE ARE HOT AND SG GALS ARE NO WHERE COMPARABLE, ENTIRELY OUT OF THE LEAGUE LITERALLY. WAHAHAHAA. FACE IT. ITS THE TRUTH. I HAF SEEN THE RAY OF LIGHT AND IM ENLIGHTENED. OKOk.. THE GUYS THERE ARE HOT TOO. EVERY1S HOT THERE DESPITE THE -19 DEGREE CELCIUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh yea!!! On the wae there we caught sight of tis 3 lovably cuddly snow dogs!! Here Here take a look at them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 678px; HEIGHT: 634px" height="740" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/5f9bd03c.jpg" width="746" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had the urge to go forward and hug them but was AFRAID. They are wae bigger den normal dogs, nearly the size of tigers and the height of an average man. FREAKY. But nice. Nice doggies..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Here comes the BEST part!! It is when we went to play wif the snow!!!! But. BUT. the sad part here ish dat we onli haf ard 3 hrs to soak ourselves in the snow and wet our pants. As a result, We CANT snow skii or skate coX theres not enough time!!! All we did was rent a few small trays which was luckily big enough to fit our buttocks and tyres and went up the slides up and down on and on again until times up. BUT nevertheLESS we HAD FUN. YuP it was fun. And aniwae heres the pic taken there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/4399e3b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha.. yUP those 2 to my left are my 2 idiotic overgrown brothers. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to a Bear farm the next day. Nothing much there , juz HUGE caged bears waiting for us to lump the Bear biscuits and fruits to them. (P.S. The Bear biscuits look realy tasty. No bluff!! HahAz~) Kinda of pitied them. Their enclosed habitats aint raly dat conducive and its kinda overcrowded in there too. And smelly. And Oh yea, it was there dat i also witness the largest crows eva. The crows there are twice our crows in size. DARN HUGE. I also get to take a pic with of the bears too face to face, tis time w/o ani &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brave Huh? here it is and learn much from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/ec382677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look closely at dat face of valour and untamed courage. Its most commendable. Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniwae, it was me b.dae dat faithful day too. Wahahaha.. Was veri happy particularly for some reasons.. Yeayea it was YOU who madEeeeeeee me day. Made every single day for 5 days juz by being there. Strange huH? Hehee.. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OhhHh ohHH b4 i forget. Heres the pic we took there. Family pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/46a16cb7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excluding my eldest brother. Hes not wif us on the trip. Yup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okokaoke man.. Tink tis ish the longest entry i eva wrote. took me 5 hrs. u wanna noe WHY? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COX WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO FINISH, THERES TIS STUPID ERROR WHICH POPS UP ALL OF A SUDDEN AND WHOOSH.. 2 HRS OF WRITING GONE. I SCREAMED AT MY SCREEN FOR 10 MINS AND PERSERVERED TILL NOW. FINALLY ITS OVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i suggest u guys should like save b4 u finish ur entry each time. Its THE SICKIEST FEELINGS when sth like dat crops up. ARGH!!! angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniwae, me enjoyed every moment there. The Jap people there are darn amiable and hospitable and most of them treat u with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ULTIMATE UTMOST RESPECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kinda like their culture there. And oh yea, their packagins are damn nice. Even for a 100 yen cheapo stuffs they package and decorate till u dun feel like opening it. And for dose hu wanna noe wad snow feels and tastes like , it feels like u noe the ice used for ice kachang and stuffs? yea its much softer den dat and the snow dat falls from the sky melts instantly in ur hands. And it tastes like snow. yea. Ok man. Shall end here. Other den their expensive stuffs like how a bowl of ramen cost like 1000yen (S$17++), Japan is definitely a nice place to go if u like Japan and their language and their culture and their gals and lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANIMES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yea!!! Heres some pics for ye all to see. Sayorana den!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/63886a13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 571px" height="633" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/sushi_gal/dd8dcf47.jpg" width="720" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110569713360189513?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110569713360189513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110569713360189513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110569713360189513' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110396945426495925</id><published>2004-12-25T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:10:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Author's note: Alas!!! ALAS!!! IlL sad to say Little John's glamorous adventures shall stop here for a moment (though i noe it have had been many moments), because Little John ISH going to JAPAN F-I-N-A-L-L-Y!!! YEA!!! Heard dat he will be leaving tis coming Mondae and be back around sae.. 4th of Jan. Yup. And oh yea, he will be celebrating his special day there too!! Hopefully wif mani Mani Kawaniiine-chans!!! Wahahahhaa!!! As u may have realised, Little John will be missing 2 days of school, which isH not allowed!! As a result, evil thoughts of forging a fake parents letter condense and muster in Little John's Little Brain. Waitamin, theres akind ofFf ... mMany.. distractionsS round.. Hhere(UrhgHh1!!!!!) aaweq432$%#$^%$Y45#%#%55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little John: wahhahahahhaa!!! Screw dat Fathead. My turn to tok talk Liao. Yes, me going Okaido or Hokaido or Hoaido or Ohaido, sth like dat not sure heard Papa saying i tink he oso dunnoe. He oso sae there beri cold, will haf ice coming down from the sky. He sae i can play wif snoe or low or bow or toes there and make a toeman or sth like dat. Yeayea!!! Fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he oso sae sth beri scary. he sae there now got mani mani natural diseassester. He sae got nerveqake and the ground will shake like shit!! he oso sae if i anihow run will fall into the ground wad rubbish. how can i fall into the ground? But i see Papa face, he beri serious. so i betta be carful juz in case. and oh oh OHh shiTt77!! Mama calling me.. sae muz do finish me sch work 1st. siao man. i haben start lor.. DIe liao LA!!! mayb i bring to Okaido or Hokaido or Hoaido or Ohaido to do LA, do in the ice. will b quite Colditink. Oh yeaayea.. last nitz me go Baby Weiliang party. SEEthem play mani sounds. they call it jam, dunnoe y. mayb they like to eat jam. or maybe they like their thingsssssto be jam. aiya hack care. Not bad la, all so pro de. make me feel likee to join them. mayb go there sing baHh.. NAnnnaaa.. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110396945426495925?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110396945426495925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110396945426495925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110396945426495925' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110172396564505423</id><published>2004-11-29T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T02:26:05.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Exclusive: From the Secret Battles To the Private Emotions, The Untold Story of an epic experience) An Adamant Chef --- Little John (Part 2(1) --- The Day Little John Frowned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Author's note: Before zooming into the climax, Little John insisted(by throwing his usual tantrums, sigh..) that we followed chronologically what really happened, before that fateful Friday, which is Thursday and go accordingly, or else. K fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. where was I. Oh yea. Thus began Little John's glamorous adventures!!! As mentioned in the previous epsiode, Baby Favian and Little John were marching off to Khatib to meet up with Little John's little gang. As they reached the "GOD-DAMNED" supermarket poignantly-stupidly called ABC Supermarket(As to why Little John hate that supermarket so much will be addressed later on down the story), they saw Baby Chris and Smelly Ah poh waiting for them. Together, they went around that shitty place collecting supposedly cheap and good food (&lt;em&gt;wonder who suggested tis SHITTY place!, &lt;/em&gt;Little John thought.), matching them with the grocery list Baby Chris was holding. Soon, the 2 baskets were filled to the brim with all the food and Smelly Ah poh was trying to push the load to Baby Chris who then wanted to pass to Little John. When Little John saw this, he screamed, "Stop that you BABIES!!" and with Little John's mighty command, everything was back to order. After the purchase, more reinforcements arrived. Baby Ah Hao and Kuai kuai Rong Yao came to their rescue!!! As they distributed each item fairly to each gang member, the load burden was much lesser. Smelly Ah poh was made to carry all the mineral bottles as punishment. He seemed happy. Everyone was happy. As they tramped towards the bus-stop to take bus 39 happily, something satanically terrible has already befallen them. Not on them, but on the food they are carrying. Its only a matter of time, that they, the oblivious harbingers of doom, unearth the rooted evil that lurks in the red bulky plastic bags. (Gulp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in the bus trip to Pasir Ris. As they reached their bus-stop, they alighted and was stumped. The chalet was quite a distance. Should they walk, or should they hail for a cab? On hearing that they are gonna take a cab, Little John hurriedly search for his wallet and stare into the scanty VOID. "Oh my oh my.. Taxi is a NO NO!! We got to minimise our financial dependence as much as possible and maximise our Human Resource Capability!! No CAB!!" Little John violently protested. "Wah Kao!!" Smelly Ah poh blurted. "How can? Me tired!!" Everyone ignored Smelly Ah poh and proceeded to walking to the chalet. Smelly Ah poh is filthy rich!! Little John saw his wallet is stuffed with many notes!! &lt;em&gt;Lucky Smelly Ah poh, &lt;/em&gt;Little John whimpered, relating to his own financial restrictions by Papa and nasty Mama!! "HaiX!!" With this great heave of sigh, they staggered towards ARANDA Club, their chalet, with Smelly Ah poh mumbling funny noises behind. Hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Author's note: Me tired. Will continue the next time. Hee! Seeye on the next episode on (Exclusive: From the Secret Battles To the Private Emotions, The Untold Story of an epic experience) An Adamant Chef --- Little John (Part 2(11) --- The Day Little John Frowned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110172396564505423?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110172396564505423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110172396564505423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110172396564505423' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110112007869011792</id><published>2004-11-22T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T02:41:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Exclusive: From the Secret Battles To the Private Emotions, The Untold Story of an epic experience) An Adamant Chef --- Little John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa was a great cook. Even though Papa comes back only once each week because of work, Papa never fails to make good food for Little John. As a result, Little John always look forward to each weekend when Papa returns, so that Little John can eat GOOD FOOD!!!! YUMMY YUM YUM!! When Papa prepares a meal, sometimes when Little John is free, Little John will stand beside and look, hoping to pick up some superb cullinary skills. Sometimes Little John will throw all kinds of questions to Papa like "Whats this strange looking bug?" or "Can i eat this?" or rarely "Can i help?". But sadly, when Papa is preparing a meal, he needs alot of focus and thus cant tolerate Little John's endless stream of questions. He even tells Little John to GET LOST when hes damn pissed. Then Little John feeling hurt, will scold "You PRICKLY PEACH!!!" and stomped off angrily. But this anger usually wears off after a few spoonfuls of YUMMY YUM YUM curry, and Papa will then grin. One day, Little John decided: "I want to become a great chef! An iron Chef!!" With that unwavering resolve and tenacity, Little John undertook the arduous path of becoming A GREAT COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After peeping at Papa cook for a few more times and following Mama to market early in the morning, Little John finally feels that he has what it takes to become A GREAT COOK. Therefore, 3 days ago in a class chalet, Little John decided to show his cullinary prowess. He had bravely volunteered to make the most crucial and critical part of that fateful Friday's Special Highlight --- The Ultimate SoupdeBase for thee SteamboatE!! Days before the chalet, Little John was real stressed. He went around town to buy the required stuffs, picking ingredients he thinks will add to the flavour from roadsides and basketbins, and mostly from the fridge at home. Little John was proud of his quaint little collection. With some of Mama's lousy advice, which Little John feels is greatly unsolicited, Little John complied and prepared the final touches to his Ultimate SoupdeBase for thee SteamboatE!! The day has finally come, and together with his friend, Baby Favian, Little John marches off. "TO THE CHALET, AWAY!!" Little John roared with triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that fateful Friday, something unexpectedly disastrous, something extraordinary abysmal and terribly absurd happened!!! Stay tuned for the next entry on Little John's (Exclusive: From the Secret Battles To the Private Emotions, The Untold Story of an epic experience) An Adamant Chef --- Little John (Part 2 --- The Day Little John Frowned).&lt;br /&gt;WootA!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110112007869011792?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110112007869011792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110112007869011792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110112007869011792' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-110067496613548631</id><published>2004-11-17T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:02:46.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID. Strange. I seem to like tis word alot. For dose hu dont noe wad it means, i guess u are raly VOID. It means literally, you are nothing. An empty shell. A wandering soul, a senseless being, a lost entity, ensnared in ur own cage of incarcanation. VOID. Sounds nice. Sounds relevant too. Of someone being barred from using the com. BARRED from watching animes!!! From playing DOTA!!! ARGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even as i type in tis pre-dawn darkness, i shiver at the prospect of being discovered. I lived in an era of insecurity. I trembled at the thought of not being able to watch animes. I lived a fate of SUPREME MISERY. IM DOOMED. IM VOID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. It is still asleep. I can still type in peace. I muz kiss my brother thanx for tis torturous torture. All thanx to his demented, imbecile, retarded puny brain of his and his relentless urge to watch me play, my parents has nobly decided to bar me from using the com. For a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an eternity. Lucky for me theres chalet tml. I wouldnt wanna rot tis soon. Not yet. Ok it is snoring. Coast clear. Mayb i should drug them. Feed them some sleeping pills. Good idea. Or drill them with some anesthetics. Or tranquilize them. Or spoon them wif some ketamine. Estasy. Cocaine. Ice. Weeds. Amphetamine. WAHHAHAHAHAAA.. Sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is smiling. *Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That filthy's creature is having his O levels tis week. I caught him in FUNLAND playing. Good for him. Wouldnt wanna bother lecturing him. Hes BIG enough, juz dat he has a small brain. Thats all. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It speaks in his sleep. Wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. It was finally confirmed. Going Japan at the end of tis yr. Going.. Okaiyo. Or was it Okaido? Dunnoe. Wad i noe its dat the place we'll be going is SNOWING!!!! YEA!!! Snow. I love snow. So white. Pure. Looks like VOID. Feels like Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Mission accomplished. Time to head back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;It is drooling. Screw it. Hope my Mum sleeps her ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-110067496613548631?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110067496613548631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/110067496613548631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110067496613548631' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-109869808338816950</id><published>2004-10-25T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T02:54:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea man!! A new skin!! Finaly!! Got rid of the faceless Yuna.. wonder where she go. Anyway, tis gal showing her ass at u ish Riona, from final fantasy 8 i guess. Yup another uhmmm.. kawaii-ne-chans being pestered by betta-looking F4s, sadly. Felt abit bad coping other pples skins, but hu gifs 4 damns! As long as its FINAL FANTASY, as long as it ROX, it ROX. Yea! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been doing much tis few daes, juz mugging my Written Report and me Oral Presentation, and cursing heavily at the same time at the stupidity of it all. Sometimes i raly ponder ova the existence of brain matter in the antique minds of those political savvy but archaic, blatantly primeval surface-crawlers. Yes, i dunneed to spell it out. You noe hu im referring to, wouldnt wanna get owned by them if i spat at their faces. Not worth it. FINE. im scared. They wanna ENCOURAGE innovation and seek to TICKLE our creative brain juices when out there they threw us out so much SHIT rules and regulations. SCREW THEIR PUNY BRAINS. Ok case closed. Im spitting blood all ova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaiXxx. Dun tink i will be able to go Japan liaoZ~ SAD!! Flights all booked. There goes my kawaii Jap gals. HahaaZ.. But nevertheless, i will still MUG and CRAM on my Animes!! They ROX!! I haf got like 20 ova animes waiting for me, I dunnoe which to start!! Crap. K, will finish the last touches of the template soon. Favian if u are reading tis, i need borrow some of ur mighty aid. Msg me, MSN. K then. So on, babes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, 2e4 dudes. I DUN CARE IF U ROT ALL OF A SUDDEN OR GOT UR HEAD STUCK IN A VACCUM CLEANER, BUT PLZ DO COME FOR THE CHALET. DEAD OR ALIVE. YUP. SEE YEs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-109869808338816950?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109869808338816950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109869808338816950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109869808338816950' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-109748686060925490</id><published>2004-10-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T02:21:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/2007/1024/yttlj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/2007/400/yttlj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YTTLJ &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;WahahHaAhahaha!!! Heaven, its Heaven!! To put it in a meanie way, w/o zhu-er on the far right, the picture would haf been perfect!! HahahaZ~ HaiZ~ A pity, a pity. So close yet so far. Yea dudes, my tis 3 gals are merely instant antidotes for ye, so dun get too indulged in them, or else there will be another HORNY CHIU HAO or DESPO JOHNY or LOUSY CHRIS in the world, and THAT im sure no sensible being would wan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- greatest thanX to Chris for the pic! Hee! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes my dear sweet gals-friends, dun get too distorted ova my tis infatuation. It will subside, as usual and den the cycle will continue again. HahaZ~ and yea i noe i noe, looks are deceiving. I learnt my lesson from Zhiruo (far left), but shes juz a poor little cute babe manipulated by her dat 8legged, POTATO-HEADED shifu. Other den dat, yup shes demure and dainty -- my type! HahaZ.. My apologies for dose hu didnt watch tis show. I onli haf 2 words to sae to ye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW YOU MAN!!! Of all shows, ye all haf to miss tis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yea yea i noe ye all haf different tastes, but tis is 1 of the best i eva seen! A vintage! An EXCELLENTE~ A NO-NO-MISS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kk, for dose hu wanna noe the names of tis 3 fine babes, they are from far left: Gao Yuan Yuan (Zhiruo), Chen ****** (crap it, shes a SG actress i forgot her name) Xiao Zhao in the show, Jia Jing Wen (&lt;strong&gt;ZHAO MIN&lt;/strong&gt;) and Zhu-er (dunnoe her real name, dun bother to check out aniwae. Hehe. I noe, my BAD). Kk, i shall close tis topic. I can see gals waving their axes behind liaoZ! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CHEERS AND THREE CHEERS AGAIN MAN!!! MY PROMOS ARE OVA, MY SICK DENGUE SHIT IS OVA, AND IM FREE ONCE MORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No more MUMMYs nagging, no more MATHS, MORE FIGHTING, and lastly MORE COMPUTER GAMES AND ANIMES AND SOCCER!!! WOOT WOOT! Saving to buy lotsa lotsa stuffs, like shoes and clothes. Mayb got to work for it. URGH! May be goin japan end of tis year, heehee got to mug my animes to pick up the language fast, or else if some pretti babe in japan ask me for direction (Uhmm..), i will find it hard to direct her to my hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHAHAHAAA!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joking joking. Im not dat MEANIE. K Bah, gonna watch more animes now. Will blogge soon!! Sayorana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chris, MIN MIN is mine, so shudup! lolX~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-109748686060925490?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109748686060925490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109748686060925490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748686060925490' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-109478063357600065</id><published>2004-09-09T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:46:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hahhaaz~ actualli its pretty easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;theres a reason why they ask u to specifically choose a no. from 10 to 99. Lets start from 10 to 19, by adding the 2 digits up, we get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;10=1, 11=2, 12=3, 13=4 and bla bla till 19=10 den 20 where we start wif 2 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not be afraid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;den we proceed to subtracting the end result from the original, from 10 to 19, we get: 10-1=9, 11-2=9, 12-3=9, 13-4=9 and BLA BLA!! Its all 9!!! get it?? tis piece of shit is screwing u up!!! and if we continue from 20 to 29 onwards, and using my ingenious method again, we get 20-2=18, 21-3=18, 22-4=18 and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLA BLA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; its all 18 again!! Okae from here if u dunnoe wads goin on still, dun panic. Sit down and face a wall and reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Okae for all dose who haf a functional brain, u can see dat tis screwed up thing works on multiples of 9.. for example: 30-3=27, 40-4=36, 50-5=45, 99-18=81.. and haiz so on. So if u go and carefully and 'secretly' look at those maze of symbols in dat screwed up place.. u can see dat all dose symbols wif their multiples of 9 are Identical!!! Yea!! SCREW TIS PIECE OF SHIT!! okae dats all, for those hu cant solve it, dun worri, work harder or beat me in maths.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHHAHAAHAA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;HU LU SAI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Character is wad u are when noone's watching-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-109478063357600065?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109478063357600065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109478063357600065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109478063357600065' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-109368074916452666</id><published>2004-08-28T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:12:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Hey people. Tis is damn cool and wierd stuff. Try it and ill noe it. Its the Shaman eye they call it. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellusionist.com/magic_tricks_online/magic_trick.htm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Anyway i solved it liao. Ye need a little bit of maths and ahmmm... psychological power to do dat. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Will post the solutions on the next entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Gd luck mateys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-109368074916452666?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109368074916452666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109368074916452666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109368074916452666' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-109117602062364999</id><published>2004-07-30T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:27:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sad Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He saw her sitting alone in class. Ever quiet, ever lonely. Everydae after lessons, between break intervals, or after school, she ventured off alone. Noone affirmed her existence in class, she sat either in front of the class, or at the far extreme. Ever quiet, ever lonely. He approached her cautiously and introduced himself. She smiled daintily. The conversation went on smoothly and soon, they have become friends. And as days passed, they got to learn more abit each other, becoming better friends. Ever quiet, but lonely no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She only had him, but he had others. She knew that, and she was happy enough.&amp;nbsp;He knew that too, thus he had made an effort&amp;nbsp;to spend more time&amp;nbsp;with her. She appreciated it.&amp;nbsp;His hands paved a stream of light, pulling her out. She became more open and less reserved. Quiet, but never lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;They felt comfortable with each other's company. Jokes, gossips, etc.&amp;nbsp;were shared candidly between the two. Soon, their close relationship had surfaced. People start to talk. Darkness loomed. His hands weren't as strong. But he held on, with tenacity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hearsays, rumours, gossips propagated. He felt uneasy. She felt guilty. She started to distance herself from him. He did not know what to do. Darkness prevails. She could no longer see his firm hands. He had made many attempts to unveil the darkness, but sadly, the darkness&amp;nbsp;had enveloped into itself. She estranged herself, entirely. Ever quiet, ever lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Gossips hurt. For those who speaks ill of others are ill themselves. Do take note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not doing right when you know it is right is a coward's way. There are no weak soldiers under a valiant commander --- Kakashi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-109117602062364999?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109117602062364999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/109117602062364999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109117602062364999' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-108676153854344375</id><published>2004-06-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:12:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You all &lt;strong&gt;MUZ&lt;/strong&gt; be touched.. I braved the elements juz to write tis piece. My hairs still soaked, my face wizened, my brain dead, my mother nagging, my maid "irritating", brother fighting, computer bugging, shabbily i held on. You all &lt;strong&gt;MUZ&lt;/strong&gt; be touched!! Okae? HahaaZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Passion Of Christ&lt;/em&gt;, great show, borrowed from weiliang. Didnt noe dat Jesus was a prophet, an accurate one even when he judged Peter. Anyway, i dunwanthe elaborate more about it, it'll be clearer for ye to see it for yeself, its a great a..show yea so dun miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywae, &lt;strong&gt;THIS HOLIDAE SUX LIKE SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. JC dudes, im sure u feel the shared plight of our pathetic fates. 1st week, i dun consider it a holidae, more of a normal dae. Every damn dae ill haf to go back to sch.. Crap it! Okae 1st week gone, now the 2nd week, its tuition and CIP, and CIP and tuition. The PEARLS system seriously sux. Haiz.. Yea ill be going to a home for cancer patients tml and a.. "play" with them, but shoulda b a meaningful trip, hopefully. This wkend is booked for a bloodi CIP camp called the Famine camp where we will haf to starve for 30 hrs and live like a, in short, a poor kid. You cant bathe, cant eat, cant sleep and haf to do lotsa labourious and horribly lame stuffs. Oh b4 i forget, they advice us to bring 2 undiepants to change, how considerate. 3rd week, yes project work. What a luxury. 4th week, ill b busi choosing a suitable coffin for myself. 5th week, EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! A glamourous JC life, full of excitement and intrigue. Wish u Poly dudes a betta life and yea, prepare to call me senior in NS, you SISSY fags!!! Wahahaaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-108676153854344375?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108676153854344375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108676153854344375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676153854344375' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-108392048285415241</id><published>2004-05-07T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T04:37:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahhaaaaa 1 month and 2 days man.. Ye all muz be wondering wth i've been doing... well the answer is nothing, an absolute nothing, as in nothing interesting other den those daily "drudgerious" homeworks dat sees no end. So it has been waking up late in a stupor, rushing to school, catching up wif the bus, sneaking past watchful hawkeyed fiends, apologising to  tutors, getting damned by tutors for not completing tutorials, faking a remorseful expression, getting back to my seat, being tugged around by grinning pals, falling asleep in union, ordered to stand after being discovered, still felt asleep while standing, made to run 2.4 around the track, ran 1 round slag the rest, talked about games n gals while slagging, trembled at the dreadful thought of retaining, swore to the 18 heavens dat we will work hard from den onwards, laughed heartily at dat bullshit, caught by discipline master for not tucking in pe shirts, made to do 50 pushups, complained of sudden drowsiness due to the run, got away wif it, laughed till tummies hurt, got back to class, maths lesson juz ended, cheered wildly, rushed down to canteen, all bought fishball noodles wif 4 fishballs, enjoyed the delicious fishballs, talked crap after the meal, late for the next lesson, told tutor got tummyache, warned tutor dat the fishballs are unclean, tutor said thanks, got back to seat, paid fullest attention to gp lesson, talking about sex scandals of Bill Clinton, realised after the gp lesson dat Bill Clinton likes to get his **** sucked(eeeew) by his secretary, despised him, bell rang, school finished, dashed out to makan at MC or KFC, went to junction8 walk walk, slagged n loitered, got bored, went home, reached home, blogged! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-108392048285415241?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108392048285415241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108392048285415241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392048285415241' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-108115094198947402</id><published>2004-04-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:49:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola n Howdy amigos n amigas all!! Yea man, its mondae n im still in the mondae blue although todaes dismissal was kinda early. And partly due to dat, i managed to squeeze some time to blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. nothing interesting or mind-bloggling has happened recently, but i was amazed at the discovery of the moral attitudes of teachers of my school. They tend to detonate easily n lose their temper. Yea, a temperamental, insensitive bunch of surly, unruly rowdy pple. When in insanely infuriated states, common words like "&lt;strong&gt;GET OUT!!&lt;/strong&gt;" and ocassionally though soft n compellingly controlled, the four-lettered word, or body languages like bulging eyeballs n bursting pimples proved too obvious to go unnoticed. Recalled once when i was in the library, a.. studying when tis teacher came charging in, singling students out n spitting at their faces for not wearing the school badge. Everyone in the library were literally awestruck by the assault from the hysterical maniac. After her infernal implosion, she sort of got betta den smiled and walked away. I looked around nervously to see if i was in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, dat fortunately goes out to SOME teachers, not all which was a relief to most of us. I juz got my permanent timetable and i tell u, it SUX. Lessons onli end till late in the noon, around 5, and we haf breaks in between dat can last for 3 hours!! Holy piece of cow manure!! Wad am i gonna do den? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is not too bad either, wif a raly cute n tall civil tutor, i couldnt ask for more. (Im putting in good words of him here coz somedae i tink hes gona read tis, if u wanna the genuine version, feel free to ask me anitime ) Haha! Aniwae, hes 1940 milimetres n has a face. Yea so try to imagine how he looks like. I oso found out dat in ARTs stream, gals dominate n outnumber for some reason. Pathetically, there are onli 5 boys including me in my class and 18 girly (eeeww) gals. Not bad a bunch of mates, hope i wont les too much wif them. Wahahhahaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, dats all for todae. Will blog again if i haf the time. Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-108115094198947402?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108115094198947402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108115094198947402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115094198947402' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-108031642492962318</id><published>2004-03-26T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:09:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahoy mateys! Yea man, wada miraculous miracle, i blogged!!!! Hahhaaa.. but actualli its becoz im bored. Haiz.. Marooned in NY alone, lookin stupid n feelin lonely but luckily, things did get betta. Did make a few friendly friends here n there, lessons did seem fun n interesting. Yea a typical start but ill hope it all turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But todays different. Exceptionally incredulously different. All throughout my life, everything went smoothly. Went to school, eat, sleep, had fun, in short, a life led typically, wif wonderful days passin, without hassles or sleepless nights, or worries on how to go about livin the day after, excludin the miserable times in hospitals. (Those were *ahem really awful.) Despite dat, everything seemed fine. But juz tis morning somethin unFINE happened. At 1am, my dad called to tell Mama dat his briefcase got stolen. Yea everythin includin his passports, his bankbooks, money, important documents n personal files, gone. Helplessly stranded in KL, he made a police report. But cum'on, wad can they do? But dats not all, wad matters most is his bankbook. Dat freak may have his cataract-filled eyes on his savings, n may even plan a kidnap scheme. Curse dat two-headed serpent!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;MOST WorstestESTEST&lt;/strong&gt;, hes alone, vulnerable, helpless, stressed, worried, prone to any sudden vile confrontions, while im rotting here, literally useless n incapable of any help. Pathetically pathetic, I went to temple wif Mama to seek advice. Im no loyal or faithful devotee here, I dun raly believe in such stuffs. But for the sake of my dad, I followed. When I was small, I alwaes cast skeptical glances at old aunties pushin n shoving juz to get their withering hands on some incense. I alwaes wondered y they kneel n pray infront of unmoving figures of unearthly appearances. Yea I despised them, I despised them for their ova-sensitive superstitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the temple I stepped, Mama gave me a cylinder of sticks called divinations or 'qians' in Chinese. She oso handled me 2 red-like, wooden banana-shaped-sort-of-flat-clog-like sticks. I kneeled down n prayed. I shook the metallic cylinder until one of the sticks dropped out. Then I threw the 2 wooden banana-shaped-sort-of-flat-clog-like sticks to ask god if tis was the right 'qian'. It was. I did tis twice in the roll, each seekin different advices -- one for his safety, the other for his missing briefcase. I gaf the 2 'qians' to the people in-charge there n they gaf me 2 pink pieces of paper. They are interpretations for my 'qians'. I look at them n stared in utter disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 100 over different interpretations, and I mean &lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;, I got wad I prayed for. Its juz like god-damn-it, I got wad I seeked, yea god did answer my prayers. No, I tried to convince myself, it might juz be a coincidence, not till Mama made her prayers n got her 'qian'. Its unexplainable, its strange, its puzzling. All my years of self-confidence, all my years of tinkin dat theres no such thing as a higher entity other den humans, all my years as a free tinker all sum up to a pile of childish craps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, even I myself dont n cant. Perhaps somedae, somedae I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-108031642492962318?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108031642492962318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/108031642492962318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031642492962318' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107968585407736162</id><published>2004-03-19T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:47:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh damn.. tmls the posting results n i cant help tinkin where they woulda throw me in.. Dun mind nayang but its kinda far, at least further den Aj.. aniwae ani1 gonna for nayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yea wont b updatin so much after tis, so dun expect too much dudes.. But ill will sure to let ye noe ani interesting stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis mornin was great.. Nv woke up tis early b4.. 8:47am!!! Wahahaha.. but wad the heck my head was giddy n my body was achin like crap.. felt as though my whole bodys dead. Wonder how im gona go school on monday.. Yup dats all, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107968585407736162?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107968585407736162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107968585407736162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107968585407736162' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107873414575969212</id><published>2004-03-08T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T00:29:30.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Exclusive interview behind the sad story of LittleJohn's (The Concluding Episode)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daddy heard dat, he laughed heartily. "Cum'on my boy.. Im sure u can come out wif a joke betta den dat.. Wahahaa!!" Littlejohns face turned red wif anger. "You RAT! Im serious here u noe, u overgrown buffalo!!" Suddenly, Daddys face turn solemn n serious, an intimidatin aura growing in intensity around his prominent figure. Littlejohn was so overwhelmed by tis sudden change in Daddys expression dat he tried to avoid his hideous gaze. Littlejohn knew dat hes in deep shit now, for callin his daddy a Rat and a Buffalo. Littlejohn den proceed to using his usual tactic, by showing Daddy his eva-so-cute-loving face. Fortunately, Daddy softened abit. &lt;em&gt;Ha! I knew tis would work on rats n buffalos.. Hee&lt;/em&gt;, Littlejohn grinned secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! NO! NO! And for the hundredth time NO!" Daddy insisted firmly. "WHY? WHY? WHY? And for the hundredth and oneth time WHY?" Littlejohn screamed, near to tears. Daddy had had enough and launched his arm backwards, preparin to deliver a fatal blow across Littlejohns face when Mummy stepped in. "A call for u Littlejohn.." Littlejohn backed away just in time as the thick, filthy hand swooped past. Running as fast as his little feet can carry him, Littlejohn scurried to the living room and picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Littlejohn whimpered. "Oh hi Littlejohn! Its me Auntie Lenne! Remember me?" " Erm.." Littlejohn tried to recall. "Argh.. Forget it. Shoulda haf known betta. I heard dat u had one great, big dream isnt it? Care to chat?" "OKIE!" As usual, within seconds, Littlejohn was indulging in Auntie Lennes amiable and humourous conversation. Auntie Lenne is currently workin in a childscare centre and she sure do noe how to handle little kids. She told Littlejohn of a great story, of how businesses and markets are run, why some companies can succeed while some are forced to bankruptcy. She told Littlejohn dat some of her friends are professional game creators n designers too, but sadly, tis country does not think highly of them, thus they were forced to do sth else. She oso told Littlejohn dat India had more talented pple wif degrees stacking up to their heads but at the same time were willing to work wif half the normal salary. "Stupid idiots!" Littlejohn said casually. "Yea, dats y my Littlejohn has to do sth else, lest he will haf to starve in future u noe.." Littlejohn thought for a moment, and thought of his stomach. Although Littlejohn cant remember people well, but he do noe how to live on wif a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a long, deep breathe, Littlejohn exclaimed, "Looks like I have to embark on one more of Littlejohns greatest advertures!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;image src="http://www.ffx2.com/characters/Lenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107873414575969212?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107873414575969212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107873414575969212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873414575969212' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107846887396496247</id><published>2004-03-04T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:07:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;image src="http://www.ffx2.com/characters/Yuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exclusive interview behind the sad story of LittleJohn's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of March of 2004, Littlejohn wasnt feelin just right. He had an upset stomach and a terrible flu running. He traced the reason of his illness to the things he did since morning. Yes.. He pictured himself devouring many many food in Seoul Garden. He remembered sipping some awful cocktails concocted by none other den himself. He felt sad for those who were made to drink them. After the heavy meal, Littlejohn followed his friends around causeway point. They had initially wanted to play lan and pool, but when the ugly auntie there saw Littlejohn wearin school pants, she went berserk and her face all puffed up. She insisted again and again that he cant go in, despite Littlejohn's many tearful pleads. Because of dat, Littlejohn's friends did not went in to play. They were afraid Littlejohn would be left out. Littlejohn became more sad and guilty. Moments later, the sky turned dark and began to pour. Littlejohn felt more sad and dull. Everyone was sad and dull too. Soon, everyone wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, Littlejohn rushed to the toilet. He shit and shit and shit, till the whole toilet was all smelly and dirty. Littlejohn didnt like the smell. He looked at the toilet bowl. It was a total mess. Littlejohn smiled. &lt;em&gt;At least i got rid of them&lt;/em&gt;, he thought, &lt;em&gt;Mummy would be proud&lt;/em&gt;. But Littlejohn hadnt recover yet. His stomach still felt weird. But what happened later struck Littlejohn hard and painful. A terrible flu had built up and attacked Littlejohn at the time when Littlejohns most vulnerable. Littlejohn was unprepared and too weak to fight back. Finally, Littlejohn succumbed helplessly to the invaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Mummy came in. She saw Littlejohns all weak and pale. She gave Littlejohn a sweet and a glass of water. Moments later, Littlejohn felt drowsy and went to sleep. After 4 hours, Littlejohn woke up. He heard Daddys voice. &lt;em&gt;Oh no! Daddys home!&lt;/em&gt; Littlejohn panicked and quickly hurried to the washroom. He splashed water all over his face and tried to look alert and well awake. Littlejohn knew dat Daddy didnt like Littlejohn sleeping, cause he thinks dat sleeping is a waste of time. But Littlejohn did not think so. Littlejohn loves sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dining table, Daddy suddenly ask Littlejohn which JC Littlejohn wanted to enter. Littlejohn gulped and wiped his pespirations away. With a great heave of courage, Littlejohn told him his dream. He told him how much he yearned to be a games creator, how he wanted so much to create an online game played by people the world over and how he enjoyed making and playing these games himself. When Daddy heard dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on for more of Littlejohns greatest adventures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107846887396496247?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107846887396496247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107846887396496247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846887396496247' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-1077614404525017</id><published>2004-02-24T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T05:17:50.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some say wednesday, others think its thursdae while majority feels dat its fridae.. Aniwae its still some day. Some day dat stands alone by itself among all other days, some day dat will leave scars, be it deep or superficial, some day where things change and resolutions unmade, some day which could feel like heavenly sojourns for some while a blazin hell for others, some day in which all our hands bind n our hearts link in union, altogether for a common purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless dudes, wads done is &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;. No point cryin ova spilt milk. If its spilt, its spilt. Dun bother tryin to salvage the milk, trust mi, even if u did manage to save some up, it'll wont taste dat good. Try buyin another bottle, try a new taste. Who noes? Mayb it may appeal to ye in some sense. For me, i haf mani bottles of milk, so i can afford to spill some. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritz pple, wish ye'all n wish ye'all again many n many again happy endings to tis arduous road ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May thee follow in the path of thy destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-1077614404525017?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/1077614404525017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/1077614404525017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#1077614404525017' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107719971294252741</id><published>2004-02-19T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T00:10:29.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings all friends n unfoes, all well-wishers n grandmothers wif hankies at eyes!! Im gettin betta, both in spirit n mind! Hohoho.. Wad a nice rhyme..  lolX~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz found out from natasha n cherlynn n all great noble women the world ova dat U, yes u women are indeed great n juz Great. Yea'all have to bear n endure a monthly basis of discomfort n pain dat yes, we sissies wouldnt understand.. But I, the broken one, (or probably Benny, the bleeder) can at least feel or comprehend a little of it. For dat i salute yea'all, the great ones n future noble mothers-to-be dat is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres one woman who sadly, does not fit to hold dat title, yes its none other den my mother (Not u mummy). Reason? Simple. She loathes all cute cuddly furry cute cuddly furry cute cuddly furry animals!!!! How could she?? From kittens to puppies, turtles to rabbits, fishes to oysters, monkeys to anteaters.. She refuses all, rejects all, n restricts us all from havin even a cute little kitten as a pet!!!! She.. She.. She... nasty woman!!! (Argh!) i wan a kitten!! they are sooo cute. Picked up one near a friend's block, and they go meow meow meow meow meow!!!! Argh damn! feel like puttin it in my pocket n smuggling it home but ill will endanger its life as hu noes wad dat nasty women will do to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not, as i believe one fine day those cute sweeties will mesmerize n melt dat stoned heart of hers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for all women n kitties alike!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107719971294252741?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107719971294252741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107719971294252741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719971294252741' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107691654091375204</id><published>2004-02-15T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:38:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Coming to My Senses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill took it all for granted until the sky fell in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashin across the road, fightin, shovin and tuggin, displayin dangerous stunts such as jumpin ova huge drains n railings.. hmm sounds typical of some1 isnt it? Ha~ Yup dats none other den mi, none else. Took me awhile to reflect on them, in fact it took 4 broken body parts to finally knock some sense into tis thick skull of mine. Reason? ill took it all for granted until the sky fell in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dim, enclosed rooms i screamed in excruciating pain, the doctors workin on my hands. Every tug on my hand brought jolts of extreme pain as i bit my lips until they tore n bleed.. During tis senseless period, i went thru a bitter "Why me, why tis, why now?" litany. Why had God singled me out for this misery? For once its fine wif mi.. But 4 times?? Hahaha~ Come to tink of it i found it amusing.. Those familiar faces at hospitals, those dreadful operation rooms n finally dat funnie angry worried look on my mum's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine sunny day i decided upon a wise phrase: &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH OF TIS SHIT!!&lt;/strong&gt; Cum'on man, even an immortal will feel sick of constantly breakin an arm or 2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days i rediscovered life wif the same sense of wonder as a little child. I started from fresh, using my left hand to do things dat are taken granted by my right. I watched in envy at unbroken n untainted children playin wildly in the fields.. It gaf me a new insight on things ard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article on Reader's Digest, as quoted: "&lt;em&gt;I was astonished n ashamed at my appalling lack of appreciation for wad had been right under my nose. Cliche or not, we juz dont know how blessed we are until misfortune strikes. No more. I swore i would never, ever forget.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107691654091375204?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107691654091375204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107691654091375204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691654091375204' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107667697366555770</id><published>2004-02-13T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T20:52:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"With a strength I can be proud of, I live only for myself, and only for myself I'll die. I'll never die for someone, 'cause I know the pain of who remains alive. This is my pride."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz wanna advice u guys to think twice in everything u do, lest u will haf plenty to regret.. Yup! dats all i haf for todae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if u hadnt read the story of ji won and mina, a romance story, click &lt;a href="http://lw15fd.law15.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/saferd?_lang=EN&amp;hm___tg=http%3a%2f%2f64%2e4%2e22%2e250%2fcgi%2dbin%2fgetmsg&amp;hm___qs=curmbox%3dF000000001%26a%3da267e98306f6060d5074d696fba037d9%26msg%3dMSG1048587537%2e18%26start%3d536503%26len%3d17350%26mimepart%3d3%26disk%3d64%2e4%2e22%2e66_d217%26login%3dwat2write%26domain%3dhotmail%252ecom%26_lang%3dEN%26country%3dSG&amp;hm___cacheh=1&amp;hm___fl=attrd&amp;domain=hotmail.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Tis the first story dat brought tears to my eyes so yup.. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107667697366555770?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107667697366555770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107667697366555770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667697366555770' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107633419031165365</id><published>2004-02-09T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T05:45:37.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ho ho ho ho.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha ha ha ha..&lt;/em&gt;Dei gratia!(By the Grace of God!) Deo favente!(With God's favor!) Bellisimo! Alas!  &lt;strong&gt;Glamourous&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; experiences ought to be shared wif 1 and all!! Btw dudes, if u hadnt noe, i joined Water Polo as my CCA. Yup! A team of 7 not-so-body-abled sissies kickin in the water n playin wif a ball of relative size similar to a netball.. YEA if u hadnt picked up wad i haf said, its 7 guys playin wif a ball in water wif 7 substitutes slaggin on the bench, preparin themselves to b tugged n towed in the water n if u are lucki, u may even spot a driftin swimmin trunk on the water surface and a worried, bare-bodied chap gasping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaes trainin was different. We had gals!!! Now now now.. Every1 was apparently steamin, some droolin, some juz cant control n bleed.. I was &lt;em&gt;hehehe..&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, we had 2 of them, not so nice but socially acceptable. We played our 1st game, 1 gal in my team n the other in the other team, its 7vs7. The Russian coach seemed to speak rotten english n thru-out the game he was mumblin n blabblin incessantly, aniwae none of us gave him 2 damns, we juz savoured the presence of the 2 saints.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the heavenly part.. the keeper passes the ball to me, i was preparin to shoot, den came tis desperate gal from the other team. She pounced at me like i was her grandmother, her "    " at my face. Wheew!! i hoped time can pause there. It was heaven. &lt;em&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;.. Aniwae she smiled at mi, n i return it back wif a down-to-earth grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely be lookin forward to the followin monday.. Life had never been a bore.. Hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107633419031165365?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107633419031165365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107633419031165365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107633419031165365' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107605697360189272</id><published>2004-02-06T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:45:15.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5th of February, year 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Saw the same old lady sittin at the stairs, waiting.. Waiting for whom? Nobodi noes.. Waitin for death perhaps.. Day by day, each time i walked past my voiddeck, heart laden wif all the miseries n burdens, she looked at me wif her eyes.. Her eyes.. They were filled wif void, empitiness. She smiled. I did not smile back. Probably in her eyes i was some1 wif life, energy, some1 who was able to make flesh the things she hadnt in her life, some1 hu perhaps can mark a betta history den hers... But wad i see in her, its different. I see lonliness, i see sorrow, i see death. Shes withering day by day. But she held on. I tried to talk to her, to disperse her lonliness. But we belong to different worlds. She speak strangely n continuously, i listen dumbly. Dat day onwards, i tried to avoid her. She realised it. Despite dat, she smiled everytime i walked past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th of February, year 2004, today:&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school, went down to eat breakfast. Didnt see her. Finished breakfast went up. Didnt see her again. Strangely, i tried lookin for her. She wasnt there. I found her gardening nearby. She watered some tiny plants. She seemed happy. i was happy for her. At least, shes doing sth meaniful. She turned and looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. &lt;br /&gt;Waitin for death? Definintely not. Shes lookin for life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107605697360189272?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107605697360189272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107605697360189272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605697360189272' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107587961398258445</id><published>2004-02-03T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T04:54:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;image src="http://lastsamurai.warnerbros.com/assets/images/cast/cast_thumbs_11.gif?"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL HIGHLIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill b playin 2 songs from&lt;em&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack featuring &lt;em&gt;A Way of Life&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;A Hard Teacher&lt;/em&gt; on tis Fridae. Bought the soundtrack for $19.90, got cheated out of a dollar. Nevertheless its worth it for those UN-hardcore dudes, meanwhile those hu find soothing, sensual musics unbearable plz restrain from visitin my blog den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas tardes(Good afternoon) dudes!! Plz do mind not my italian cum spanish accents here, i found them intriguin and unique, in short I BERY HOT THEM!!, comprende?(Do u understand?)&lt;br /&gt;lolX~&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the influential power of derek arose once again. Cant understand y he keep callin me n other unfortunate victimes gay when he himself look more like one(Come'on look at his face).. Alritz lets not let the imagery of his face spoil our mood. &lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/em&gt; 4 days ago.. Great movie. Great actors. Great actresses. Great Sound. And Great Taka(Koyuki) too. Wonder y she look so old in the pics at the official &lt;a href="http://lastsamurai.warnerbros.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; - probably due to her constant mournin for her many suicidal husbands.. The plot and the setting was good. Was filmed in a small Japanese town called Himeji. In fact the whole show was excellent, meaningful and worth-the-bucks. Rate it 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;Its definitely a great show. If u like the Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Carribean and all those slashin cuttin stuffs.. Thiss the show..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107587961398258445?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107587961398258445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107587961398258445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587961398258445' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107581037224080001</id><published>2004-02-03T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:52:32.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola(Hello) dudes and mi amiga(friends, female) alike.. my 1st entry man!! will humbly like to start my entry wif a poetry, yup by shakespeare himself. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doubt thou the stars are fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doubt that the sun doth move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doubt truth to be a liar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But never doubt that i love u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ur info, i extract tis charmin sonnet from tis animated Shakespeare in a RPG game(Lionheart) i used to play. Its horrendously cute stuff - in the game i happened to save his(Shakespeare) life and as a result he got smitten wif mi and alas! showered me all tis crap stuffs.. Btw im usin a female character, so fear not hes no gay but hes obviously gayed wif mi.. Hahahaz~&lt;br /&gt;The song ish by Evanescence, &lt;em&gt;my immortal&lt;/em&gt; ish the name.. Powerful song, nice lyrics too.. Muy excelente!&lt;br /&gt;Alritz dats it for todae, got some other crap stuffs to do. Will try to update tml. For now, Voya con dios(Go with God)&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci il mio amigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107581037224080001?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107581037224080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107581037224080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581037224080001' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405763.post-107545406134802855</id><published>2004-01-30T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:16:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405763-107545406134802855?l=ffxyuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107545406134802855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405763/posts/default/107545406134802855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffxyuna.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545406134802855' title=''/><author><name>Little john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01195347611848134473</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></entry></feed>
