<?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-6885468</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:56:10.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeVeR aGaiN</title><subtitle type='html'>I never forgive or forget.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147826979551784455</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6885468.post-108566272922481026</id><published>2004-05-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:03:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was listening to the Phantom of the Opera.So sick,the person sing until so high.My hair all stand up le I think,anyway,so I tried to mimick them sing,haiz,worst,sing until like what like that....so sianz,today got the PTM.That Mrs Ng say until I like a problem kid like that.They even say want to take me to a girl's home,please lor,if I must go,then confirm three quarter of the school must go le,siao siao one them.Anyway,Yen hair tio caught so sad sia,my hair colour like more obvious than hers lor,then turtle chow only walk to me and ask me why my hair so red.LOL.Anyway,I think she need an eyes check,my hair is dye brown not red,arigatou very much.Seem to have caught a habbit of speaking slangs and vulgar languages,bo bian la,life it is like that de.Anyway,i feeling very sick lately,dunno wat happen....my limps are like no strength like that,everytime after running so cold,then after tat medicine ball thingy,my left hand is like almost no strengh le,I qualify for shot put,so lucky my right hand no problem.I own dunno how many detention haiz,tot go mc no need to go,I haf got mc for 1 week lor,still must go so lame....think i must go see doctor soon again le,no money latly,haf a job but then trainning and everything,like almost everyday not free,then must pay for internet,badminton course and everything,haiz,stress,want to die le....maybe it real wor,seeing i am so sick lately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885468-108566272922481026?l=sparklingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108566272922481026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108566272922481026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingjoy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566272922481026' title=''/><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147826979551784455</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-6885468.post-108492346487984151</id><published>2004-05-19T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:37:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am at home now,it is 7.40am,I am not late for school,I am just not feeling well,I am going to see a doctor later.I have got my discman well not mine,my broher's confiscated,that fuker Mrs Ng,cannot stand her.however good news,Judy Low say she help me check the record for the shot put national if my record is enough she will sent me for national.Well I tought I might train harder if the record does not meet,I mean I am not sure if I really did my best at the meet that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885468-108492346487984151?l=sparklingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108492346487984151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108492346487984151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingjoy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492346487984151' title=''/><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147826979551784455</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-6885468.post-108385931966779954</id><published>2004-05-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:06:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously can't stand my parents.Since I help my aunt and got some money over the weekend they want me to pay for everything,They can well go eat shit and I don't care.Internet want to pay half,badminton course want me pay half when the course is suppose to be my brithday present.School things also want me o pay all.What kind of bloody hell parents are they.Always saying things about me,I don't care anymore.It use to hurt me when they bad things about me but now it just anger me.I felt that I am rather fine at GunBound,at least better than last time.As for now,I want to join my brother that guild,I hope I can get in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6885468-108385931966779954?l=sparklingjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108385931966779954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6885468/posts/default/108385931966779954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingjoy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385931966779954' title=''/><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147826979551784455</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-6885468.post-108383175145476352</id><published>2004-05-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:35:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to my new blog,I realise that a lots of things had happened lately.From my daily life to social life.Changing from that navie and nerdy me to that crazy me who is looking at boys everywhere I went,crushing every guys who look handsome,tanned and with spiky hair,but mind you I am not the only person doing that.Having mood swings almost all the time,I wonder how you people stand me.Apart from all this well,I have a sudden change of  mind,I decided to put in more effort in school.Talking anout recent events,I had join the Badminton course and my coach want to put me with the group that consist of secondary 2,3 and 4 boys and of course,1 girl.Oh yeah!I have also joined the inter-house badminton.Talking about my Badminton course,the coach was rather frustrated with me,I just couldn't get use to the way he wanted me to grip my racket.My grip not does not enable me to hit the shuttle high but it allows me to smash rather well,so my friend was quite angry with me that day,he wanted to play high so he hit high to me but I just can't hit high thus I smashed every shot,I smashed him stright in his shoulder,legs and well stright in the face.It serve him right,he was too short.Ok,just kidding.I am now in the mist of exams.Tomorrow will be having 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