<?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-7689738066085725637</id><updated>2011-09-10T08:59:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you, HATRED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-1954233302121738251</id><published>2010-11-21T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:25:07.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in P5.3 (2010)</title><content type='html'>School's over, and next year, it will be quite challenging, with PSLE awaiting for us. Don't even know I should be feeling happy or sad. Happy: Going to end my primary school life and is going to say goodbye to all those "true" friends. Sad: Miss the happy times that we spent together in P5.3, in HK. Thinking back what had happened this year, there were lots that were memorable, while some, they were just putting a cut in my heart, a painful card. Those memorable ones were the times that we played Hang Man, Cluedo, Up Words in class, YOG Tree Dedication Ceremony, the days in group Choco and RuleZ, Writing Competition, Workshops, Hua Yi Camp, W4 Cluster Camp and NE Show. These are the few one that I could think of for now. Still remember how we helped out in the Parent's Learning Day? It's a hard work though. Hahas... I still remember the teachers playing Scrabble, and at that time, there were no parents, hence, the prefects just crowd around the table, thinking how unfair it is. The teachers can play Scrabble, yet, we have to do our duty. Hahas... I still remembered that an old uncle came and asked us a staff in HK by telling us his name. Unfortunately, we don't even know who he was talking about, so, we asked the teachers playing Scrabble, but, none of them know who he was talking about. So, they started asking him questions. At first, we thought that he was talking about Mr Theng, so we asked him if it was Mr Theng he was finding, but, he don't even know what's the surname of his friend. -.-''' hahas... The funniest yet the best question of all was asked by Mr Lim. He asked the old uncle what kind of shoes does his friend normally wear to work. All of us laughed at his question. But, he replied," Correct what... if his friend is wearing sport shoes means that his friend is a cleaner, if not, it could be Mr Theng." hahas! I've forgotten what happened after that. But after Parent's Learning Day, it's NE Show! Aren't I busy enough? Hahas! jkjk...&amp;nbsp; But I really enjoyed the NE Show very much. My first time ever! Hahas... If I'm not wrong, from assembly till dismissal, it's from 2pm to 9.15pm. Cool, right? hahas... Tell you more about my life in P5.3 in the next post as this post is getting longer and longer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-1954233302121738251?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1954233302121738251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-in-p53-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/1954233302121738251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/1954233302121738251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-in-p53-2010.html' title='Life in P5.3 (2010)'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-522997954221812251</id><published>2010-11-14T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:25:41.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday 12/10/10, my family and I attended a wedding dinner in Sentosa. It's not really that&amp;nbsp; nice,and it's not even worth it, giving them $600 for four people's attendance, and yet, only like 3 out of 8 of them were nice. Lols... But first of all, we were let for the wedding dinner because we were not only caught in a traffic jam, we took the wrong way there, that explains why we were cuaght in a traffic jam. The wedding dinner starts at 7.50pm, and we reached there at about 7.58pm. lols... Before we went in, we rushed to the toilet first, because we were all urgent after the traffic jam. hahas. After that, a waitress guided us inside the room, but we went in from the side door, not the main one, mainly because we don't know that's the side door. lols... When we rushed in, the bride has already arrived, but fortunately, we were in time, to start the first dish of the menu, the appetiezr! Hahas... XD Luckily, we were not the last one... Hahas! The appetizer was not a really good one, but at least, there's one good fried thing on the plate. Next, (if I'm not wrong) the bridegroom gave his speech, about his past till now, and how he met the bride. After that, the second and third dishes were being served to us. The second dish was quite a nice one, but the third dish was not really that nice, but at least, it's edible. Hahas... After that, it's video time! It's a video made by the couple's friends. As the bridegroom is one of my relatives, my mother and the other relatives laughed at his baby picture. Hahas... Yeah... but it was quite cute though... Hahas! I spotted a few other of my relatives in the photos. Next, it's eating time again! The chicken and the fish was just another mouth-watering dish. Yummy! While we were eating the fish, the bridegroom's friends gave their speech about him. Some of them were very very funny, so.... we just laughed at it! Hahas... After that activity, we finished off with the other two dishes of food. I must say that the desert tasted really nice, but what is bad about it was that it was too sweet, otherwise, it could be counted the best dish. After that, it's time for us to go home! My mother shook hands with the bride and bridegroom, and we went to the toilet before going home. I slept on the way home as I was really really tired. When we reached home, it's about 11.25pm already. What a nice but tiring day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-522997954221812251?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/522997954221812251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-friday-121010-my-family-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/522997954221812251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/522997954221812251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-friday-121010-my-family-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4908511332750885293</id><published>2010-11-03T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:35:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a boring day... From Tuesday till now, none of the activities was interesting, and I really mean by NONE. Haizz... I'd rather go to school and be bored and not stay at home and be bored. At least, when you are in school and you are bored, you still can talk to friends, but at home, you are facing all the furniture, no human being AT ALL. Grr... So bored... Chatted with A***** and F******** on Fb just now and also with F**** on the phone. Don't even know what to do now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4908511332750885293?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4908511332750885293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/such-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4908511332750885293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4908511332750885293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/such-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-175971338567134379</id><published>2010-11-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T05:40:29.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today and yesterday are both equally boring. It's either one. Either relaxing too much in school for about 9 periods, or go to outing which is really very boring. Grrr....&amp;nbsp; Hate it soooo much. Teacher Ann is damn boring. I don't think she even know how to joke with us. Mr Ng will be much better. Frankly speaking, it's the &lt;i&gt;FIRST&lt;/i&gt; time ever I thought Mr Ng is great. Lols... Haizz... Today's trip to Kampong Glam was quite boring. But the best thing was that we were able to take photos.... Hehe... However, it's also not that fun. Mr Adib only allowed us to take &lt;i&gt;30&lt;/i&gt; photos, but lots of group did not obey his instructions, including my group. We took &lt;i&gt;39&lt;/i&gt; photos, just to let us have more choices. Hahas... Don't even know whether we will get a scolding from Mr Adib. The tour guide was quite funny though... He is called Mr Goh and Joleen said he is Yi Shan's father, we all burst out laughing and Yi Shan was like the 'duh' expression, lols. I did not remember what he said about his name. I think it was if we want to remember his name or whatever so, just sing this song " Ole Ole Go Go Go!" Or whatever it is. He told us the history of Singapore and we were all quite shocked that Singapore has 36 or 63 or whatever it is small islands. We were all thinking if it is possible.&amp;nbsp; Hahas... He told us the secret of success for Singapore and he sang the " One people, one nation one Singapore" song, but the way he sang it is really very funny. I think the reason for not enjoying the trip is because we still need to do project while walking around Kampong Glam... So bad... Luckily, I'll not going to be in school on Monday and I don't need to do the powerpoint presentation. Hehe... Plus, there is only one girl in my group and that is me. Mr Adib wanted us to be in our &lt;i&gt;IPW Groupings&lt;/i&gt; and there were only&lt;i&gt; 3 group members&lt;/i&gt; left, hence, Mr Adib told another &lt;i&gt;TWO BOYS&lt;/i&gt; to come to our group. So sianzzz... If those volleyball players did not go to KL, I think today's trip will be much much better. At least LP and CS will be there, right? Haizz... my fate... During the Kampong Glam trip, we were all not in our own groups. We were either talking to our friends or playing together. Teacher Ann didn't even care when we were not walking in two straight lines. Soooo good... :D When we were back at school, all of us were dead beat. We did not even have the strength to walk up the stairs and everyone was like dragging their feets. It was English SPARKS lesson next. The whole class thought that Mr Wong will be taking over and let us watch the nice movie called "The Blind Side", unfortunately, only those in Mr Wong's class were able to watch as Ms Chin took over our class. At first, it was Mrs Koh. When we were greeting her, some of us did not put our hands by our side and she scolded some of them... Mr Ng don't even care whether our hands are by our side. Some more, during Ms Chin's class, we still need to do Synthesis and Transformation with 'Neither.... nor....'. Trust me, it's very easy, we all took less than 10 minutes to complete it. After that, Ms Chin went through the answers with us and teach us a new idiom called 'Pride comes before a fall" (if I'm not wrong) and let us have five minutes of free time. Most of us sleep. Lols... We were all soooo tired. Yesterday, we were free for 9 periods. First, Mr Ng was not here, Mr Adib was accompanying the P4s for their heritage tour to China Town while Mrs Loh is also away. During Mr Ng's English lessons, Mr Wong took over and showed us a video called "The Blind Side" which is very very very nice. But after that, during other lessons, it was very boring. Only Ms Ong was here for our Chinese lessons and we had gotten back our Higher Chinese results, the total marks and Paper 2. Hahahaha.... Except for English lessons and Chinese lessons, the other lessons were very very boring. Haizz... what two boring days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-175971338567134379?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/175971338567134379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-and-yesterday-are-both-equally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/175971338567134379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/175971338567134379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-and-yesterday-are-both-equally.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-1563364785063703523</id><published>2010-11-01T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:03:09.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly felt sooooo lonely and sad.... I don't understand why. Why do I have that kind of feeling? I feel like I'm missing him, but why? WHY?! Is my love for him sooooooo deep? I don't think so. ARGH! It's so difficult to stop loving him. It's really difficult! Fine, quit this stupid subject and the stupid him. Argh! I don't want to go for the Heritage Tour to Kampong Glam. It seems soooooooooo boring. Haizz... Envy the volleyball players going to the KL Trip. They don't need to go Kampong Glam. Plus, I don't want to be in group RuleZ that day. Only with E***** and F******, it will surely be very boring, I can guarantee it. I'd rather be in Choco. At least there is Y*** T** F*. Lols.... I hope Mr Adib will not group us in our IPW Group. I want to be in my class group!!!!!!!!Haizzz....... =.= Anyways, it will be Teacher Ann following us. I'd rather Mr Ng to follow us to this trip. Lols... At least he can joke with us. Wakakakaka.... Muahahahaha.... Lols... Haizz..... Wish to be in Choco and not RuleZ.... *Wishing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-1563364785063703523?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1563364785063703523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-suddenly-felt-sooooo-lonely-and-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/1563364785063703523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/1563364785063703523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-suddenly-felt-sooooo-lonely-and-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-53478505357912681</id><published>2010-10-27T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:28:22.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果相爱过，分手了我会很想哭，&lt;br /&gt;但我不会在你面前留下一滴眼泪，&lt;br /&gt;这是最后一次的伪装，而且必须成功，&lt;br /&gt;让你知道我放得下，让你走得没牵挂...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不哭，并不意味着我比你还坚强，&lt;br /&gt;不哭，并不意味着我什么都不在意，&lt;br /&gt;不哭，并不表示着我已经不爱你了，&lt;br /&gt;不哭，只是知道你不会因此而留下...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的眼泪永远都只有我自己一人看得见，&lt;br /&gt;我的伤心永远也都只有我自己能够了解，&lt;br /&gt;我并不是坚强，只是你看不见我的软弱，&lt;br /&gt;我并不是软弱，只是眼泪不经意地流下,&lt;br /&gt;不哭是因为我不要得到你给我的安慰，&lt;br /&gt;我要的不止是安慰，我要的是你的爱，&lt;br /&gt;既然你给不起，那我也不要浪费眼泪在你身上...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手了，我们就已经是彼此的陌生人了，&lt;br /&gt;陌生人只需要一个简单的微笑，&lt;br /&gt;眼泪还是留给自己一个人的时候看，&lt;br /&gt;你走了就别回头，就算你心中有愧与我，&lt;br /&gt;我是还想要你的关心，但我却不会接受，&lt;br /&gt;我是还想要继续下去，但你选择了离开...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手后再遇见我，千万别问我你最近还好吗？&lt;br /&gt;因为我不想在分手后还还得对说你一个谎言，&lt;br /&gt;分手后再遇见我，也千万别给我任何的祝福，&lt;br /&gt;如果那不是真心的我不稀罕，如果那是真心的我会更伤心,&lt;br /&gt;因为你竟然可以做得那么绝情，就好像我们都不曾相爱过...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手了，让我一个人痛下去就好，&lt;br /&gt;我的生活，你无需理会，&lt;br /&gt;对你微笑只是因为你是个陌生人，&lt;br /&gt;我哭泣也轮不到你来为我安慰，&lt;br /&gt;让我哭泣的人就是你，你凭什么来安慰我，&lt;br /&gt;如果不想让我哭泣，那当初你就不该伤害我，&lt;br /&gt;我要的不是对不起，答案你永远也给不起...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-53478505357912681?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/53478505357912681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/53478505357912681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/53478505357912681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4059890490988308701</id><published>2010-10-21T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:10:19.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! I really wish to delete him in my life. If my life has a rewind button, I wish that I've never met him. He didn't make my life difficult, but I just don't want to like him anymore, but I can't. I don't know why. Sometimes, he's good, but sometimes, it's the other way round. Why are just things so complicated?! I hate it!!! ARGH! I tried to forget him, a lot of times, but I felt lonely when I tried not to like him? Why must things go this way? It's really really frustrating. I wish I can just forget him without getting lonely. I really want to forget him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4059890490988308701?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4059890490988308701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/argh-i-really-wish-to-delete-him-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4059890490988308701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4059890490988308701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/argh-i-really-wish-to-delete-him-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-2120574803221371034</id><published>2010-10-21T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:23:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>怕,是一种逃避,所以何必逃避呢? 只有面对怕的来源才能战胜它,不是吗? 那我为什么有在怕? 我不明白我本身到底在怕什么．怕死？我不是怕死，我只是不想那么早死，因为我还有很多事情没有做。可是，我真的真的很希望这是一场恶梦，很快就会醒过来了。加油吧~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-2120574803221371034?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2120574803221371034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2120574803221371034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2120574803221371034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4982276804548821264</id><published>2010-10-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:24:03.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really hate her. It's not SS, but it's the other person. Who she think she is. Always give me that kind of stupid look. I really hate her. I don't know why&amp;nbsp; I treated her as my best friend last time. She thought she is very good in everything. She thinks that she can rule me. She thinks that she is better than me. So what if she is better than me? I admit that FF and WM is better than me, compared to results, but did they show off? WM does, but at least he don't give that cool look, which I really hate. That stupid person gave me that stupid look. How I wish I can kill her now. She does not have the right to rule me. She doesn't have the right to be a leader. I wonder what the teachers are thinking of her. Is she fit to be a leader? I don't think so. She's just acting cool, acting here and there. Don't even know how to play a guitar properly then still need to show off by playing air guitar or whatever. I hate it. So what if she knows how to play a guitar? So what if her science is better than me? I don't care. Even like AS, even her Science is much better than me, at least she is friendly, not like her. Some more, she thought that she is a boy or what? Does she thinks that she is very cool? No! She's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4982276804548821264?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4982276804548821264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-really-hate-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4982276804548821264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4982276804548821264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-really-hate-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4926723117598582782</id><published>2010-10-07T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T01:27:38.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!!! Don't even know whether I am going to be dead.....!!!! Haizz.... such an unlucky day. I finished my oral at only about 2.15p.m. So early!!! But the worst thing is that I did not talk about my personal experience in the picture discussion. Plus, my examiner is Ms Foo! It's Ms Foo!!!! Dead... Dead... Hahahaha....Haizz... just forget about it. I cannot even change the fact, right?! So, for the P6s, jiayous for your PSLE. While for the others, jiayous for your SA2!!! It's going to be my last SA2 in HK!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4926723117598582782?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4926723117598582782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-even-know-whether-i-am-going-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4926723117598582782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4926723117598582782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-even-know-whether-i-am-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-906215267151763460</id><published>2010-10-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:25:43.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking person!!! Wasted my time, about more than one hour. I could use this one hour to do lots of my things. Like doing my homework, revising for my SA2, yet, that freaking person wasted my one hour! I hate that person sooooo much!!! That person still said that those who fail will try their best to play better, and not like you! Who she think she is? So what if she has the right to scold me? Doesn't she know that I tried so much to improve myself yet she is like complaining I'm not trying my best. What kind of person is this?! I hate her!!! If she didn't know anything, she doesn't have the right to scold or nag at me. I HATE her! I had it with her already! She expect me to do so well but she doesn't even set an example for me to follow. If she cannot do it, why can I do it?! She's much older than me. How can I be such a perfect person? Play it without a mistake made at all?! Ya, some people can, but not me. I'm not a such a perfect person who can play so perfectly well. I HATE her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-906215267151763460?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/906215267151763460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/freaking-person-wasted-my-time-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/906215267151763460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/906215267151763460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/10/freaking-person-wasted-my-time-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4383497244175588164</id><published>2010-09-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:18:11.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Mr Nice Guy!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after maths class, M* N* started to shout at us like a mad woman (although he is man). All of us were so shocked. None of us in M** L**'s class knew what had happened at all. Maybe it's our attitude that made him so angry. Today, during our English class, he told us to do the worksheet ourselves, and told us that we cannot talk AT ALL. Not even ONE word. But, we still talked secretly. Hahaha... Even though he heard that, he did not know who was talking. Hahaha!!! ^^ After alot of times reminding us, he told us:" You all better keep quiet as Mr Nice Guy is already gone." I was a little shocked. Was he nice to us before? Yes, he did. But is he as nice as M* Y***? No way! M* Y*** is much better. Actually, he was a good teacher, but he is not a good teacher NOW! I don't understand. Sometimes, I don't even think that he should be angry and to me, he's just pretending to shout at us for no reason. Maybe he's just shout for the sake of shouting. Haizzz.... Don't even know when the better one will come back. Maybe until we leave HKPS, he's still like that? I hope not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4383497244175588164?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4383497244175588164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-mr-nice-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4383497244175588164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4383497244175588164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-mr-nice-guy.html' title='Goodbye, Mr Nice Guy!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-3231265193233238718</id><published>2010-09-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:18:38.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paragon!</title><content type='html'>Me, my mum, my brother and my aunt went to Paragon in Orchard Road on Saturday. The reason we went there is to buy our clothes and have our dinner. The reason why we want to buy new clothes is because my mother's cousin is going to be married on November 12! Hence, we went to Metro. First, I accompany my mother and my aunt to take a look at the shoes while my brother went to the men's section to find his clothes. After that, my mother went to take a look at the handbags. The handbags cost a bomb! One of them is about $300++. I was shocked!!! My mother like one handbag really much, but it costs about 190++ and my mother says that it's too expensive. Frankly speaking, I find it nice too.Such a pity.... Next, I accompany my mum AGAIN to shop for her clothes. There were lots of clothes there, but my mother could not find any clothes that suits her, so does my aunt. In the end, only my brother bought a t-shirt and a pants.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had our dinner at DIN TAI FUNG. We went there as first, it's nice, secondly, it's cheap! Hahaha... But, we regretted our choice. The taste of their dishes did not improve, instead, they went down below their standards set. Haizzz..... But, I still like their Chinese Style Layered Cake. It's extremely nice, and their Yam Xiao Long Bao too. Yummy! After that, we paid for our bills. It's not worth it at all. 71.40++ it was worth. It's a total waste of our money. Haizz... But, we were still very full. We went back home after that. Such a not really great day. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-3231265193233238718?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3231265193233238718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/paragon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3231265193233238718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3231265193233238718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/paragon.html' title='Paragon!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-619051421146718734</id><published>2010-09-22T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:29:22.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing special today... But, for our English lesson today, it's really boring, even though it's useful. Frankly speaking, I really don't understand why must we try not to use two or more commas in one sentence. Haizzz... I found out something today. M* N* does not mark our compositions, instead, he wrote our compositions by using some of our words. LOLss... I don't think that's what a t****** should do. But nevermind, that's his way of marking. (I think) So, just accept it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-619051421146718734?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/619051421146718734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-special-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/619051421146718734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/619051421146718734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-special-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-400260748432059529</id><published>2010-09-17T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:34:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons</title><content type='html'>Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason... If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they promised it would be worth it. Friends are like balloons, once you let them go, you can't get them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-400260748432059529?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/400260748432059529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/balloons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/400260748432059529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/400260748432059529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/balloons.html' title='Balloons'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-4442475736571148791</id><published>2010-09-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:58:07.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please!!! Not True!</title><content type='html'>How I wish this is not true!!! I don't want!!!! I wished that the DR had heard wrongly!!! It's so scary.... I'm going to meet another DR..., and I will know the truth after that... It's so scary. I'm not scared of d****, but I just don't know what I'm scared. (Speaking Frankly) I don't know who I should believe. My brother or my uncle? But I think that my uncle is more trustful since he is also a DR. Coco, Li Peng, Fiona! Help me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-4442475736571148791?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4442475736571148791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-not-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4442475736571148791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/4442475736571148791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-not-true.html' title='Please!!! Not True!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-2115681850098839236</id><published>2010-09-13T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:47:30.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has Reopened!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school. I thought it would be fun today, but it doesn't seem to. A lot of things happened today. Moniter, Monitress, Assistants have all changed... Group leaders too, even the seating arrangement. I found rotating the roles of Moniter, Monitress, Assistants and Group leaders are okay to me, in fact, I'm quite happy with it. Hahaha!!! But I HATE changing the seating arrangement!!! I don't like to sit in front of the class... Teachers can see what I am doing very clearly T_T... If not for W** M*** requesting that, I don't think that we would be able to change the seating arrangement!!! I wish that we can change with Story or Maple, but not Magic, Tiger and Bones. Haizzzzz...... My fate, I think. But the thing that I'm most unhappy with is that when A***** and D***** became the moniter and monitress, the class became so noisy and M* N* did not even tell them to write reflections. If it was last time, I'm sure that me and J** W** will need to write reflections. It's so unfair!!! A***** and D***** don't even need to stand outside of the line, instead, M* N* gave them a choice to do so or not. Last time, we MUST stand outside of the line... I don't know what consequences we will face if we don't, but I think we have to write reflections, AGAIN? Lolsss... But I'm quite happy now... Except for being the group leader for the IPW Group, RuleZ and prefect, I don't really have anymore responsibilities which will make me free and easy!!! Hahahaha ^^ Now, with A***** and D**** being the monitress and moniter, the class has gone a little rowdy.... I don't know why.... But I think that it was because that D***** and A***** are not fierece? Or they don't even bother to care? I don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-2115681850098839236?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2115681850098839236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-has-reopened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2115681850098839236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2115681850098839236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-has-reopened.html' title='School Has Reopened!!!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-2618710241462702024</id><published>2010-09-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:08:00.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flags</title><content type='html'>I'm getting so bored that I'm starting to draw flags. Lolsss. I wanted to do the Lombok presentation, but when I changed here and changed there, I'm kind of got frustrated and stopped doing. I'm in no mood to do anything. I felt like I'm having a fever, but I don't think so. I sweated just now. So, I'm just pretty fine, as you know. ^^&amp;nbsp; I only drew about six flags.... drawing it.... colouring it.... admiring it...... lols XD. At school, time pasts faster than now. Now, to me, one hour equals to one whole day, one minute equals to one hour. I really don't know WHAT TO DO!!!! Can anyone tell me?! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-2618710241462702024?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2618710241462702024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/flags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2618710241462702024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2618710241462702024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/flags.html' title='Flags'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-2493504419242528035</id><published>2010-09-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:07:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Busy doing tuition homework, busy doing presentations, busy doing presentation cards and lotsssss more!!!! Haizzz..... I was too naive to believe that September holiday will be a good one week holiday without ANY homework given by teachers. Too bad..... Luckily, presentation is on Friday, so, I still have more than one week. Hohohoho ^^! The problem is................. I HATE doing presentations! Every presentation not the WHOLE group do together. The most is only six. The other one is giving me a really LAME excuse. Saying that his BROTHER is USING the COMPUTER and he CANNOT use the COMPUTER to DO the PRESENTATION!!!!!! And the other one, said that her computer is SPOILED and cannot DO the PRESENTATION! I asked her to go and fix, she gave me ANOTHER LAME excuse, saying that if she fix it here, it will become ENGLISH and she will have PROBLEM reading the ENGLISH words! It's indeed a pretty lame excuse. She can make it back into MANDARIN. So, I told her. And she gave me ANOTHER LAME EXCUSE. She told me :" Reason one I don't want to get it fix here is because if I fix it in Taiwan, it will be cheaper. Reason two is that I DON'T have the NEED to use COMPUTER NOW, so, I don't need to fix it here!!!!!" F*** her off la. Wa lao.... Last time like that, now also like that! Luckily, Coco wanted to do, and so is Shu Shan. And that good good Naufal will also do. Hahahaha, I don't need to do ALL the things by myself. Hahahaha, Hohohoho...... -.-'''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-2493504419242528035?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2493504419242528035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2493504419242528035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2493504419242528035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy!!!!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-2813574209593208741</id><published>2010-09-07T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:20:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY????!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life can be filled with happiness, hatred, love, sadness. But why? WHY??!!!!! Why must my life be filled with hatred??!! WHY??!! Why must it be HATRED?! I don't understand WHY!!!! Can anyone tell me why?! I don't understand. I tried my best not to hate her, but &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;, it is a FUTILE attempt. Her actions were.......... It was so ....... that no words can represent it. &lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She always wants things to go on her own way. She can ask us to do what she like but we CANNOT ask her to do what we like! What kind of people is this?! Only know how to bully people, every time beat people and kick others. Who is she?! SHE has NO RIGHT to do THESE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-2813574209593208741?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2813574209593208741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2813574209593208741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/2813574209593208741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/why.html' title='WHY????!!!!!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-8743200974910873619</id><published>2010-09-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:46:36.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>When I woke up today, my head was spinning, I don't know why. I felt uncomfortable. I cannot even sit, I can only lie on my bed. Then, my mother asked me whether I want to go to school, but I told her I cannot go to school as I am feeling dizzy. So, my mother told me to go to the living room first then see what she will do. After that, she helped me measure my temperature. As I had eaten medicine at 5am, my temperature was only 37.7. Hence, my aunt said that maybe when I was sleeping, the temperature was too high. After that, I ate my breakfast, still feeling dizzy, but I had no choice. After having my breakfast, I lie on the sofa, but after ten minutes it's still the same. I quickly go to my bedroom and lie on my bed. After about 20 minutes, when I woke up, I felt better, at least I can walk for a few minutes, but I was still feeling that I may fall anytime. Till now, I am still feeling the same, but much better, and my mother said that probably that's because I'm having a fever and after that, I will feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-8743200974910873619?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8743200974910873619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/spinning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/8743200974910873619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/8743200974910873619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-3476488586145224402</id><published>2010-09-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:35:19.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate having fever!! Not only I cannot go to school, I still have to eat medicine! Haizzz.... How I wish I'm not sick today! I want to see how does Pupils' Learning Day look like, it seems quite fun though. Plus, today is the last day of school before the September holidays, so, I really really really wish to go to school and play with my friends. Staying at home is really bored for me. I still have to drink lotssss of water and measure my temperature for a lot of timesss. I wish I can talk to someone now, anyone, just to let time past faster. But, I really wish that I can get better faster, so that I can go to Malaysia tomorrow and I can go back to school on Monday and Tuesday for the Art Club activity!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-3476488586145224402?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3476488586145224402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3476488586145224402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3476488586145224402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/fever.html' title='Fever!!!'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-3557855829398025875</id><published>2010-09-01T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:16:37.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Results</title><content type='html'>Quite happy with my results, at least I have improve all my subjects. I think this is because the papers were quite easy, except for the Science paper. I was shocked that Yen Fong got second for his Science, ahead of&amp;nbsp; Li Peng and Wei Ming! Never mind, back to the topic. I was satisfied with my English, Chinese and Higher Chinese Results. Well... even though I have improved my Science (only by three and a half marks), but I was not really satisfied with it as I wanted to improve by five marks. Still, I did much better than SA1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-3557855829398025875?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3557855829398025875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3557855829398025875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3557855829398025875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-results.html' title='My Results'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-6008783922921039451</id><published>2010-08-30T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:33:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE HER! What kind of ....... is this? Others were also talking and she said only me and ..... were talking and said she had already had it with us from the starting of this year till now. Even when we were talking softly and she said don't talk so loudly. Others were also talking and she didn't separate, only me and Fiona. I don't UNDERSTAND! I HATE HER! So what her teaching skills are good? Only make people dislike her!!!! She still threaten us saying that she is going to tell our form teacher and call our parents. But, that is useless, I don't care, because I know I didn't do anything wrong. If she want to go and tell our form teacher and our parents, I will just let her go ahead, since she likes to complain so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-6008783922921039451?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6008783922921039451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-her-what-kind-of-teacher-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/6008783922921039451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/6008783922921039451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-her-what-kind-of-teacher-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-5322289961230600188</id><published>2010-08-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:33:30.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>My mother just woke me up. I was sleepy soundly, with a book in my hands... I slept while reading a book. Felt so tired, don't even feel like waking up. Maybe it was the weather which made me so tired, and I may have already slept for one hour? I really don't know what can make me awake now. Play computer, shower,eat or just go back to sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-5322289961230600188?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5322289961230600188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/5322289961230600188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/5322289961230600188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689738066085725637.post-3744099059834898699</id><published>2010-08-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:49:58.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today is a boring day. Nothing to do at home. Watch TV, play computer, read books, talk to friends, play piano, sleep, eat and nothing else interesting. How I wish I can go to school. At least I can play with my friends, some more, exams have ended and we don't really need to study! But, one thing I hate about it is to see her! She is so.......!!! ARGH! Hate her! I don't understand why she want to come to HKPS. Seriously, life would be better in HKPS without her! &lt;/span&gt;ARGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7689738066085725637-3744099059834898699?l=hatred-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3744099059834898699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3744099059834898699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689738066085725637/posts/default/3744099059834898699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatred-love.blogspot.com/2010/08/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Fang Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10261528631275011651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG5OTopvKEw/TMDNktHc64I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IEPj27iu3wI/S220/2826534.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
