<?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-2960261390448598450</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:25.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNALS!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-7364231318511274648</id><published>2009-07-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:10:22.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONVO 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i liked magic very much. there was a magic performance that impressed me the most by David soccerfield. the performance was touching, it was about the first magic he learned specially for the hamster lying in the warden bed. first, he took a tissue paper and made it into a rose shape. after that, he burnt the tissue paper and a real rose appeared in his fist. he then slowly place the rose beside his beloved hamster. at that instance, his hamster stop breathing and passed away. i remembered that it was a live performance and many people were at the scene. David soccerfield explained that this magic was not in his rehersal, but was brought in last minute as his hamster suddenly feel pain in its stomach just before the perfromance. i could recalled that the crowd burst into tears as the machine indicated the hamster's heart stopped. i was really a touching performance. that was really the best and most touching performance that impressed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-7364231318511274648?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7364231318511274648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/07/personally-i-liked-magic-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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true that everyone can learn to be good at sport as long as they work hard. many people told me, " 1%talent 99%hard work" and i truly believe it.  though talent is important in sports, but hard work is the key to success. the reason why some people are better in sport might be that  they put in much more effort than others, or they simply have the talent. but by having the talent is not enough. its like an uncut ruby, ugly though expensive. after the ruby is cut, the price will rise tremendously. its like a person with talent in sport, even though their skills are great, if they work hard, their skill would be unlimited. sometimes the 1% of talent is just so important that makes a person unbeatable. however, as long as someone gives it his best and enjoy the process or playing, i believe its the most important and he would be a winner in everyone's heart. i think that it is not quite fair to say that men are better at sport than women. in a race, most man can run faster than a woman is because of the burden a woman had in front of their chest. but the technique used by a woman would not lose to a man. if there is a theory test in sports, i believe that the score of a woman and a man would not differ. but what would differ is the score of a slacker and a hardworking one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-9016822021318919463?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/9016822021318919463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-that-it-is-true-that-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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beautiful places, but the one most unforgettable was the singapore zoo. at first, i was reluctant to go there with my family, as it was a hot day, and i thought the zoo was an extremely boring place. after i went there, i being to enjoy it. the chirping of the birds, the roaring of the lion and the hissing of the snake make me feel as though i am in a jungle. the nature was just too beautiful. the sight of the animal living in peace make me feel relax, and i had the urge to live with them. as we traveled on, we came across a house full of colourful butterflies. it make me realise that life has a lot of clours and we must make use of our heart to feel them. when we were about to leave, i was abit reluctant ultil me parents told me that we would visit the singapore zoo again someday. i would definetly recommend the zoo to others, as it allows one to gain tons of experience and at the same time, enjoy themselve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-561822715853657614</id><published>2009-07-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:11:28.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONVO 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, my favorite hairstyle is anything that is comfortable. i prefer short and tidy hair than long and exaggerating hair. firstly, short hair is easier to wash, and short hair minimize my sweat from a hot day. long hair on the other hand, is a lot difficult to wash and causes me to sweat more. despite the fact that i like short hair, i do not really enjoy going to the hairdresser as i think that it is a waste of my precious time. these time could be used studying and playing. that is the reason why i will let the hairdresser cut my hair to semi-bald each time i go there. this way, i do not have to visit the barber until a long time. to me, hairstyle is important as it reflects one's character and attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-561822715853657614?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/561822715853657614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-me-my-favorite-hairstyle-is-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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there were lots of elderly. 2 young people were standing in the middle of the room performing. they could be teaching the elderly how to dance from the fact that almost all elderly were intimidating the performers. the fact that some elderly did not follow the performers might due to the fact that they were not happy in the nursing home and so did not bother doing it. those that were intimidating seems happy and excited. the 2 chef from the kitchen got curious and looked at the performers too. i think that getting the elderly to do these might be a good way to allow them to forget about those unfilal child of theirs and at the same time, have some fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-6259545573784000477?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-8887799120882183511</id><published>2009-07-06T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:12:37.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture depict a scene of a garden. many people were in the garden, they were mainly kids. in the foreground, a woman was playing a game with a bunch of children. it was about a hen protecting her chicks from a bad wolf. the woman was playing the role of the hem while the chicks were the children and one little boy was the bad wolf. they seem to enjoy themselves as they all have a wide smile on their faces. at the background, the same game was being played. maybe after the game, everyone will have a drinks to quench their thirst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-9144331493829988083</id><published>2009-07-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:12:22.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture despite a scene of a stadium. there are many people in the stadium and 3 girls were at the foreground. they seems excited, it could be due to the fact that they were watching a race where their school is leading. the second girl from the left seems extremely excited as she is jump up and down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-5805621026554626480</id><published>2009-07-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:11:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture shows a scene where a man in a wheelchair is being rolled up into a vehicle. many people were surrounding the man. judging by the looks on their faces, they must be feeling sad for him. a young man is pulling the wheelchair up into the vehicle, he could be the son of the man. he has a smile on his face which indicate that he was happy as he was helping the man in the wheelchair. the other man in the vehicle might be the driver as he was helping the man in the wheelchair to get into the vehicle. the man in the vehicle might be going to the beach or park to enjoy himself next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-5805621026554626480?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5805621026554626480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-picture-shows-scene-where-man-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/5805621026554626480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hair clipper, and a bottle of hair conditioner. all the women were practicing their hair-cutting skills on dummy's head. the woman on the extreme left seems pretty serious about the practice, she must had lots of passion in this job. those women in the middle all seem to enjoy themselves while doing the practice, cutting hair must be real fun for them.despite all these, the women on the extreme right seem bored as though she does not like doing this. it may be due to the fact the she thinks the practice is too easy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-5340829719333229494?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5340829719333229494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-6057796373640973371</id><published>2009-03-26T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:25:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERM 1 WEEK 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Deeming&lt;/span&gt; that it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;abortive&lt;/span&gt; to do anything, i was preparing to give up right on the spot. kungfumaster, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;craving&lt;/span&gt; for revenge, was not ready to give up yet. " I've tried so hard and get so far." he yelled. Touched by his words, i stood up and decided to continue this mission-impossible with him. though the cave is filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;myriad&lt;/span&gt; of traps, kungfumaster's great agility helped fended them off. we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;romped&lt;/span&gt; down into the cave, hoping that would cheer us up. but what lies inside here is danger and more danger which is not known by us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-6057796373640973371?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6057796373640973371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-18-deeming-that-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/6057796373640973371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/6057796373640973371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-18-deeming-that-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-7988154892119225037</id><published>2009-03-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:05:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TERM 1 WEEK 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi MrKek, i promised you that i would complete my journals up to week 7 and i will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;consummate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? It is due to the fact that i am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt; little boy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fraught&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;manifold&lt;/span&gt; values. You might think that this is just another &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hoax&lt;/span&gt;, but believe me, it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE JUST COMPLETED WEEK 7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-7988154892119225037?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7988154892119225037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-17-hi-mrkek-i-promised-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/7988154892119225037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/7988154892119225037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1-week-17-hi-mrkek-i-promised-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-8001257292446854802</id><published>2009-03-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:37:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MR KEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;REALLY NO TIME TO DO JOURNALS!!!&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO NCC CAMP ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TRY TO DO UP TO WEEK 7 WHEN I GOT BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.==.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.==.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-8001257292446854802?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8001257292446854802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-kek-really-no-time-to-do-journals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/8001257292446854802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/8001257292446854802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-kek-really-no-time-to-do-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-8483754943378067386</id><published>2009-03-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:06:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through perserverance, we finally reach the entrance of the cave. In order to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;preclude&lt;/span&gt; falling into traps, i threw a stone inwards the cave. To our amaze,  knifes and daggers flew out of nowhere. This place is sure a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;paragon&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;liquidation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"How can we have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;access&lt;/span&gt; to the cave?" i spoke silently to myself. As though hearing what i said, KUNG FU master replied " i can help you guys fend off the weapons." Out of the blue, 2 men in black appeared and took baldy and piggy with them, they were too fast, matching the speed of lighnting." " The mysterious organization is sure to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;culpable&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" kungfumaster told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-8483754943378067386?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8483754943378067386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-perserverance-we-finally-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/8483754943378067386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/8483754943378067386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-perserverance-we-finally-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-5310915841431921378</id><published>2009-03-05T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:15:22.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEK 13+14!!!&lt;br /&gt;JOURNALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While traveling through the woods to paya lebar, noises that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nettle&lt;/span&gt; us could be heard. Knowing that this is not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;haven&lt;/span&gt;, we tried to hasten our footsteps. Out of the blue, i could hear a soft voice calling for help coming from deep jungle. Though it was soft, but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;incontrovertible&lt;/span&gt; that someone was calling for help. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scurried&lt;/span&gt; toward the voice while trying to ask my team to follow me. As we ventured in, the voice became &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stentorian&lt;/span&gt;. Image of a man could be seen as we got closer. Finally, we found a man tied tightly onto a tree. " What a fimiliar face," i thought. As we were about to untie the ropes, i suddenly remembered the person. " KUNG FU MASTER!" i screamed at the top of my voice. There there was, a moment of shock and silent. It was then, a torpedo came rushing in the direction of the wanted man. I immediatly took out my golden bat and samshed it at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lethal&lt;/span&gt; weapon with all my strength. The torpedo then drop dead onto the floor. "Why did you..." asked baldy. " If the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; mammoth&lt;/span&gt; torpedo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;razed&lt;/span&gt; him, he's going to be shattered into pieces. How am i suppose to hand him to the police that way?" i replied. Shocked by our conversation, the wanted man quickly confessed that actually an organiszation was spaying him to destroy the gatekepper of the "paya utopia". Driven by greed, kung fu master agreeded and dealt with the gatekepper. " Why do they want entrance to the utopia?" piggy asked. "There's a weapon that is belived to be able to help its' wielder &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;subjugate&lt;/span&gt; the world" said kung fu master. "They must be on thier way there," kung fu master added on. " Not wanting to pay you, they tied u to the tree, am i right?" i questioned. nodding his head, i could sensed regret in the wanted man heart. Then, a brillant idea struck my mind, i ask my team if they wanted to let kungfumaster join our team. "He might have their database, this is defitnely &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;propitious&lt;/span&gt; to us." i remineded baldy and piggy. Through a round of disscusion, our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; desicion was to let him in. kung fu master was also happy to hear the news. Therefore, we set forth our journey in pursue of the orginazation and to find a perfect comic book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-5310915841431921378?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5310915841431921378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-traveling-through-woods-to-paya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/5310915841431921378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/5310915841431921378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-traveling-through-woods-to-paya.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-876522227941260066</id><published>2009-02-09T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:50:27.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TERM 1 WEEK 12!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With blinding speed, i reached MacDonald in time. I saw Piggy and baldy waiting impatiently for me. Lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;placard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; were on the walls of the fast food restaurant. With close examination, i noticed that the posters were about the wanted "Kung Fu Master". &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Remuneration&lt;/span&gt; will be given out for those who hand him to the police alive, while bounty would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nominal&lt;/span&gt; if handed dead. I quickly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;expunged&lt;/span&gt; the ideas of rewards, and dicussed with my friends where we could find a high-quality comic book. It was then baldy told us that there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;timorous&lt;/span&gt; cave in Paya Lebar. "What lies within it are tons of treasure, it would be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;utopia&lt;/span&gt; if its' not for the scary reputation it has," said baldy. After &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; dicussion, we decided that Paya Lebar would be our next destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-876522227941260066?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/876522227941260066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-blinding-speed-i-reached-macdonald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/876522227941260066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/876522227941260066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-blinding-speed-i-reached-macdonald.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-5018158313832882542</id><published>2009-01-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:15:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TERM1WEEK11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;month &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;elapsed&lt;/span&gt; and it is time for my journey. i recalled what happened 2 months ago. when me and my friends returned from the north to bring back the magazine. Mr. Kek, our chief, was not very impressed with our performance. he tore the magazine and threw it away as the it did not contain enough cartoons. our effort then became &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fruitless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our chief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;coerced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;us to set forth another journey to bring back a better magazine for him to read in 2 months time. so here i am, preparing to start my journey. "ringringring." i &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rashly&lt;/span&gt; jumped over the sofa to get to the ringing phone. my companion, piggy and baldy were on the other phone. they ask me where i was at the time. being a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lax&lt;/span&gt; person, of course i was still at my house. i told them i was on my way. i qickly put down the phone and exited the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, my journey begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-5018158313832882542?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5018158313832882542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/term1week11-month-elapsed-and-it-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/5018158313832882542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/5018158313832882542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/term1week11-month-elapsed-and-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960261390448598450.post-2917905075326355146</id><published>2009-01-06T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:52:34.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for my journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2960261390448598450-2917905075326355146?l=cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2917905075326355146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-for-my-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/2917905075326355146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2960261390448598450/posts/default/2917905075326355146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchms-3dl-jiawei-journal.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-for-my-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>jaybew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193333078222607738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
