<?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-7955453383634186757</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:25:32.061-07:00</updated><category term='PSP'/><title type='text'>MyLife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></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-7955453383634186757.post-3713023110974563335</id><published>2009-06-11T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:48:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peepz!I have not been blogging alot lately.Reason&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that there are just so many things going on that&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't organise them properly.I know,its a lame&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse but yeah.The first week of holidays was pure&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness.Celebrated mine and grace's birthday&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my friends.Thank you guys so much.It was really&lt;br /&gt;memorable.I was quite sad on my birthday cause MANY&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people did not wish me.Including close relatives and&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends.It was rather hurting but Jen and Steph made me&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel better.The conclusion to my birthday was far more &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spectacular than the start.We ate at Sakura at Northpoint&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I had a rather distinct looking cake.Then my cousins &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I were planning to go Minitoons to get some stuff but&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in the process of closing.However one of my cousins&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told the worker in the shop that it was my birthday and stuff,&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly she let us in.That pretty much summed up my&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday.I'm out of inspiration to blog already so i shall stop&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here.BYEEEEE&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-3713023110974563335?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/3713023110974563335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=3713023110974563335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3713023110974563335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3713023110974563335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-peepzi-have-not-been-blogging-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-475913670972569391</id><published>2009-06-04T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:12:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFCC00"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; hi &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-475913670972569391?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/475913670972569391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=475913670972569391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/475913670972569391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/475913670972569391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-1027057980412008677</id><published>2009-05-29T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:28:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF3399"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost.Well,In my opinion,neither team deserved to win or lose.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes per half.Too short to make any much of an impact.The&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match was neutral except for an instant when the ball rattled the&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossbar.I was too nervous.Very very nervous.I became very tired&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause of this.I had a glorious oppurtunity in the last minute&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was snatched away by the whistle.We lost penalties.I&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to praise Jen for the accurate spot kick but i flopped it.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we lost.Although there was some controversy about&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one penalty,we still lost.Congrats 2/3.I do not want to be a sour&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grape,but I really think we should have won.JQ and I were really&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightning stricken.BUT we recuperated soon enough.&lt;/br&gt;Thanks to ALL &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/5ers.i love you guys.It started with us camwhoring(not sure if&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how u use it).My new specs made it long awaited debut.LOL.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get any negative comments so I'm not so shy anymore.Then&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we(Serina,Hazel,Iylia,Zab,Aaron,Alvin,Grace,Wyatt and Amelia) &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disturbed Jen and JQ.And after that,I had a war with hazel.She was&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwned big time and she called in reinforcements in the form of &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie.But still no hope.I won by leaps and hounds.Wait a min.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy didnt start here.It started when we(Serina,Hazel,Iylia&lt;br /&gt;,Zab,Aaron,JQ,Jen,Wyatt and me!) ate at macs and when we walked to&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stadium.The girls were really cocky and the guys just played along.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wyatt's a really nice person.I shouldnt have said all those&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff in my blog.I'm sorry.Overall I think it was nice day even though&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost.But hey!Who cares abt that when u have such wonderfull friends&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can transform your day&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-1027057980412008677?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/1027057980412008677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=1027057980412008677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/1027057980412008677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/1027057980412008677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-3943915989945551221</id><published>2009-05-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:03:50.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day full of splendid occurences..It all began with the start of the sports carnival games.Most obviously,I was put in soccer.My team's first match was against 2/8.I wasn't that bothered cause they had no girls which meant that they had to play with women(or men i dunno) disadvantage.We won 3-2.Jun Quan stole the show.A well deserved hat-trick.I had a couple of shots but there was no threat.My stamina is lyk fried shit.I was lyk super tired even before half time la(I'm not sure if there WAS a half time cause we didnt change sides.lol)Leadin 3-0,yet 2/8 lyk tried to comeback.They scored 2 goals and they could've have scored more.Most chances were squandered.We won eventually.High spirits.Take that amelia!She kept saying we couldn't beat 2/8.2/8 were unhappy/sour grape-ish.I decided not to involve myself with them.Dun wan needless probz.&lt;/br&gt;I bought a drink and was watchin 2/5 playin pushball with 2/2.those in 2/5 were struggling and 2/2 had huge ppl.But 2/5 held on.Then they asked me and afiq to sub in for them.Why not?It looks fun.So i try lor.But i realised it was harder than it looks.The first time I pushed the ball,I rebounded like a some weightless shit.I kept pushin.Wah tirin siahl.Like wanna die you noe.But i just kept pushin and pushin lyk some pregnant lady about to give birth.then the most luckiest and tyco-est thing happened.SOMEHOW the ball flew up and i ran and pushed the ball since no one else was there and managed to score.PURE LUCK!I tot we had equalised or sumthing so i subbed off for jaymond but in the end i realised we lost 2-1.&lt;/br&gt;nvm.soccer is still in our hands.i spectated tug o war.We won 2/4 but lost to 2/7.2/5 got thrashed 11-1 by 2/4.The bitter rivalry(i have no idea why) still goes on.So all hopes were heaped onto soccer.2/4 won 2/2,1-0, which meant we were goin to versus them.After seeing 2/3 somewhat beat 2-7,we proceeded to OUR(it was literally ours) semi-finals.&lt;/br&gt;This game was much more relaxed and easier. BUt yet we conceded first thanks to a flop by Yi Da.I was scared that 2/4 would cause an upset.No way man.I netted my first and celebrated at the corner flag.Jun Quan scored to hand us the lead.Half time.Ying off,Afiq on.The second half was pretty much the same.Afiq made alot of solo runs which he could have passed.i guess everyone wants to score.Next Jason scored an stupendous own goal for 2/4.Deliberate or not,a simple backpass was made into a spectacular goal.lol.OWNAGE.I scored again,this time afiq's solo run ended with a pass thorough the legs of some person.ownism.i was ectastic.the final is ours to win in 8 days.Every single player in our team played well.i didnt expect it at all.hopefully we'll play the same next week.&lt;/br&gt;I stayed back to watch 2/3's semi-final against 2/6.Once again there weren't as promising as they tot to be.They managed a slender 1-0 win.A blunder from the keeper caused the goal.END.2/3 vs 2/5 in the finals.A rivalry which hasn't been settled in at least a year.8 more days.I won't speak too much.I'll just show with my actions.8 more days.Just 8 more days...If we win,it'll be my third consecutive class championship.lol.BRING IT ON PPL.BRING IT ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-3943915989945551221?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/3943915989945551221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=3943915989945551221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3943915989945551221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3943915989945551221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-day-full-of-splendid.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-5965860048408157189</id><published>2009-05-18T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:19:37.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#3366CC "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to have a relationship now?Is it to shower someone with love or is it to be showered with love by someone?Is it to gain popularity or is it the pure love you have for the person?Is it to be flattered or to flatter?Is it to behave intimately or is it just plain love? Such questions depict the utter meaning of having a relationship now, at this age.Most obviously no one enters a a young,teenagerly relationship expecting it to last till marriage or even after secondary school,when both thread seperate paths. So why? Even I am unable to answer.To fulfill your heart's desire? Maybe. To get that feeling that tingles your heart whenever that person is nearby? True,but it doesn't last long. I have not realised until now,cause i'm making an attempt to have an attractive blog. Now i understand when they say MYSTERIES of life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-5965860048408157189?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/5965860048408157189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=5965860048408157189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5965860048408157189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5965860048408157189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-it-mean-to-have-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-5064710360806402400</id><published>2009-05-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:19:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000FF "&gt; To those who are,astonishingly,still reading my blog. A few updates before I begin to blog about something significant.&lt;/br&gt;I have gotten a new phone.WOOOHOOO!!!!! Its was zero dollars. Which is the obvious result of me getting my phone.Another good news is that I have line now and I have unlimited smses.Wait.There's more.&lt;/br&gt;I made my new spectacles which is much better-looking than my previous ones.Yeap,the one i didn't wear to school at all.&lt;/br&gt;I was supposed to celebrate Amelia's birthday together with the rest of my classmates.But since I had to go collect my phone,I was late.Super late i think.Jen,Serina,Hazel,Amelia and Iylia were eating ice cream at mac.Then, Zab,Yi Da,Alvin,Aaron and Quan came and we went to play soccer.Then I went home.&lt;/br&gt;I've been getting more and more addicted to the computer lately.Literally sitting down staring at the screen,my hands constantly at work on the keyboard and the mouse. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-5064710360806402400?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/5064710360806402400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=5064710360806402400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5064710360806402400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5064710360806402400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-those-who-areastonishinglystill.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-7894739484543653740</id><published>2009-05-06T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:20:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF00FF "&gt;Dear You Know Who You Are,&lt;/br&gt;I am really agitated by your actions of late.I realise that to you,every girl I lay my eyes upon at is my crush. You seem to know everyone I have a relationship with and you use it as a weapon to attack me.Pointless,I may say. Teasing me with a girl is harmless but doing it in every single conversation you have with me,now thats unpleasant.Its been more 6 months that you have been doing this.The irritation has accumulated and resulted in this letter.I deeply feel that being known by many people in the school does not mean that people do not dislike you.I advice that you reflect upon your actions and act quickly before its too late.So what if I'm a playboy?It does not concern you in anyway whatsoever.If you want to strike a conversation with me,please exclude any of the unpleasant things i mentioned above and it will all fall in place.It was with great hesistance that I wrote this letter.Not forgetting,it took me a Herculean effort to convey this letter politely.I apologise for any tone of disturbance potrayed in this letter/&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Arvin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-7894739484543653740?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/7894739484543653740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=7894739484543653740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7894739484543653740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7894739484543653740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-you-know-who-you-are-i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-70239730969741408</id><published>2009-05-06T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:35:43.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0000 "&gt;HEY PPL!sry for not blogging for so long,if it matters.&lt;/br&gt;I was lazy siahl.lazy to think and to reflect on my life.&lt;/br&gt;But i realise i have to keep u entertained.LOL&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/br&gt; &lt;font color="#FF99CC "&gt;Life's been great so far.I think Megan Fox is hot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3399 "&gt;(Code Name,this time i'm gonna make it indecipherable)The Dawn Of New Yet Familiar Era has begun.&lt;/br&gt;Revision for examinations is going smoothly.&lt;/br&gt;I'm improving drastically in mathematics,speed wise and solving wise.&lt;/br&gt;I think the reason behind this is Mdm Hee's D.I.Y sessions.There are really very essential.(Time to change colour)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF33CC "&gt; I seriously think Mr You Know Who's(I am not mentioning the name due to privacy) emotional burst during EFL last week was harsh.&lt;/br&gt;Well there are reasons to support his actions but its still unacceptable.&lt;/br&gt;He could have damaged the microphone.&lt;/br&gt;But i presume that he was greatly disturbed by the fact that no one respects him and moreover,its always a huge calamity during EFL.&lt;/br&gt; But screaming into the microphone just speaks about how he is unable to control his emotions or how much the anger has accumulated to.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#990099 "&gt; Arrgh!There was so many thing i wanted to blog about that I forgot. OH YA.&lt;/br&gt; I thought Sharvin would stop whatever he is doing after Santhia had told him off.&lt;/br&gt;But I just realised today that he has continued to do so.&lt;/br&gt;Poor Santhia.&lt;/br&gt;What a pity!&lt;/br&gt;Laugh out loud.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#CC3399 "&gt; I finally discovered the secret to success in Restaurant City.&lt;/br&gt;Well now people will watch for me.&lt;/br&gt;I'm coming.I've already brushed past Grace.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0099 "&gt; Finally,I shall talk about X-Men:The Next Generation.&lt;/br&gt;No,it is not another low grossing movie.&lt;/br&gt;Its a fantasy thing that I and Aaron came up with during.&lt;/br&gt;I'm Wolarvin.&lt;/br&gt;As the name suggests,I'm Wolverine.&lt;/br&gt;Many other people have been mutanised(HAHA!) but only the guys(excluding jaymond and wyatt) take part in the childish fights.&lt;/br&gt;I will constantly patrol the class with three pens positioned in the gaps located between my index and pinky fingers.&lt;/br&gt;Its extremely immature.&lt;/br&gt;But it does not matter if it helps you to have fun.&lt;/br&gt;Now i realise why i hated to blog.&lt;/br&gt;Its takes up so much time and I have to attend tuition now.&lt;/br&gt;Moreover I need to revise geography later.&lt;/br&gt;Sweet Lord please aid me.&lt;/br&gt;Thank You!&lt;/br&gt;BYe Guys!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-70239730969741408?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/70239730969741408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=70239730969741408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/70239730969741408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/70239730969741408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-pplsry-for-not-blogging-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-2250480358616105633</id><published>2009-04-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:05:49.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend has dawned.a new era for me.a personal one.jessica alba has finally returned.lol.lets talk bout the 1/3 girl. she sparked some controversy in my long dead cbox.but it didnt last long. i wasnt making anything obvious.i just said i wasn't interested.end of story. it is obvious.i'm not making anything unobvious. enough of that.boring stuff.&lt;/br&gt;life's been eventful lately. more and more people are joinin RC.i'm becomin slightly better in dota.ooo ya.my cousin and my sister fought.verbally not phyically.it was fiery.i dont noe who is in the wrong. cause when my sister talked to me before the fight, i tot she was right.but when my cousin talked to me before the fight, i tot he was right.so when they argued,i was silent. my sister cried.badly. it made me sad. i hadnt seen her cry like that for years.even if she was wrong,it isnt right for my cousin to make her cry lyk that. as a brother,i'd be hurt. and now he comes into home(my house,he's stayin in it) and just lays on the bed,emoing.well i cant seem to sympathise.i was angry wif him for makin my sister cry. and i noe its not only my sister's fault. he shouldt have got pissed by just a minor issue.he doesnt respect my dad properly. as a daughter,my sister obviously wud have stood up for my dad. and he's living in somebody else's house(my house) and he has no appreciation or any sorta shit. i felt really fucked up on the day that fought. they used to be so close but now its just  faint,distant memory. i wish things heal them naturally. PLS HELP ME GOD! LOVE 2/5....BYE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-2250480358616105633?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/2250480358616105633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=2250480358616105633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2250480358616105633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2250480358616105633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weekend-has-dawned.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-1780333887378454091</id><published>2009-04-22T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:19:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#3300CC "&gt;Hey ppl!Long time since i blogger. Lost the inspiration to do so.But i shall blog now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3300CC "&gt;I found out through out my friends that a sec 1 girl lyks/has a crush on me.Well i actually have no comments on it.Cause I just gotta say that I'm not interested.I'm not intending to be mean or anything.If you're reading this,I'm sorry.I guess you should just wait and let the crush fade away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3300CC "&gt;Okay.Enough of the Sentimence.LOL.Just Joking.I know its a bit too late but i shall blog about the movie outing we had last last week.I and Zab and Iylia and Serina went to watch Knowing.The outing was planned on the day before.Jen was supposed to come but last minute her parents don't allow.I treated iylia cause she had not money to come and if she didnt come,serina wont come and i would end up watching the movie alone with Zab which would be just toooo weird.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3300CC "&gt;Restaurant City's taking over 2/5.The Founders are Me,Hazel and Grace.Now our new recruits are Zab,Quan,Iylia(She gave up),Serina,Wyatt and Jaymond(Yes,I'm not lyin).We'll continue to spread the word and recruit more ppl.Grace/Hazel(Cant remember who said it) says that RC will unite our class.Maybe it will.Oh which reminds me.Iylia did an EXCELLENT job in getting the class tee things settled.i didnt think it wud've been settled.She's superwoman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKayz.gtg.cya.BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-1780333887378454091?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/1780333887378454091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=1780333887378454091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/1780333887378454091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/1780333887378454091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-ppllong-time-since-i-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-393556512332340327</id><published>2009-04-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:00:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What we learned is only the size of our palms,What we have yet to learn is the size of the earth".This is a famous saying by Thiruvalluvar.I know you guys will be like, "who the shit is he?"I shall give you his brief history&lt;/br&gt;Thiruvalluvar is indian(DUH) and he wrote the Thirukkural.&lt;/br&gt;The Thirukkural consists of 1330 sayings that teach us to live a life that worthy blah blah blah,u get the point.&lt;/br&gt;They are 133 catogeries and 10 sayings under each one.Each saying has 7 words.&lt;/br&gt;Okay back to the nice part.Everyday we learn something new.Never can a day pass without your knowledge of the world growing slightly.Regardless of academic wise or sports wise or life wise,we always learn something. So each day we are smarter then we were yesterday and stupider than we are gonna be the next day.I know this post is heading nowhere but i wanna make a resolution that everyday i'm gonna blog about what've learnt on that day. that'll maybe help me to blog more too.i guess.just a superficial anticipation.&lt;/br&gt;i have no time to blog nowadays.maybe its cause my ban from the computer is being enforced more strictly,but nvm,i'll manage.anyways,nobody's a fan of my blog wat so it doesn't matter.lol.maybe there is.haha.BYEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-393556512332340327?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/393556512332340327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=393556512332340327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/393556512332340327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/393556512332340327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-we-learned-is-only-size-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-5831171303646872688</id><published>2009-04-07T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:34:03.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF9900" size="4"&gt;Well Done.It Doesn't Matter Whether You Have Lost.What Matters Is That Your Name's In History,&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFCC00"&gt;The Volleyball C girls progressed into the finals.The first time in Anderson volleyball history in any division,regardless of male or female.They were up against Cedar girls.To Cedar,being in the finals is no once in a blue moon.The C girls had already beat Cedar previously in the tournament.But now it was different.It was the finals.Cedar had a giant reputation for cheering their team to victory. Anderson was allocated 600 seats at the yio chu kang stadium.The principal decided to send the whole lower sec students for the match.The students marched to the yck stadium,along with teachers and the principal.2/4 and 2/5 did not attend the match due to CIP.The match ended.Anderson was beaten 3 sets to 1.I was told that the principal came back to school with a face blacker than night.Students were disappointed.But ultimately,i don't blame the c girls.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time the C girls played in front of a non-volleyball anderson crowd.Expectations were set high for them.Although i may not have been there, i know that the pressure would have been unbearable.Close to 600 students,including teacher and even the principal,looking at you playing. It'll be impossible to focused on the game. What will happen if we lose?It'll be so embarrassing.Almost the whole school comes and we let them down.Such thoughts would be racing through their mind.Too much.They lost.Nothing Would be able to pacify them for a few weeks.It'll take time to recover.But I don't care if they have lost. they have not let the school down. Anderson's volleyball was below average.Hopeless.But they brought it to national level.Brought it to the highest possible stage.They're now in history.They'll be role models.7th April 2009.The day Anderson reached its first ever finals.And the day it won its first ever medal in the national stage.They Lost?Nahh..in Anderson, they have won an oscar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-5831171303646872688?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/5831171303646872688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=5831171303646872688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5831171303646872688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/5831171303646872688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-done.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-3633854136587557346</id><published>2009-04-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:07:16.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0000" size="4"&gt;Hey..I think i have a lot of things to blog abt today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3300"&gt;i injured my knee yesterday.it was alr kinda injured but i made it worse.BUT Yesterday's cip(community improvement project) was super fun.we went to st theresa's home.stupid classmates made me sit beside amelia.we reached the place very late because the driver didnt noe how to get there.my form teacher(mdm hee) had alr split the class into 4 groups,each given something to do. i was supposed to interact with the grandmas and grandpas.But the person in charge at the home split us into different groups.so instead of interacting with the old folks,we were told to pack books into boxes.and we could take any book that we wanted.those in my group were &lt;font color="#FFCC33" size="4"&gt;hazel,iylia,wyatt,grace,jen,serina and zab.&lt;/font&gt;So we led into a dark,spooky place where the library was.it was the size of lyk 2 small rooms.work begun.it was fun.the titles of books were randomly read out by everyone.i realised that serina was super strong.i mean for a girl,she carried a box all by herself.i helped wyatt collect sweet valley high books .&lt;/br&gt;&lt;font color="#CC6600" size="4"&gt;Fishy Fishy In The Brook,&lt;/br&gt;Father Caught It&lt;/font&gt;(credit to grace) &lt;font color="#CC6600" size="4"&gt;With A Hook,&lt;/br&gt;Mother Fried It In A Pan, &lt;/br&gt;Baby Ate It Like A Man.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3300"&gt;Mdm Hee came and took pics of us.she took a pic of grace and me.i gave grace some random book to pose with.hehe.Wasted i didnt have a camera to camwhore.was supposed to take a pic with hazel but i was too dark in the pic.LOL.we forgot to take it in the light.Suddenly a lizard jumped on the shelf,Iylia screamed,everyone else freaked out.the lizard was quite big.but it disappeared soon enough.and the fun came to an end.its was time to go. we were lyk only there for 45 mins.but it was fun.we rushed back to where the bus was.the rest has alr gathered to take a pic. i didnt have time to find a nice position to pose.i think i was blocked my zab.damn him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-3633854136587557346?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/3633854136587557346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=3633854136587557346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3633854136587557346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3633854136587557346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-7241549278282192380</id><published>2009-04-06T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:27:16.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF9933 "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I shall summarise my day(chronographically)using a timeline .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.(am).Messaging&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sleepy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Uncomfortable&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Slept&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Slumbering&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30.Rose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.45.Bathed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Dressed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30.LEft&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Reached&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.40.Boredom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40.Apathy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.40.Deliverance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.10.Found A New Form Of Jocularity(fun)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF "&gt;thanks hazel!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9933 "&gt;11.10.Disorganization&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.10(pm).Insignificance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10.Doom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.10.Joy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.10.Break Fast&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30.Computer Lab&lt;br /&gt;4.40.Parting With Such A Lovely Environment&lt;br /&gt;5.00.BBTS&lt;br /&gt;5.20 Mass Rapid Transit&lt;br /&gt;6.00 Home Sweet Home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-7241549278282192380?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/7241549278282192380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=7241549278282192380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7241549278282192380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7241549278282192380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-shall-describe-todaychronographically.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-7245972949992172550</id><published>2009-03-31T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:27:23.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31st March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 12 last night after wishing my sister.&lt;font color="#FF0000 "&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; ITS HER BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!!!!!!THOUGH WE HAVE SPENT THE 1ST HALF OF OUR LIVES TRYING TO RIP EACH OTHER APART,I'M GLAD THAT THE 2ND HALF IS THE PART WHEN WE ARE NEVER APART.I LOVE YOU!!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33CCCC "&gt;(I just learned how to change the font colour) &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFF00 "&gt; Its so cool lah.Now my blog isn't that boring anymore.i shall now revert back to the topic &lt;/font&gt;             &lt;font color="#FF0033 "&gt; Science was kinda fun today. Mr Lim is getting lamer and lamer and lamer.Lyk wth la. Aaron was using the keyboard to play like an imaginary guitar.And Mr Lame comes and tells him to stop playing and use his ribcage to play lyk a guitar.WTF!!!!!! Then he walks away while slapping his butt or back thigh,whichever it is. P.E was quite eventful for me.Hahaz.I got to do a demonstration for my class cause i was the only volleyball player.I was afraid that i would make a mistake. Cause i alr had a low reputation as i was a reserve. But i got through safely.But the rules for the game at the end was retard. Recess moved one.I didnt fast today. i shall compensate on the coming sunday.Maths was OKAy la. Still boring. I HANDED UP MY MATHS HOMEWORK. its not much of an achievement to u,but it is to me.after that was art. sleepiness was starting to overcome me.not for long. after art i went to the canteen,since we had an excuse letter for volleyball. then i ate from 3 different shops.LOL.snack attack,noodles something(cant remember) and the fruits stall. i tot the reserves were going to play the match cause despite the result,we were still out of the tournament. But none of that fantasy happened. But from today henceforth,I'm a B boy. Simply someone who plays in the B division. okays.thats abt enough.Nobody lyks an lenghty blog.Cya.gtg for dinner/celebration for my sis's birthday.&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;font color="#0000FF "&gt; B &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#FF3300 "&gt; Y &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33FF00 "&gt; E &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-7245972949992172550?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/7245972949992172550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=7245972949992172550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7245972949992172550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/7245972949992172550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/31st-march-2009-slept-at-12-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-6910141714508731448</id><published>2009-03-31T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:46:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys....i think nobody's reading my blog cause they are lyk no comments on the tagboard:( But nevertheless i shall push forward and be undeterred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Mrs Cosgrove did not scold Miranda at all.Instead,she called up Miley Cyrus(she told Mrs Cosgrove that she and Miranda were going to have lunch at AMK Hub) and said sternly,"You better not go out with my daughter anymore..blah blah blah".So Miley gets angry and badmouths Mrs Cosgrove to Miranda. And Miranda gets angry because Mrs Cosgrove is her mother.But they both don't have any kind of tiff or anything. Oh by the way,Miley and Miranda are best friends.MnM.LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is,you should be ready to take any sort of blame for your friend and not get angry.If not there's no use of being best friends. The term "best" means that you are friends that are a class above the rest. Although Mrs Cosgrove shouldnt have scolded Milet,she was only fulfilling her duty as a mother. Being that Miranda goes out once every economical recession, Mrs Cosgrove obviously would not blame her daughter for coming late as she does not usually do so.Moreover,Mrs Cosgrove MIGHT have figured out that Miranda was lying and scolded Miley and given her daughter a chance OR Mrs Cosgrove simply thought that Miley was a bad influence.I reckon that this will be the end to the 3-day-long Miranda Cosgrove saga.I shall keep you updated if anything else happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-6910141714508731448?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/6910141714508731448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=6910141714508731448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/6910141714508731448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/6910141714508731448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-2200578250976324733</id><published>2009-03-29T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:20:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As youths of an irresponsible generation, we tend to be unable to prioritize. To us, fun, love, entertainment and popularity are usually the top priorities. We don't care about our studies. We fail to understand its significance. We worship the desires in our heart and are unguided in our individual paths of life. Due to the lack of finances, both of the parents in a household go to work. Thus , we are not  properly taught what to do. We are unable to discern what’s important from what’s not.  Studying , to us is just a burden everybody has to go through in life. We are more drowned in the company and love of our friends.  And even the most devoted nerds will soon realise that they are missing out on the fun in life.  So no matter how many motivational talks or workshops you put us through, the motivation only lasts for a short period and after that we return back to where we were. If we are not nurtured from young to succeed in life, we will never get hold of the inspiration for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-2200578250976324733?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/2200578250976324733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=2200578250976324733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2200578250976324733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2200578250976324733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-youths-of-irresponsible-generation.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-2163933605749103733</id><published>2009-03-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:52:17.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those who have realised that my blog has been resurrected...&lt;br /&gt;today was quite enjoyable.i went to catch a movie at orchard wif my friends. the movie is unborn.it was a typical and predictable horror movie la.first she kena haunted la then the mystery of the ghost unveils,then she goes to a pastor then exorcism then the movie ends with an ending that very much started the movie in the first place.its lyk makin us anticipate a part 2. after the movie we went to eat at burger king and miranda cozgrove's(i wanna use secret identities) mother started calling and askin where she was. since her mother didnt let miranda watch movies,miranda lied to her mother that she was goin to have lunch at amk hub.which is super far from orchard.so miranda makes up lies and the rest help her to improvise.in the end the lies all have little connection in terms of time and possibility.so,according to miranda, mrs cosgrove will not allow her to go out anymore and will lecture alot and she can only go out if she does well during SA1. this really caused me to pity her. why does her mum not have any trust in her? i mean she doesnt go out all the time. or issit cause of miranda's bro, who keeps sabotaging her. where's the cohesion in the siblings? i used to fight with my sister regularly but now its totally different.we are much united.i help my sister and she helps me like a great big family(yay it rhymes).moreover, miranda and i are the same age and her bro and my sis are the same age too.miranda keeps complainin that she's gonna die blah blah blah.i told her"at the end of the day,we all had fun.its worth it.we dont go out as a group of friends all the time.so we have to sacrifice it.its just a lecture.mrs cosgrove has no record of hittin miranda,so why be afraid?" devastatingly, there is no premier league matches today nor tmr.so i have to wait an agonisin 7 days to watch my team play.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-2163933605749103733?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/2163933605749103733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=2163933605749103733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2163933605749103733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2163933605749103733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-those-who-have-realised-that-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-8429765891604814003</id><published>2009-03-27T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:10:06.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP'/><title type='text'>The End Of  The Source Of My Only Portable Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SczPsZ6v4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vm6va9aBO-w/s1600-h/Picture0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SczPsZ6v4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vm6va9aBO-w/s320/Picture0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317853621796201266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see,the end of my psp has unfortunately arrived.The LCD  screen cracked when i carelessly dropped it on the floor.I am deeply saddened.I have been using it since the end of PSLE,approximately 16 months ago. Since then it has never failed to entertain me.Although there WERE short periods of time when it was boring,but it was the only thing that stood beside me when i was banned from the computer during weekdays.It beautified my routine trips to and from home. It gave life to my mundane study times by acting as a mp3.It served as a platform to use the internet(MSN) when i was unable to.But its now all just a recent memory.It took just a moment of folly to snatch away my prized asset. I cannot envisage how life is gonna go on for me from now on. Already my results and punishments have dealt a huge blow. I guess i should just progress without it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-8429765891604814003?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8429765891604814003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=8429765891604814003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8429765891604814003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8429765891604814003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-source-of-my-only-portable.html' title='The End Of  The Source Of My Only Portable Entertainment'/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SczPsZ6v4zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vm6va9aBO-w/s72-c/Picture0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-8787655980026338393</id><published>2009-03-26T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:46:24.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well i'm back to writing blogs.... i guess i really nitta express my feelings more often.life's going on the usual.we jus got knocked out of the volleyball nationals today.which means no training till a very very long time.my grades sucked for CA1 which means i get alot of privilleges taken out of ma life.one of them which is watching matches in the early morning.the feeling of watchin matches in the early morning is awesome.and especially if ur team wins,u'll have a very optimistic view of the day ahead.but sadly,if ur team loses, u get disturbed by everyone else.however its doesnt last long and the day goes on as it is supposed to.i guess i'll write more another day.outta ideas.well this is just an re-introduction to my blog.BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-8787655980026338393?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8787655980026338393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=8787655980026338393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8787655980026338393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8787655980026338393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-3813265887417728991</id><published>2008-11-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:33:46.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda didnt feel lyk bloggin but i had nothin much ta do and was bored. my dad FINALLY top-upped my hi card yesterday. i  was so happy. i went to a picnic yesterday. my church organised it. it was kinda fun.we(around my age group guys) played soccer but then after that we got nothin ta do. so we were jus sittin down chattin and seein the girl play captain's ball. soon its was time ta leave.sadly i forgot ta take pics,hehe.my family and i(excludin my bro who was at home doin his assignment) went to visit my uncle and aunt.then my cousin(daughter of uncle and aunt) bathed there and we left to watch  and i went to watch madacasgar 2. it was damn funnny la. worth watchin.i have to leave at 11.30am and its 10.30am alr. tmr mus leave even earlier. arrgh. why does the volleyball matches hab to start sooo early? nvm wednesday will be the last match if we dont get thorough the 1st round.we i think we will get thorough. i think i better try to do something more fun. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-3813265887417728991?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/3813265887417728991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=3813265887417728991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3813265887417728991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3813265887417728991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/kinda-didnt-feel-lyk-bloggin-but-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-8322365284789064605</id><published>2008-11-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:31:48.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm suddenly addicted to elmo's world again. since its at 12am, its very convenient for me to watch. it helps me to relive the memories of the past,haha. i'm finally gonna top-up my prepaid today. SO HAPPY!!!!!!!anyways i got a gatherin at ma house laterr on at night. i woke up today and clean my room first thing in the mornnig.i am so freakin proud of myself. i guess this is how u can get self-satisfaction during the holidays,hehe. well my sister's pissin me off by sayin i dont do much chores when i do them. well that's life. tuition's gonna start as usual tmr. i hope i'll improve by next year especially tamil. i have alot of chores ta do so i gtg now. byeEeEeEeEe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-8322365284789064605?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8322365284789064605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=8322365284789064605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8322365284789064605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8322365284789064605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-suddenly-addicted-to-elmos-world.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-3248282655432251692</id><published>2008-11-13T00:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:46:12.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpool played lyk shit yesterday/today early morning.they played so bad i cud vomit ten times in a row.i dunno what the hell rafa benitez was thnkin. first team alr cannot beat tottenham and he fields his second team. torres has lost it alr. clear example that without gerrard and keane, liverpool is nothin. aargh nvm bout that alr. i shud blog abt sumthing else. quantum of solace was an okay movie. it was action-packed but not much of a story. as usual mr bond was a playboy. will he ever get married? and how old is he? how come he is so young after lyk sooooooooooooooooooo many movies? and some parts are just unrealistic la. i mean how can u break a metal door handle lyk a piece of toothpick? but one thing i realised is acting in action-packed movies is hard. coz my cousin and i made a james bond spoof. we always made spoofs of movies we watch.kinda a habit alr. so i dressed up as bond(hahahahaha) and we tried to take the spoof. well we took quite long and it was lyk freakin hot la. i was sweatin lyk crazy. i wonder how actors remained so unsweaty when they acted. ended up the spoof was comical haha. not meant to be nice actually haha.&lt;/span&gt;i uploaded the vid below. enjoy!bye!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c266141f2fa93659" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc266141f2fa93659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330089135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E90382A14AB0DD61C6C6E6FCBFF6AF448D6DF86.A8772D8FDA98603EFFCD5FF269AD39DB0AF4D19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc266141f2fa93659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz9V5m0UUFCNNVvfZ4abwSeds4Rc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc266141f2fa93659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330089135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E90382A14AB0DD61C6C6E6FCBFF6AF448D6DF86.A8772D8FDA98603EFFCD5FF269AD39DB0AF4D19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc266141f2fa93659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz9V5m0UUFCNNVvfZ4abwSeds4Rc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-3248282655432251692?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c266141f2fa93659&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/3248282655432251692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=3248282655432251692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3248282655432251692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/3248282655432251692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/liverpool-played-lyk-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-8755422711219271626</id><published>2008-11-11T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:11:32.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day so far and it was not even afternoon.well it was bad but not so bad after all. i woke up one hour later than usual. my mom was takin a bath so i checked yesterday's scores while waitin. After she bathe alr, she asked me how much my dad gave me for today. i was like wth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i tot u were gonna cook?&lt;br /&gt;Mom:dad forgot to give me money&lt;br /&gt;Me:but he didnt gimme money coz he tot u were cookin&lt;br /&gt;Mom: make a sandwich for yourself, i gotta leave alr.&lt;br /&gt;so i irritatedly went to heat the oil to fry the egg and then i realised there wasnt any egg. imagine how pissed i wud have felt especially when i had just woke up. i took a bath and told my mom. i dunno why god makes situations bad and makes them good again. my mom was wif me aunt who had money. so i'm supposed to meet my mom at np and take 5 dollars(buy mac MUAHAHAHA) and go to trainin. well it turns out it wasnt so bad after all. but hey i got nothin else ta blog abt ya noe. btw, turns out the liverpool match is tmr morning and not today morning. i guess i better get goin now.BYeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-8755422711219271626?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/8755422711219271626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=8755422711219271626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8755422711219271626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/8755422711219271626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-bad-day-so-far-and-it-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-9017670269694032565</id><published>2008-11-11T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:33:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the match finished an hour and a half ago. we totally PWNED our opponents,25-2 and 25-6 or 8 i think. i am really disappointed that i didnt get to play.but i dont really care now coz there's a liverpool match later.haha. i hope torres marks his second start after his injury wif a lot of goals. life's really gettin very borin. my prepaid has finished and that means i cant msg anyone. so at night its like super borin la. i can play my psp but its gettin borin too. i didnt expect my holidays to be filled wif boredom.. but its fun in the morning when i'm usin the comp. i'll play kidnappers(facebook),listen songs,chats,occasionally upload pics and blog. and the travellin to spans(where we train volleyball) is boring too. everything's borin.i'm being consumed by boredom.boredom here, boredom there. i've jus realised how empty my life is without you&lt;/span&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/7955453383634186757-9017670269694032565?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/9017670269694032565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=9017670269694032565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/9017670269694032565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/9017670269694032565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/match-finished-hour-and-half-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7955453383634186757.post-2213282086763907639</id><published>2008-11-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:06:59.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from hate to like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holidays have started quite some time ago.Half of my holidays are plagued by volleyball trainin. At 1st i was dreadin every training;wakin up early and usin the comp till its time to leave.it was jus so hard to get my butt of the chair and out of the house. But as i went through every training,not gettin a single chance to play a match, i developed a likin for the sport i nvr played before. I realised i was improvin. My coach praised me yesterday and that immediately lifted my spirits.And here i am now sitting-chattin-bloggin-lookin forward to the match later on-ing, totally different from the Arvin at the start of the holidays.I may not be in the school team,but i noe i am a worthy reserve.Well i have learnt that just a little praise could do miracles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7955453383634186757-2213282086763907639?l=mrbeau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/feeds/2213282086763907639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7955453383634186757&amp;postID=2213282086763907639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2213282086763907639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7955453383634186757/posts/default/2213282086763907639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbeau.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-hate-to-like.html' title='from hate to like'/><author><name>MrBeau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210567435746217240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhAiHEz5ys8/SSDRDImT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6INgam9IjI/S220/DSC00366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
