<?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-37752562</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:39:47.308+08:00</updated><category term='arthur'/><category term='brandon'/><title type='text'>fahrenheit</title><subtitle type='html'>For all The people who were in 4fahrenheit 06
new layup, new posts. Cls outings and photos will most likely be posted here...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37752562.post-4394235722255620069</id><published>2008-01-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:20:35.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey!!! this blog is lik so dead... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;2 things....&lt;br /&gt;first, we having mr Kao's leaving dinner on the 9 of feb ( CHU 3 of CNY).&lt;br /&gt;at present the place is at YuKI YaKI, which is a tepanyaki, steamboat style buffet for $27.60nett. the unique point is that after u finish wif the usual stuff, u can make ice cream on the tepanyaki. anyways, it is at marina square. and of course it is at night at about 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at present the people going are...&lt;br /&gt;me, cy, ss, ivan, serene, sh, yy jasmine, xj, gh, hx, jl, shirl, kd, zx.&lt;br /&gt;if there are any people who want to go or cannot make it, pls let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Mr kao is leaving for down under on the 16 of feb.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wan to go send him off??&lt;br /&gt;pls tag at tag box pls or inform me about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah and i very sian at home now... so feel freaking free to do this kind of sai kang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-4394235722255620069?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4394235722255620069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=4394235722255620069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/4394235722255620069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/4394235722255620069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-hey-this-blog-is-lik-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-2148085189971784273</id><published>2007-08-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:17:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er... how to start...&lt;br /&gt;this is week 8 for u all jc people... 2 more weeks to holidays...&lt;br /&gt;wan to have a cls outing anot? although i guess u all mugging for ur promos.. budden should also come out relax alittle rite? wan to go anywhere anot? lik sentosa or town for a movie? pls leave ur opinions in the tag box thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-2148085189971784273?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2148085189971784273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=2148085189971784273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2148085189971784273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2148085189971784273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/08/er.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-8170071895850868862</id><published>2007-07-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:45:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class Chalet 2007:&lt;br /&gt;1. Venue              : Aloha loyang&lt;br /&gt;2. Date                 : 17-20th dec&lt;br /&gt;3. Duration          : 4d3n&lt;br /&gt;4. Cost                  : MAXIMUM $50/pax&lt;br /&gt;5. Payment          : $10/mth to the respective ICs&lt;br /&gt;6. In-charge        : HC(Shu Hui);AJ(Mun Khay);SA(Edmund);JJ(Amy);NJ(Johnathan);AC(Kang De);POLY(Forgel)&lt;br /&gt;7. Comfirmation : Please comfirm to your ICs by the end of Aug and pay a down payment of $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!!!!!CYA THERE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-8170071895850868862?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/8170071895850868862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=8170071895850868862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/8170071895850868862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/8170071895850868862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/07/class-chalet-2007-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-6327793401443222970</id><published>2007-07-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:35:02.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTICE: CHALET!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE: 17-21 DEC(5D4N)(tentative)&lt;br /&gt;PLACE: ALOHA&lt;br /&gt;COST: arnd $50(mthly payment of $10/mth..to the respective ic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-6327793401443222970?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6327793401443222970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=6327793401443222970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/6327793401443222970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/6327793401443222970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/07/notice-chalet-date-17-21.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-1763880612337227202</id><published>2007-05-23T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:26:41.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pls go to the chatbox and state the dates which you r free for claz chalet...ty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-1763880612337227202?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/1763880612337227202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=1763880612337227202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/1763880612337227202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/1763880612337227202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/05/pls-go-to-chatbox-and-state-dates-which.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-6295163149142620411</id><published>2007-04-22T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:48:32.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when yal free for claz chalet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-6295163149142620411?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6295163149142620411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=6295163149142620411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/6295163149142620411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/6295163149142620411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-yal-free-for-claz-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-2800309413857385464</id><published>2007-04-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:43:21.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come to blog again! i was told to stop treating this blog as a chatbox. so i shall write a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long long ago, in the southern province of china....ok...it was just outside acj. four ppl boarded a bus to go home. guess the bus number! its 198 lar....board le den no seat so had to stand den person A said no seat have to stand. den person B suggested to alight and take another bus cos dat person uses bus concession. den a presses the bell and person C asks, why u press the bell? den A said, cos no seat! so, person A B n D alighted to wait for another bus, 198!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den one 198 came, but it was single deck plus alot of ppl standing, so obviously, didnt take lar. den waited for the next bus again. its double deck! but guess wad, oso no seat, so no diff, A B n D still ended up standing! so waste time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this oso not considered story, but wadeva, just doing random blogging....hmm...its late. not realli though, but nitex! take care! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-2800309413857385464?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2800309413857385464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=2800309413857385464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2800309413857385464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2800309413857385464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/yox-here-i-come-to-blog-again-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-2975965680483360887</id><published>2007-04-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:35:48.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arthur'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i delete from my com le....but my hp still have leh...no worrix la....i will rmb to plan for claz chalet...plan onli hor...cannot cfm if really got...else we go online for 3d2n lor...play majong....ok lar..for your sake...i'll rmb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-2975965680483360887?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/2975965680483360887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=2975965680483360887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2975965680483360887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/2975965680483360887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol-i-delete-from-my-com-le.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-7813394097176922701</id><published>2007-04-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:52:20.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sure, meet where, what time for 4f outing -.- haha, rmb to book chalet hoh, i will be back one, brandon i thought i ask u delete le why u still got the photo, faster delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-7813394097176922701?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/7813394097176922701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=7813394097176922701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/7813394097176922701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/7813394097176922701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/sure-meet-where-what-time-for-4f-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-4280286554980843992</id><published>2007-04-15T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:45:55.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanna haf 4f claz outin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-4280286554980843992?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/4280286554980843992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=4280286554980843992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/4280286554980843992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/4280286554980843992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/wanna-haf-4f-claz-outin.html' title=''/><author><name>bRaNdOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897592363863810088</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-37752562.post-370097787920517586</id><published>2007-04-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:39:49.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax, i siad i would come and make this blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act, im just doing random typing, dun realli have much to type bout oso. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, jiayoux for jc life, and those in ac, jiayoux for ca tests. others oso can. i got gp n maths test on mon, jiayoux to me too!! hahax, ya lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously crapping lar....good nitex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-370097787920517586?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/370097787920517586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=370097787920517586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/370097787920517586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/370097787920517586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/yox-hahax-i-siad-i-would-come-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-3403208906101902833</id><published>2007-04-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:15:15.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arthur'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa lao...stop boasting la...ltr i post the pic here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-3403208906101902833?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/3403208906101902833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=3403208906101902833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/3403208906101902833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/3403208906101902833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/wa-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-5492191140854626705</id><published>2007-04-09T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:48:44.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax. cy had a great night! yep good dat u enjoyed ur night! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianx..had a crappy day today. and ya, kd slp early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-5492191140854626705?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-37752562.post-7815717259666283973</id><published>2007-04-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:12:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: hows everyone doing lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guaulan cOw is back lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night was the best night of my life, seriously, my whole life (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-7815717259666283973?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/7815717259666283973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=7815717259666283973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/7815717259666283973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/7815717259666283973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/hows-everyone-doing-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-34552338197212993</id><published>2007-04-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:49:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to update the blog here, pls get the new username and password frm kd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-34552338197212993?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/34552338197212993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=34552338197212993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/34552338197212993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/34552338197212993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-update-blog-here-pls-get-new.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-5008584064594851126</id><published>2007-04-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:49:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kd said 'its time i let u ve the guailansociety blog'. so yes, im here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax...its late, its 1050PM. its time to go slp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great chat with ps n cy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps is nice so xj is cute n cy is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax. slping time! good nitex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody, take care!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-5008584064594851126?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/5008584064594851126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=5008584064594851126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/5008584064594851126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/5008584064594851126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/04/yox-kd-said-its-time-i-let-u-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-6185414421620175772</id><published>2007-04-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:37:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally reset our blog...&lt;br /&gt;we can start blogging agn le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-6185414421620175772?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/6185414421620175772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow...one of my few time online...&lt;br /&gt;with the start of our jc term,&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everyone is doing well in their jc,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; good luck on 5TH feb...&lt;br /&gt;see u in sch:)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gl brandon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116956242204645986?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116956242204645986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116956242204645986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116956242204645986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116956242204645986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow_23.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116954264176747121</id><published>2007-01-23T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:57:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Besides the angel and devil there are still friends who regardless of the final choice will feel the same way towards you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116954264176747121?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116954264176747121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116954264176747121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116954264176747121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116954264176747121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/01/besides-angel-and-devil-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116946369374610636</id><published>2007-01-22T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:03:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you thought that the whole world had abandoned you, you were so sad that you decided to leave this world, you even booked the ticket to the underworld... Yet, before you leave, you were told that there's still someone had not given up on you yet, you were happy but then underworld ticket cannot be refunded... You knew that to give the someone false hope is a terrible business to do... yet you were so happy that finally there's someone that did not abandon you... There was a struggle of selfish and selfless... in the shape of a devil with a fork and angel with a wand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in a dilema... You dunno how to do... You dunno who will win, the angel or the devil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guailan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116946369374610636?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116946369374610636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116946369374610636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116946369374610636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116946369374610636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-you-thought-that-whole-world-had.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116920649913073095</id><published>2007-01-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:34:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was once a herd of animals which lurched in the deep forest. Many of the members of florheit are rejects from other herds of animals. This resulted in the response of many animals towards the formation of florheit.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My Gosh! You mean this florheit!! They have got Tokcock Henry and Zebra PoPo! OMG you mean...Ouch! MonKey and Nigger Cow is in it also!! WTF!!! Panda is also a member of the florheit as well?? How bout bamboo?? WOOOO!! This must be the greatest joke ever! They should be called the freakshow instead! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;There were 37 members within the florheit initially when the herd was formed.&lt;br /&gt;Till one day...... "OMG i dun wan to be in the same herd as PANDA!!! NOOOOOO!!!! THIS MUST NOT BE TRUE!!!! I SHAN"T BE IN THIS HERD! I'M OUT OF THIS HERD!" and off went    join other herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florheit thus lived in the same forest for more than 1+ year until the forest is to be cleared for development. All the animals within the forest were evacuated to another forest on malan hill. There, they find a new place for themselves where they could all call it their 2nd home. They are contained in a container and were to spend their remaining time in there till they could all leave florheit. Day after day, they moved in and out of the container, steppin on the grass to get across to the other side. However, on one fine day, it was found out that under the greatest bestest mathematical formula in the universe, to cut through grass was not accpeted. It was said that steppin on the grass would get you into deep trouble with the formula, that even when you dream.... it will become a nightmare. So they have to take the longer route instead which under the formula, was feasible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And day after day, it continued to be bored for everybody.....&lt;br /&gt;Some of the animals were out on one day when the remaining decided to play within the container. So they took a rock from somewhere and tossed it around..&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, i kick and you catch okay? Anddd here i go!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;POOOM&lt;br /&gt;The goalie failed to move faster then the ball did and the rock hit the walls of the container.&lt;br /&gt;"OOOPS!!! Its dented!!! Omg just leave it...they won't notice one la.... no much damage whatsoever..."&lt;br /&gt;And they did leaving it alone.&lt;br /&gt;However, Zebra PoPo thought otherwise.He wanted to expand the limited landspace of the container. Hence, with his fine hindlegs, he decided to give the dent a push!&lt;br /&gt;POOM! It wasn't strong enough&lt;br /&gt;POOM! He gave it another kick&lt;br /&gt;Just one last time!&lt;br /&gt;and POOM....ping....piang.....crack.....piak......the dent cracked and became a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day the hole got bigger. The florheit thought that the hole was unsightly and covered it with a piece of cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;This lasted quite a long time till one day when crab, cockle, squarehead played with another rock in class. The formula deemed it as inappropriate and started to flare. Everything was burnt by the formula and the cardboard as well. The hole was eventually discovered.&lt;br /&gt;And the florheit got themselves into quite abit of troubles that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, To the amazement of everyone! There came a new member to the florheit!!! It was found to be residing within the hole that PoPo created! It was tiny and furry. It was shy and afraid of the other animals in florheit. It hid itself behind the hole from the animals in florheit and refused to reveal itself. The new member however became hungry and needed food to curb its hunger.&lt;br /&gt;And ah ha! Some smart animals from the florheit decided to invite the member out of its residence with some delicious bread freshed from the oven. They even bought a room for it so that it need not go back into the hole which was dark and creepy. They left the food in the room so that it could get the food and stay in its new residence.&lt;br /&gt;Tick Tock Tick Tock....&lt;br /&gt;Time passed but the tiny little creature just wouldn't get out of its comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;Just when everyone wasn't looking, little creature was so hungry that it decided to just reveal itself.&lt;br /&gt;Pock!&lt;br /&gt;The door to the room was locked and the creature was stucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey whats that?? I say it must be a rat! Or maybe a mouse? HAHAHA Its mickey mouse! Or rather...its a shrew?????"&lt;br /&gt;The new member of florheit became the hottest topic within the forest. And the news that florheit had gotten itself a new member spread like wildfire, figuratively or the forest would be gone....&lt;br /&gt;Many from other herds visit florheit just to catch a glimpse of this new member.&lt;br /&gt;"OMG look its so cuuute!!!!" Some even exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the new member became the centre of attraction of many, it was realised that under Law, no unathorised animals may stay within the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Despite loving the new member so much, florheit was forced to make their new member leave the herd. After much discussion, it was decided that the shrew should go back to where it were- the nature. The shrew was hence released to the nature at the borders of the forest that the animals reside in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THATS THE END! And the florheit lived Happily Ever After.... Oops its Happily for the next few months nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lame la..... but then very sian haha. Think abit no link. Pardon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Guailan JL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116920649913073095?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116920649913073095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116920649913073095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116920649913073095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116920649913073095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-was-once-herd-of-animals-which.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116556499895680322</id><published>2006-12-08T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:09:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the deepest forest of florheit, where all the dangerous creatures lurk, there's this peaceful pond, with numberous lotus leaves on the water surface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frog came out of water surface and rested on the largest lotus leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 smaller frogs then appeared on each lotus leaf, listening attentively to what the elder frog has to say...&lt;br /&gt;"Croak... We shall have the... Croak... Croaking Contest 2 days later... Croak... please prepare yourself and get ready for it... Croak... Whether you are among the most proudful croaker of the community... Croak... or the scumbags... Croak... shall be decided through this Croaking Contest... Croak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller frogs started chatting excitedly among themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What to study ah? Croak.... For the Croaking Contest..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... the usual things loh... Croak... aya leng leng one lah Croak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others just stayed quiet by the side, indifferent to their fellow frogs' conversations and seemed very confident, immediately went home after the speech starting to study how to make the loudest, clearest and most unique Croak ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak* *Croak* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond bustled with the croaking sounds for 2 days and 2 nights...Finally the big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bom**Bom**Bom**Bom**Bom**Bom**Bom*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them gathered again...&lt;br /&gt;"Croak... finally... Croak... are you ready for the Croaking Contest? Croak..." The elder frog said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Croak... Noooo...." chanted unanimously among the smaller frogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lau, have you study already or not Croak... I very scared leh... Croak... I never study at all Croak... I left like 5 chapters of the Croaking Handbook... Croak... Die liao lah... Croak... How lah... Croak... Oie, you study liao mah... Croak..." a frog named Tasini Haaz paniclly croaking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam had started..."First up, Shaanz Antiona, let me hear your loud croaks... Croak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CROAK... CROAK..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let me hear your clear croaks... Croak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CRRRROAAAAKKK... CCCCCRRRROOOOOAAAKKK..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now let me hear your unique croaks... Croak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crikeycroak... Crikeycroak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... orginal but not skilled yet... ok you may go now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by Batty Juna, oilnice, Goon Santia and so on...Finally the exam ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waaah lau... Croak... How to do the 2nd question of the clear croak one... Croak... siiiianz... I think I minus 10 marks liao lah... Croak... Waaah...everytime my marks so low one Croak.... Only win some people by 2 or 3 points... Croak... waah, very sad now Croak..." Action Manggey cried out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waaah, this paper damn difficult right Croak... What have you said ah for the 3rd question of unique croak? Croak... I said hoocroak... Croak... dunno can or not leh... Croak... So what you said, so what you said? Croak... Can or not… Croak... I damn scared lah… Croak...” Nist Ken added on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the frogs went home with mixed feelings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hrs later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* *Bom* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Croak... Class… your exam marks have been confirmed already…” the elder frog said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO FAST…!!! Croak... Croak...Croak...” all the small frogs exclaimed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, as usual, Sinyo Hap… 99 marks…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAAAH…. Croak...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WTF? Croak... How she get so high one… Croak...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Siaoz lah… Croak... How to study till like that… Croak...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit lah… Croak... Sure die one… Croak... I forgot to add a R infront of my unique croak Croak... make it sound more complete… die liao lah… Croak... Should have also use more of my diaphragm during loud croak… Croak... Then can produce even louder sound… Croak... Waah, die liao lah… Croak…” Action Manggey claimed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have some more distinctions coming up… Batty Juna, Jalwa Swat, Action Manggey, Joey Tehban and so on…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAAH… SO TYCO SIAZ… Croak... I got distinction leh… Croak... Wth… Croak... ONLY 94 marks only… see lah… Croak... forgot to put a R infront of my unique croak… Croak... Or else I same marks as Sinyo Hap liaoz… How much you got ah Jasen Lang?” Action Manggey spoke quickly and grabbed Jasen’s script…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAAH… Croak... 88… VERY GOOD LIAO LEH… I only more than you 6 marks… Croak... this is very good liaoz!!! Why you so sad… I should be more sad lah… Croak... I got 94 only… 94 LEH… Croak... Put R infront then should be able get 96, then abit here, then there… Croak... then can 99 liao!!! Waah… Croak... Very sad lah…” He continued on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he isn’t the only frog that did that… Several other small frogs did the same thing in they own way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who really doesn’t care do not speak about it&lt;br /&gt;One who really didn’t prepare will be busy preparing and not talking&lt;br /&gt;One who really does well, will be people that make the loudest noise&lt;br /&gt;However, one who does insanely well, is oblivious to one’s surrounding…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which frog would you like to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guailan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116556499895680322?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116556499895680322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116556499895680322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116556499895680322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116556499895680322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-deepest-forest-of-florheit-where.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116555018260163533</id><published>2006-12-08T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:56:22.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KIDS IN GRADE SCHOOL THINK FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;WEBSTER: Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What sign&lt;br /&gt;WEBSTER: The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Cindy, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;CINDY: You told me to do it without using tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, how do you spell "crocodile?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: H I J K L M N O!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered North America ?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Willie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago. WILLIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Ellen, give me a sentence starting with "I."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Ellen..... Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted doing  it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Because George still had the ax in his hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Sam, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Desmond, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: A teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116555018260163533?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116555018260163533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116555018260163533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116555018260163533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116555018260163533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/12/kids-in-grade-school-think-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116532398217209722</id><published>2006-12-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:06:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since we're all so bored, I'll post some dirrrty/lame/funny stories. No truth at all.... except the last 1. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blind Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who worked in the drugstore was getting tired of watching the nervous teenager wander around the store so he asked him if he could help him. The boy stammered a little and the druggist pulled some condoms from behind the counter and asked if that was what he was looking for. The teenagers said it was. The amused man told the boy not to worry, he was sure he'd do fine. He gave him some words of encouragement, wished him luck and told him with a wink, "I'm counting on you to become a regular customer." That evening as the young man approached the door of his date's house he was thankful for the "pep-talk" the man in the drugstore had given him, his confidence quickly disappeared when he rang the bell and his date's father, the druggist, answered the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Costume Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were supposed to go to a costume party together one halloween, but when the time came to go the woman told him to go on without her, she had a terrible headache. The man reluctantly did, and the suspicious wife decided to see just how faithful her man really was. She put on a different costume and went to the party. When she got there she saw her husband dancing with a young girl in a sexy costume, even more suspicious, she decided to really put him to the test. She danced with him and whispered they should sneak into a bedroom. She insisted they leave the masks on and had sex with him, then fuming, she ran home to wait for his return. When he got there she innocently asked if he'd had fun. He told her he hadn't, after a few minutes he and some guys had went across the street to play poker, he added "The guy who borrowed my costume said he had a hell of a time, though!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple had oral sex, then sex and then started smoking on a U.K. train. The crew ignored complaints until they started smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaDeThEmOvE (HKI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116532398217209722?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116532398217209722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116532398217209722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116532398217209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116532398217209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/12/since-were-all-so-bored-ill-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116532154837237739</id><published>2006-12-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:30:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>V sian.... some random blogging&lt;br /&gt;Remember the game at prom...the one in which we have to write a story by continuing the previous sentence. 4F guys at table twenty-something have cooked up a lame story.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;In a galaxy far far away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a group of animals existed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in harmony.They are one happy family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that likes to eat and sleep together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until one day, a monster so huge that its feet could flatten the village came for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She eats bamboo shoots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she likes panda too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fishes....(ends here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather havent end yet cos there is one line still yet to be filled...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps like she is a member of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bored or rather feeling hot?&lt;br /&gt;here are some lame jokes that i found online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't cannibals eat comedians? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because they taste funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does mozart do now that he is dead? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He decomposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put bells on cows? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because their horns don't work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a mosquito and a fly? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mosquito can fly, but a fly can't mosquito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a guy falling from the 1st floor and one falling from the 17th floor?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the guy falling from the first goes, ' splat , Aaaaaaaargh " and the one from the 17th goes, " Aaaaaaargh , splat ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you squeeze an olive? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎樣讓鴨子不會飛走？　　　　　　　　　　&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;插一隻翅膀給牠（插翅難飛）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼漢子不出門？　　　　　　　　　&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;　因為 出了門就變 門外漢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一天0对8说：胖就胖嘛，还栓个腰带！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q：非洲食人族的酋长吃什么？&lt;br /&gt;A：人啊！&lt;br /&gt;Q：那有一天，酋长病了，医生告诉他要吃素，那他吃什么？&lt;br /&gt;A：吃植物人！~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~~&lt;br /&gt;By guailan JL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116532154837237739?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116532154837237739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116532154837237739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116532154837237739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116532154837237739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/12/v-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116495205582319692</id><published>2006-12-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:47:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man.. ain't life short?&lt;br /&gt;juz attended a weddin last sundae&lt;br /&gt;ad yesterdae, i juz send my cousin off for her last journey...&lt;br /&gt;n wats worse was that she's onli 14&lt;br /&gt;man.. aint life unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arthur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116495205582319692?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116495205582319692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116495205582319692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116495205582319692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116495205582319692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/12/man.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116476445039939722</id><published>2006-11-29T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:05:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are not alone in the universe. Not only are there lifeforms on other planets, the stars and other celestial objects also are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun knew liked to flaunt his glamour and magnificence to the other beings in Space. The reaction was mixed, some took advantage of the Sun’s glory, others continued to ignore him, knowing that he was completely nothing to the mortals in the living world if not for his life-giving solar energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was evident whenever an eclipse occurred. When the Sun could not provide light, every living creature, including the other stars and planets that once held him in high-esteem forgot the Sun existed, and it was only when the glorious light reemerged that the Sun once again basked in some of his expensive relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiMeToMaKeAmOvE (HKI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116476445039939722?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116476445039939722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116476445039939722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116476445039939722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116476445039939722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-are-not-alone-in-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116476361252470086</id><published>2006-11-29T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:26:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pls do not post about private lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiMeToMaKeAmOvE (HKI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116476361252470086?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116476361252470086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116476361252470086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116476361252470086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116476361252470086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/pls-do-not-post-about-private-lives-of.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116464860611814415</id><published>2006-11-28T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:19:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a dense stretch of forest within e paradise of florheit, yet another group of animals, this time masters of flight, existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of birds lived within the lush green forest including the tiniest hummingbirds (not funny/no pun intended/stop laughing) and the grandest eagles. However, 1 bird stood out with its colourful feathers, the parrot. It was colourful n attractive, getting into all sorts of relationships, sometimes at the same time. It’s willingness to lie was also a helping factor in acquiring new relations, spouting all sorts of lies--- white, flowery, blatant etc... It’s name was Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flock knew of this but time after time was deceived due to Henry’s innocent looks&lt;br /&gt;On 1 occasion, a game was organized, to be held in the sky where all the birds could easily meet. The objectives were to try n “kill” each other in order to reach the enemies base camp. The parrot enjoys e game but always turns up late citing valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;However the truth came to light when it was revealed that he always knew he would not make it or would be late yet couldn’t b bothered to tell the rest. After knowing this, the flock tried enduring Henry’s attitude but finally started a game without the parrot. Shockingly, when the parrot came he had the cheek to demand the game b restarted. The (nice or stupid is up to u) other birds succumbed to his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, during short migratory trips tgt to new forests this same parrot also could not or rather could not be bothered to follow the grp. On e rare occasion he did accompany the flock, he was sure to disappear w/o a trace into e dense canopy halfway into the journey.&lt;br /&gt;What was more there was no way of knowing when he would disappear other than pure observation skills since Henry’s bright colours mysteriously seemed to blend into e deep green of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of putting up with Henry’s mentality towards them, the flock soon grew tired n used to him n nicknamed the parrot Tokcok Henry n although e entire flock cld b seen occasionally flyin tgt, it was but an illusion... Tokcok was 1 of e individual birds which in truth flew solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiMeToMaKeAmOvE (HKI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116464860611814415?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116464860611814415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116464860611814415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464860611814415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464860611814415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-dense-stretch-of-forest-within-e.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116464785249834689</id><published>2006-11-28T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:17:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a piece of land in a faraway land of Reef Village, there was a family with 36 fairiesF. There were initially 37 but one had abandoned the &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;amily and joined the &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;roup instead as she was afraid of the BIG BULLY in class. Hence the class was left with 36. When others living in the same village saw the 36 children of the school, they called it the freakshow. Nevertheless, the 36 children( or rather 35 with...) decided to name themselves the fairytale. So they lived happily together. Since the start of this fairytale, many wished that the ending to it would be "happily ever after". However, it was against their wishes... The mother of this family was Krecikitate ( if precipitate was PPT then krecikitate would be...) She was like the sun of a beach, "shining us with rays" till one day when she filed a divorce and when for a break. Then came the Princess who took over these naughty bunch of children. The princess was too soft and was often bullied by the 36 kids. She had no choice but to sought the help of the Law Enforcer, a foreign talent whose experty lies in the english language.&lt;br /&gt;"The lesson is wasted, lala why are u late? and you even forget to bring your precious almighty EL notebook!!" The Law Enforcer would always say. This was a constant reminder for us to remember to bring our stuff. She was a powerful figure till she met her match - Forge. As his name says - Forge, he would like to pretend himself as an angmoh so that he could better communicate with the Law Enforcer. He meant that as natural but everyone else sees it as forging an accent.&lt;br /&gt;The Law Enforcer was not strong enuff to handle these mischievious kids. Hence, the princess and Law came up with the ultimate equation to solve all the problems - L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M. The mathematical equation was so powerful that every fairy was so terrified that they no longer dared to create any more troubles. She alone is ironical. She is the fiercest and most unreasonable, yet deep down all of us know that she is the best and cares the most.  Who will stay till 6pm everyday for remedial lessons. When she scolds, we hate her. Yet, when she smiles or just say "thank you" we feel like we are on cloud nine. Such powerful equation. ( A pity that rumours say that the equation will only be in use till next year...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the above 3, there still exist a strong figurehead within the fairytale. He is the highest in rank within the National Child Care Centre. Everyone calls him the Alloy. Hard as he is, he removes all his carbon atom when he sees girls ( Chem students should know the characteristics of pure metals).  He remains a hero within the hearts of the fairies till the final chapter in the fairytale due to the non- female mess porn when he is gonna go thru some practical details.&lt;br /&gt;One other character in the fairytale is Sumita Tumi. She always likes to tell the 36 children of her vision, of going to our frenly neighbour next door to teach, for it is a challenge for her as a teacher. Her theory of the angle soggs and pa- to - logy never fails to keep all 36 of them interested in her lessons. However, her ever-changing temper sometimes stunned her fairies with the sudden change in her mood.&lt;br /&gt;1/3 of the members of the fairytale goes the extra mile of studying what our ancestors have done. They got to know the Group living in the same village and saw one of their members together with mountain hat, paper goat, paper cold and spring japanese currency they all, forming a clique within the group. &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;las was good except he likes to give the fairies a surprise with his dunno-how-to-answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;A Ng Geo Khoon exists within the fairytale but is always overlooked by all 36 of them. A boy of middle and salty however takes note of her presence and likes to spite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(very tired liao... feel like sleeping...mayb can continue next time ba...or someone else can continue...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, the fairies graduated as they take their GCE Odinary (Wizarding) Level, and proceeding one to higher levels. They have got 3 choices... its either they go for the advanced course, or POLYmorph themselves or rather Its The End....&lt;br /&gt;The fairytale ends here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some tries to continue to add in more chapters to the fairytale while others would just say " the fairytale has ended, u can stop dreaming le..."&lt;br /&gt;Which catergory do you fall in?&lt;br /&gt;By Guai lan JL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116464785249834689?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116464785249834689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116464785249834689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464785249834689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464785249834689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/fairytale-on-piece-of-land-in-faraway.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116464393366816449</id><published>2006-11-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:12:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... previous 2 posts of &lt;animal&gt; are excellent I must say xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good works guys, hope to hear more stories =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116464393366816449?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116464393366816449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116464393366816449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464393366816449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116464393366816449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116463375043293372</id><published>2006-11-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:26:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me share another story tat is common the world our guailan cOw likes to call "The florheit"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yr 3XXX in "The florheit"...technology has advanced such tat when u enter the world u can c tat now every monkey in tis world r wearin watches...mayb its due to their sense of "punctuality" hmm...tis comes wif a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006 in "The florheit"...nobody had ever heard of a watch...all they relied on for accuracy of time was the gigantic clock tower in River Valley Animal World(RVAW) tat could b seen millions of miles away... The grp of monkeys livin in "The florheit" had always used the clock tower for reference to time for meetings n outings bcos the clock was believed to b the most accurate time in the area...One fine day...these monkeys decided to meet n gather bananas together for dinner at 63g.m. the next day accordin to the clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the followin day...indeed at the appointed destination stood all the monkeys...all xcept 1...but the gro failed to notice his absence so they started to harvest their dinner at once...ard 5mins later the LATE monkey came...mLA sTE...however despite the short delay of his arrival...mla ste had missed out the golden chance to get food as by tis time almost all the bananas were gone...the others saw the pitiful mla ste n decided to forgive him some even gave him a few bananas to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they sat down to dinner wif mla ste...they saw somethin shining on his wrist... he was wearin a gadget tat showed the same pic on the clock tower...all the monkeys were amazed by tis n some realised tat the time on his wrist is ever-changing so its nvr the same wif the clock tower...but every1 failed to observe tat no matter how the time changes the time will nvr ever b faster or earlier than the time on the clock tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the famous sayin goes...monkey c monkey do...soon every monkey in "The florheit" had the gadget n they dicided to name it a WATCH!!!(wahhaha) although mla ste didnt invent tis watch...he sure did start a trend tat would go on for the next hundreds n thousands of yrs to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the monkeys had gotten the watches...their activities still had a fixed time to meet...only now they would not reach the destination like b4 at the same time bcos the time on all of their watches is nvr the same n will probably nvr be again...for mla ste he is still the most unbelivable record-holder for the watch as the time shown on his watch is always the slowest among the monkeys as the others often wonder how he manages to maintain tis high lvl of watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in yr 3XXX in "The florheit"...all the monkeys xcept the crazy few would bother to look at the long forgotten clock tower as they r so obessed wif their new watches tat they would only follow the time of their own watches...even for the crazy 1s...once in awhile they would oso prefer to follow their own watches rather than the clock tower as they sometimes get tired of always being the 1st to wait for every1 else...n so tis is the story n reason y everytime the monkeys meet now they will nvr b followin the time on the clock tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by GuaiLan SS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116463375043293372?l=guailansociety.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-37752562.post-116463332972404254</id><published>2006-11-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:15:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this might be a confession of somekind....&lt;br /&gt;there used to be this pair of wolves... they were good friends. they hunted together they played together. basically they were friends. as time passes, they would eventually have to join the main pack of wolves. both of them were equally fit and could hunt jus as well, hence both of them had an equal chance of joining the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day one of the wolves(named: forge) went hunting out alone. jus so happened that the main pack of wolves met the other of the pair (named: gary).&lt;br /&gt;"hey!"&lt;br /&gt;"wad cha doing out alone?"&lt;br /&gt;"you wanna join pack?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay..."&lt;br /&gt;"meet you back here in 2 days time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pack of wolves left.... forge came back and found the scent of the wolf pack on gary...&lt;br /&gt;"were they here jus now??"&lt;br /&gt;"ya"&lt;br /&gt;"they asked if i wanted to join the pack"&lt;br /&gt;"could i join too??"&lt;br /&gt;"not sure leh. they coming back in two days"&lt;br /&gt;"okay... you introduce me to them hor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days passed.&lt;br /&gt;the wolf pack came back to find the two young wolves waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;"who's the new guy??" the leader of the pack asked...&lt;br /&gt;"he's forge... a friend... we both wan to join the pack"&lt;br /&gt;"er... that's not possible... we can only accept one... we will test to see who is better.."&lt;br /&gt;"both of you go and hunt me a deer... the faster one wins.."&lt;br /&gt;both forge and gary went off. two hours passed and gary and forge returned...&lt;br /&gt;gary was wounded as he had stepped into a hunter's trap. he returned limping... while forge return wif a young doe...&lt;br /&gt;needless to say forge was chosen over gary to join the pack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this situation was forge really supposed to join the pack? is there any honour in this? forge gave up his friendship for the pack....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116463332972404254?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116463332972404254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116463332972404254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116463332972404254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116463332972404254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-might-be-confession-of-somekind.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116455475804983910</id><published>2006-11-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:25:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodycow.ebloggy.com/"&gt;http://moodycow.ebloggy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its ok to say here bah, because its not as if guailan society is frequent regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guailan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116455475804983910?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116455475804983910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116455475804983910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116455475804983910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116455475804983910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-blog-httpmoodycow.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116447772368113676</id><published>2006-11-26T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:02:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The florheit" has many ponds suitable for the group of flamingoes to rest their feet or to simply just slack around and eat some insects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's this rising problem... The water level of the this particular pond that all the flamingoes like to rest in is dropping fast, though still sustainable for a few more weeks but it would be best for the flamingoes to look for other ponds to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they came together to discuss what they are going to do in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, where we go now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno leh, I anything one..."&lt;br /&gt;" How about the pond in the East with the turtles family one, think very long never eat turtle meat liao, let's go there..."&lt;br /&gt;"Dun wan lah, turtle meat so blend, let's go eat ladybird on the West pond lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wah Lau, dun like that lah, go the South side one, warmer..."&lt;br /&gt;"sianz, you all decide liao tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Fck lah, you also help to decide leh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah lah, only know how to say anything..."&lt;br /&gt;"wth? Everytime you all also cannot come to a common decision, what can I do, very du lanz can?"&lt;br /&gt;"You think we not du lanz ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@^#$^&amp;##^&amp;amp;#@$&amp;$%^@#%&amp;amp;$%^%^#%&amp;%^%#^@*#*&amp;amp;$#^%^@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okok... let's come to a common decision, stay in this pond... On or not?"&lt;br /&gt;"ok..."&lt;br /&gt;"sure..."&lt;br /&gt;"yea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flamingoes continued stayed in the pond, whenever they brought the topic of moving to other ponds, another round of squabbling occurs and they could never come to a common decision, they just continued to stay in their pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the pond dried up, the flamingoes met up again to discuss where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, this is urgent, let's decide now..."&lt;br /&gt;"Aya, so sianz, everytime also cannot come to a decision, you all decide liao tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lau so go where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heee, I tell you ah, the other day I was just eating shellfish that i picked up, waah damn shiok..."&lt;br /&gt;"huh... really ah, wah lan, never call me... next time must call me leh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAN COME BACK HERE? DISCUSS WHERE TO GO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhhh, ok loh discuss lah... dunnid shout right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waah, i miss those days manz, can still eat seaweeds in ponds..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah loh yah loh, got so many flavours... next time go eat lah, on ah, on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FFFFFFFCK... COME BACK HERE LAH... WTH..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#^*^#*^#&amp;#%^*#&amp;amp;^$&amp;%^%&amp;amp;%$^*%$&amp;^#&amp;amp;#*#^&amp;^%#%^#^#$&amp;amp;#^$*^#&amp;amp;$^#$^$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman A:"Come here, look what i found!"&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman B:"OMG, one whole flock of flamingoes here... They looked dead to me..."&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman A:"Yea, they dehydrated..."&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman B:"What the... flamingoes also can dehydrate, what a joke..."&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman A:" HAHA, yah lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? Well i guess that always happen in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guailan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116447772368113676?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116447772368113676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116447772368113676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116447772368113676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116447772368113676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/florheit-has-many-ponds-suitable-for.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116445029542540134</id><published>2006-11-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:57:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fter readin cy's post of the "actual" version of the animal farm...im inspired to write some of the version tat i got to noe of from 1 of the animal on the Animal Farm...benjamin the donkey...yes u didnt c wrongly...im tokin abt the ap antisocial but seemingly v wise n proud donkey...so tis story will b rather depressing n pessimistic considerin ben's unlikable character...tis pov is rather familiar for me actually cos i can fully understand his feelings...let me xplain to u all abit abt ben...u may find him rather stupid n really unlikably ap in orWELL's protrayal of him but tats jus orWELL's attempt to cr8 a xtreme character in his story...actually despite ben's lack of interaction wif the rest of the animals...he still had a strong n deep frenship wif boxer...probably u might think tats jus a v special xception...but actually mayb its bcos boxer was the only 1 who he was actually able to hav somethin in common wif...the followin version or pov of ben may jus xplain to u abit abt him...&lt;br /&gt;the story started as every1 is familiar wif...jones was dominatin n mistreatin the animals blah blah...for ben...he saw tis farmer in the farm as every1 else did...a fat greedy person who was jus too digustin n unable to blend in wif the animals as they jus couldnt take his unxhaustible appetite...so when tis big fat thorn was removed from the farm...the animals were overjoyed includin ben who despite his lack of xpression of joy...was delighted wif his departure from the grp as he did not hav to c tis unbearable sight...of cos jones came n interupted the animals on other ocassions after the rebellion but ben n the rest jus tried to avoid him as much as they could...&lt;br /&gt;jus when ben tot things were gettin better for the farm n was preparin to come out of his antisocial behaviour...wif his sharp observations n deep tot...he noticed things tat were unspotted by the others...the rise of the pigs in the farm was jus like a mirror of jones' reign of terror in the farm...bcos of his lack of communication skills he was unable to show clearly to the rest abt the phenomenon...so all he could do was jus keep quiet n b indifferent after the rebellion n skeptical abt the pigs' plans as he had now given up hope of a better n lively farm...he saw tat of the pigs many were takin after the unlikables of jones...there were some pigs who joined the other humans betrayin the animals n others who jus could not correct their own bad habits n grew distant from the majority animals of the farm...tis made the farm seem v dim n hopeless to ben as he could no longer hope for a united n bonded farm...n his protrayal of his dislike of the farm only made the animals' impression of ben worse...mayb tat was wat was on ben's mind but he still harbour the hope for true frens as he continued his long-lastin frenship wif boxer...as u all noe the endin was sad boxer died n ben was left to face the dark farm...&lt;br /&gt;tis is jus a pov of ben towards the events occurin in the story of Animal Farm...prehaps after readin tis version of the story...u could empathise ben n some of the other antisocial characters in ur own lives...&lt;br /&gt;by ss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116445029542540134?l=guailansociety.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-37752562.post-116438914167789996</id><published>2006-11-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:25:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;JUST DISCOVERED THIS BLOG. LOLX.&lt;br /&gt;duno how everyone will lk lyk during prom. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MUST TAKE LOTSA PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116438914167789996?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116438914167789996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116438914167789996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116438914167789996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116438914167789996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116438855382229578</id><published>2006-11-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:39:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, enough introduction, now's the time to post what guailan-er post - guailan things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that Animal Farm is true? How about this, I will be giving you real life account of the story behind Animal Farm, the original script, the original idea, not some crapz about pigs, horses, sheep and other animals, but a detailed and interesting story. Nope, it does not come from that particular famous author, OH WELL... it came from me... Of course this isn't gonna be a complete story, other guailan people that can access to this blog can fill me in because I guess all of us are very familiar with this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the vast grassland of Africa, there's this paradise for different animals not known to any human beings yet. Nobody knows what it is supposed to be called, but people gave it a popular nickname name as 'The Florheit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lives a pride of lions, this is absolutely strange and weird because usually in a pride, there's only 1 lion accompanied by many other lioness, however, in this particular pride of lions, it does not have a single lioness in it. Nobody knows why, its just a phenomenon and scientists explain that this is probably because this pride of lions share a common interest- hunting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this chapter of story sets in 2xxx year xx/xx. This is this lion named jazo wik who occasionally spend his time with the pride while the rest of time, he usually disappears without a trace. The rest of the members wonder, where he could be in all those times? No one knows until one fine day, one of the lion saw jazo wik secretly walked away while the rest of the pride were slacking around on one fine patch of grassland. He tailed him and he could not believe his eyes, he saw jazo wik with a group of hyenas, he was mimicking the devilish laughter of the hyenas and seemed on really good terms with them. The next day, the news spread among the pride and every single lion in the pride knows the story and some exaggerated it, "yea, he was with the hyenas killing our own kinds!", "fcking betrayer, cannot trust him...", "wtf, traitor of pride, he should be damned forever..." were the most common statements made within the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, jazo wik did not seem to mind very much, he continued to stay with the group of hyenas and seemed to be totally unaffected by what the pride feels about him. He got bolder and just could not be bothered by the pride, he later on then ate with the hyenas, hunt with the hyenas and slp with the hyenas... One dreadful day, a terrible drought occured, the group of hyenas suffered from dehydration and starvation, they were on the brink of death... jazo wik left them and came back to the grassland where the pride lives as the drought did not affect that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you here, leave at once, we do not welcome you..." one of the lion shouted&lt;br /&gt;Several other lions too shouted different things all at one time, some defended him while some critisized him.&lt;br /&gt;"SILENCE, he may have left us but he is still part of the pride, he is granted to stay here." The chief head lion cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the drought was gone and the areas previously affected by the drought recovered and reinstated to its former glorious days. Then everything was back to normal except one thing, the lions discovered that jazo wik had disappeared, the pride was worried and they search everywhere for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEHEHEHEHE..." a devilish laugh echoed across the plains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lions looked from him to hyenas, and from hyenas to him, and from him to hyenas again; but already it was impossible to say which was which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited&lt;br /&gt;forgot put name&lt;br /&gt;guailan cOw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116438855382229578?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116438855382229578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116438855382229578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116438855382229578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116438855382229578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-enough-introduction-nows-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116430151538857546</id><published>2006-11-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:05:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arthur a.k.a brandon&lt;br /&gt;yeah....&lt;br /&gt;i have a blog...&lt;br /&gt;http://arthur-nkd.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116430151538857546?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116430151538857546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116430151538857546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116430151538857546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116430151538857546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/arthur.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116429668030095616</id><published>2006-11-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:44:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yEah...&lt;br /&gt;fOrth to bE here&lt;br /&gt;wOOtz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116429668030095616?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116429668030095616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;dunno if i shld come n blog in a cls blog here...cos my feelings towards the cls rite now is not v de gd...feel like alienatin myself...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm ok the 1st sad post...BY ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116420772322094780?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116420772322094780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116420772322094780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116420772322094780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116420772322094780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/ss-dunno-if-i-shld-come-n-blog-in-cls.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116420716573093253</id><published>2006-11-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:58:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea 2nd to be here!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol... jinliang was here.... now holiday v sian... working + slacking + sleeping + playing = schedule of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Prom approaching soon dunno what to wear... someone can advice??&lt;br /&gt;How about PAE as well??&lt;br /&gt;eh and when post pls identify urselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116420716573093253?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/feeds/116420716573093253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37752562&amp;postID=116420716573093253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116420716573093253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37752562/posts/default/116420716573093253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guailansociety.blogspot.com/2006/11/yea-2nd-to-be-here-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>guailan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12166900682963169468</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-37752562.post-116420657802591795</id><published>2006-11-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:46:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done, this shall be the first post written by me, cy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This account is created by JL and idea orginally came from dunno who, but nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it will be visited more often and 4F people you all can always post a new post or put your comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37752562-116420657802591795?l=guailansociety.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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