<?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-144600925712758219</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:35:12.973+08:00</updated><category term='illness'/><category term='Despair'/><category term='animals'/><category term='yelling'/><category term='Kaito Kid'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Yu Kanda'/><category term='earth'/><category term='the Lamb of God'/><category term='screaming'/><category term='hamsters'/><category term='Shinichi'/><category term='rejected'/><category term='boys'/><category term='colours'/><category term='obstacles'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='art'/><category term='immersion trip'/><category term='hell'/><category term='today'/><category term='Detective Conan'/><category term='betrayal'/><category term='relax'/><category term='zodiac'/><category term='hope'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='shame'/><category term='embarrassment'/><category term='immunisation shots'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='fish bone???'/><category term='hates'/><category term='Lenalee'/><category term='girls'/><category term='comeback'/><category term='class'/><category term='mum'/><category term='cow'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Book'/><category term='sister'/><category term='fruit basket'/><category term='Allen Walker'/><category term='talent'/><category term='lust'/><category term='cyber bullying'/><category term='sin'/><category term='boundless'/><category term='cramp'/><category term='2C'/><category term='dejected'/><category term='Beowulf'/><category term='afraid'/><category term='Ray Winstone'/><category term='aims'/><category term='exams'/><category term='God'/><category term='success'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='medical sciences'/><category term='shock'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Angelia Jolie'/><category term='Creation'/><category term='school'/><category term='dog'/><category term='families'/><category term='betrayers'/><category term='Noah&apos;s family'/><category term='emily'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='movie'/><category term='boring'/><category term='Life'/><category term='photo'/><category term='problems'/><category term='hate.'/><category term='discover'/><category term='JVSS'/><category term='Road Camelot'/><category term='anger management'/><category term='ngjingli'/><category term='D.Gray Man'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='anime'/><category term='failure'/><category term='cat'/><category term='love'/><category term='detectives'/><category term='Earl Time'/><category term='Lavi'/><category term='Ran'/><title type='text'>--- Evil Jinglebells ---</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my personal blog. There is views about some movies, my own writes, descriptions about other anime shows. But basically, have a good view around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1671220672159014251</id><published>2010-03-03T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:26:20.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I am now in the abyss of Japanese anime!!!</title><content type='html'>As a Singaporean, I have a crazy love for Japanese Animation, which young people know as &lt;em&gt;anime&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Currently, I've seen over 50 animes/manga and its reaching 70. Tsubasa, Holicxxx, Murder Princess, Zatch Bell, Kaichou wa Maido sama, Vampire Knight, Detective Conan, D.Gray-Man, Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn!, Monochrome Factor... Well, I will never finish if i go on this way, but the main idea is that I've watched/read alot since...since the past(i don't know when! &gt;.&lt;), hence i might be the only girl in my class who've watched so many Japan Animation, not the only one, for there's one guy in my class who also absorbed far more animation than me. Far awesome, but i don't talk to him about such topics before, because i like to enwrap myself in my own pleasures, not talk about them with boys, who i distinctly don't mix around or socialise with much(a bit discrimination?) because around my age, boys this age is immature creatures, hence i only discussed these topics among my girl-friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love Japanese things. I'm like the Japanese freak here. I like Japanese language, because the kanji with all the hiragana and romanji looks very very cool. And their language is also easy to express feelings too, unlike english. And then. i like Japanese sushi rice, because... because they're nice(I don't know how to describe it, its too wonderful). And then, and then, haha i just had alot! The only thing i don't like about Japan is the political matters and security matters over there. I mean, for every country i know, political matters must be the most boring one of all. I don't really prefer to hear about Liberal Democratic Party or something like that, you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1671220672159014251?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1671220672159014251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1671220672159014251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1671220672159014251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1671220672159014251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-i-am-now-in-abyss-of-japanese-anime.html' title='OMG I am now in the abyss of Japanese anime!!!'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6044587993843204081</id><published>2010-03-02T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:06:10.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blogskin...?</title><content type='html'>I get people who asked me about my blogskins time to time, but its just that i could not find a favourable blogskin to me yet, and then, i could not do one up for myself, hence, its stuck in this blogskin, because i am hesitating. I mean, yeah, blogskins in blogskins.com looks nice, but i don't really prefer to have all of my blog in one side of the internet window, you know, and most of the blogs' skins have their blog area situated on one side. If not, the blog area will be so small, i strain to see the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6044587993843204081?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6044587993843204081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6044587993843204081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6044587993843204081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6044587993843204081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-blogskin.html' title='My blogskin...?'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-8370882491615153216</id><published>2010-03-01T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:22:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I've seen enough</title><content type='html'>The sceneries never changing. Tiring. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;The usual monotonous steps to take. Stifling.&lt;br /&gt;The heavy load to take. Weary.&lt;br /&gt;The numerous, masses of equations and information to remember. Straining.&lt;br /&gt;The repeating, never-changing cycle of life in school. Stressing. Way tiring.&lt;br /&gt;The prospect of the future. Unpredictable. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is like that, do people wonder how we survive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-8370882491615153216?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/8370882491615153216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=8370882491615153216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8370882491615153216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8370882491615153216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-ive-seen-enough.html' title='When I&apos;ve seen enough'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-4335749599426610218</id><published>2010-02-25T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:02:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>I am scared of a lot of things. People said i looked like i wasn't scared of anything. I am scared of things that is within the human level of understanding, but of course when i said scared, i do not mean of the mundane fear of lizards, cockroaches, flies, so on. I mean the mentality and spiritual fear.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of my Dad's safety, when he is out driving his car to work in the morning and God knows whether he's safe.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of my future. The blurry and uncertain road i see infront of me always changes whenever someone drops in more ideas of education advancement.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of death. The feeling of pain and endless sleep is somehow incomprehensive to my brain. I fear sudden deaths too. It could be very sudden.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of life. Living is horrible and painful. I struggle with myself and God, I have to live on with people i dislike in a forced environment. I have to struggle staying alive through the endless torture studies gave me.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of people. I fear the ever-changing emotions humans have as humans. I fear their way og judging people, i fear their discrimination against my behaviour. I fear their mocking faces too.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of losing myself. In this society, where standard of living in Singapore is high, i am scared of losing my host personality, when i get blinded by the worldly things that i admit, i still hold on to fondly.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of being scared. The fear makes me feel small and weak, all the more afraid of stepping out of my conscious. Being scared, touchy, uncertain, makes me feel afraid of almost my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I am a scaredy-cat in some sense. All my confusion, fears and uncertainties i try to hide behind a mask of nonchalance and 'serenity'. But is it really fine like this? When all the people around me are panicking, moaning after each failure, i chose to remain silent even after mine. Is it okay for me to be like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-4335749599426610218?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/4335749599426610218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=4335749599426610218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4335749599426610218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4335749599426610218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-2945115069831864662</id><published>2009-11-07T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:30:35.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update- School Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-2945115069831864662?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/2945115069831864662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=2945115069831864662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2945115069831864662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2945115069831864662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-school-holidays.html' title='Update- School Holidays'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1116878825736333464</id><published>2009-07-01T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:22:34.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Hey, I'm back...</title><content type='html'>I've not been blogging for a long while. But for some time i would come back and type a little. I really missed my blog!!! But i feel grateful towards my family, friends and God who always made my day. Thank you all very much for such support and love given to me lately. And in addition, i want to thank any viewers that had the chance to visit my blog and read it. Sorry for the long and boring texts, but thanks for enduring! I hope you could give me some tips and comments but thank you again for your patronage...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1116878825736333464?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1116878825736333464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1116878825736333464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1116878825736333464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1116878825736333464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-3122940945306642939</id><published>2009-04-13T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:32:08.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Life in confusion and...well, confusion</title><content type='html'>Life sometimes is just a passage of time to me somehow... And then it can sometimes looked so depressing too. But i am not satisfied. Never. But since i met Jesus, things took a quite noticeable turn. I realized while i played Lunia and other self-satisfying games or i watched videos and laughed my heart out, i still get empty emotionally, though i literally enjoyed everything online.&lt;br /&gt;I am confused at first. Isn't this what i would love? I mean, playing and watching, to my own content... But i started to feel happy and knowed of something when i am in worship of God. I also found something then. That i can't find happiness in anything of worldly value. Internet, malls, relationships, shows... No, i was never fully SATISFIED.&lt;br /&gt;But i have enjoyed the sin of enjoying world values. And the Word has told me never to conform to the world. I would not say that "then i stayed hopeless and knew that i am condemned" or such words like that. For i know that He is always there when i need Him and forgives me when i am in sorrow of my sin.&lt;br /&gt;I hope anyone who reads this could know that i did not purposely wrote this to condemn anyone of such actions. But mainly purely for Christian read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-3122940945306642939?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/3122940945306642939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=3122940945306642939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3122940945306642939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3122940945306642939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-in-confusion-andwell-confusion.html' title='Life in confusion and...well, confusion'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-3660778502192591378</id><published>2009-04-07T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:13:12.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, its just that my life don't have a title...</title><content type='html'>I hate days like this. When i have to perform in Chinese Orchestra halfway through my amaths for the lower secondary people. I have to learn more about identities in maths. Cos there's another kind of equation in amaths that i think i'll have problem with was not done explanation. I had to leave after 15 mins of amaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-3660778502192591378?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/3660778502192591378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=3660778502192591378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3660778502192591378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3660778502192591378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-its-just-that-my-life-dont-have.html' title='Look, its just that my life don&apos;t have a title...'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7745112923931696866</id><published>2009-03-30T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:29:46.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I cursed silently as i walked, or should i say drag myself to school this morning. The teachers in JVS must have no eyes or ears to see or hear, for I am dragging a supposedly exceeded 3kg bag to the tremendously far (to me now) building.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily by the end of the ordeal i survived to the door(blessfully, it was open...) or else my collarbones will bend under pressure... =.=lll but i have to say thks a lot to those people who opened the door before my arrival (i know i sound like i'm travelling...), its hard work trying to wake up in the morning. Another thing when you have to lug one huge load of mass to the distance-challenged school.&lt;br /&gt;I think i did not eat breakfast or what, cos i started to become dizzy at the start of the day. Its not a good sign, for i have a bio practical later, and i don't hope to have diastase all over my lab table. And the expression on Ms Ooi's face later is NOT going to be funny unlike what others with Samuel's personality thinks. Its not helping when i keep stealing glances at him either. My heart aches the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Bio practical. Whoa awesome, "yippee". I did not mess up, even with the dizziness and cloudy lens of the stupid googles i HAVE to put on. I spilled a bit of boiled diastase halfway (through my test-tube), but i wiped it away before Ms Ooi's eagle eyes caught the puddle.&lt;br /&gt;I read Midnight Sun online while Mr Kwang tries to ask us to complete one paper on some boring Northern Ireland conflict paper. I am really really excited about this new book cos its Edward we're reading on. Not the human Bella's version of Twilight. Then Mother Tongue. Mdm Zhou did not come today, but I don't want to catch a cold after a direct freezing from the air-con in the computer lab so i sat at the back corner of the classroom, cooling down.&lt;br /&gt;Xinni thought i was crazy to feel cold after the air-con. She don't know. I talked to her through out the whole lesson, eyeing him sometimes across the room. Though we are not a pair, it bothered me somehow that he was &lt;em&gt;flirting &lt;/em&gt;with the girls from my class and his own. If i have a bit more courage and wild cells, i would have said, "Playboy" in his face. But i can't bear to do it. For i know him(or i think i do).&lt;br /&gt;Xinni could sense my pain and silence while she was talking to me(i didn't make much conversation. I was staring at him), so she kept quiet. She never liked a boy before, so i couldn't tell how much ache my heart goes through when i see him that happy. That day on Valentine make my heart's pain stronger. But i didn't cry. Cos i want to be strong on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this to "complain" my day to the "world wide web". I wrote it because i need a medium more relieving than paper to jot my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my class seating plan changes. Me and Vanessa remained situated at the original position. The only human factors that will affect me is (1)Willy and Jason is situated nearer to our place. Wow things are getting even livelier than i thought. (2) Uzair is at the back of the class. I guess where he is situated doesn't affect his voice volume in the whole room. (3) Gabriel is now sitting at the back of my class. Where has the days of joking and hole-punching papers gone???&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stay in the canteen after i see him in that place. Xinni tells me he flirts too in DnT. I tried not to get that in my head. But i just thought, if he knew that his effects on me is so drastic, what would he do? Its a question i know the answer to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7745112923931696866?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7745112923931696866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7745112923931696866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7745112923931696866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7745112923931696866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-484324472187449276</id><published>2009-03-11T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:20:04.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despair'/><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I am often going through the same life cycle everyday. Its really eating me mentally out. I am also losing faith in Father, for life just goes on and on like a bicycle wheel and its not like I will go into some adventure like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory, so life just goes on, and soon I was dragged behind, trying to catch up with my own life.&lt;br /&gt;But I found "I" drifting away, my once powerful mental control over my conscious slowly slipped away. I started to have my old habits back, like addicting to my handphone games, when i do that lesser than the number of James Bond movies in the past. But since then, my life account was a total bore.&lt;br /&gt;Except if you find reading chinese books for a change from english books is very exciting, yeah, it could be counted as excitment, if no, then you should probably think of a blank background. For thats how exciting my life is now to me. I felt very sorry towards Father, for I did not do His Will, and I still dare to claim myself as His child.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I knew I sinned, but I still wanted to repent. I hope that life in times of despair would brighten up under His guidance, for He is the Light in the Darkness, the Path that leads the lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-484324472187449276?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/484324472187449276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=484324472187449276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/484324472187449276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/484324472187449276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6603328710929484600</id><published>2009-03-10T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:02:30.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lamb of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Someone who wants to love everyone</title><content type='html'>I met this Man in September last year. He was a Man beyond description, and he wants to love the world. He told me a lot of it before that. He told me that he was born in a manger, and that His Mother was a virgin, but with His Father's spirit. He then told me, with a pained voice, that His Father was very miserable when Lucifer decided to betray Him. And now Lucifer also decided to destroy His Father's Son, which is Him. I was listening in silence, for i do not know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Man continued to tell His story to me. He told me that He was growing up in Nazareth, though He was borned in Bethehelm, the time when the Star rose out to lighten the skies. In Nazareth, He said that there were some of children that treated Him like a freak that seems to "know everything" and did not want to get near Him. But there were also children that liked to be with Him and kept playing games to accompany Him, so He was happy. Then as He grew up, He told me that He worked as a carpenter at first.&lt;br /&gt;His mortal father Joseph died later, after teaching Him the skills needed as a carpenter. He was very sad, for He loved Joseph alot, even if Joseph was not His actual Father. After a while, He said, He went to visit John, His cousin, whom He heard has been baptizing people of all races and nationalities. He was very excited and happy, for His cousin had been living in deserts ever since, till then did He knew of John's work.&lt;br /&gt;As He came near John, He heard someone asked John, "Are you the Messiah?" *(Messiah means 'Christ'). The Man felt something rousing within Himself when He heard Messiah, but He listened for John's response. John declined the title, saying, "I am not the Messiah. I am the "voice in the desert, calling for people's repentance, for the Day is near,"John continued."Yet there is someone here whose sandals I am not worthy to untie, whose body i am not worthy to baptize."&lt;br /&gt;That time, He told me, He stepped out to ask John to baptise Him. To His very surprise, John refused with awe and said,"No! I must ask You to baptise me!" By this very sentence everyone were looking at Him in wonder. But He said firmly, "No, I want &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;to baptise me, to fulfill what it says in the Scripture." Therefore, John baptized Him. And then He got more excited at this part, for He tell me, that He was filled with His Father's Spirit and was like never before! The skies opened up, and His Father could be heard claiming, "This is the Son i loved."&lt;br /&gt;The Man then told me that He went to a desert far away from John and the rest to escape the crowds. At this point of the story, I could feel His anger at Lucifer, for in the desert Lucifer came in the form of Satan, the serpent. Satan tempted Him to show to the world now that He was The Messiah that Israel had waited for so long ever since David. The Man then told Him back severely that He wouldn't want a crowd of people who would faked to believed or a kingdom that was not His.&lt;br /&gt;After the encounter, the Man told me that He had made up His mind after that to change the world like how His Father intended Him to. I was full of admiration, for He was very intend on doing His Father's Will. Then the Man looked at me with love in His eyes and said,"Dear child, I'll never leave you, nor will I forsake you, for I loved you and will be with you, even to the end of the age. I broke down that time, asking Him for forgiveness of my previous sins against Him and cried even more when He said He'll forgive me, gently.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at this Man of God whom now looked at me lovingly and forgave my mistakes ever so mercifully, I thanked His Father for sending Him down. For wanting our love back, He'll preach and preach the Word of Love over and over to everyone who would listen, He'll endure nobody mocking His Father's Temple, He'll dare to touch the sick and diseased to heal them, He would let Judas betray Him to the High Priest in Jerusalem, He'll gladly be persecuted for the sake of His Father, He'll also go to the Cross and be crucified to take away the world's sins, and most importantly of all, He'll die for us willingly to take away our sins and when His Father told Him to.&lt;br /&gt;Who is this Man i'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it could be no other than Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6603328710929484600?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6603328710929484600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6603328710929484600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6603328710929484600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6603328710929484600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-who-wants-to-love-everyone.html' title='Someone who wants to love everyone'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-5742468258891371341</id><published>2009-03-03T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:10:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression days</title><content type='html'>I have depression these days... I don't know why but somehow it looks like i'm forcing myself to smile in the faces of my friends. I am not faking expressions or feelings. Yes, i feel genuinely happy when they are but somehow some emotion or matter of mine just stop me from smiling warmly from my heart. It is somehow soem private matter of my own? I am not really sure. Somehow, always, I always started dwelling on the topic of life itself. Not that i hate death or what...but just my own meaning of life. I have dreams, goals, ambitions any normal typical human have. But i think i lack something. That is why i still want to live on and accomplish my goals when all i can do is die and live under 6m of soil, away from the sinful lives of the world? When i got to this, I was so confused that probably i will feel like giving up and wander alone somewhere. Not everywhere in this world or my surroundings look as much welcoming than my bed at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-5742468258891371341?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/5742468258891371341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=5742468258891371341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5742468258891371341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5742468258891371341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/03/depression-days.html' title='Depression days'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-8879953854739405634</id><published>2009-03-02T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:39:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Entry</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog for so loonnggg... Recently, i've been hooked (intentionally) on Stephanie Meyer's saga series. Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. I'm a bit retarded in the sense of scouting for good fantasy stories... to be honest =.=lll but this is the new year 2009 and as i say new, several different things changed for me this year too. Firstly, I have new cousins:) they are a couple of very angelic-like and cute children. Only that i can't talk to them yet. They are not yet in that stage, as you can guess when i say angels, only i did not say baby angels... Haha:x. Secondly, i have this baptism lessons i'm gonna take this year definitely:) Baptism comes with a lot of choices and decisions and a sound mind to follow Christ with a strong resolve. Ok, i know i'm boring people here too...&lt;br /&gt;I also have new aims for a new year everytime. Not like getting slim or trying out something sporty now. Or rather i would say, a bit more towards the academic side. I'll like to say that i want to work harder than slack like siao last year. That year, was the most craziest one cos i don't study serious, and therefore i end up studying feverishly thru out the few days before exam.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who would at least come and read at my boring entries so far. You would've realized that i have written more last year than this. Partly because i have now lesser time on my hands, partly on my laziness... zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-8879953854739405634?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/8879953854739405634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=8879953854739405634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8879953854739405634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8879953854739405634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-entry.html' title='Update Entry'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-965314829432723433</id><published>2008-09-13T15:38:00.073+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:58:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family&amp;Relatives at a trip to the ZOO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuO-HCWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZR36HCGKouw/s1600-h/P6250421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245443388695016258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuO-HCWc0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZR36HCGKouw/s400/P6250421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the singapore zoo the sunday before&lt;br /&gt;the last which is on 9 September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;&lt;this&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hahahahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;We bought the tickets and went in. The ticketing area changed a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuOGz2ppJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/a6MeXjODieM/s1600-h/P6250424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245442438652863634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuOGz2ppJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/a6MeXjODieM/s400/P6250424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;posing&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuNyKCg6RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RN75fasPZ1c/s1600-h/P6250425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245442083830950162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuNyKCg6RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RN75fasPZ1c/s400/P6250425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first photo i took. A terrapin(or tortoise)!!! This is the nearest scene i could take without blurring the picture... I guess resting out of water is fun and IN the water is NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuNYF9yLPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Z1pGACXN-Es/s1600-h/P6250426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245441636060769522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuNYF9yLPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Z1pGACXN-Es/s400/P6250426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another tortoise(: This is better than the last for i could see its head clearly poking out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuM-FXWTeI/AAAAAAAAAME/K-_HBO6klNs/s1600-h/P6250427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245441189222960610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuM-FXWTeI/AAAAAAAAAME/K-_HBO6klNs/s400/P6250427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chipanzees. Agility is a good thing huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuMajgxoXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/649FblOHsQI/s1600-h/P6250428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245440578840273266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuMajgxoXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/649FblOHsQI/s400/P6250428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A family of otters resting together in the sun. Its kind of family love!? I couldn't forget how Grandmother was so grossed out by the smell over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuMDkgP3wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DibLRq4oeLM/s1600-h/P6250429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245440183969505026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuMDkgP3wI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DibLRq4oeLM/s400/P6250429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white tiger of Singapore!!! He keep strolling here and there, growling a little every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It continued even when we're leaving the zoo... (=.=lll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLxIIpYHI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y2rbAoBwexE/s1600-h/P6250432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245439867116675186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLxIIpYHI/AAAAAAAAALs/Y2rbAoBwexE/s400/P6250432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tortoise with all the funny spines... I think its frowning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLgQ1DNPI/AAAAAAAAALk/NDuxQynVrdU/s1600-h/P6250437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245439577392624882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLgQ1DNPI/AAAAAAAAALk/NDuxQynVrdU/s400/P6250437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i can't name the animal i came across for i forgotten their names...&lt;br /&gt;How about this photo? With the close view, its better... Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLDFGVa5I/AAAAAAAAALc/qdWanIIxo7g/s1600-h/P6250438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245439076027689874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuLDFGVa5I/AAAAAAAAALc/qdWanIIxo7g/s400/P6250438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elin and QiLi saw this bird pass out a white faeces. I was so grossed out by their claims that i couldn't concentrate on the food i am eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuKvoOyHiI/AAAAAAAAALU/GHXgBennfmU/s1600-h/P6250439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245438741860982306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuKvoOyHiI/AAAAAAAAALU/GHXgBennfmU/s400/P6250439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the young offspring picking off fleas and ticks from its elder... Family scenes rock the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuKe4JI4DI/AAAAAAAAALM/uj2nmPTWfOI/s1600-h/P6250443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245438454074499122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuKe4JI4DI/AAAAAAAAALM/uj2nmPTWfOI/s400/P6250443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peacock. This one had gone as near as my shoe. I didn't notice, but my sister pointed it out. I think its curious and hungry for my carrot cake(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245438025261029474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuKF6sCmGI/AAAAAAAAALE/lSX7ucrZX0M/s400/P6250448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family of baboons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuJ2mgn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4TgL4JxEXZI/s1600-h/P6250449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245437762146393490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuJ2mgn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4TgL4JxEXZI/s400/P6250449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young baboon was eating a root/branch from one plant (i just don't know from which one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuJEdcl63I/AAAAAAAAAKs/4zi4gjSxjyA/s1600-h/P6250452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245436900720110450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuJEdcl63I/AAAAAAAAAKs/4zi4gjSxjyA/s400/P6250452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large tortoise!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuIuDH9P9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/a1yFgBeK3GU/s1600-h/P6250454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245436515697115090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuIuDH9P9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/a1yFgBeK3GU/s400/P6250454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuISwbhRTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LdCwCPrsDw8/s1600-h/P6250455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245436046822425906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuISwbhRTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/LdCwCPrsDw8/s400/P6250455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is HuiNi on her horse ride.I didn't managed to get a clear picture:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuGuhOvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/DBZfBUW4qFY/s1600-h/P6250457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245434324755366834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuGuhOvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/DBZfBUW4qFY/s400/P6250457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QiLi on her horse ride. Despite our requests, she's slouching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuFvqprQpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8r2uzxfl7vo/s1600-h/P6250459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245433244952511122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuFvqprQpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8r2uzxfl7vo/s400/P6250459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elin looked excited yet scared '.' hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuFbAZdzgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T1QhJw_vGt8/s1600-h/P6250461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245432890012847618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuFbAZdzgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T1QhJw_vGt8/s400/P6250461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another photo failure. Too blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuBzS1CZjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bp6MJIdQox4/s1600-h/P6250463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245428909230679602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuBzS1CZjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bp6MJIdQox4/s400/P6250463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuBRB5xF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wVGGd6lCn8E/s1600-h/P6250464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245428320571561810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuBRB5xF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wVGGd6lCn8E/s400/P6250464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuAp_rlE2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/bsTEbtiznR8/s1600-h/P6250465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245427649960285026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMuAp_rlE2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/bsTEbtiznR8/s400/P6250465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_9RPQSRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xIxCid_vx3k/s1600-h/P6250467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426881579206930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_9RPQSRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xIxCid_vx3k/s400/P6250467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_PLPWYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EXaRUOVmOak/s1600-h/P6250468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426089695011138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_PLPWYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EXaRUOVmOak/s400/P6250468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_AE0EwNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h5J-t2ZBgAA/s1600-h/P6250469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245425830271959250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt_AE0EwNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h5J-t2ZBgAA/s400/P6250469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-vqFq7xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/b_6ETr6k7eo/s1600-h/P6250470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245425548220100370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-vqFq7xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/b_6ETr6k7eo/s400/P6250470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-eBs0cuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pvuY3qv5tdQ/s1600-h/P6250471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245425245320671970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-eBs0cuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pvuY3qv5tdQ/s400/P6250471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-ElTHTRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wxeBmq9S6nM/s1600-h/P6250472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245424808199933202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt-ElTHTRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wxeBmq9S6nM/s400/P6250472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt93HR6gtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4nsFFDo6cWc/s1600-h/P6250473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245424576803537618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt93HR6gtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4nsFFDo6cWc/s400/P6250473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMt84cm927I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzNMAcBQl7E/s1600-h/P6250475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245423500197223346" style="FLOAT: left; 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After a long long absence...</title><content type='html'>I am finally here! I never updated my blog for who-knows-how-long. But then, i did go through a lot since then and i have a lot to tell. I have to tell you people that i've had about 99.9% chance of converting into a Christian. Thats because my aunt introduced Jesus to my family. Even my mum's overwhelmed by the sudden decision. And thats not funny. Or mocking as well. But it is due to belief. I've read the Bible when i was Primary 6 and grew up in a kindergarden-cum-church since i was small. And i couldn't help believing in it from since i know about Him. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's another thing. I have problems in my cca. Which is not good to me. I have to endure the blunt remarks made by some of my cca's male population. That's why i am transfering to chinese orchestra. I am stubborn in that point and even mdm ng can't do anything. I prefer life in the CO cos the people there are better-tempered, get along well with me and such. people may say it's because of my own altitude. i may agree, but then i am not staying in that manner for long. I am learning as well from my church friends, and i will make decisions that i won't regret forever.&lt;br /&gt;I start to be self-conscious of my actions' consequences. Even today, i realised i did talked back to my sister. And i admit i am at fault. I want to use my own methods to teach my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are finally coming for me... I've been trying hard at paying attention in class, and have been doing my best in my studies. 先苦后甜(First bitter then sweet)is what my relatives and parents are always trying to preach me. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to work harder!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-5576435130180350568?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/5576435130180350568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=5576435130180350568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5576435130180350568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5576435130180350568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-came-back-after-long-long-absence.html' title='I came back!!! After a long long absence...'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-2323047492688593251</id><published>2008-05-22T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:59:18.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>A life with no apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SDUWUhWEUQI/AAAAAAAAADg/L6ol1JxRMAU/s1600-h/2c%2708+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203089486300598530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SDUWUhWEUQI/AAAAAAAAADg/L6ol1JxRMAU/s400/2c%2708+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the back of the tee shirt:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SDUVfhWEUOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p5kJWjTda_o/s1600-h/2c%2708+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203088575767531746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SDUVfhWEUOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p5kJWjTda_o/s400/2c%2708+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the front of the tee shirt:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we got our class tees!! &gt;__&lt; We've been waiting for 1 year to get it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a sex education talk today. Though people says that its no use, there's nobody that cares, things like that. I acted like its not a big deal, but i am also worried about such consequences nowadays. Its not like i have a steady at this time of the year, but then, there are temptations from the outside world. I want to stay single. Single till the right man comes.                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to work even harder this end of year. I need to improve my MT, english, maths, science. Though my maths look like its quite stable now, but i need to improve it further on. No play play anymore. I want to take up even harder Art, Pure Science and Maths, POA and lots. Even if i can't be a doctor, at least, i  can be someone like a business woman or artist or something. &lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-2323047492688593251?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/2323047492688593251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=2323047492688593251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2323047492688593251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2323047492688593251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-with-no-apologies.html' title='A life with no apologies'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SDUWUhWEUQI/AAAAAAAAADg/L6ol1JxRMAU/s72-c/2c%2708+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6183621412332160288</id><published>2008-05-22T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:38:31.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Pure Excitement</title><content type='html'>Love waits.&lt;br /&gt;Lust wants.&lt;br /&gt;Love can't wait to give what is true and honourable.&lt;br /&gt;Lust just can't wait to take.&lt;br /&gt;Love mends.&lt;br /&gt;Lust hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Love is secure.&lt;br /&gt;Lust is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Love lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Lust ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6183621412332160288?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6183621412332160288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6183621412332160288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6183621412332160288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6183621412332160288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/pure-excitement.html' title='Pure Excitement'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-79243991778628649</id><published>2008-05-21T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:42:58.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was no class lessons for the whole school period. There's only one music dunno-whats-it-for test, and the rest is really FREE. Then, straight after the recess period, we have the People Mastery Workshop. Though the trainer there is quite funny, i admit i thought the whole workshop was boring and worthless. I mean, &lt;em&gt;these &lt;/em&gt;kind of workshops barely transfer a single word into the worthless brain dome i have, and i thinks its a waste of time and resources. I can't even rest and read Xinni's new brought comics T.T&lt;br /&gt;Today was SO SO SO boring that i can't even think carefully. Just hope that tomorrow and the day after wouldn't be that worse. I don't want to spend another day in the dance studio for these kind of programs. For the aircon at least. The country''s getting hotter. Man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-79243991778628649?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/79243991778628649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=79243991778628649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/79243991778628649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/79243991778628649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-was-no-class-lessons-for-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-741328400354923983</id><published>2008-05-20T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:35:55.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results are finally out! My maths passed with a swift 73, and my Art a big 81~ The other subs beside my failed Geo and my unknown Literature, was a pass as well. Well, to have my maths that high the first time i entered JVS was an accomplishment for me. I expect my dad will be happy. Today i did nothing but read comics while i waited for my papers. Haha~ its not what you think, i was quite nervous as well. I think Inuyasha is getting quite interesting. While i waited for the next D.Gray Man episode on Youtube, I think i will spend my time temporarily on other anime episodes... Muahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-741328400354923983?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/741328400354923983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=741328400354923983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/741328400354923983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/741328400354923983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/results-are-finally-out-my-maths-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-9022587243488342904</id><published>2008-05-17T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:09:57.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had to go to school at 3.30am in the morning to catch the shuttle bus to the airport. Its going to be quite a big sleepy process...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recommended books:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The Chocolate Lover's Club's Diet by Carole Matthews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The Trouble With Marriage by Debby Holt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though i don't why i read these books but the contents was quite funny. And it puts you thinking about the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, Xinni lent me book 38~45. I wish i could get a ton of it from her!!! She's okay with lending, but i don't think she has the moving space for it. I think Jac's not going to be happy about the positions of people in the hotel rooms when we're in China. Xinni and I are sharing one room together but Jac's sharing it with somebody else and she doesn't like it. I'm feeling bad man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-9022587243488342904?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/9022587243488342904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=9022587243488342904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9022587243488342904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9022587243488342904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-to-go-to-school-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-9060700774647125065</id><published>2008-05-16T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:37:23.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now listening to "Gekidou" on Youtube while surfing Y8 at the same time:) D.Gray Man's quite nice. The story is just fabulous to let someone like me get addicted!! Yay, episode 83 is out! Just nice! Tonight 11pm is episode 83, but to watch it before its broadcast is fab. Oh anyway, my Maths paper one scored 46/50 whereas my Homecon scored 83/100. Homecon can't count. It added to the practical test score anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-9060700774647125065?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/9060700774647125065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=9060700774647125065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9060700774647125065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9060700774647125065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-now-listening-to-gekidou-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-2865470977956114118</id><published>2008-05-15T08:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:38:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay... Finally online le. I just got my friend's songs online woohoo!! now, i think i will try downloading maple. there's a long time stretch between the last time i've played and the last time i am online. Which is NOW. Oops. I'm busy. Type more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-2865470977956114118?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/2865470977956114118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=2865470977956114118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2865470977956114118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2865470977956114118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-163922012519336138</id><published>2008-05-15T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:40:55.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah~ So early today... Basically, our school has the Home-based Learning program. It means we got to study online at home. Its for national emergencies. Had i said this before? Now, i'm waiting for 8am. We're supposed to wait for that time. To log in to where the lessons are gonna start. So sian... My sister failed her maths. My parents are in a bad mood. Haiz... Why do things for her always end up like this? And i have no confidence to pass my maths either. I think paper 1 was most likely to pass. But i can't say the same for paper 2. The last question was damn hard. 8am still not coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-163922012519336138?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/163922012519336138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=163922012519336138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/163922012519336138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/163922012519336138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-so-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6361242098095606260</id><published>2008-05-14T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:56:49.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish bone???'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't worry about the recent post... My sister isn't leaving yesterday. But she learnt a lesson anyway. Continuing from that night, I swallowed a fish bone by careless mistake, and unfortunately, to my face and everything, it got stuck there. Don't worry. i got it fixed yesterday 10.31 pm in the NUH. Then what am i about to say today? Oh yeah i changed the blogskin of this blog to what you are now looking at. The creator says its quite petite. I don't know what to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6361242098095606260?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6361242098095606260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6361242098095606260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6361242098095606260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6361242098095606260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-worry-about-recent-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-8377486654558489554</id><published>2008-05-13T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:28:47.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yess!! Finally! My last paper ends today. And from here till end of june, there will be a exam-guiltfree me! I don't need to worry about the next subject that is going to be tested the next day. Then there's going to be holidays, where i will read, watch manga or anime the whole day off! Though i got to admit worrying about the results will take place, but HAHA! No way man! Who cares? I'm going Guangdong after all!!! My sister had to go and ruin my mum's mood today. She promised she would never touch or bring home any hamsters her friends offered. But according to what my mum says, her friend took two of the three hamsters, leaving my sister with one and no cage. My sister got guts. She bought a $20 hamster cage(and by the price, its pretty big), and stuff hamster, cage and all into her locker. Her teacher Mdm Hia found out, and told her to bring it home. But unfortunately, the hamster-in-the-locker secret was busted, and now my mum knows. Thats the bad thing. For 1 hour ago, my mum was packing my sister's 1-day clothes into my sister's bag, intending to tell my sis to scoot out of the house. I can't do anything as a big sister, cos what my sister did was wrong, and to stop my mum from punishing her means that i agreed with what my siblings had done. My sister's still in school, and she's oblivious to what mum is going to pour on her. But i think she would regret coming home. What she expected is going to be what she unexpected. Oh boy, this is going to be bad. Very bad. I will type next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-8377486654558489554?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/8377486654558489554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=8377486654558489554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8377486654558489554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8377486654558489554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/yess-finally-my-last-paper-ends-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-4164046317130828890</id><published>2008-05-12T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:01:40.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detectives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shinichi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaito Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detective Conan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ran'/><title type='text'>Detective Conan by Gosho Aoyama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCkgkR3H7sI/AAAAAAAAADI/z5k5dO2tFhc/s1600-h/dc4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199723052417937090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCkgkR3H7sI/AAAAAAAAADI/z5k5dO2tFhc/s400/dc4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The series depicts the cases of a young private detective who was inadvertently turned into a prepubescent boy by a certain criminal organization. Even with his body shrunk, he continues to solve many cases and is struggling to solve the mysteries of the criminal organization responsible in order to return to his normal body.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The story starts by introducing 17-year old (initially 16 years in the manga) high school student Kudo Shinichi who is a genius savant, and his childhood friend and crush, Mouri Ran. Shinichi treats Ran to a trip to a theme park named "Tropical Land" and encounters a roller coaster murder case. After easily solving the case and showing off his detective skills, he notices two mysterious men wearing black. Telling Ran to go home, he tracked the men to a meeting place and witnesses an illegal deal. However, one of the men in black (known only as Gin) notices him and knocks him out. Instead of directly killing him, the two men in black give him an untested experimental poison named Apotoxin-4869 (APTX4869), which was supposed to not only kill Shinichi, but also leave no traces of poison in Shinichi's body. However, Shinichi wakes to find himself alive and shrunken to a six-year-old Shinichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the advice of Proffessor Hiroshi Agasa, Shinichi hides his real identity, lest the men in black find out that he is alive. When Ran asks for his name, Shinichi spots books by Arthur Conan Doyle and Edogawa Rampo and comes up with the name "Conan Edogawa". Agasa says that "Conan" is a relative of his, but that he is too busy to take care of a young child, and suggests that Conan go to live with Ran, and both Conan and Ran agrees. Conan feels that by living with a detective, he may be able to amass clues that would lead him to the people who poisoned him.&lt;br /&gt;However, Ran's father, Mouri Kogoro is an inept detective and Conan always solves mysteries in his stead, while he gets the credit. As Conan appears to be just a boy, police do not pay any attention to him. Conan instead uses Detective Kogoro by putting him to sleep with an "anesthesia gun-watch" and pretending to be Kogoro by using a voice changer disguised as a bow tie. These gadgets and more are made by Dr. Agasa.&lt;br /&gt;To maintain his cover, Conan goes to Teitan Elementary School and has made friends with three children at the school, Genta Kojima, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, Ayumi Yoshida who formed the self-styled "Junior Detective League". Although Conan feels profoundly self conscious playing with them given his true age, the foursome have numerous adventures of their own and the trio have proved capable assistants to the detective for their age.&lt;br /&gt;Shinichi was able to find out that Gin was working for a huge international crime syndicate, known as the Black Organization. In addition to Gin, other major members and operatives of the Black Organization that appear later in the story include his partner Vodka, Vermouth, Kir, Chianti, Korn, and a mysterious "boss" who has only been mentioned so far. Shinichi also meets the inventor of the APTX4869 and former member of the organization, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Shiho Miyano" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiho_Miyano"&gt;Shiho Miyano&lt;/a&gt; (codename "Sherry" within the black organization), who was also turned into a child after she took her own drug in order to escape the organization. She later lives with Dr. Agasa under her new alias, Ai Haibara.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the series, Shinichi meets with his parents, Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko, along with Heiji Hattori, a rival detective from Osaka who later becomes his good friend, and Heiji's childhood playmate, Kazuha Toyama. Another recurring character is the gentleman thief known as the Phantom Thief Kid (Kaito Kid). Aside from the Black Organization members, he is the only person that Conan seems unable to catch, and neither realize that they are both after the same bad guys for different reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-4164046317130828890?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/4164046317130828890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=4164046317130828890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4164046317130828890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4164046317130828890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/detective-conan-by-gosho-aoyama.html' title='Detective Conan by Gosho Aoyama'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCkgkR3H7sI/AAAAAAAAADI/z5k5dO2tFhc/s72-c/dc4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7338066606507144620</id><published>2008-05-12T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:57:54.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cramp'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the art paper. At least my main four subjects are over, so i will be able to log in as much as i like. As hard as i tried, i succeeded in handling in a decent-looking and finished art piece by the time the period was up. I don't know whether my second graphic design will make the mark though its unique and meaningful in my own eyes. Its called The Ignorance, named by me. I just hope the examiner could find it just as special and probably pass me. All this work cramp me hands, you know. I exert my hand to the limit, coloring like i never colored before. A big joke... Man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7338066606507144620?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7338066606507144620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7338066606507144620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7338066606507144620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7338066606507144620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-art-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6862805044070546970</id><published>2008-05-11T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:44:44.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ngjingli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaHbB3H7qI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLNtR4xsTnQ/s1600-h/me!!!1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198991718271676066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaHbB3H7qI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLNtR4xsTnQ/s400/me!!!1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is damn ugly sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaGzq_GGjI/AAAAAAAAACo/uYnoxbD_2DE/s1600-h/ME+AND+QILI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198991042116196914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaGzq_GGjI/AAAAAAAAACo/uYnoxbD_2DE/s400/ME+AND+QILI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats me and QiLi!!! Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaGna_GGiI/AAAAAAAAACg/8LFV_LVIRkA/s1600-h/ngjingli1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198990831662799394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaGna_GGiI/AAAAAAAAACg/8LFV_LVIRkA/s400/ngjingli1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha... Yes, thats me!&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i am the kind of people who like the pretty photos of ownself de... Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6862805044070546970?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6862805044070546970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6862805044070546970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6862805044070546970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6862805044070546970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-this-is-damn-ugly-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SCaHbB3H7qI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLNtR4xsTnQ/s72-c/me!!!1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7633876118658903208</id><published>2008-05-11T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:39:03.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunisation shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immersion trip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i am particularly excited in the oncoming trip this late may. Its overseas, and if i say i can't be bothered, i might be lying. On 26(or 27) of May, i am due to Guangdong, China. Its school-organised, so i get to go with Xinni and Jacqi. I think its great on that day, for i am going out overseas with my two best buds and only us alone(not without other students and teachers). I can't stop saying this, but its going to be GREATLY AFFECTING. The bad side is, the immunisation shots and all that shit. I just came from a visit to the doctor and from a bird flu immunisation shot. Its okay, but i was told to come back next Wednesday for another kind of shot. I think i can tolerate that, yeah. I will write type the next time i think i got things to say. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7633876118658903208?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7633876118658903208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7633876118658903208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7633876118658903208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7633876118658903208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-am-particularly-excited-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1113683715132582207</id><published>2008-05-05T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:53:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The school announced about the programme they are going to set this 15 May. Its for national emergencies "in case"s. And that's going to be fun. I mean, whats more nicer than logging in at 7.15 on the computer in the comforts of my own home? Then, surely, Gabriel, others, guys, will surely be online at that time. Fun chatting. er. lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1113683715132582207?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1113683715132582207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1113683715132582207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1113683715132582207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1113683715132582207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/school-announced-about-programme-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6750682330168731454</id><published>2008-05-02T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:52:36.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams, the Mid-years are here. Today is my first paper. Waa... I get cold feet the whole time i think about my future papers that are coming. But then the good thing of exams is that they let you go home straight after the paper to &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;&lt;&lt;what kind of rest i'm thinking about??? Right now, what i want to do is go to sleep. Okay, EL revision next! Whaa---aaat??? thats all???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6750682330168731454?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6750682330168731454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6750682330168731454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6750682330168731454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6750682330168731454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-mid-years-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1009836969760611946</id><published>2008-04-22T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:54:12.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to school with the same usual tired state every weekday that i expected when i head down the familiar road to the nearby bus stop. I don't usually yawn in the mornings, because for some strange reason, i will feel emotionally perky and doesn't feel the slightest bit of giving way to Tireness. But as i typed this, i must confess. I did yawn this morning. And that wasn't a good sign. It meant that i am getting WAY out of my sleeping time schedule. Tireness leads to boredom and which made me realise that i am not paying any attention in class. While Mr Ng rants on and on about maths equations, i was there pressing away idly on my Sony Ericsson k770i handphone. While Mdm Nuraida was trying to tell us more on Narrative writing, i was staring at my nails. While Mdm Seah is going through our chinese assessment book, i was swearing under my breath. Don't tell me to repeat what i said. Some things are to be kept PRIVATE. This shows that my concentration and will to do things are failing before my own eyes. JUST when MYE is days away. Single digits. I mean the days. I gotta rest for a while. I want to watch D.Gray-Man online. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1009836969760611946?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1009836969760611946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1009836969760611946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1009836969760611946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1009836969760611946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-went-to-school-with-same-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6296164303326017065</id><published>2008-04-18T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:11:05.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>What's your favourite colour?</title><content type='html'>What's your favourite colour? Me? Well, i love cool ones when i am sad, miserable, or just mind at peace. I love hot ones when i am bored, happy, excited or enthusiathic. I love black when i feel like i need somewhere to do my own things. I love white when i feel that Earth is a wonderful place. Any colours that i love changes with the mood i'm in, and how my surroundings change. But then, i believe, the true colours is in everyone. When people smile, you may think its the beautiful things on Earth. That may even make up for the colours you're missing that day. Well, you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6296164303326017065?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6296164303326017065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6296164303326017065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6296164303326017065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6296164303326017065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-your-favourite-colour.html' title='What&apos;s your favourite colour?'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7716950408559525381</id><published>2008-04-15T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:45:55.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JVSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2C'/><title type='text'>A new friend but a new enemy</title><content type='html'>(any names are replaced by their initials for their privacy)&lt;br /&gt;I was happy V was on our side today. We had our usual groupings, but R had quitted coming to the I&amp;amp;E enrichment for the second time, J &amp;amp; me just can't wait another time any longer. We spoke to Ms Ag and she helped us cancel R's name off the list. Then, i started noticing V is not smiling like she used to in TI's group. They are totally absorbed in their own discussions. Even if its not, i rarely saw her smiling together with P and TI today. J suggested we pull V over, as we had one seat empty and we can't afford any of the teachers forcing R back here. V was happy for it. And for that mere agreement, TI had picked up a fuss. She said she doesn't want R either. But then that was for her to solve. Meanwhile, I think i saw V smiling. I liked V's smiling face. It lures me to smile together as well. I just hoped things would not be tough for V, for just by that single "betrayal", TI's going to hate her forever, and then TI's not going to let her off that easily. Tales of V this and that may be invented. But then, I'm sure, V can overcome all these. After all, she's happy. And she found a new bunch of reliable friends. A, JW, St, Jq, Xn and hopefully me would be able to be with her. And she's not the kind to bow down and cry if TI is likely to stab her emotionally. She may, but still, best of luck for V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7716950408559525381?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7716950408559525381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7716950408559525381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7716950408559525381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7716950408559525381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-friend-but-new-enemy.html' title='A new friend but a new enemy'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-8897750819002489431</id><published>2008-03-24T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:49:56.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah&apos;s family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earl Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Camelot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allen Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenalee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yu Kanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.Gray Man'/><title type='text'>D.Gray Man Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R-eHJtCez_I/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm2GCBNycI/s1600-h/dgm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181258497091620850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R-eHJtCez_I/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm2GCBNycI/s400/dgm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of D.Gray-man takes place on a fictional Earth at the end of the 19th century. The plot mostly centers around &lt;a title="Allen Walker" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Walker"&gt;Allen Walker&lt;/a&gt;, a young boy who is a member of &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members"&gt;The Black Order&lt;/a&gt;; a secretive organization whose members are known as Exorcists. The Order's primary mission is to stop &lt;a title="List of followers of the Earl of Millennium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_followers_of_the_Earl_of_Millennium#The_Millennium_Earl"&gt;The Millennium Earl&lt;/a&gt;, an ancient being who intends to 'cleanse' the world by destroying all life on it.&lt;br /&gt;Exorcists are specially chosen humans who are gifted with the ability to control and use Innocence, a divine substance created in ages past to combat the Earl. According to the Order's history, at the end of The Great Flood, 109 fragments of Innocence were scattered around the world. Once an Innocence fragment is matched to its compatible user, it can become a weapon or tool for the user to wield in the battle against the Earl.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the story, Allen is introduced to more Exorcists, including &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members#Yuu_Kanda"&gt;Yu Kanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members#Lenalee_Lee"&gt;Lenalee Lee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members#Lavi"&gt;Lavi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members#Miranda_Lotto"&gt;Miranda Lotto&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="List of Black Order members" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Black_Order_members#Arystar_Krory"&gt;Arystar Krory&lt;/a&gt;. Assisting Allen and the Exorcists is a team of scientists and handlers led by Komui Lee, a Supervisor of the Black Order and Lenalee's older brother. Allen's master and mentor is the enigmatic Cross Marian, one of the five Exorcist Generals of the Black Order, who at the beginning of the story has mysteriously disappeared. In the course of completing their missions, Allen and his fellow Exorcists are introduced to the other Generals: Kevin Yeegar, Froi Tiedoll (Or Froi Theodore depending on translation), Cloud Nine, and Winters Sokaro.&lt;br /&gt;The Millennium Earl is aided in his plans by The Noah Clan, humans who are direct descendants of Noah himself. Each member of this clan is gifted with great power and each represents a different 'aspect' of Noah. They are identified by their gray skin and line of cross-shaped markings on their foreheads. As the story progresses, the members of the clan are revealed: Road Kamelot (The Dreams of Noah), Tyki Mikk (The Pleasures of Noah), Jasdero and Debitto - Jasdebi (The Bonds of Noah), Skin Boric (The Wrath of Noah), and Lulubell (The Lust of Noah).&lt;br /&gt;The Earl also utilizes an army of demonic creatures called Akuma to do his bidding. Akuma are created by taking advantage of someone's grief over the death of a loved one. The Earl tricks individuals into bringing their loved one back to life through a skeletal 'doll,' only to have that doll kill them and turn them into an Akuma with the soul of the dead loved one trapped inside. Akuma are able to evolve and with each new level grow more intelligent, powerful, and sadistic. Since Akuma can impersonate humans to blend in with people, Exorcists are routinely assigned to track down and eliminate them. Allen is the only exorcist able to actually see past an Akuma's disguise. This is due to his 'cursed' left eye which grants him both the ability to 'sense' when an Akuma is nearby as well as see the imprisoned soul within the Akuma's body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-8897750819002489431?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/8897750819002489431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=8897750819002489431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8897750819002489431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8897750819002489431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/03/dgray-man-intro.html' title='D.Gray Man Intro'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R-eHJtCez_I/AAAAAAAAACY/0gm2GCBNycI/s72-c/dgm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1650403036722876952</id><published>2008-03-19T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:38:02.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz... School... Hate or Like?</title><content type='html'>No idea. Until now i am not yet sure of whether i hate it or like it. But people came to school just to learn things. Well, you can't agree more. Today Jacqi never came to school. Not like i cared for her, its like &lt;em&gt;neutral. &lt;/em&gt;Get it? Everybody in my class thought i am Jac's best bud. Er. NO. We are just people who stuck together just because of similiar likes and dislikes, ideas etc etc. Wait. This is just pre-post. More coming up next time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1650403036722876952?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1650403036722876952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1650403036722876952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1650403036722876952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1650403036722876952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/03/haiz-school-hate-or-like.html' title='Haiz... School... Hate or Like?'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7984951473018318171</id><published>2008-03-19T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:19:12.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyber bullying'/><title type='text'>How EXACTLY does cyber bullying affects you and what EXACTLY is it.</title><content type='html'>If the first thing you see on a website is your name in somebody's bad plot of a blog, what would you do? Scam him/her? There are many actions that could be taken, but just how you do it. I had seen a blog of someone in my class who nicked me as JL Devil, but this is a situation where i felt that there's nothing to it. Besides, i got better things to do, like watch D.Gray Man on Youtube than read someone calling me a vocal bully! Haizz... In other people's case, if you really bully or did something bad, having it told on the net fairly, you don't have much a choice. If the 'deed' is for real and intentional, you can't escape from whatever it says. What if she/he exaggerates on the hurt he/she takes from your 'bullying'? Just ignore the blog post. If things get worse, like horrible gossips behind your back, its time to report to either your parents or your teachers(any one also can, not all). Things will change probably. This is cyber bullying post. Coz i had gone through lots of this kind of things and its probaby time to help. Comment if you got any problems... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7984951473018318171?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7984951473018318171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7984951473018318171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7984951473018318171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7984951473018318171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-exactly-does-cyber-bullying-affects.html' title='How EXACTLY does cyber bullying affects you and what EXACTLY is it.'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-707776210380590816</id><published>2008-03-17T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:00:56.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>What i really, really hate</title><content type='html'>I have a few problems this days. Really mind-boggling problems. Firstly, Emily has a lot of friend probs. Recent bust is that her so called friend, Xin Hui had listed her as MY HATES in her(Xin Hui) blog. Must be Emily's altitude problems, but i don't know until this big thing happens. Did i put backstabbers in my hate section??? I must have. Secondly, I really hate menses. Today i stained my skirt again the second time. I must be quite an expert if i can dodge searching looks when i stayed back for the shooting programme, remaining till 6pm. Its not a secrecy thing to talk about menses. Mature guys would not flinch like this. Girls, well they know about this kind of matters. Thirdly, D.Gray man. I was shocked that Arts Central had already showed till episode 74. And I am still at miserable 18. Oh man. Gotta go. I need to go for a heritage tour tomorrow. Not sure whether i will be killed there or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-707776210380590816?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/707776210380590816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=707776210380590816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/707776210380590816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/707776210380590816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-really-really-hate.html' title='What i really, really hate'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-253117684430949854</id><published>2008-01-23T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:19:58.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dejected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obstacles'/><title type='text'>Why wait for the future before you decide your very own?</title><content type='html'>I have a few aims and goals. Basically, i wanted them badly too. You will know that i am quite stubborn too. But then, the most depressing thing i had heard is: "I don't know. I think i will see first. Anyway, why are you asking? See if people can get in unversity then ask me. Its too early." Now, when you are secondary two, i think these words are temporary useless. For you'll have to select subjects in order to go to secondary three. I don't think there's many people who just look into the teacher's eyes and say, "I don't know what subject you are talking." Right? You have to decide what kind of subjects to take in order to be learned in the skills your future job is going to have. Thats me. I have a very good foresight, and i don't want to sink down to Normal Tech or Acad or something even worse. I don't feel good when i see people of my age go down one level and had to redo the year again. It just make me feel that i have been lucky not to be left behind. It gives you the creeps that some people don't feel it and can still smile when they are scolded. Live with the shame should be what they think. But living with the shame and being retained doesn't change the fact that you are lost behind! Its like a fashion that had taken a city by storm, but only to be left behind years later. Besides feeling bad, people always tend to be feeling watsed or useless. The thing is, they continue! Rather than let others know there's someone capable around them, they let dejection and rejection take control. Then they would play a fool in front of the teachers. Whats the use? I am already a piece of useless ornament. Ready for discardment. &lt;--- That may be what people often think. Life is not full of anticipation and there's always things that block your way. You must have obstacles. Or you will never learn. Weak-willed people are often like this. For me, I wanted to excel in medical sciences. I want to learn to be a doctor. Because i have a sister who has a problem whith one of her organs, i want to prevent that to anyone else. Hence, I will start from here. I don't want any suffering. I must DISCOVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-253117684430949854?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/253117684430949854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=253117684430949854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/253117684430949854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/253117684430949854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-wait-for-future-before-you-decide.html' title='Why wait for the future before you decide your very own?'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1380185723405996307</id><published>2008-01-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:04:17.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yelling'/><title type='text'>School stands for SICK COMES HOME OLEY OLEY LIBERATY!!!</title><content type='html'>Aaarrrggghhh i hate schooooooooollllllllllllllllllll......but den no choice de... :(&lt;br /&gt;everyday go school is 67% okays to miie but den i still get unhappy a while. I want to strive and become a doctor when i GRADUATE OUT OF THIS DAMN EDUCATION SYSTEM den will be FREE 4EVA... YEARHS I loved to learn and have a whole bunch of curiousity about certain subjects tat you would vomit blood trying to explain to me. Its okay if you did it in school but dun go my home and dirty my PRECIOUS FLOOR!!! oh my god... I am such a nag. But if you wipe your own house's floor for two months 24/7, it will give you some kind of DE FLOOR'S MINE DUN STEP ON IT altitude... Aaarrrggghhh... why must take a long time till sec. 4??? Clock pls move faster, calender pls disappear, years pls fade away I WANT TO GROW UP FAST LAHS!!! hell, that would be my mum... Muahaha... i think i have yelled enough fer now. the whole blog post is filled of capiter words... and my voice's getting softer... and softer...... and sof............. .....! ........, &lt;a href="mailto:#@$!%"&gt;#@$!%&lt;/a&gt;!!!! ah well, got strepcills lerhs whew... byes byes fer now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1380185723405996307?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1380185723405996307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1380185723405996307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1380185723405996307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1380185723405996307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-stands-for-sick-comes-home-oley.html' title='School stands for SICK COMES HOME OLEY OLEY LIBERATY!!!'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-2673820278298621617</id><published>2007-12-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:05:22.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamichama karin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R2jQqyQOVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/OILf2O4JX1k/s1600-h/kk1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145592007733695682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R2jQqyQOVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/OILf2O4JX1k/s400/kk1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karin is just an average middle school student. She has terrible grades and is a poor athlete. She lives alone with her aunt after the death of her parents when she was young. But after the death of her beloved cat Shii-chan, her luck changes. Karin soon discovers that her only inheritance from her mother, a mysterious silver and pink ring, can help her transform into a goddess with the help of &lt;a title="Athena" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athena"&gt;Athena&lt;/a&gt;. Soon after, she becomes friends with others with rings like hers and they try to solve the mysteries surrounding their lives.&lt;br /&gt;The story is set in Kazune and Himeka Kujyou's home and at Sakuragaoka Academy, the most prestigious school in Japan. Karin's, Kazune's, and Himeka's hair grew considerably from when they first appeared to the second volume. Koge Donbo's reasons for doing this are unknown. It may be due to a time lapse. Also, the shine on Himeka's hair is on her bangs from chapters 1-3. From chapter 4 and up, her hair has the shine on the top and sides. In two of the episodes Karin and Kazune's son, Suzune, appears from the future to help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-2673820278298621617?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/2673820278298621617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=2673820278298621617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2673820278298621617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2673820278298621617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/12/kamichama-karin.html' title='Kamichama karin'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R2jQqyQOVMI/AAAAAAAAABU/OILf2O4JX1k/s72-c/kk1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-6494133001537104504</id><published>2007-11-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:41:16.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit basket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Fruits Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R0utpnreHcI/AAAAAAAAABM/LW8yFGT76kM/s1600-h/fruit+basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137390730483736002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R0utpnreHcI/AAAAAAAAABM/LW8yFGT76kM/s400/fruit+basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruits Basket follows the life of the student &lt;a title="Tohru Honda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tohru_Honda"&gt;Tohru Honda&lt;/a&gt;, who was recently orphaned when her mother, &lt;a title="Kyoko Honda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kyoko_Honda"&gt;Kyoko Honda&lt;/a&gt;, died in a car accident. After that, Tohru lived with her grandfather, but when remodeling is needed on the house, Tohru resorts to living in a tent and holds down a job to support herself. Despite suffering many hardships, Tohru remains optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Tohru comes upon a house in the forest that she is temporarily living in which is the home of &lt;a title="Shigure Sohma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shigure_Sohma"&gt;Shigure Sohma&lt;/a&gt; and fellow classmate &lt;a title="Yuki Sohma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuki_Sohma"&gt;Yuki Sohma&lt;/a&gt;, of the Sohma family. When the Sohmas discover that Tohru is living in a tent, they are quite surprised by her inner strength. The entire area is Sohma property, and Tohru pleads to live upon the property in her quaint tent (affectionately dubbed "her castle"). Feeling sorry for her, and desperate to end their days of filthy living conditions, the Sohmas offer her their spare room in exchange for cooking and housework. When her tent is buried that night in a landslide, burying her mother's picture and school clothes, she has no option but to accept. Soon after she moves in, &lt;a title="Kyo Sohma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kyo_Sohma"&gt;Kyo Sohma&lt;/a&gt; comes to challenge Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;Tohru soon discovers the Sohma family's secret, and the reason why Yuki is so private and secretive at school: thirteen members of the family are possessed by the 12 animal spirits of the &lt;a title="Chinese Zodiac" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Zodiac"&gt;Chinese Zodiac&lt;/a&gt; ("Jyūnishi" in Japanese) and the spirit of the cat who was left out of the Zodiac according to legend. They &lt;a title="Shapeshifting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shapeshifting"&gt;transform&lt;/a&gt; into animals when hugged by the opposite gender, when they are under a great amount of stress, or weak in any way (such as being sick). When she promises to keep their secret, the Sohmas allow Tohru to keep her memories rather than hypnotically erasing them, a fate that had previously befallen anyone not on the "Inside" of the Sohma family who had discovered the secret.&lt;br /&gt;The story follows the lives of Tohru and the Sohma family, as they deal with each other and a society where neither quite fits in, as well as the feared Akito Sohma, head of the Sohma family. Soon, after living with the Sohma family she began to like, then love all of the Sohmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-6494133001537104504?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/6494133001537104504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=6494133001537104504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6494133001537104504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/6494133001537104504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/fruits-basket.html' title='Fruits Basket'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/R0utpnreHcI/AAAAAAAAABM/LW8yFGT76kM/s72-c/fruit+basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-9065049000058073022</id><published>2007-11-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:23:10.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Wow, what a shock, she scored 294 in 2007 PSLE</title><content type='html'>Ok, this news is indeed nice, and shocking. JUST 6 marks away! And i thought PSLE is tough. Seems like there's more than one smart brain in S'pore. I only got 216 here in 2006 last yr. Well, at least i got into a good school. But, what can 294 do to me if its not me who scores the mark? Might as well delete this blog. Hehe... Boys may take this devastating blow seriously, for this yr, boys had fell behind as PSLE scorers. It might be Eurasian, Indian, Malay, but girls topped the boys in the examination.&lt;br /&gt;Big blow? Some may asked. No, not such a big deal anyway, for we had gone to schools we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;A really big embarrassment! Some may say. Girls should be not so smart! We are BOYS! How come we've fallen behind?&lt;br /&gt;What i really wanted to say is boys might be boys, and there are things girls and only girls can do. But then it will do boys no good if they continue to slack off. I am sure they don't want to be behind all the time. Girls, mature fast. Yes, i agree with that point, but i refused to think that it can also be because girls HAVE extra help during the exam. No, it couldn't be. Then again, who knows? Who can tell that the girl did do well? One thing: PSLE examiners can CHECK. They are not colour-blind, biased or cheating. Otherwise how do SEAB trust them?&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-9065049000058073022?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/9065049000058073022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=9065049000058073022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9065049000058073022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/9065049000058073022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-what-shock-she-scored-294-in-2007.html' title='Wow, what a shock, she scored 294 in 2007 PSLE'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-3652410722296076732</id><published>2007-11-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:32:43.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>Little Girls And Boys</title><content type='html'>What are little girls made of?&lt;br /&gt;Sugar and spice and all things nice.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what little girls are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are little boys made of?&lt;br /&gt;Snaps and snails and puppy dogs' tails&lt;br /&gt;Thats what little boys are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are God made of?&lt;br /&gt;He is the infinite of everything and He Creates&lt;br /&gt;whatever he thinks the world needs.&lt;br /&gt;Including little boys and little girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-3652410722296076732?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/3652410722296076732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=3652410722296076732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3652410722296076732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3652410722296076732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-girls-and-boys.html' title='Little Girls And Boys'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-8526354459346817491</id><published>2007-11-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:40:10.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>is precious;&lt;br /&gt;is insufficient;&lt;br /&gt;is priceless;&lt;br /&gt;is lasting;&lt;br /&gt;is long;&lt;br /&gt;is short;&lt;br /&gt;is how you see the world;&lt;br /&gt;is in all of us, animal or human;&lt;br /&gt;is extinguishable;&lt;br /&gt;is created everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;is EVERYWHERE;&lt;br /&gt;is your little beating heart;&lt;br /&gt;is your only chance of SURVIVAL;&lt;br /&gt;is full of mysteries;&lt;br /&gt;is yet to be unraveled;&lt;br /&gt;is millions of lives;&lt;br /&gt;is what your mother gave you;&lt;br /&gt;is what you have;&lt;br /&gt;is in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;So as long as you cherish it, you will find lots of ways to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-8526354459346817491?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/8526354459346817491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=8526354459346817491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8526354459346817491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/8526354459346817491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-4971683886533452811</id><published>2007-11-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:36:10.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beowulf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Winstone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelia Jolie'/><title type='text'>My view on Movie: Beowulf</title><content type='html'>People says that the show is nice. &lt;em&gt;Yes, personally&lt;/em&gt;, i agree. You can hear those gasps from those people watching the movie when Angelia Jolie emerged from the waters as Grendel's mother. God, Ray Winstone must be handsome or something, but i think replace him with Brad Pitt is better, you know, watching Angelia seduce Ray on the silver screen and all. I myself have one thing for computerized movies. I will go TOTALLY mad. I love them, but they doesn't stop me from choking on popcorn at the expression of Beowulf when he saw Angelia. I am a thumbs-up for Angelia's performance. She is the most wanted woman in the whole world. I think i would prefer a replay of the Tomb Raider next time. Ray Winstone is nothing to seduce. He wears a bodysuit and the works, and let the computer brains do the animation. Nope, its not like i opposed the actors or anything. Its just that the actor is not suitable for the whole...role. Angelia, though, is sexy. When liquid gold slide down her figure, while the camera go 360 degrees around her, i think i am going to faint. She's just too gorgeous. Too gorgeous for a "old-looking" Ray Winstone who might have his mouth agape at the wonderful sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-4971683886533452811?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/4971683886533452811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=4971683886533452811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4971683886533452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4971683886533452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-view-on-movie-beowulf.html' title='My view on Movie: Beowulf'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-5232847330549418218</id><published>2007-11-15T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:10:07.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chobits</title><content type='html'>The story centers on the life of Hideki Motosuwa, a &lt;a title="Rōnin" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/R%C5%8Dnin"&gt;repeat student&lt;/a&gt; (浪人, Rōnin&lt;a title="Help:Japanese" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Help:Japanese"&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;) attempting to qualify for university by studying at the Seki &lt;a title="Higher education in Japan" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Higher_education_in_Japan#College_Entrance"&gt;prep school&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Tokyo" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Tokyo"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;. Besides a girlfriend, the other thing he dreams of having is a Persocom. A Persocom is an &lt;a title="Android" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Android"&gt;android&lt;/a&gt; used as a personal computer; however, they are expensive, and Hideki has no money.&lt;br /&gt;On his way home one evening, he stumbles across a Persocom in the form of a beautiful girl with long blonde hair lying against a pile of trash bags. He first thinks this to be a murder but, realizing she was a Persocom, he carries her home. Upon turning it on, she instantly regards Hideki with adoration. The only word she seems capable of saying is "chi", and thus he names her Chi. Although Chi does not appear to have any programs installed in her, Hideki's friends surmise that she must have some sort of learning program installed, judging from her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;A major part of the plot involves Hideki attempting to teach Chi words, concepts, and appropriate behaviours, in between cram school and work. At the same time, Chi seems to be developing feelings for Hideki, at an emotional depth, which Persocoms are not supposed to possess, and Hideki struggles with his feelings for her. The series explores the nature of Persocoms, human interactions with them, and the nature of love. All sorts of characters and their Persocoms are introduced, some of them loving Persocoms, and some of them considering them only as tools, and some of them hating them altogether.&lt;br /&gt;In the later part of the story, the characters start to explore Chi's mysterious past. Chi discovers a series of picture books of mysterious origin, that seem to awaken something deep inside of her. The book inspires her to find the "person just for me", a euphemism used in the series to refer to one's true love. Chi is also a very special Persocom, and towards the end of the story, together with Hideki, discovers her true identity, as well as what lies within her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-5232847330549418218?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/5232847330549418218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=5232847330549418218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5232847330549418218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/5232847330549418218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/chobits.html' title='Chobits'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-2155600023784160768</id><published>2007-11-15T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:06:39.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsubasa: RESERVoir Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvh23reHaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfxGScS68Wk/s1600-h/tsubasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132944533094276514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvh23reHaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfxGScS68Wk/s400/tsubasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sakura is the princess of Clow kingdom, which is ruled by her older brother, King Tōya. Her childhood friend &lt;a title="Syaoran Li" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Syaoran_Li"&gt;Syaoran&lt;/a&gt; is a young archaeologist. &lt;a title="Sakura Kinomoto" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Sakura_Kinomoto"&gt;Sakura&lt;/a&gt; is revealed to have strange powers when she has a vision of a mysterious symbol and places she has never seen. Meanwhile, Syaoran discovers the same symbol at the ruins he is excavating. He sees Sakura standing on the symbol on the ground. Ghostly wings appear on her back and a mysterious force begins to pull her into the walls of the ruins. Syaoran rescues her in time, but her wings are scattered across dimensions. The High Priest of Clow Kingdom, Yukito, immediately realizes that Sakura's "wings" were the manifestation of her soul and memories; without them, she will die. In order to save Sakura, Syaoran must journey to retrieve her wings' feathers, the fragments of her memories.&lt;br /&gt;Yukito sends Syaoran and the unconscious Sakura to the Dimensional Witch, &lt;a title="Yūko Ichihara" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Y%C5%ABko_Ichihara"&gt;Yūko&lt;/a&gt;, who is one of the main characters in &lt;a title="XxxHolic" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/XxxHolic"&gt;xxxHolic&lt;/a&gt;. There he meets &lt;a title="Kurogane" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Kurogane"&gt;Kurogane&lt;/a&gt;, a rough-mannered ninja banished from his world by &lt;a title="Tomoyo Daidouji" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Tomoyo_Daidouji"&gt;Princess Tomoyo&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Fay D. Flourite" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Fay_D._Flourite"&gt;Fay D. Flourite&lt;/a&gt;, a magician who fled his world to avoid King Ashura. Each of them must pay with what he values most in order to gain the power to cross dimensions. For Kurogane, it is his sword Ginryū, and for Fay, it is the symbols on his back which regulates his control of his magic. Syaoran, on the other hand, must pay with his relationship with Sakura: even if he is able to retrieve all of her memories, she will never remember anything about him or their relationship. (This sacrifice also pays Sakura's "toll" to Yūko, because what Sakura values most are her memories of and with Syaoran.) Only when the three agree to her terms does Yūko present them with the power to cross dimensions; a white creature named &lt;a title="Mokona Modoki" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Mokona_Modoki"&gt;Mokona Modoki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While traversing through worlds to find Sakura's feathers, the four travellers and Mokona are forced to overcome many dangers and opponents, some of whom are figures from Syaoran's past who wish to collect Sakura's feathers for their own reasons as they are seen to be objects that hold great power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-2155600023784160768?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/2155600023784160768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=2155600023784160768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2155600023784160768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/2155600023784160768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/tsubasa-reservoir-chronicles.html' title='Tsubasa: RESERVoir Chronicles'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvh23reHaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pfxGScS68Wk/s72-c/tsubasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-3744470201972029725</id><published>2007-11-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:04:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvhXHreHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xgo0jLDrB7s/s1600-h/Angel+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132943987633429906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvhXHreHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xgo0jLDrB7s/s400/Angel+Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young girl stands on top of a building in &lt;a title="Shinjuku" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Shinjuku"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/a&gt; as she receives a call from her handler. The handler congratulates the girl, known as "Glass Heart" with a job well done regarding her latest kill, which her handler refers to as her 50th. Glass Heart recounts the day's events. She had just killed a man sitting on a park bench with a silenced gun. As she was leaving the park, a small girl runs in with some ice cream and Glass Heart realizes that she has just killed the father of a young girl. With that she jumps off the building, impaling her chest on the iron spiked fence below.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Kaori Makimura is running late for an appointment to take wedding photos with her husband, the "City Hunter" Ryo Saeba. When she sees a girl about to be run over by a truck, she jumps and pushes the girl out of the way before the truck hits her. A short while later, she is declared brain dead and her heart is harvested for organ donation, as she had a donor card on her when she died. However, the Organization, needing a heart for their assassin, steal Kaori's heart while it is in transit and implants it into Glass Heart's Body.&lt;br /&gt;Glass Heart is transported to &lt;a title="Taiwan" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Taiwan"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/a&gt;, where she remains in a coma for a year. During that time, she is haunted by the images of the people she has killed, along with the images of the donor Kaori as well as Ryo Saeba of whom she does not know. She wakes up after one year to find out who these people are. She travels back to &lt;a title="Shinjuku" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Shinjuku"&gt;Shinjuku&lt;/a&gt;, and after several close events, manages to track down the "City Hunter". He has since retired from his role since his wife's death. Upon finding that Glass Heart is the recipient of Kaori's heart, Ryo decides to adopt her as his daughter, and is also given a name provided by her real father: Xiang Ying. The former mercenary now tries to help the former assassin move on with a normal life in the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-3744470201972029725?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/3744470201972029725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=3744470201972029725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3744470201972029725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/3744470201972029725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/angel-heart.html' title='Angel Heart'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvhXHreHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xgo0jLDrB7s/s72-c/Angel+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-7003854066167784168</id><published>2007-11-15T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:02:47.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gundam Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvg9XreHYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-VWlxioKQ0g/s1600-h/gs5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132943545251798402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvg9XreHYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-VWlxioKQ0g/s400/gs5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This series begins with the &lt;a title="Bloody Valentine War" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Bloody_Valentine_War"&gt;Bloody Valentine War&lt;/a&gt; between Earth and the colonies that is similar to the &lt;a title="One Year War" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/One_Year_War"&gt;One Year War&lt;/a&gt; of the original Gundam series with certain traditional elements from &lt;a title="Mobile Suit Gundam Wing" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Mobile_Suit_Gundam_Wing"&gt;Mobile Suit Gundam Wing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="After War Gundam X" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/After_War_Gundam_X"&gt;After War Gundam X&lt;/a&gt; such as the presence of five multicolored Gundam mobile suits and the threat of an apocalypse. On one side is the &lt;a title="List of Cosmic Era factions" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/List_of_Cosmic_Era_factions#Earth_Alliance"&gt;Earth Alliance&lt;/a&gt;, and on the opposite is the space colonies that form &lt;a title="ZAFT" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/ZAFT"&gt;ZAFT&lt;/a&gt; (Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty). Mankind is divided over human genetic engineering, with normal humans known as "Naturals" and the genetically altered humans known as "&lt;a title="List of Cosmic Era human enhancements" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/List_of_Cosmic_Era_human_enhancements"&gt;Coordinators&lt;/a&gt;". Like the original series, ZAFT has a head start on mobile suit design, the Earth Alliance quickly catches up with its five prototype Gundams. With ZAFT having stolen four of the prototypes, young Coordinator &lt;a title="Kira Yamato" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Kira_Yamato"&gt;Kira Yamato&lt;/a&gt; pilots the &lt;a title="GAT-X105 Strike Gundam" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/GAT-X105_Strike_Gundam"&gt;GAT-X105 Strike Gundam&lt;/a&gt; and is forced to fight his old friend &lt;a title="Athrun Zala" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Athrun_Zala"&gt;Athrun Zala&lt;/a&gt;. Little do they know that there are sinister forces at work that go far beyond their worst nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-7003854066167784168?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/7003854066167784168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=7003854066167784168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7003854066167784168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/7003854066167784168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/gundam-seed.html' title='Gundam Seed'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvg9XreHYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-VWlxioKQ0g/s72-c/gs5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-1131841148680156688</id><published>2007-11-15T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:56:11.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapped Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvfXXreHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v56zdvX_oT8/s1600-h/sp7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132941792905141618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvfXXreHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v56zdvX_oT8/s400/sp7.bmp" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story takes place in a fantasy world and revolves around a 15-year-old girl Pacifica Casull who is a girl child born in a set of twins into the &lt;a title="Royal family" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Royal_family"&gt;royal family&lt;/a&gt; of the kingdom Leinwan and then abandoned. The 5111th Grendel &lt;a title="Prophecy" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Prophecy"&gt;Prophecy&lt;/a&gt; predicts that she is the "&lt;a title="Poison" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Poison"&gt;poison&lt;/a&gt; that will destroy the world" before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday. As a consequence, she is dropped off a cliff as an infant. Believed to be dead, no one realizes her continued existence until after Pacifica is 15 years old already.&lt;br /&gt;Pacifica is rescued by a court wizard and adopted by the commoner Casull family. Her &lt;a title="Foster care" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Foster_care"&gt;foster&lt;/a&gt; siblings - Shannon, loner swordsman, and Raquel, motherly &lt;a title="Magician (fantasy)" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Magician_%28fantasy%29"&gt;magician&lt;/a&gt; - became her protectors. Both siblings are extremely powerful, and more often than not they easily break out of whatever difficult situation they face.&lt;br /&gt;Her siblings travel with her throughout most of the story, protecting her from the numerous attempts on her life by people who fear the outcome of the prophecy, should she survive. Both siblings' skills see constant use. By contrast, Pacifica is a mostly typical fifteen-year-old, and her inability to defend herself is a recurring source of self-doubt for her. As the series progresses, the truth about the prophecy slowly comes to light, and even as the more of the truth is revealed, more questions arise. Pacifica must discover her hidden &lt;a title="Destiny" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/Destiny"&gt;destiny&lt;/a&gt;, even as powerful beings that are not human (or are they?) - who are supposedly the &lt;a title="God" href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/wiki/God"&gt;gods&lt;/a&gt; of this world - continuously fight against each other, over her fate, seeking to either protect or destroy her. It turns out that Pacifica is not in fact "a poison who will destroy the world" in that sense...but in fact mankind's last hope, and all part of a plan. A plan that was set in motion a long, long time ago by not primitive humans but highly intelligent and advanced ones, at that. Can destiny be written beforehand? The answer lies deep in the past, five thousand years ago during the Genesis Wars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-1131841148680156688?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/1131841148680156688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=1131841148680156688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1131841148680156688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/1131841148680156688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-takes-place-in-fantasy-world-and.html' title='Scrapped Princess'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/RzvfXXreHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v56zdvX_oT8/s72-c/sp7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144600925712758219.post-4923385769159002617</id><published>2007-11-15T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:52:43.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardcaptor Sakura 2 : The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvd6XreHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q6OPjnDacoE/s1600-h/ccs2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132940195177307490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvd6XreHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q6OPjnDacoE/s320/ccs2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie starts at a deserted western-style house in the process of being demolished. Suddenly there is a small explosion within the house and a mysterious card is seen illuminating under the half-destroyed floor.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura and Tomoyo go to Yomeda Yuen, a new amusement park, to relax after rehearsing a play at their school in which Sakura plays the princess and Takashi Yamazaki plays the prince. There, they bump in Syaoran and Meiling (Sakura literally "bumped" into Syaoran.) Sakura's feelings for Syaoran are unexpressed despite the fact that he has made his feelings known to her.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura's cards begin to disappear without her noticing. But Sakura notices that parts of her town are going missing. A postal box and a small bridge in her local park both disappear, as if they have been cut off with a sharp knife.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura soon finds out from Eriol that this new power is Clow's 53rd card, the Sealed card. It has the power of all of the other 52 cards combined. Eriol explains that the balance between the two powers was broken when the positive cards became Sakura Cards. He also says that every time the Sealed Card gets a Sakura Card, something near her will be lost. To solve the problem, Sakura must convert the sealed card into a Sakura Card and restore the balance. But in order to do so, one's most important feeling must be sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;It is finally the day of the Nadeshiko Festival. Everybody in town is out to enjoy this special day. Another card flies away from Sakura's bag and a big void sphere appears in the school ground, Sakura uses Sleep to prevent a panic but moments later, it also flies away. Takashi injured his arm when he fell under the power of Sleep and cannot participate in the play. Some students suggest canceling the play but Takashi suggests that Syaoran take his place.&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, the play finally starts. In the middle of it, the stage lights suddenly explode and the ground begins to shake. A string of Sakura Cards flies away from her bag into the dark sky. Dark void spheres appear over the audience making everyone except for Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Meiling, Kero, and Yue vanish. Sakura is determined to get them back and defeat the Sealed Card. Syaoran states hes going with her.&lt;br /&gt;More of the Sakura cards are stolen as the battle begins. Tomoyo and Meiling are captured by the dark spheres as well. It is then that Yue points to where the Sealed Card is hiding - Tomeda Yuen. Yue and Cerberus both attack the Sealed Card but are quickly captured in a dark sphere. Syaoran confronts the card, thinking that he stands a chance against it since his magic is not dependent on the Clow Cards. He manages to hurt the Sealed Card but it eventually deflects his attack and another void sphere appears around him, but he reappears at the base of the tower, wounded. Sakura races after the Sealed Card, but is trapped between two gaping holes. The Sealed Card tells Sakura that she is lonely and wants her friends back and doesn't understand why Sakura gets in the way. Sakura retaliates by saying that friends never push each other. The Sakura cards free themselves from the girl's powers and surrounds the sphere. The Sealed Card is shocked and collapses in tears. The cards align themselves to make a bridge between Sakura and the girl. Sakura approaches the girl and tells her not to worry and join them. While Sakura is prepared to transform the Sealed Card, she remembers that she has not expressed her feelings. When she orders the rebirth of the card, it attacks the person next to her, Syaoran. The attack is negated by a card that Sakura made, when she thought about Syaoran and cried. The tear and her feelings made a new card, called The Hope. The card transforms and Sakura collapses in tears.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura stares at Syaoran with tears in her eyes. She believes it is too late but she expresses her true feelings to him anyways. He replies in a gentle voice that he feels the same way, "Me too, Sakura." the way Syaoran said her name made Sakura realize that Syaoran didn't lose his important and most cherish feeling, his love for Sakura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/144600925712758219-4923385769159002617?l=jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/feeds/4923385769159002617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=144600925712758219&amp;postID=4923385769159002617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4923385769159002617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/144600925712758219/posts/default/4923385769159002617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jingli-pure-and-tainted.blogspot.com/2007/11/cardcaptor-sakura-2-movie.html' title='Cardcaptor Sakura 2 : The Movie'/><author><name>Ng Jing Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975747210929629903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i234liMc-3I/SMtp4GLI8YI/AAAAAAAAADs/6vE8JpD-1-0/S220/ngjingli1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i234liMc-3I/Rzvd6XreHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q6OPjnDacoE/s72-c/ccs2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
