<?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-14483167</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:52:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMC 1A04... no.. it's 2B04! 2B04!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-116750181689879156</id><published>2006-12-31T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:44:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 - 2B04 EDITION - CHP 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'  ~~~  ' denotes thoughts&lt;br /&gt;" ~~~ " denotes speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 - 7. 12 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid aka (insert any of his aliases) walked on the crisp grass, he didn't have an definite location to head towards, Hell, how could he when he just found out Ms Kwa, now ex - DVPA and MMR lecturer, was in cahoots with the government. It was a conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shuffled his feet aimlessly, until he reached the front steps of a mansion. He dashed towards the residence in a record breaking speed, stopping at a mirror layered window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought I could fall in love with a man until one day when I looked in the mirror," he fawned as he picked invisible lint off his vest and tweaked his hair in a manner that screamed GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now back to business, I'll see you later, Fredelicious," he winked at his other self before approaching the door in a cautious fashion. The door opened in silence, the hinges were well oiled, signifying that the residence was inhibited. He scouted the first level before proceeding to the second where he noted clothes were strewn without a care on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little impatient here, are we," he smirked as he padded along the corridor reaching the last room, surprised to find the door locked. A scheming look reflected in his eyes, as he retrieved a comb from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now, another narcissistic moment? He twisted the bottom of the comb, revealing a metal pick, as he reminisced his past. He used to be a hair salon burglar, breaking in them under the waning moonlight, stealing hair sprays and dyes. He had ceased his thieving ways after a painful lesson, when the salon owners had set high voltage metal grills in place of the old grills and locks. He was jolted and burnt, his hair ruined, thus explaining the current disarray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sound click, the door slid open and he stood, stupefied. He was greeted with a large 41 inch LCD TV surrounded by countless monitors mounted on the far wall. The small monitors focused on each of his remaining classmates. A long control panel separated him from the monitors, buttons and dials flashing ever so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's Juan Hui," he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he spotted the thin man running like Hell was at his heels. "And that's Bob, oh. Eww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was jolted back to his senses by a resounding alarm. He looked at the central screen which now flashed "Sound only". Flustered, he pounded on every button to stop the jarring noise. It stopped, only to be preceded by a booming low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agent Ping, there has been a change of plans, the game is to be extended for another 2 days.  I don't have time to watch the proceedings. I haven't finished marking this stack of PRMP papers, dammit. Will keep you posted, I uh will go back to marking my papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid listened intently, picking up another voice in the background, "Hey coffee break, let's go." This Dennis enjoying life now, the two of us stuck here marking papers," the voice bemoaned before a buzz came on, signalling the broken connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid pondered as he sat down in a swivel chair in front of the panel, spinning like the mad fool he was. He began piecing the clues together. Dennis, PRMP papers, coffee break? What could it possibly mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, this is hurting my head, I'm feeling faint," he placed his hand over his forehead and complained, this behaviour seemingly alike to that of Jessica Simpson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later (I'm sure we have all guessed who it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, it's Rajan! He's the mastermind. It must be, he was from MINDEF. No, he is most definitely still in the organisation, no wonder his area resembled the Hiroshima war site! It was all a disguise, a cover to conceal his real operations!" The other voice in the background. He was certain it was Andrew Ang and he seemed aware of the operation as well. What is this, did every DMC lecturer know about this sadistic ploy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 7.15 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong shifted his daypack on his shoulder while he balanced his SMG with another hand. The sky was overcast, flashes of lightning threatening the onslaught of a thunderstorm. This was draining, he had never been this keen on his senses. The seriousness of this situation and most importantly his survival, demanded him to be on his toes. One wrong move and he might end up knocking on Heaven. He checked his map, turning in it every possible way before he shoved the offending piece of paper into his daypack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't fucking read it!" Dong blasphemed, he felt like he had been walking in circles. Sluggish, he plopped down and rummaged his daypack for rations, his weapon lay by his side idly. Fishing out a bag of Doritos, he flashed a triumphant smile. At least Lady Luck was on his side, he had a fine weapon and even Doritos, his favourite snack for rations. At the corner of his eyes, he noted a metallic object glistening under the canopy of trees, cleverly concealed among the unkempt grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steeling himself, he rose quietly, searching for a small animal. An unknowing peacock was seized and immediately tossed towards the ominous glint. He heard a loud 'SNAP' and heard the spurt of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An animal trap,' Dong thought to himself. He hid himself in the shadows and waited for the supposed assailant to appear. Within minutes, he heard a rustling in the bushes, a bulky figure stalked up to check on his spoils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It registered as Bob. Dong sprung out of the shadows and aimed at Bob, better be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean you no harm, I need your help but I need to be assured that you won't pull something crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob nodded, his hands held up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not safe, I'll explain as we go along," Dong slackened his grip on the SMG as he tried to retrace his steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, they were out of the forest and in front of the mansion. Bob had taken the liberty to lead the zero-direction sensed Dong back to the mansion while digesting the facts that Dong had presented to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 7.30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene licked his dry lips as he made his way to the deserted house in C8, he was sure someone would be there, he had a strong feeling about that. And he was proven right. In the house Joan, laid asleep on the wooden floor, a line of drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth, leading to a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene cringed in disgust. He spotted two daypacks, deducing that her other companion was already awake and may be around here or she had already killed someone. With some quick thinking he ruled out the latter, sure that Joan was too absorbed in her own world to give any heed to the game. He would have to take her out ASAP, before the other person came back. He removed Alwyn's steel wire from his daypack, seeking a silent and swift kill. He crept towards the sleeping form and looped the wire carefully around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a vicious tug and vice-like grip, the wire severed air from his victim's lungs. She thrashed wildly, her arms flailing around, struggling against a losing battle. To make things worse, she accidentally bit her tongue, blood pooling in her mouth, She sputtered droplets of blood making a bloody mess around her. Her eyes rolled back as she slowly slipped into cold death. An angry red line ran jagged around her neck, which was twisted at an inhumane angle. Her bloody tongue hung loosely over her lower lip, the red liquid streaming to the tip. Joan was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene stepped over the limp body and picked up the daypacks. Both were strangely light, he opened one and was surprised to find nothing in it, not even a single scrap of ration. There was a hole at the bottom of the bag. He searched the bag and found Joan's handphone in the front pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why am I even surprised. She didn't even notice she was dropping her stuff like Gretel,' Eugene rolled his eyes and moved on to the second day pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rations, rations, what the hell, that's the weapon? A friggin pair of chopsticks?" Eugene scoffed, cursing his ill luck while shoving the rations into his daypack and fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 7.20 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa walked on the gravel floor as she swung her chain-sickle in fast circles while she swatted her other hand around her head. She  was getting accustomed to her weapon, considering the fact that she had wielded one of these before when she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiao dang&lt;/span&gt;-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a walking blood bank," she mumbled as she flicked another mozzie off her adding one more casualty to her mental list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was out in the open, no trees above her head, protected only among the rocks. But it was comforting to know that she was on elevated ground, giving her the advantage of a good vantage point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took out her map and tsk-ed. Her map was in Japanese. She thought it was a sick joke and wonder if the rest had their maps in other languages. She stared hard into the map, the characters on the map looked all the same. She laid down and shut her eyes. She spent the entire night keeping watch to see if anyone approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crackling sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat up, as she strained her ears to locate the source of intrusion. Behind her cover, she observed a fido dido-ish silhouette. As the figure loomed closer, she could make out the shine of  very executive looking glasses. It was Juan Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked tired as well, his clothes ripped and his face covered in grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ho, you don't see this often,' Nisa mused as she picked out the fact that he was unarmed and missing his daypack. She stepped out of her cover and called to the weary looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Juan Hui. What happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH, you mean you don't know ar?" He raised his chin in a sorry attempt at being haughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh pray tell. I really don't know, tell me leh," Nisa scowled, flashing him the finger as she imagined herself kicking him somewhere painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't crap with me now," he wagged his index finger disapprovingly at Nisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I, Tan Juan Hui, Honourable Vice President of SB Club, The (supposed) squash pro, Class Rep for 3 semesters, holder of 213 CCA points and Man destined for the top of the corporate ladder (what a freakin long title) shall not be daunted by a mere Assistant Class Rep with less than half of my overflowing CCA points,' he smirked inwardly as he approached the minah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 students remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 8 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von's notes : Cliffhanger. This is getting a little too long. I may not be able to keep to the 10 chapters. Well, this is the first time I wrote a independent chapter by myself. Pardon me if you find my writing bad. Tune into the next chapter for the mystery of the mansion, Nisa and CL's confrontation and the appearances of our beloved lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-116750181689879156?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/116750181689879156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=116750181689879156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116750181689879156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116750181689879156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 - 2B04 EDITION - CHP 8'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-116740152318794266</id><published>2006-12-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:36:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Plays menacing music from PRISON BREAK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cut scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm going to get you out of this prison.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can't, no one has ever gotten out of here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not when you designed the place.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(end cut scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's here. Prison Break DMC 2B04 style. A whole new story, whole new characters and whole new... you get it.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare that BR DMC1B04 - DMC 2B04 is once again resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A review of survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lim Zhi Yong Eugene - D4, Forest 1&lt;br /&gt;2) Tan Juan Hui - B4, Residential Area&lt;br /&gt;3) Chua Si Min Joan - C8, Deserted House&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chan Lang Xiu Alwyn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) Raja "Bob" Ashraf Bin Raja Khalif - D6, Viewing Tower&lt;br /&gt;6) Chang Su-Fern - C8, Deserted House&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soh Pe Wen&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ng Soo Li Theresa&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Yeo Shuya Jessica - A7, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Woo Yin Yin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Muhammad Farid Angullia - C1, First Aid and Convenience store&lt;br /&gt;12) Khairunnisa Binte Mohamed - B3, Rocks&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Koo Baoxuan Jasmine&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Lim Fang Hui Yvonne - B7, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;15) Heng Hui Jie - B5, Lake&lt;br /&gt;16) Kee Wan Ting Rachel - D8, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;17) Dong Tianzhao - C2, Summer Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dennis Ng C1, First Aid and Convenience store&lt;br /&gt;- Kwa Lay Ping C1, First Aid and Convenience store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 6.15 am&lt;br /&gt;A7 - Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo Shuya Jessica(Female Student No. 9), a quiet student in the class who was the considered to be among the most intelligent, even in the DMC course of the previous semester based on her academic results. Owing it to her consistency in her work and paying attention in classes, not only has she found the lessons interesting, it has also become essential if she wanted to get into a good university and achieve her dream of becoming a journalist in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her name was called, she grabbed her assigned daypack and ran all the way northeast of the school, ending up in Forest 2. She hid between the bushes, all the while grumbling about why she had to go for this field trip and get caught in this mad whirl of events when she could have spent the hours to sleep. Whipping out her Nintendo DS, she switched on the console and pressed the buttons fervently. A few hours later, the battery died out. Muttering something incoherent, she stood up, now that she had cooled her head. She had never thought that such an absurd thing would happen to herself. All she could do was hide there and pray that someone will come and rescue her. After all, how could a clever girl like her die out here alone? Surely someone would hear of it and rescue her. But knowing how thorough the government was, there would be little chance of help from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her weapon was a nice little M -1911 pistol&lt;fill&gt;. She kept it tucked in the waistband of her jeans. She felt that she shouldn't leave something like her weapon in a bag. Too dangerous. Ever since that Yvonne incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not known to her classmates, Jessica was actually extremely intuitive. She was actually smarter than her classmates, being cool-headed even with the gift of knowledge. She knew the secrets to success in life. Unfortunately, this was a scenario she'd never imagine would happen, but no matter already, she was in it and had to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life was not as quiet as it had seemed to her classmates. She wasn't all books. In fact, that was the impression she had accidentally delivered. Jessica was indeed a typical hip and trendy girl. She was much more organised than everyone else, so it made her look extra studious than everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of footsteps broke Jessica's chain of thoughts. Panicking, her heart pumped erratically. A thin sheen of sweat covered her upper lip and she wiped it away. She was a bit traumatised after witnessing how Yvonne had killed Yin Yin. Utterly disgusting and gruesome. If Yvonne could do this to her close friend, then Jessica couldn't imagine what Yvonne could do to her. The footsteps were getting louder and more distinct. She started to worry for her life if it was Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peering through the foliage carefully, she caught a flash of a fair, almost white face beneath brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/fill&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh great it's her," Jessica mumbled as she threw her hands up as low as possible, not wanting to risk getting discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell am I to do now? Stay calm... don't let her see me, and I won't be another corpse like Yinyin. That's right, I can't die now." She thought to herself quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne walked towards the bushes without noticing that Jessica was there. She stretched the white hand of hers, grabbed some of the baby's breath on the ground and placed it behind her ear. A wry smile played on her lips, she looked hot with it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica was trying to hold her breath to prevent any sound from escaping. She thought to herself, "Better get out of here. Don't take any chances." Her daypack was about 30cm away from her. She tried stretching her hand inch by inch in an attempt to not alarm Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, on the other hand, caught sight of a big greenish object on the left side of the bushes in front of her. She bent down and scrutinized it. "Oh, lucky me, a daypack, finders keepers." Yvonne said under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, Yvonne grabbed the daypack, swung it over her shoulder and walked away without noticing that Jessica's hand was just an inch away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh.. my daypack.. GRRR!! That was so close!" Jessica mumbled to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 7 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway Blues starts to play over the loud speakers located all over the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning everybody!! Doing your morning exercise now?? I hope so. You need to be fit in this game if you want to survive! I have a good news for you people. Or some may think of it as bad news. Anyway, we have another student down!! Good job!! Female Student No. 13, Koo Baoxuan Jasmine, and that has added another chance to you guys' survival! I heard the place she died was in a little mess. Do try to stay out of C1 unless you are interested in the... erm... stench. The forbidden zone added for the next hour is C7. It will be activated at 8 am. Anybody who doesn't want to prolong their lives can always check that place out. It's beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12 students remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 7 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von's note: Exceptional. An 11 month hiatus of this tale. Spanning over an entire academic year when fictionally, only less than a day has passed. Since, no one's writing, I'm picking up the pen, or rather the keyboard to bring the story to an end. Brace yourself for more deaths, for this piece of work shall only be a 10 chapter production, unless intervention from others (which is highly unlikely).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-116740152318794266?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/116740152318794266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=116740152318794266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116740152318794266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116740152318794266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html' title=''/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-116347785403483411</id><published>2006-11-14T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:17:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MST / My Stupid Tests</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, tag board is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck y'all for the test later and the following ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-116347785403483411?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/116347785403483411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=116347785403483411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116347785403483411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/116347785403483411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/11/mst-my-stupid-tests.html' title='MST / My Stupid Tests'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-115876540124010306</id><published>2006-09-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:19:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines of the Sem</title><content type='html'>I figured we could use some life here. And so, it's the Lines of the Sem review once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Different level'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Neverrr maii laa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even need to say where these are from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I mourn over the lousiness of the time table, I missed school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I curse the passage of holidays, I looked forward to returning to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to school. 5 more days to Foodcourt 6. 5 more days to even more shit to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome this we shall, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-115876540124010306?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gene was here.. but he was supposed to be studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-115562377870698089?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/115562377870698089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=115562377870698089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115562377870698089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115562377870698089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/08/enjoyable-xtremely-adunno-wtf-mdunno.html' title='Enjoyable Xtremely A(dunno wtf) M(dunno 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life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c207/e_ugenelim/tn_04guysnevamind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by gene. check out our erm.. template.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-115233127759316964?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/115233127759316964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=115233127759316964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115233127759316964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115233127759316964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I wonder if people still check the class blog but what the hell~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2A04 Class BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;East Coast Park, Area D, Pit No. 36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, 19/06/06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 pm ~ ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are gonna save on the night cab fares and spend the night there. So, those who are planning to do the same, ya could bring a jacket or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. See you guys on the day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-115036814007589627?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/115036814007589627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=115036814007589627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115036814007589627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/115036814007589627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/06/announcement-class-bbq-ecp.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT: CLASS BBQ @ ECP'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-114593688325425637</id><published>2006-04-25T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:26:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDENT's EVIL 2: EPIDEMIC. [DMC2A04 Edition]</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1 --- Outbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C-virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally harmful, causes physical decomposition and renders a person's body control lost. A person infected would begin to die off, as when the flesh dies, the physical parts of it start to die off, and brains, begin to stop functioning. A combination of deadly nerve gas that disables mentally. When the mind dies, the body is somehow still alive, heart beating as usual, but without a control and the continued decomposition of the bodies, there arises the need to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed. The most primitive need of living things for surivival. No food, we die. And the bodies infected obviously do not wish to be dead, so they begin to hunt, for the freshest available food, rendering them into... zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be amazed that the creation of such a deadly virus was actually by renegade scientists in a school polytechnic. Funded by a pharmeceutical company known none other than the infamous Body Shop. You are obviously surprised. Body Shop, the name as it sounds, seeks to protect. The objective of this whole C-virus project was to develop biological weapons for the use to control a country. As a small little island on the geographical map, it would definitely seem powerless to its surrounding countries of massive size. Body Shop obviously seeks to own the country, and the world. What more than a massive epidemic... to become a larger scale of a pandemic. What world domination can benefit to huge MNCs... well, let's just leave it at the phrase "a lot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renegade scientists were a brilliant bunch led by a lecturer in the school. He was a smart strategist who could understand both science and business, rendering him the perfect leader of the group that would seek his help. He was after all, a deputy director in the school. His image would seem IMPOSSIBLE to think of such a mastermind behind a plot like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Li Zhong Wah, the deputy director of the School of Business, was a much more brilliant person than what people would perceive of him. His impression to students and lecturers alike, a well-spoken and outstanding lecturer, easy to communicate with and has a great knowledge of what he was doing. Such brilliance, to him, is definitely wasted in a polytechnic. He wanted more out of his life. That's when the Body Shop approached him to head the renegade scientists, offering him a lump sum of money. It was something fun and respectable, in his eyes, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new task, however, was a tad too difficult. To deliver the results of the renegade scientists, he had to give the higher-ups a view of its power. He needed to prove his power to the higher-ups. Yes, I need guinea pigs, he thought to himself. But where to find them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SP Logo in his office shined brightly in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo. Lecture is finally over," Jessica mumbled to herself. She packed her bags and moved out for lunch. She was rather quiet, especially in class activities. The class had tried to get her to join them sometimes for lunch and all that, but she enjoyed solitude of her meals. Well, not really. It was just okay for her, she could do with people around, but she would be fine even off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the honour roll, she was excellent in her grades and all that. Studying often and being efficient is just a norm to her. People see it that way. She gets a bit claustrophobic within large groups, she says to her friends. They understand, and everyone's cool about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the norm would seem to be going to the library to study. The quiet zone, one of her favourite hangouts, was the best place. And today, it was empty. Yes! The peace of studying without disturbances from soft chattering or sudden SMS ringtones. Full concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She studied for awhile and found herself to be rather sleepy. Deciding to nap before the next class, she rested her head on the table and fell into deep sleep. What a mistake. She liked sleeping. Sleeping was an enjoyable process to her at least. But her sleep was so deep, she could lose consciousness of what happens around her. The sealed quiet zone was a nice cosy place, with the library being particularly empty, she rested comfortably on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she did not expect that she would wake up at night within the school, and even find the whole library itself in chaos. Thus, the beginning of the epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 1 ends.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-114593688325425637?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/114593688325425637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=114593688325425637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114593688325425637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114593688325425637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/04/students-evil-2-epidemic-dmc2a04_25.html' title='STUDENT&apos;s EVIL 2: EPIDEMIC. [DMC2A04 Edition]'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-114589385150513396</id><published>2006-04-24T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:23:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>To the many who have waited for BR, we, the writers team, have stopped production for this thrilling fiction for one of our members was admitted into hospital due to overdosage of alcohol. It will take an excruciating period of time before she comes back from rehabilitation of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are intending to put BR on hold until further notice or maybe eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we shall be embarking on another exciting journey to bring to you a brand new story, RE 2. As gene has announced, it will be set with a greater cast and of course more action (scandals?). Do look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sexivon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[gene: WTF?! sexivon?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-114589385150513396?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/114589385150513396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=114589385150513396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114589385150513396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114589385150513396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/04/apologies_24.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-114584613769409578</id><published>2006-04-24T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:22:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDENT'S EVIL 2: EPIDEMIC [DMC2A04 Version] Foreword</title><content type='html'>[------ GENE's NOTE ------]&lt;br /&gt;Epidemic: An outbreak of a contagious disease that spreads rapidly and widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have bravely fought in year one of RESIDENT EVIL, I'm back to write a new story! Well it's honestly because I am also bored of waiting for the Battle Royale series to go on. Yawn.. It will seriously take forever to finish at this rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, my story comes on a much more serious note... well, we can't miss the humour we can have... but this time there is no rubbish like the Naruto fighting or all the weird stuffs like burpophobia. Basically I am going to write on a scale of like REAL LIFE what we would actually do. Correct me anytime if I'm wrong, but well, I'm the writer damn it! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To also enhance the understanding for outside readers next time and also to improve my standards of English, I shall type in a way most easily understandable to readers. We are after all DMC students, so we should at least exercise some proper English. Dialogue is completely a different issue in the story, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I trust that within the story of the class, such as the deaths and all that, it is purely fictional and out of pure fun. If you ever find it offensive.. please do tell me, I will settle on an edit. Also, in order to protect myself a little more.. the more important and powerful names would definitely be respelt or brought about in a different manner.. defamation is a serious affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, we would have a huger cast and more characterization.. considering we do know each other better. And SP has more stuff than we can imagine, so why not utilise it as well. Yes, it's SP style again... I can't think enough to go out of SP... but watch out I may expand boundaries once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get this started real quick, and also, finish it as quick as possible also. This is such a nice hobby. Haha. Well to the class, let's have fun killing zombies, to outside, enjoy the show of being a zombie or being killed in SP... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[------ GENE's NOTE ------] =END=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-114584613769409578?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/114584613769409578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=114584613769409578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114584613769409578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/114584613769409578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/04/students-evil-2-epidemic-dmc2a04.html' title='STUDENT&apos;S EVIL 2: EPIDEMIC [DMC2A04 Version] Foreword'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113750369119613104</id><published>2006-01-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:36:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Location of students at the current moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lim Zhi Yong Eugene - D4, Forest 1&lt;br /&gt;2) Tan Juan Hui - B4, Residential Area&lt;br /&gt;3) Chua Si Min Joan - C8, Deserted House&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chan Lang Xiu Alwyn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) Raja "Bob" Ashraf Bin Raja Khalif - D6, Viewing Tower&lt;br /&gt;6) Chang Su-Fern - C8, Deserted House&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soh Pe Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ng Soo Li Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Yeo Shuya Jessica - B9, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woo Yin Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Muhammad Farid Angullia - C1, First Aid and Convenience store&lt;br /&gt;12) Khairunnisa Binte Mohamed - B3, Rocks&lt;br /&gt;13) Koo Baoxuan Jasmine - C1, First Aid and Convenience store&lt;br /&gt;14) Lim Fang Hui Yvonne - B7, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;15) Heng Hui Jie - B5, Lake&lt;br /&gt;16) Kee Wan Ting Rachel - D8, Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;17) Dong Tianzhao - C2, Summer Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4.15 am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D6, Viewing Tower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bob stood at the base of the viewing tower, a shadow in the eerie glow of the moonlight. He was currently camping out to plan his route and stock up on his supplies. He shook everything out of his daypack and scrutinised what lay before him. 3 bear traps, rations of biscuits and water, a map of the island, a torchlight and a plastic bag full of stuff which he took in the convenience store just now. He had some rope, a swiss army knife, a mess tin, solid fuel and some canned food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bob stooped down and rearranged everything properly into his bag. He reminscenced of his own past...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was only two years ago. Bob was 17, a freshman in Ngee Ann Polytechnic, Diploma in Electrical Engineering. He was also on a 'field trip' where his class was gased and found themselves on a deserted island. He was unable to believe what was happening but he gathered his resolve and because of his strong will to survive, he managed to emerge the winner in the Program that year. It was a horrible experience and he had taken a year's break and had come back to his studies. A different school, a different environment, a different course. But he never did expect that he would be so 'lucky' to end up in the Program again. The government had warned him to not tell anybody this cold truth. A story was created, saying he had retained his Sec3, and also went to JC for a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bob shook his head and came to his senses. Now his plan was entirely different. He didn't want to kill unless he really had to. He wanted to help instead. There was something he knew. There was a loophole in the system of the Program. Because of his experience in the game, he knew that there would be lecturers in Singapore Polytechnic who were part of the government. The problem was finding out who were involved. If he could find who the lecturer was, he might be able to persuade whoever that was and could possibly escape the island alive without killing anyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bob hoisted his daypack on his back and set off, a lone figure walking through the grass, framed by the pale moonlight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4.49 a.m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;C1, First Aid Convenience Store&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jasmine and Farid came to a halt at a dilapilated building. It was in shambles but it was still standing. Upon closer inspection, it was previously a medical store. There was a table at the front displaying various medical items like syringes, cotton wool, antiseptic cream, alcohol and plasters, etc. Farid's eyes grew as big as plates and in one smooth motion, he whipped out a Cold Storage plastic bag from his pocket (where the hell did that come from?) and swept all the contents into it. Jasmine just stood there with her handphone flipped open, flabbergasted at the disappearance of items from the table in a mere 3 seconds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Farid! That is so kiasu! What if other people need it??" Jasmine exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid 'flicked' his hair over his shoulder, "I don't care! This is life and death, we sink or swim!" Farid put his hands on Jasmine's shoulders. " We are in this together right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jasmine looked up, "Er ya, I guess so. But Farid..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Yes? You can tell me anything," Farid said in his usual gentle voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"I need the loo!!! I'm bursting!!!" Jasmine jumped up and down, " Is there a toilet anywhere?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid rolled his eyes, " Arghhh ok.. Yeah there's one beside this store. Walk out and turn left." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jasmine ran out of the building and turned left. Just as Farid said, there was a small shack with a sign 'TANDAS'(malay for toilet) hanging on the front door. Jasmine pushed the door open and ran in. There was just one cubicle and a sink and there wasn't any roof, so she could see up into the night sky. Oh man! She had to squat. How inconvenient could this get? She pulled down her jeans and squatted down while holding her handphone and scrolling through her messages. Shucks, there was no reception. Another of the government's measures to prevent communication.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the meantime, Farid sauntered out of the building and looked around. It was getting quite chilly and he hugged himself. Arghh, the straps of the daypack were cutting into his flesh. He took it off and reached for his bottle of water. Instead, his hand closed around a cold, circular, metallic object. He pulled the object out. It was dark green and round, fitting perfectly into his palm. There was a ring at the tip, securing it somehow. It was familiar, resembling something he had seen countless times in movies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Farid are you still there? I'm bloody LS-ing. Get me some toilet paper please! Must be that takoyaki we bought just now, damn! Stupid uncle never wash his hands."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Grumble grumble grumble... Farid held his nose and passed some toilet paper from the sink to her. Fancy forgetting the essential when doing big business. Farid quickly ran out of the toilet and let out his breath. Phew! The smell wasn't that pleasant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid walked around the area in front of the convenience store and realised that he was still holding on to the weird metallic object. He scrutinised it and felt an urge to pull the ring at the tip. He knew something would happen but there was usually a time lag before that. Some poisionous gas maybe? Hmmm. Farid closed his thumb and index finger around the ring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whoosh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He pulled it out. It slid out easily but nothing happened. At least, not yet. Farid tapped his finger on his chin. His memory was coming back. Farid's eyes widened. Shit! It was a bloody grenade!!! Without thinking, Farid threw the grenade backwards and squatted. Phew! At least it wasn't in his hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"OUCH! What's this thing?!" Jasmine shouted after a foreign object whacked her on the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid shot up. OH SHUCKS! He had accidentally thrown it into the toilet!!!!! Farid was in a fluster. What should he do? Or more realistically, what could he...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BABOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The explosion rocked the ground and sent a shower of wood, splinters and brownish lumps flying everywhere. After a minute or two, when all Farid could hear was the crackling of flames, he opened his eyes and got up cautiously. The whole place was in a mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The toilet was completely destroyed but the convenience store was miraculously still standing although it looked worse for the wear. Some parts of the ground was covered with some brown gooey stuff and on closer inspection, it smelt and looked like shit. Or rather, it WAS shit... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"WHAT THE HELL!! This whole place is covered in shiiiiiiiiittttttttt!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sheesh, the government cleaners will be swearing their asses off when they clean this mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh man! Poor Jasmine, she died so wrongly because of his carelessness. Worse, the whole place stank and had shit all over the walls. Tears filled his eyes. He had counted on them staying together till the end but who could have expected this to happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid shuddered and took a deep breath (while covering his mouth from the smell of shit). He wiped his tears on his right sleeve and walked back to the store. He had to live for Jasmine. He was indebted to her after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Crack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid removed his foot. It was Jasmine's handphone! He picked it up and wiped away the dust and mud. It was cracked and chipped but surprisingly it was still working (Nokia phones are darn tough). At least there was something to remember her by. He slipped it into his pocket and trudged back to the store, wondering what he should do next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.32 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;C1, First Aid Convenience Store&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Startled by the explosion not far off from the summer mansion, Ms Kwa and Mr Ng (or more affectionately known as 'ping ping' and 'den den'), reached the first aid convenience store within 20 minutes. What they found were the remnants of the toilet and some grass and bushes on fire (and also a stench... of alot of SHIT).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ms Kwa stared at the scene before her. She had to report this back to the headquarters in the school. The lecturer had to be informed of it. After all, she was sent undercover as part of the government secret service but of course her students didn't know that. Not forgetting Dennis too, the truth was that she really liked him but she didn't want to drag him into this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dennis was stoning and looking a bit blur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ms Kwa went up to him and draped her arm across his shoulder, " Hey handsome, I need to take a leak so you stay here and be a good boy yeah?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dennis smiled back at her, man oh man, this woman really made his heart beat faster, " Sure dear, don't be too long. love you!" (gawd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ms Kwa hurriedly blew him a kiss and walked towards the bushes. She sure didn't want anyone to know her real identity. Turning around to make sure she was well-covered by the vegetation, she whipped out her LG UN user-friendly cellphone and punched in the lecturer's number. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Coincidentally, Farid was hiding in the bush right in front of Ms Kwa. He didn't know where to go after the explosion so he decided to take a rest in the deep foilage and unknowingly fell asleep. He woke up to a vaguely familiar voice talking softly but animatedly. Farid strained his ears. He had heard that voice before. Realisation struck him. It was Ms Kwa! His dvpa lecturer. What in the world was she doing here??? Farid kept quiet and listened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;" Yeah hey. Current location at C1, first aid area. Explosion has taken place. Not a very big one but big enough to burn down the toilet ... ... ... yeah ok i'll check for survivors ... ... Dong has caught sight of me already. He ran away ... ... Nope, he doesn't know I'm part of the government ... ... yeah ok, i'll keep you posted. Bye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Farid covered his mouth in shock at the recent revelation. Ms Kwa was a betrayer! She was working for the government! How could she!!! Her back facing Farid, he took the chance to retreat into the bushes, breaking into a quick walk. Thankful that the ground was soft, he hardly made any noise at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ms Kwa turned back. She thought she heard something. Sighing, she slumped her shoulders. It must be all those late nights at the manision causing her to hear things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Looking up, she said to herself, " Did I do the right thing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Without looking back, she walked heavily back out of the bushes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12 students remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 6 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113750369119613104?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113750369119613104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113750369119613104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113750369119613104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113750369119613104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 6'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113401834761024884</id><published>2005-12-08T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:42:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest 2 - A6&lt;br /&gt;1.30am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Hui, the class rep of DMC 1B04, ran all the way to the North of the Island. He checked his daypack and was shocked to know that his weapon was a PP-19 Bizon sub machine gun. He removed it from the daypack and scrutinised it. He lifted it and aimed randomly at a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the side of the house, he contemplated on how to save his ass and salvage the situation. He couldn't think of any ways. Desperation was all there was on his mind. Images of his family at home, his future and his everything flashed in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just couldn't give up everything. He had a bright future (at least that was what he thought) ahead. He wanted to go to university, get a good job, rise up the corporate ladder and make his mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Must I kill? Must I kill?" His mind was frantic. Strong words, forced determination, the questions haunted him continuously. He was going crazy; he might really not survive to get out from this God forsaken hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill! Kill! Kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta taz.. ta ta taz...(footsteps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Hui heard some heavy lugging of feet coming towards his direction. Someone is coming! He got on his feet and hid behind some shrubbery and crouched on all fours. Juan Hui readied his machine gun and waited, in silence. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. Some of it trickled down his temple. He gripped the machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette loomed nearer, the moonlight shone on it casting a ghastly glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Hui held up the SMG and fired. The rain of bullets lodged into the trees. Dong was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's he?" Flustered, Juan Hui scuttled behind some trees and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is he dead? If he is, he should be there, but he's not!!' Juan Hui thought, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to calm himself down, he was breathing heavily. He was scared out of his wits. He had never shot someone with a gun. His irregular pants resounded in the silence of the area. He left the gun beside him, thinking Dong probably ran away, he would be safe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, he saw Dong's shadowy figure moving in front of him. "He's not dead! Now's the chance! I can't fail this time!' Juan Hui thought. He fired at Dong, this time all shots met the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh!!" With that Dong collapsed with a heavy 'thud'. The piles of leaves rustled. "He must.. be dead now..." Shocked out of his wits, Juan Hui couldn't even speak properly. He had killed someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He staggered back and slumped again a tree trunk. He suddenly had a dizzy spell. It was revolting, having to kill a friend. He dropped the SMG and buried his face into his soil covered hands. He was so caught up with his thoughts, not noticing the click of the SMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk tsk, FUCK! CL? We're classmates, right?" Dong smirked, cocking the SMG and aimed point-blank into Juan Hui's terror-stricken face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong had been lying down on the ground, waiting for a chance to get Juan Hui off guard. On seeing him dropping the weapon, Dong moved stealthily towards Juan Hui's lean frame and grabbed the SMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong was actually wandering around in the woods (he was lost) when he saw Juan Hui sitting by the house. Thinking that Juan Hui was resourceful person, he had wanted to approached Juan Hui and ask for a partnership which would increase their chances of survival, not knowing that he would shoot at him. If not for the crack of the twig, he would have been shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Dong, look, I..." Juan Hui spoke, his voice wavering as he crawled towards Dong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK OFF!!" Dong cocked the SMG and aimed at Juan Hui's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Hui fell back, his face pale with fear, he never felt such fear and desperation before, he's gonna die now!!! The continual fear haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong paced towards Juan Hui, the SMG still held up. Desperate, Juan Hui made a mad dash further into the forest; he sped off into the darkness. The falls of his footsteps became distant. Juan Hui had escaped, leaving all of his belongings. His daypack and sadly, his weapon and the ammunition, he was defenceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong scouted the area for Juan Hui's stuff and spotted them lying around the perimeters of the house. He grabbed his schoolbag and the daypack and left the forest, it was too dangerous there. He was out in the open and could barely see in the dark. Dong unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it haphazardly into his day pack. He was wearing a bullet-proof vest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest 1 - D4&lt;br /&gt;2.25 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwyn's breathing was getting shallower and more irregular. He knew he didn't have much time left. There was a rustle in the leaves a few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Someone was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rustle sounded again. Alwyn closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to see who it was. Ah who cares. He was gonna die soon anyway. He peeped and saw a black cat a few feet away in a crouching position staring at him. The cat turned and ran into the bushes. Alwyn relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene held up his Merkel Model 360EL shotgun and moved swiftly through the bushes. He stopped and checked his location. He was nearing the beach. About a hundred metres more. He heard something. Straining his ears, he moved towards his right. There it was again. Someone was breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene felt a rush of adrenaline surging through him. He was itching to pull the trigger of his gun. The excitement of killing someone was intense. He was getting closer to whoever was making that noise. Peeping through a hole in the leaves, he saw Alwyn lying on the ground, curled up and sweating profusely. The grass beneath him was stained red and a small puddle was forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene took a step forward and pointed his gun at Alwyn's head. The urge to kill was getting stronger. "Yawn." Eugene thought. Alwyn still had no idea that Eugene was behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metal was cool in his hand as Eugene he slung the shotgun over his right shoulder. With a satisfied smirk, he thought, that was pretty easy, and hey, to survive he had to do it. Eugene glanced back at the lifeless body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, Alwyn's head was blasted off the shoulders. He didn't have time to cry out. He died immediately. The head felt on the soft grass with a soft 'thud'. It rolled quite some distance from the corpse, leaving a trail of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene advanced towards the lifeless body, and searched the pockets. He uncovered a swiss knife. As he set the blade, the moonlight gleamed against it, casting an eerie light on Eugene's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, Eugene drove the blade into Alwyn's chest. Blood spurted out in all directions. As if it wasn't enough, Eugene ripped the blade downwards, tearing through the chest, exposing the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, sharp stuff we got here," Eugene remarked as he tugged the knife out, fingering the tip of the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He almost couldn't recognise Alwyn. It was too disfigured and stained with blood. Lifting Alwyn's daypack and his on his back, Eugene disappeared into the forest without a second glance back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.00 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway Blues starts to play over the loud speakers located all over the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello everybody! We're into the seventh hour of the game! I hope you all are still doing your best in completing the game! Ok, we have another guy down. Male Student No. 3, Chan Lang Xiu Alwyn. The forbidden zone added for the next hour is A7. It will be activated at 4 am. So mark that down and keep on guard! Out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Mansion - C3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.16am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some walking, Dong got himself out of the forest (finally, after going around in circles) and stumbled upon a luxurious mansion. He looked around. It didn't seem to have any trace of people being here, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed the double doors and expecting it to not budge (who wouldn't lock a mansion sia). To his amazement, the grand double doors flung open on their hinges with a soft creak. Dong scaled the stairs to check out the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo, this is some pretty cool shit~ Look at this," he said, as he held up a glass antique, the light reflecting off it in different directions. Suddenly, he heard voices from one of the rooms. He panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved to each door along the long corridor to find out which room the voices come from. He stuck his ear against a door and listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh!!" Dong winced as he heard some "funny" noises in the room. Who were in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Standing around ain't gonna help things, man," Dong muttered under his breath and readied the SMG while he held the doorknob. He twisted it and pushed open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind was processing what he saw very slowly. He couldn't picture who they were but he could tell it was a man and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dong's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he had the shock of his life!! He gasped and stepped out of the room, slamming the door and leaned on his back against the wooden door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh God, please tell me I'm seeing things...' Dong thought in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to confirm what he saw was real, he opened the door again and again had the shock of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my f**kin hell, what is wrong with this place!!!” Dong swore as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DENNIS NG AND KWA LAY PING!! (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell are you guys doing here!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We..We're here for... for a holiday(scandalous) and we erm.. missed the last bus home. We tried calling out but there wasn't any reception since yesterday. And now we are trapped in this island, heh heh," Dennis laughed uncomfortably as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of some funny red marks on his face whch looked like lipstick prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU AND MS KWA?? HERE ON A HOLIDAY????? JESUS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you another time. What are you doing here?" Ms Kwa smoothen the creases in her clothes and raked her fingers through her rapidly thinning hair, trying to escape the questioning. Her eyes blinking guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I might not have a next time! I might be dying soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Ms Kwa and Dennis exchanged puzzled looks and directed their vision towards Dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our class has been choosen for this year Battle Royale!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! Where are the rest??" Ms Kwa was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of us are dead already. sigh* We got to think of a way out of here!! If only Bob was here. He would be smart enough to think of a way out!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon thinking of Bob, Dong took his SMG and daypack and ran out of the house, leaving Dennis and Ms Kwa behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be back. Wait for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13 students remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Chapter 5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(von editor' notes: hey sorry to all for posting this late haha we didnt hav time to write and it aint nice to rush the writers to write~~ But anyways, this is my fav chapter so far~ finally, appearance of dennis and ms kwa is up. And dun kill us, read the disclaimer on top!! stay tuned for more blood and gore, ciaoz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113401834761024884?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113401834761024884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113401834761024884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113401834761024884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113401834761024884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 5'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113313741876586121</id><published>2005-11-28T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:39:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/IMG_1623.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 488px; height: 380px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_1623.0.jpg" border="0" height="290" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry guys. map will be darkened and edited soon. temp map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deserted house - C8&lt;br /&gt;10.30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing 11 pm. The first announcement would be made soon. Joan had finally found Su-Fern huddling in the bushes at B8. Su-Fern was so freaked out that she was shaking uncontrollably when Joan had first found her but she was less afraid now. Now they were currently hiding out in a deserted house located at C8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joan, I really don't want to play this crazy game. I can't imagine us killing each other!" Su-Fern whispered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too, that's why I looked for you in the first place. I knew you wouldn't play along with this game," Joan looked at Su-Fern intently. "Frankly, you and Rachel are the only people I trust now." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su-Fern pulled out a bottle of water from her daypack and a pair of chopsticks fell out. Joan picked it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is your weapon?" She asked in disbelief. "What are you supposed to do with it? Eat maggi mee?" Joan really felt like laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su-Fern sighed, "Wah lao. Even my weapon sucks. Not that I'll be using it anyway. So what's our plan Joan? Are we going to wait it out till the time limit is up? I'm definitely sure that I'm not going to play the game. It's sadistic." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su-Fern thought of her family, Jasper, her Bai Ma Wang Zi (BMWZ) and her church. How could she leave all of them behind? She was still so young and she was leaving for her trip to East Timor in 4 days time! How could this be happening? Classmates killing each other? It was unheard of. The government was nuts man! She closed her eyes. She would rather kill herself than let others kill her. Yes, this would be her resolve. But she would not influence Joan's choice. She already knew what she should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su-Fern pasted a fake smile on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Joan, let's not worry so much about this. I brought some M&amp;Ms along. Wanna share?"&lt;br /&gt;Joan, being her usual self, grabbed a whole handful of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach 1 - D4&lt;br /&gt;10.55 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was walking along the beach . She could see Orion's Belt in the velvety night sky. It was beautiful weather, perfect for a stroll along the beach. But too bad reality spoilt it all. She really couldn't believe that she had landed herself in this crazy and sadistic game. She hoped she could find Su-Fern and Joan. Three heads were better than one. She hoped that their weapons would be better than hers. Who in the right mind would include a magnifying glass as a weapon? And a large one too! To scrutinise blood platelets? Heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Testing testing 1, 2, 3... (Highway Blues starts to play) Hello, everyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the lecturer could be heard loud and clear. "How are you guys doing? Still killing I hope. Ok, here's the list of those who went down earlier in the night. Female Student No. 4, Ng Soo Li Theresa. Female Student No. 6, Woo Yin Yin. Female Student No. 3, Soh Pe Wen. Oh yes! The forbidden zones are E6 and they will be activated in an hour's time, at 12 am. Remember to mark it on your map! Ok, get some guys killed! That's all for the night! Keep it up! Out!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception cut off. Rachel gasped. Some people were actually playing the game. Pe Wen and Yin Yin... Yin zai! She didn't even get to speak to her for the last time. One less person to call her ‘plant’. Thinking hard, Rachel wondered who could have possibly killed Yin Yin. Trying hard not to accuse Yvonne in her mind, Rachel sighed. She would refuse to believe that the two good friends would actually battle each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it made Yvonne a suspect, so it would be better to stay out of her way. Besides, there was no way she could confront Yvonne, considering how potentially ruthless Yvonne could be (and naturally was). Rachel wouldn't kill, but just run and stay away from the potential killers. It' was too wrong. Everything was just so wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel suddenly saw a figure a good 20 feet away. She quickly ran into the shadows, into the trees. She had to run, in order to survive. Who can she really trust anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Don't run!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwyn was desperately trying to chase after the figure in front. The figure did not stop, but instead gained more speed and disappeared into the night. Stopping to catch his breath, Alwyn gave up the chase. Why would the person run? Didn't it make sense that no one should play this game? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting by a tree, Alwyn reminiscence about his life in school. He was so sad and depressed. So much for his enjoyable life in school. All the roads he had planned for himself. All had to just disappeared like that, unless he took part in this ridiculous game. Tragic, definitely. Just like anybody, he will miss his loved ones most, his family, his dog, his... girlfriend. He definitely missed all these feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavily, Alwyn took his map out from his daypack. Too bad for Yin Yin and Pe Wen, their lives in the game were so short-lived. He quickly marked the forbidden zones. He sure didn't want to die by exploding. Stuffing his map back into his daypack, he took out his weapon, a steel wire. He could strangle some people with it man. But did he have the will and guts to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot rang through the air. Alwyn suddenly felt a hot sensation tearing through his left shoulder. He shrieked with pain and bent over. He covered his arm with his right hand which was soon stained red with blood. He was SHOT!!! But by who? He whirled around, trying to spot his assailant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG BANG!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more shots rang out and lodged themselves in Alwyn's chest and stomach. He swore under his breath as he doubled over and fell to the ground. The searing pain was ripping through his whole body and cold sweat broke out on him. Alwyn lay shaking on the ground, curled up in a foetus position as the pool of blood around him widened. He felt faint from the sudden loss of blood and he felt that all energy was being sucked out of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HAVE TO HOLD ON!" He thought in his mind. He couldn't even turn his head now. It took too much effort. He lay on the ground, hoping that whoever who shot him would just disappear and leave him alone. Not knowing what would befall, he dropped his head back in the grass, wincing at the pain which tore through his chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 students remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 4 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113313741876586121?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113313741876586121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113313741876586121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113313741876586121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113313741876586121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 4'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113272385629384395</id><published>2005-11-27T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:41:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 students remaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Residential Area~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, who was the first to leave, rushed 100m out of the school compound(1st forbidden zone) searching for some shelter. Having decided on a secluded and dark spot in the residential areas, he sat down. It was still raining from the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rummaged through his issued day pack and laid out, a map of the island, a marker, a packet of dried rations, 3 1 litre bottles of mineral water, Merkel Model 360EL - Side by Side (SxS) Shotgun and 3 boxes of buckshot rounds, a lot more than enough to kill the class. A cold twisted smile crossed his face as he ran his fingers against the cool metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the marker, he took his cap (Suicidal Tendencies) and cancelled the "Su" and wrote "Hom". It now wrote "Homicidal Tendencies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a cold twisted smile, he rested and thought of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan had passed a note to Su-Fern telling her to meet south of the school around 400m. Joan ran immediately to the said place, not caring how her hair was all dirty and messy as the cold wind hit hard against her face. It was all so quick and ridiculous... in two days time it would be her own birthday. She wanted to live. But even in this stage of panic who can she really trust? Su-Fern, yes, i can trust her, she thought. Suffy, as most of the class called, was a very nice and sweet girl who wouldn't harm a fly. This was the chance Joan took on and with that, she decided to meet Suffy and another area of this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another part of the island, Jasmine was shaking her phone frantically as she paced in circles, in frustration and fear, "Is Farid lost? He should be here earlier than me..." Jasmine thought... there was weirdly no reception on the island. Could they all been shipped so far that no network can be traced, even from auto-roaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~SCENE : Forest 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Yin Yin ran far with their cheetah speed, sped away from the school compound, afraid that they might get killed if they walked. Yvonne couldn't take it anymore because the last time she ran was her sec 4 NAPFA test. Hence, both of them decided to settle down behind some thick bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Yvonne kept a watchful eye around their surroundings, Yin took out her map and observed it. The map looked very familiar to her, as if she had been there many times. She couldn't put a name to it but she was sure she knew this place. Scrutinising the map, she called out to Yvonne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Von, there might be a possibility that we can escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne stood behind Yin Yin, catching her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, but that is where I need your help. Help me von!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her mind, Yvonne thought silently, what was the whole objective of this ridiculous game. she cursed her luck and swore off about the entire game. She blamed everything around her. it did begin to seem like a reality that she could possibly die. But this fear, overwhelmed her, and her usual gutso self, decided to come up with a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her mind, she wanted to live so desperately. She wanted to live her life and carry on with it. She couldn't afford to simply die in such a pathetic place. Considering all the factors, an ice cold decision was made in her heart, or what so ever that remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new found determination, her eyes were now void of emotion, steely and cold. Without any hesitation, Yvonne silently reached for the knife in her daypack and stabbed at Yin Yin on her back again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood spurted out, flying into Yvonne's eyes. Her vision turned red, but she continued her assault, each stab came harder than the previous. Yin Yin's back was in a bloody mess, her bones and flesh showing. It was a horrible sight, Some of the flesh were hacked away from Yin Yin's back, now plopped onto the ground beside her almost lifeless body, in a red puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin Yin laid in her own pool of blood. Her face was ghastly, the life slowly draining out of her, blood gushed out from her mouth and nose. She coughed blood and flesh from her internal organs. Her eyes were blood-shot, the veins showed so intensely, showing the hate and betrayal she felt against Yvonne. They were classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne walked towards Yin Yin, and drove the blade straight into her face, instant death. The blade pierced through her head. Yvonne tried pulling out the blade, it was stuck. She shook and tugged at it, at no avail. She was getting annoyed; she shouldn't spend so much time on a dead body. Someone might find her. She had to remove the blade, fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a strong flick of her wrist, she twirled the blade in a full circle; Yin Yin didn't look like Yin Yin anymore, the "Lian" everyone knew had been killed and beaten to pulp. How to? When there was a 5cm wide hole in her face. The blade was bloodied and brain juice trickled down the blade. Yvonne sliced through the air to clear the blade of blood and body liquids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was in a terrible mess. Yvonne's face and body were covered with Yin Yin's blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Yin, but it's a game, can't be a game if we don't follow the rules...I can't care less." She smiled, looking very sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't feel a tinge of remorse. In fact, there was this adrenaline pumping in her, she never felt such excitement before. She flung Yin's daypack over her shoulder and stepped over Yin Yin's corpse. Survival of the fittest is definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~SCENE : Beach 2~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huijie and Pewen walked to Beach 2. Pewen was still tramautized by how Theresa had died in front of her. Huijie was trying to calm Pewen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huijie.. Leave me alone...I wanna be alone." Pewen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..I'll wait there. Don't do anything stupid!" Huijie replied, looking worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huijie sat by the beach, munching into her rations, while looking out into the sea. She spotted the guard ship. "We really can't get out of here," She thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pewen was standing in the sea. She too, looked far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huijie opened her bag and fiddled around with her weapon,S&amp;W .38 Double Action (US - Revolver - .38 S&amp;amp;W) . It was a rather high ranking weapon in the game; she might survive if she put her weapon to good use... She raised her head abruptly, wanting to tell Pewen about it. To her horror, Pewen was floating on the surface, her face, downwards. Her body floated along with the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huijie was dumbfounded. She threw down the revolver, and scrambled off the sand, stumbling into the sea to grab Pewen, to see if she was still alive. It was too late. Pewen was gone; her face was bloated with seawater, her face, soaked pale blue. Huijie lugged Pewen's body to the seaside and broke down into helpless sobs. Her shoulders heaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERESA IS GONE!! AND NOW YOU TOO!!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't realise an hour had already passed since she cried beside Pewen's body. Wiping her tears, she stood up and trudged towards Pewen daypack, she checked the contents. Similar amount of rations and water, there wasn't a weapon in there... There was a... sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cursed her luck and spoke softly to the wind, "I have to keep living, Pewen, Theresa. Watch over me." With that, she walked off, picking up the daypack along and made her way towards the forest north of Beach 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 students remaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 3 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113272385629384395?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113272385629384395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113272385629384395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113272385629384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113272385629384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 3'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113262510278792504</id><published>2005-11-25T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:38:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, now that I've got your attention, shall we begin?" The lecturer rubbed his palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let me introduce myself first. I am sent from the government to take charge of the Program this year. Your lucky class has been chosen for the Program this year. Congratulations!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob stood up,"What the hell is going on? And what are these things around our necks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer chuckled, "Relax, sit down. I'll explain it to you soon enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob couldn't understand what was happening. He had been to the TNP newsroom before and nothing like this had happened. This was out of the ordinary! Considering all these factors, he sat down reluctantly and quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys must be wondering where you are and what I'm doing here. You may not believe it when I tell you but..." He clapped his hand, smirked and pointed to everyone, "You people are supposed to kill each other till only one survivor is left. Simple game, simple rules. Do you understand?" The lecturer smiled wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joan! Shhh!" Eugene (Male Student No. 1) whispered. He couldn't fathom what was happening as well and glancing around at the rest of the class, they were also in a daze. He turned his attention back to the lecturer. He didn't like the smile on his face. What he was saying certainly didn't sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwyn raised his hand up, "Sir! Can you please explain what you mean exactly? I'm afraid we don't really understand what you are saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectuerer threw his head back and laughed,"You numbskulls! Isn't it quite clear? Just kill each other!! Anyway, I need to tell you all the details. Firstly, the Progr-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me!" Pe Wen boldly took a step forward,"You mean you want us to kill each other? How can that be possible??? These are my classmates!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer shrugged. "Does it matter who they are to you? It's either kill or get killed. Well anymore outcries? If not I shall mov-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, let me out of here! I don't want to die!" Theresa screamed in agony, and lurched forward, holding on to the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This... Is beginning to irritate me." He reached into his pocket and took out what seemed like a remote control. Shoving Theresa to the ground, he pressed a button, and following it was a sound of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ti... ... ... ... Ti... ... ... ... Ti... ... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that sia?" Rachel (Female Student No. 11) whirled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned towards Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHH!!! What's happening?!" Theresa screamed. "Why is this thing beeping?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ti... ... ... Ti... ... ... Ti... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer looked up. "You really shouldn't have irritated me. But oh well, it's too late for regrets. Buh bye!" He waved and winked at Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ti... ... Ti... ... Ti... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!!!" Theresa frantically yanked the collar around her neck, almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer sighed. "In simple terms, you have just set off the explosive device in the collar by trying to force it open. It detects a foreign force trying to unlock the collar and automatically sets off the timer for the explosive. Don't worry, it'll be over... In a few seconds time." He pulled his left sleeve up a little and glanced at his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa looked stunned, her jaw hanging open. She turned to Pe Wen. "Help me!!!! You gotta help MEEEE!!!!" She pulled hysterically at Pe Wen's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ti... Ti.. Ti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time space between each beep was getting closer. There wasn't much time left till... Till what? Pe Wen felt lost. She couldn't believe what was happening before her very eyes. Here was Theresa, her poly mate and she was going to die in a matter of seconds? It sounded like a very horrible nightmare. If what the lecturer said about the collar was true, then Theresa didn't have much time left. How could she die like this? She shook her head in disbelief. Tears started to fill her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theresa! You gotta calm down! Don't panic!" Pe Wen shouted while shaking Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late. Theresa was on the verge of breaking down. Her face was enitrely red and tears were pouring down her face. Theresa suddenly let go of Pe Wen and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Tiiiiiiiiiii!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa's collar exploded without warning. A fountain of dark red liquid spurted out from her neck (which was now a bloody hole situated between the head and shoulders) and splattered onto Pewen. Theresa bent down on her kness and fell face forward, both hands still clutching the half-burnt collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gawd!!" Su-Fern put her hands to her mouth. Everyone gasped in shock and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let this be a lesson to all of you. Don't ever meddle with your collars. Or at least meddle with me. Or else you'll end up like her." The lecturer gestered to the face down Theresa. "Ok, enough disruptions. Let's move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand. "Sit down everyone. It's going to take about ten minutes and you should all listen carefully. As I had said earlier, welcome to the Program. This is a game of survival and only the strongest survive. This game will last for &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; whole days starting from the time you step out of this classroom. The game may also end earlier if there is a winner before the &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; day limit is up. Each of you will be provided with a daypack consisting of 3 1-litre bottles of water, bread rations, a torchlight, the map of the island and your weapon. Each of your weapons will be different, some of you may be lucky, some not so. Forbidden zones and the list of dead people will be announced every &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; hours. If you enter these zones after a certain time, your collars' explosive device will activate and you will end up like dear Theresa here." He pointed to the lifeless body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So remember to take note of the forbidden zones. First announcement will be made at 2300 hours. After you leave the school, it will become a forbidden zone straight away and anyone within 100 metres radius of the school will explode. Ok! Enough said. I'm sure you all understand the rules of the game so let's bring in the daypacks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer snapped his fingers and two soldiers entered, pushing a trolley piled high with daypacks. Two other soldiers carried a body bag in and placed it on the floor. The lecturer walked to the bag and pulled the zip open. The contents inside the bag was a mixture of parts, all red and soaked. Some parts look vaguely familiar... like body parts. Most of the ligaments have been dismembered, but one particular part of the body, still remained a whole, or what seemed like a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer held the head by the hair(!!!) and placed it on the table. Everyone screamed in shock and fear upon recognizing the all-too-familiar face of their news writing lecturer, Helen Ng. Panicking, everyone scattered and scuttled to the back of the room, screaming. They had already witnessed two dead bodies before them, and this was definitely too much for them to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP! IT'S JUST TWO DEAD BODIES! Besides, you guys are gonna deal with some yourselves!" The lecturer barked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fell silent after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'll call your name, step out, take the daypack and leave this area. Lucky starter no.1! Eugene Lim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the massacre begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16 students remaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 2 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113262510278792504?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113262510278792504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113262510278792504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113262510278792504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113262510278792504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 2'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113262434740038846</id><published>2005-11-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:37:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2nd December 2005. 4.00pm Rainy day. Field trip to "The New Paper" for DMC1B04's News Writing module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before boarding the bus, NW lecturer, Helen Ng marked the class attendance. Everyone was present, the class strength is at full 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back row of seats can be seen with Bob(Male Student No. 4) and Alwyn(Male Student No. 3) , as usual, performing some "gay sex scene". Dong (Male Student No. 6) watches them and records it down with his handphone video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt; are just hanging out together and doing their own things. Yinyin(Female Student No. 6) and Nisa(Female Student No.7) are playing "scissors paper stone". Nisa, as usual, will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiao dang&lt;/span&gt; and then go mad a bit here and there. Yvonne-chan(Female Student No. 9) is BUSY using the class rep Juan Hui's(Male Student No. 2) laptop to surf her japanese forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side of the bus, another group of girls talks amongst themselves. Huijie (Female Student No. 10) is busy chatting away about "Project Superstar" with her friends Pe Wen(Female Student No. 3) and Theresa(Female Student No.4). Basically, almost everyone is busy with their own stuffs and the bus is so blardy noisy that no one can hear what Helen Ng wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one lecturer came up the bus and SHOUTED really loudly. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?? CAN ALL OF YOU PLEASE SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN, show some respect to your poor lecturer here!!!" That lecturer looks familar. YAA..He was the one who scolded the class the previous time in the lab for disturbing his class. CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne screamed, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ittai nani ga hoshitenda? damatte-yo, bakayaro&lt;/span&gt;." (translate into "what the hell do you want? get out of here, stupid bastard.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marking our attendance, the bus set off to "The New Paper" (TNP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel started to take out her camera and take "zi lian" (self-obsession) PICTURES with yin yin and Joan. SNAP SNAP SNAP!!! The next moment, Yin Yin suddenly felt very tired, so she went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Joan continued snapping pictures of themselves. Rachel felt that the bus was really quiet, so she turned around and realised that everyone felt asleep. When Rachel was about to turn back to tell Joan about it, Joan felt asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, she noticed something different about the bus driver. The bus driver is actually wearing a MASK!!!! She began to panick. However, for the next 1minute, she fell asleep too despite trying to keep her eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;~~~ interlude for travel time ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.00pm. The class is sprawled out on the floor in a dark empty classroom. There is absolute silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa wakes up with a start. The last thing she remembered was irritaing Yvonne and then feeling drowsy and falling asleep. Nisa suddenly felt suffocated. She reached for her neck and her fingers tightened around something metal and hard. What the hell was this thing and where was this place? The windows and doors were shut and there was no telling where they were or what time of the day it was. Nisa was only sure of one thing, this wasn't the TNP newsroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the class started to wake up and move around. They sat up and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the heck is this place?!" - Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, handphone no batt!" - Jasmine (Female Student No. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" - Joan, with blur look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Ms Ng?" - Hui Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volume of the room increased. No one knew where they were or what exactly had happened during the bus trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob stood up, "Hey guys! Let's try to find a way out of here instead of doing nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started to get up when BOOM! The door suddenly flung open and the lights came on. Su-Fern (Female Student No. 2)  blinked her eyes. It was too bright to see who had entered. When her eyes had gotten used to the light she saw that the lecturer who scolded the class had entered. Strange? What was he doing here and where exactly were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- End of Chapter 1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-2.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-3.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-4.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-5.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-6.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/plays-menacing-music-from-prison-break.html"&gt;BR CHAPTER 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-2b04-edition.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BR CHAPTER 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113262434740038846?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113262434740038846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113262434740038846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113262434740038846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113262434740038846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition-chp-1.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - CHP 1'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113253531426967580</id><published>2005-11-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:10:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/usnovel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/usnovel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FICTIONAL&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND CAST IS &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DEATH TIMINGS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Battle Royale Dmc 1B04 ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from the original Battle Royale film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabricated by: Joan and Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Edited by: Eugene and Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/shiroiwaclasspic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entire cast is taken from &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;, School of Business, Diploma in Media and Communications, Year 1 students from the 4th class (sem 2).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/SPlogoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/SPlogoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form Teacher (PTN):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Dennis Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturers involved:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DMC 1B04 class list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) Lim Zhi Yong Eugene&lt;br /&gt;2) Tan Juan Hui&lt;br /&gt;3) Chua Si Min Joan&lt;br /&gt;4) Chan Lang Xiu Alwyn&lt;br /&gt;5) Raja "BoB" Ashraff Bin Raja Khalif&lt;br /&gt;6) Chang Su-Fern&lt;br /&gt;7) Soh Pe Wen&lt;br /&gt;8) Ng Soo Li Theresa&lt;br /&gt;9) Yeo Shuya Jessica&lt;br /&gt;10) Woo Yin Yin&lt;br /&gt;11) Muhammad Farid Angullia&lt;br /&gt;12) Khairunnisa Binte Mohamed&lt;br /&gt;13) Koo Baoxuan Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;14) Lim Fang Hui Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;15) Heng Hui Jie&lt;br /&gt;16) Kee Wan Ting Rachel&lt;br /&gt;17) Dong Tianzhao &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- end of introduction -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113253531426967580?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113253531426967580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113253531426967580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113253531426967580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113253531426967580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/battle-royale-dmc-1b04-edition.html' title='BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION - INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113222960373346597</id><published>2005-11-17T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:13:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS PINGSTER'S BLOG AR!!!</title><content type='html'>So dead here~~ So... Fukkatsu (japanese for resurrection)... Blogging for the sake of blogging, lol.. Sian ar, after 3 days of looking through alot of blogs (you name it: kids' blogs, teen blogs, sex blogs [walaoeh] and other foreign language blogs) in my conquest to find pingster's, I give up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sad to say this sem the modules pretty much sucked. The few modules I like starting form the 1st sem are: ITB (wahaha free access time), ICP (nap time), DTP (this one the most productive for last sem) and this sem's DVPA... But seriously, so pathetic sia... The other modules are so dry la &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(think IPRA, FUNE), &lt;/span&gt; that they've gradually turned into nap time~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la, forward module loh~~ And to those who say I always say but never happen right, this time sure will happen, for IPRA sleep and slack la, listen to iPod the previous lecture la~~ Ahaha, sian diao~~ Oh and Andrew Ang needs to prepare his lecture beforehand not as in directly BEFORE THE LECTURE, but even earlier, like a day ago and get his facts instead of reading off the trans which I believe the majority of DMC or maybe the whole would know how to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;save our asses&lt;/span&gt;, I put disclaimers for the Resident Evil Story, coz Joan thinks we might get sued which I think is highly impossible... Closed down, maybe. But sued, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so to rach and joan and maybe gene whose writing the next dmc04 chronicles: Battle Royale, put this in your entries for the Battle Royale&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, got that, a bit mafan but won't die, &lt;strong&gt;right!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty...Tomorrow I got GEMS!!! SIANZZzzzz... Pon~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;~lao niang aka von~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113222960373346597?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113222960373346597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113222960373346597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113222960373346597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113222960373346597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-pingsters-blog-ar.html' title='WHAT IS PINGSTER&apos;S BLOG AR!!!'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113212033109096300</id><published>2005-11-16T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:37:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/sentosa093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/sentosa093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue is at T2031 having gems cartoon and animation.&lt;br /&gt;bored out of our skulls so decided to blog blog blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the gist...&lt;br /&gt;feeling bored lately because of the early and draggy morning classes?&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; joanie&lt;/span&gt;, the zi lian girls, are here to entertain you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plans of &lt;strong&gt;BATTLE ROYALE DMC 1B04 EDITION&lt;/strong&gt; are well under way.&lt;br /&gt;any ideas are welcomed! be it crazy or wacky!&lt;br /&gt;now you can do the unthinkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLOTTING YOUR OWN DEATH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't know wad battle royale is all about,&lt;br /&gt;check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.battleroyalefilm.net"&gt;www.battleroyalefilm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then we meet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113212033109096300?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113212033109096300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113212033109096300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113212033109096300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113212033109096300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/introducing.html' title='introducing...'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113163577664110559</id><published>2005-11-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:16:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another class story??</title><content type='html'>Hey, trying liven up this place so I was thinking of writing yet another story about the class... Well, though the first wasn't written by me... But hey!! Anyways, I was thinking of writing 'Lost' dmc04 style la... Well coz was watching this jap drama that had the students trapped and in a town coz they know something that is not supposed to be known, ok did ya get that?? Yeah, so a lil like lost but the drama came out like 8 years ago so should be 'Lost' copying a lil of the plot~~ The story will be coming up pretty soon, I hope... Well, I have the topic already but I'll hafta to sort out the scenes and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not be as funny as the resident evil story but hey practice makes perfect besides I not so good at writing humor, I'll try my hand on writing haha I stop writing after I got to Sec 3 coz my eng teacher was an A$$...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ciaoz~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113163577664110559?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113163577664110559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113163577664110559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113163577664110559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113163577664110559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-class-story.html' title='Another class story??'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113154716661386330</id><published>2005-11-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:41:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another rare post..</title><content type='html'>Well this is another rare post from me..&lt;br /&gt;first of all..CONGRATS EVERYONE! NONE OF US FORWARDS ANY MODULE AND WE ARE 1B04!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whats up these days? well we are into our 2nd week of school after a well deserved break and still assimilating back to the system..we do new subjects and quite challenging too..these are my perhaps lousy or you may say crappy perceptions of the modules we are doing this semester:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNE-Fundamentals of Econs...firstly we've got a weird teacher, who has a funny way of laughing her head off(Alwyn can make a good impersonation of it..Hahaha). FUNE, by itself looks scary coz..&lt;br /&gt;FUNE+RAL=FUNERAL-got it? K..so better pay attention to this particular module or it will be ur FUNERAL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP- Web Publishing..this module is being taught by a motherly lecturer..like its predecessor,ITB..this lessons are for surfing the web..or you can say another few hours of surfing the net or doing your internet updates of friendster, blogs, forums and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW-News Writing..haizz this can be abit dry coz all the time it's more like news reading rather than writing! when are we actually learning how to write? taught by a nice lecturer who is new to the poly and tries her best to keep some of us awake coz it's just her luck really to have our class mostly in the afternoon and the end of the day when we are so used to napping during the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPRA-Introduction to Public Relations and Advertising..ARGHHH! I have no comments about the lecturer but one thing he is funny without him knowing it! So in other words quite innoccent especially for his age..&lt;br /&gt;This module is abit like F.O.M..but more in detail about Advertising and PR which is part of Promotional Tools (4Ps) if you all can recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA-I seriously till today have no IDEA sometimes what does it stands for..=)! Well i think like CD..we all have no IDEA why must we attend such module..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVPA-Digital Video Production and Application..OMG! this module of all really rocks man! This module is one of the main motivation for me to actually wake up early on tuesday mornings(esp when i have to teach the nite b4)..Its really the most exciting and fun module..but comes with a price though..We have a project due in week 4! WEEK 4?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these modules are the common modules that we are all taking together as a class and excludes our respective GEMs(Nisa , You are stuck with me! HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally..i suddenly now have the motivation to work out..so every 2-hour-breaks, i will jog or pump irons at the gym..besides i am going back to my old "flame"-BOXING!(American Boxing not muay thai which i am too bulky for it!)..Pray that this passion of mine will keep on going for its also part of the smoking cessation programme i am taking part in..Yeah so i made up my mind to cut down on my fags! and most importantly smoke..My aim is to celebrate a smoke-free New Year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i shall end with a quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-posted by Bob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113154716661386330?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113154716661386330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113154716661386330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113154716661386330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113154716661386330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-rare-post.html' title='Another rare post..'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113132760066937630</id><published>2005-11-07T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:40:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question mark</title><content type='html'>web publishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;not a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113132760066937630?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113132760066937630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113132760066937630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113132760066937630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113132760066937630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/11/question-mark.html' title='question mark'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-113016290353905884</id><published>2005-10-24T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:49:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the Salon...[ Von, Joanie, Rach and Yinz]</title><content type='html'>Ok, Went out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't join us cause she got food poisoning... Rest well ya~&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Salon called &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hair inn"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooo, sounded cool ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Mcd near "Lau Ba Sa" there to eat lunch with joanie and Von.&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to search for the Salon, which claimed to be located near the 'Prudential".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They moved to " The Arcade" building without updating their webby and their namecards.&lt;br /&gt;So, we bo bian, must go all the way to "The Arcade".&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's not very far away.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..............after about a 10 mins walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Hair Inn"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Like finally???=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one customer inside the store.&lt;br /&gt;So we take a look at the hairstylist first...&lt;br /&gt;they looked quite Pro, so we went in.=)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so joanie and Von begain their hair makeover section.&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to sit there and observe how their hair become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;minute after minute.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!~&lt;br /&gt;I wanna highlight too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Year end!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the "maid" and "photographer" for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she highlight and dye her hair]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she highlight her hair]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After cutting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her hair and getting ready to dye and highlight]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After cutting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her hair, getting ready to highlight]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Action in process....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Having fun!=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanie with her "Tai TAi" face...=/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Tai Tai" and "er Mei lao ni"=X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her "Ah siam" hair=X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanie doing&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hair treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Look like snail?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Von&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hair treatment!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon....=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanie, doing some touching up for her hair...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [front view]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Side view] sooooooooo nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Back view]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Von DONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Damn nice la!~[ Side view]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Back view] Woooooooooooooooooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Success &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hair makeover babes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with her dyed hair! =)nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All 3 done with her&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; beautiful hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!=X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here comes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04 babes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanie and Yinz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Von and Yinz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Von with her hairdresser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/IMG_0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanie with her hairdresser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Though we make alot of noise in the salon, I think the people there were very nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sooooooooo, I guess we'll visit them again???Hha..Year end!!!=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K, We went home after hair section, but we have lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today ya~=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Yinz-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-113016290353905884?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/113016290353905884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=113016290353905884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113016290353905884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/113016290353905884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-at-salon-von-joanie-rach-and-yinz.html' title='A day at the Salon...[ Von, Joanie, Rach and Yinz]'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112947644057081760</id><published>2005-10-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:27:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......................................</title><content type='html'>OK, seems like everyone seems to be occupied with something and can't make it to the chalet... I thought we all agreed that we could go so we booked the chalet... Turned out, many are backing for various reasons, which I find too troublesome to name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: ...disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lao niang~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112947644057081760?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112947644057081760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112947644057081760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112947644057081760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112947644057081760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='......................................'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112917744683657955</id><published>2005-10-13T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:43:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET PLANS - by margaret</title><content type='html'>[EDIT] I thought I'd better make this clear before everyone thinks I am pissed. I always seem to be offending people by the way I write but man, this is my style and I'm really really sorry but I cannot, even if you pay me, be sweet and nice and all sugar &amp; spice esp if I want to get a point across. &lt;b&gt;I. AM. NOT. PISSED.&lt;/b&gt; I'm just direct. And very stressed. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING. [/EDIT] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write anymoree here. If you need to know more details, CALL me. Ask whatever you want before the chalet so that problems won't surface. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet is &lt;h3&gt;17-19 OCT&lt;/h3&gt; please don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2&gt;EVERYBODY PAYS $30 &lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;u&gt;WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE STAYING OVER&lt;/u&gt;. THIS IS TO MAKE THINGS EASIER FOR ME. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why $30? Because the bungalow itself costs $126, and you will need to eat for 3 days. (Those not staying... read the next sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEFT OVER MONEY WILL BE RETURNED TO YOU AS ACCORDING TO THE CONDITIONS OF YOUR STAY AND THE FUNDS USED ON &lt;U&gt;FOOD&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where necessary, your money will be returned when school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112917744683657955?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112917744683657955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112917744683657955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112917744683657955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112917744683657955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/10/chalet-plans-by-margaret.html' title='CHALET PLANS - by margaret'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112861444337262791</id><published>2005-10-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:00:43.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Von is PISSED!!!!</title><content type='html'>K, I'm pissed... Why?? Coz we got a knl (&lt;em&gt;kanalan&lt;/em&gt;, means like shit) table.... Walaoz, I got the news from yin when I was at work just now... After knowing that we got that fake angmoh for you-know-which-module, I sibei sian and pissed totally no mood work sia.. My god, it seemed like we are just so sway that we can never escape from the clutches of evil..... OMBG (oh my bloody god)!!!!!! K, I gonna kill myself in several ways... Feel free to use my ideas on yourselves but you are responsible for your own actions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Burn self with all types of fuels&lt;br /&gt;2)Drink all types of fuels&lt;br /&gt;3)Pierce heart with whatever object in hand&lt;br /&gt;4)Jump in front of a 18-wheeler that's driving at 150km/h&lt;br /&gt;5)Chop your legs with a chopstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, people.... Wanna go ice skating on this coming monday??? Those interested msg me or tag in the class blog~~ arigatou... K back to cursing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya ne~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112861444337262791?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112861444337262791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112861444337262791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112861444337262791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112861444337262791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/10/von-is-pissed.html' title='Von is PISSED!!!!'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112831936457776099</id><published>2005-10-03T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:17:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>........... Ice Skatin, anyone??</title><content type='html'>Hey, ysd spoke to a few ppl... were talking about going out and having fun.... well me, yin, and suffy were saying tt we go ice-skating and learn ice hockey (sorry coz we watched too much 'Pride').... K but i think mebbe can go ice skating at JE dere ya noe ya noe~~ oh not we could do lotsa stuff at JE... we could go k-box, play pool at k-box or ice skate dere~~ or we could do everything since all at JE mwhahaha.... god i'm smart... k, i think most of ya all are busy work or slacking like suffy... but i think can take a day leave or smth to go out... wont die rite if u dun work a day..... so how....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~von~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112831936457776099?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112831936457776099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112831936457776099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112831936457776099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112831936457776099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice-skatin-anyone.html' title='........... Ice Skatin, anyone??'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112744755020272408</id><published>2005-09-23T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:44:54.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october chalet - by margaret</title><content type='html'>CLASS CHALET IS CONFIRMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;17, 18, 19 October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a monday, tuesday and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STRICTLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and i cannot stress this enough) &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;NO OUTSIDERS ALLOWED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Not even for a visit&lt;/u&gt;, not even for eating, obviously not even for staying over. Not even if they need to use the loo, because in the first place, they shouldn't even come. NOT EVEN IF THEY WANNA PAY (for anything). Money isn't the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I sound mean, but Margaret has to do what Margaret has to do, because sadly, clowns do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa, Hui Jie, Jasmine, Farid, Jessica, Pewen!!!! I seldom see you guys tag here but please try to make it for this chalet k?? Put your names down!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers who have taught us are most welcomed. But they can't stay. For very obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of chalet is &lt;b&gt;$126&lt;/b&gt; (including GST).&lt;br /&gt;Each person pays less if more people are going... doh.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has already paid the full amount so we don't have to pay on check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need to plan for food!! we'd discuss this during our sentosa outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE GOING, please edit this post and write your name below. IF YOU ARE STAYING OVER, put ** next to your name. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SUFFY **&lt;br /&gt;2) Von** why need to put star juz put name can le wad zzz -.- &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;(suffy to von: you cannot read meh some wanna go but not staying over, gedddiittttttt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;rach ** &lt;/span&gt;shld be able to stay over but not very sure cos of work&lt;br /&gt;4) yinz** Sld be able to stay! (yinz to rach: take leave la!) =)&lt;br /&gt;5)gene ** dun say should la u all. say STAY. and mean it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;6)Bob (see first coz working 8.30 to 6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112744755020272408?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112744755020272408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112744755020272408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112744755020272408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112744755020272408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/october-chalet-by-margaret.html' title='october chalet - by margaret'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112714498703692644</id><published>2005-09-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:49:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new comic suggestions.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, instead of being productive and studying, i have decided to blog. but first of all, here is the new story for us. SP's world of NINJA.. NARUTO! haha.. i need plenty of help. von muz help k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best is if we had a forum or smth la.. but i will need a cast anyway.. its best to randomize.&lt;br /&gt;chars tt will be included are us.. namely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC1A04.. and maybe SP. as usual. i need ur views on it ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i need plenty of ideas.. cos tis is ridiculously difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EN TARO ADUN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gon3-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112714498703692644?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112714498703692644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112714498703692644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112714498703692644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112714498703692644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-comic-suggestions.html' title='new comic suggestions.'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112704208392170619</id><published>2005-09-18T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:14:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october chalet</title><content type='html'>hello ok just an announcement regarding October chalet if any of you still want. my mum already called up safra tampines and they have this offer for members, &lt;b&gt;$120 for 3 days&lt;/b&gt; in the month of october for 1 bungalow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP FOR IT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know asap cos mum's gotta book early. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-suffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112704208392170619?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112704208392170619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112704208392170619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112704208392170619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112704208392170619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/october-chalet.html' title='october chalet'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112680641393619883</id><published>2005-09-16T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:46:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA OUTING</title><content type='html'>Ok this is the plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR discussed by JOANIE &amp;amp; YINZAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE:&lt;/strong&gt; 29 September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEETING PLACE:&lt;/strong&gt; Habourfront mrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME:&lt;/strong&gt; 10AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRESS CODE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually NO PARTICULAR DRESS CODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1-2 sets of beach clothes&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 set of nice nice clothes...(coz we will be having dinner at seoul after our outing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER!! NO JEANS OR SKIRT FOR BEACH CLOTHES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR OUR PROGRAMME WILL BE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;(not yet confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME PLAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am: MEET&lt;br /&gt;10.30am: Reach sentosa&lt;br /&gt;4pm: Bathe and change&lt;br /&gt;5pm: LEAVE FOR SEOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will be updated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANAGEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 2-3 people in charge of the sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;2) 1-2 in charge of other food&lt;br /&gt;3)1-2 in charge of drinks&lt;br /&gt;4)2-3 in charge of tents and other logistics&lt;br /&gt;(will be updated too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by: JOANIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112680641393619883?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112680641393619883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112680641393619883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112680641393619883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112680641393619883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/sentosa-outing.html' title='SENTOSA OUTING'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112662630720403502</id><published>2005-09-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:53:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final chapter of the Resident Evil DMC style. You guys waited for it! And now you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;survivor equip list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: dual handguns (low ammo) and fire axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;halberd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;: twin short swords/ knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they have concocted the antivirus.. They will drink of it... Now that weird feeling of hunger will dissapate. They have to get out now. but first, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Editor(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;): I will write it as if its &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON's&lt;/span&gt; perspective.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; VON&lt;/span&gt; you can edit the text in your own type manner.]&lt;br /&gt;[Editor VON: ok~~ btw can i change to me surviving?? haha kidding la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside CLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?! It's becoming very tiring. Time now is 4.55am. Crap, its frigging stuffy now. We have to reach &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; and kill him.. Before he even gets away with the truth. Chiong ar!&lt;br /&gt;6 zombies around the corner. We have to fight two each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; shoots her guns at a zombie. no more ammo. switch to fireaxe. first zombie dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; dodges a swipe from other zombie, and uses the axe to swing across its head. INSTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH &lt;/span&gt;uses her halberd to deflect multiple swings of the zombie. Suddenly another zombie grabs her from behind!! (oh no) Was about to bite her neck but she swings the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;halberd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into the zombie's face. Zombie dies. Second zombie comes but &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH &lt;/span&gt;dodges and hammers it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; runs at top speed and slices dices out of the two zombies. WICKED SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; stops, and eats a weird pill.. Suddenly!! He becomes just like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;NEMESIS!&lt;/span&gt; wtf wtf wtf wtf. Three on one.. this is a better chance. Ohohoho~~ Kill him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; distract &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt; takes out a water bottle and starts drinking water (you guess why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; has extremely low reach due to short swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; dashes forward and tries to stab. misses and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; picks her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; is rushing towards &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;MM-Nemesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; throws &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; now approaches &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt; tries to run. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; throw a table at her. Misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH &lt;/span&gt;throws away the halberd at&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt;. Pierces his left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON &amp;amp; SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; rush forward..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON &lt;/span&gt;swings her heavy axe into the left leg. Hacks it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; stabs the right leg. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; falls due to lack of balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; hand-stands and starts to spit out some weird liquid. Misses(wah the girls agility super high sia) Upon notice, the liquid melts away some tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spew spew spew.. Nearly touches &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH. RACH's&lt;/span&gt; yellow adidas waterbottle melts.&lt;br /&gt;(naruto time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON &lt;/span&gt;does her special: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KATON! GOUKYAKKU NO JUTSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fire breath! Shit now whole FC2 burning like F**K!&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the stupid acid was flammable. Now the mess. And horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; one handstand and the other hand picks up (another) table and throws at&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;. HIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; picks up &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;'s knives and throws randomly. BULLSEYE! into the eye literally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;M.M-Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; is defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a battle. but &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; is hurt, badly. Just then.. Someone appears. It's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: Walaoz wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: You guys are still alive? Why aren't you all getting out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you still here anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: was looking for the Mastermind. Seems like he started all this rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;ALL 3&lt;/span&gt;: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: What? You girls don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;all 3 nod heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: OK, fine.. i'll tell you the REAL REAL REAL truth now.. I'm not really a lecturer. I'm from Interpol Special Forces. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;(editor von: like real only sia, if fairuz sees this she'll laff her ass off la my god zzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all 3 peng together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: OK la.. I never really lie what.. Look! I was trying to spice up the class environment.. Didn't know you all will take it so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: Fine.. Aiya heck la. Can get us out or not. Now SUFFY like that also very jialat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: Say you all will believe me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: Okokok.. Get us out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: I called for a helicopter to evacuate us at the top of Singtel Tower. There is a secret passage shortcut there, I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt; pulls up a drain cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: Get in. this passageway will lead us to FC5. We got to hurry. I scheduled the chopper to arrive at 1845. We don't have much time.. It's already 1725. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET PASSAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we better hurry up. No choice but to follow &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt; liao. We don't have any other options since the whole place is heavily barricaded. Move move move move move. Since this is really a secret passage.. No zombies. me&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;(VON) &amp; RACH &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;carry&lt;/span&gt; SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt; leads the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITOR(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;gene&lt;/span&gt;): ok third person now. from my view(of a dead player)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three of them get out of the hole.. The Singtel Tower stood before them. Let's climb up and get the hell out of here.. Quite a lot of moaning(not joaning) is heard. Have to be quick.&lt;br /&gt;Just then..&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that techno?!&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YINZ&lt;/span&gt; is alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; releases&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: Eh! Skali is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YINZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH:&lt;/span&gt; Impossible! She can't be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON:&lt;/span&gt; But techno leh! Who else will listen sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY :VON&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: Come on, let's get out of here &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON:&lt;/span&gt; You guys go ahead. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt; lead them up.. I see whether is it &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YIN&lt;/span&gt; or not. Besides, look at the number of zombies. I'll hold them for you even if &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YIN&lt;/span&gt; isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH:&lt;/span&gt; But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;: Come on, no time no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them head towards the top of the Singtel Tower. The chopper is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; goes and fights the zombies.. Axe and knife in hand.. She swings and cuts multiple zombies along the way..&lt;br /&gt;Please.. Let it be &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she approaches the techno.. It would seem that there were more and more zombies.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;'s stamina is lacking out.. She fights her way around.. Only to find out.. It wasnt &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YIN&lt;/span&gt; at all. it was just a stereo and a dead beng lying there listening to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN 1/2! [editor von: puke blood sia walaoz how did you think of this sia my god x_X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; fights her way around.. Uses up all her &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHAKRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to stall the time for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;. Even if it meant the end, it would be better than being one of the zombies, or being eaten by them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATON! GOU KYAKKU NO JUTSU! SHI NE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns and the whole FC5 explodes. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; goes to join dead crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the crazy stairs up to Singtel Tower are being climbed by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt;, both supporting &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;. No choice. Have to climb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they finally reach the top.. The chopper personnel aims a gun at them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IDENTIFY IF YOUR ALIVE!"&lt;br /&gt;How to!? wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;"Crap.. I'm not prepared for the code.. Hmm how.."- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;FAIRUZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then..&lt;br /&gt;"BURP!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're clear to go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the code was to burp. anyway &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY, RACH&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt; FAIRUZ&lt;/span&gt; get out.. And they just look at the mess of SP.. Everything in flames.. Well, their friends are dead.. And all for them to get out of here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this madness ever end.. Well.. It does seem so for now.. But being the only few survivors, it would seem like a nightmare.. For a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.. of the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anticlimax: and we all woke up.. it was CC LESSON! we just watched the whole of resident evil. we all woke up with a start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooled ya. hahaha dun believe me.. it was just a failed joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gene: i finally finished the story guys.. it rox doesnt it! well i tink oso.. thx for the support and idea contribution! i will come up with another series of stories involving us.. possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE ROYALE&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO&lt;br /&gt;FINAL FANTASY&lt;br /&gt;INITIAL D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt.. will be all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editor von: haha great work dude~~ but I died so wrongly la wth @%$*&amp;amp;^%$#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112662630720403502?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112662630720403502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112662630720403502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112662630720403502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112662630720403502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp7.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP7'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112637084006334184</id><published>2005-09-12T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:52:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP6</title><content type='html'>CHP6.. the second last chronicle of the resident evil SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recap of last chapter's events. The betrayal of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;. The truth of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; is revealed today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;equip status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: harpoon gun(from SMA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: dual handgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;halberd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;: blade of alacrity(hint: dota weapon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the antivirus. Hmm, But no recipe.. How? Well.. I guess this place should have some antivirus of some sort for us, considering it is CLS. We'll just try to cock up some drink that will stop our viral infection rate(theory: We are all infected, but at a very very slow rate. Cuts and blood infection speeds up). Time to go into this hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The usual mess.. Plus 2 or 3 zombies lurking around in the corners.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt; does another set of cool moves which I have no point in naming.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; does a twin blade slash across a zombie.. GENE reserves his harpoon for the critical moment.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; pulls a trigger happy moment on a zombie. Let's search the desks for documents.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LUCK! The concoction for antivirus. it's attached with a note. Seems like some of the teachers here have been aware of the viral infection and have been quickly ordered by [name has been erased off] to come up with a quick antivirus. The payment is alot of money. Wow!! This person must be really rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gene: IM BACK!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM. PROCESS. TECH. LAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF CHOCOLATES! Well.. CPT specialises in food stuffs.. The science of it., and they made chocolate, real edible ones. We walk in.. What the hell is that? Is that a new zombie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;STATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5ft-6ft&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 70kg&lt;br /&gt;Speed: Fast&lt;br /&gt;Attack:Poison claw Swipe(instant death), acid spew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a zombie.. Its an animal!! Most probably infused with the T-Virus unstably. It has frog-like features, but it walks on two legs. we have to fight this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; shoots one harpoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; jumps around the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt; does FEILONGZAITIAN. Misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; does trigger happy.. Shoots everything.. Lands a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; jumps and swipes &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;, barely misses!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; is cut across the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; spins blade of alacrity and throws at &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEADSHOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. What a battle. Obviously for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;, harpoon is a heavy weapon. And look at how the heck we fought this thing.. it's damn hard. we'll have to try to avoid these. What if there were more of these freaks? Anyway. I think CLS will surely have some weirder stuff. This is gonna be one hell of a long trip in CLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, nothing much here, except for a few dead bodies. Really dead, not zombies. We find some documents here.. Hmm, what's this! It's a photo of some guy(face blurred) in the lab doing some weird concoction. Anyway, that lab has become our destination. The biotechnology lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS second floor corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we found the biotech lab, but its locked. What news... No keys, as it is bolted. The door is totally sealed tight, metallic surface and bullet-proof. We'll have to find another way around. There's an air vent, but it's too small, only &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; (coz after &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;JOAN, VON&lt;/span&gt; is smallest size wan) can go through. Well. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; goes in lorz.. And we tell her to be careful and open the door at the other side. Now we'll see from &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;'s perspective. The rest of us will wait for her to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;'s MISSION]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airvent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; edit (coz &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;gene&lt;/span&gt; can't write out how I really talk like] "Wa biang, this bloody vent darn tight la. Can't breathe sia... Sheesh why am I the only one to squeeze through this crap.. if &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; was here, I no need to climb like some mad ass in here la, kanasai -.-... OK, I see the light, chiong through this damn tight hole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biotech Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo~ finally out of here. can breathe le, hooo... KYAAA~~~~ (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; switches to crazy fangirl mode, screaming) AHAHA!!! Why so many &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;KEITA&lt;/span&gt; (that guy from w-inds., you know~~) posters all over the place? What sia?? Haha heck don't ask so much!! Just TAKE ALL!! La la la~~ [CRASH!] Kaoz, what's that sia? Oi, you who??&lt;br /&gt;A shadow appears. short, but looks really muscular. Hmm? Looks real familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it approaches and gets bigger.. My gosh! It looks like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;!! Except, there is something special about this creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;! What happen to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;: I GET BEST PRICE! 6 CCA PTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: ZZZ.. Are you Maad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the battle begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; takes out her two 9mm handguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; takes out her claws(more like shows them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; shoots two bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; dodges. What speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; fires a few more bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; sidesteps, and appears in front of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;. Punches &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; loses her guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; walks towards &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;. Claws extending out more. SHARP SIA! HELP LEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; uses kungfu. (time for some naruto!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; uses &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;kage bunshin no jutsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; and shadow attack&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; JOAN. JOAN&lt;/span&gt; swipes. Shadow disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; lands super kick (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; edit: wth, wwe ar) on &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;'s face.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; picks up one of her guns. Shoots two bullets. Hits&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; in the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; feels pain, but is still strong. Picks up a table and throws at &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; escapes by jumping away, and shoots three bullets, click, reloads gun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; jumps, spinning kick!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;'s hit in the face.(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; is losing!!! OMG!) Spits blood. Pui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; activates her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Sharingan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (what the?!) and does &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Dai Senpuu Kyaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; takes a super hit! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; gets ready, makes a seal of the Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;KATON! GOUKYAKKU NO JUTSU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( you know sasuke do one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; gets burnt! End of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, seems like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt; sold out her soul to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;. No choice but to defeat her, coz she's has become our enemy. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON &lt;/span&gt;opens the door. Back to all of us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOTECH LAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened?! How come this dude look like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;JOAN&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt; you defeated de ar?? Wah! !@@ OK, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;, we need your help! Make us the antivirus.. Then we mix all the chemicals lar.. Nitrous Chloride, Methanol, Carbon Hydrate, Sodium Carbonate, etc etc.. And voila! Antivirus! Time to make for all 4 of us. Just then a figure appears at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: I see you all have come up with the antivirus.,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: I am the mastermind. I have all the power, the money, and the ability to control &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;. What have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;: Don't tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: He's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;: Mr .LEE(C.H)[name abbreviated for safety reasons]!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: OK, this is freaking me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: Of course. I studied its consumer behaviour. It will never attack me. I have a scent that repels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt;: Argh, but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: I can sell this to governments and I'll make millions out of it! How well can I market it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: But it doesn't make any sense!! You're already rich enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: I want more!! And now you all have made the antivirus for me, I can sell it too! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;: My gosh, You actually activated the T-virus on your boss!! You're sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;: Flattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; runs away. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; in the house. My gosh, time to fight this thing.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; RACH&lt;/span&gt; can't burp.. No water... Zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: K, this dude is mine. you guys run along, and eat the antivirus. Find a way out of here, and when I'm done with this dude, I'll kill &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;: Siao ar! It's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Oh please, he's nothing. Besides i control this story(WAHAHAHA). GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the others escape. Time for the fight of the lifetime! It's&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; GENE&lt;/span&gt; vs&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; fires harpoon. Hits target in shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; calls in a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; (wtf?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; has to fight this &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; ninjutsu time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;CHIDORI!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; swipes, totally misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Crap, my hand really hurts from the first &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt;'s swipe. zzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; comes in now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; pushes &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;HUNTER&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS &lt;/span&gt;swings a fist of fury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; jumps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; does multi-kicks and punches on &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;' face. NO EFFECT har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; picks up &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; struggles! is this the end??(of course not. I'm the writer)[&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; edit: but i edit so u can die mwhahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; breaks the hold in time by pulling on the harpoon. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; winces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; runs to the next location across the corridor of CLS level 2; the MLT2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLT2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Wow, I need a breather. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is powerful. I really overestimated my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;comes in. OK, time to get serious again.&lt;br /&gt;Battle begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; releases &lt;em&gt;rasengan!&lt;/em&gt; Never retain properly, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; is pushed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; picks up a bench and throws at &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;. Missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; picks up a pen lying on the floor.. Swings at &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;.. Cuts into the neck and pen ink flushes in.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; stumbles a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; takes the chance.. Attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE &lt;/span&gt;picks up one of the broken tables and whacks into &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt;' head. Table breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; swings gene away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt; hits the computer.. And what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It plays a soundtrack.. but the computer hangs, so it keeps playing.. It's a BURP!! On playback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; can't endure the sound.. He is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Time to finish this.. use all my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;CHAKRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Spell of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Hayashi Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;KATON! GOUKYAKKU NO JUTSU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;: Crap.. I burnt myself.. But at least &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;NEMESIS&lt;/span&gt; is dead.. Argh!! I feel faint. My end... The whole MLT is in flames... Haiz... Time to go on and find &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;YIN&lt;/span&gt; and the others. Zz sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck hor &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SUFFY&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;RACH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF CHP6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITOR (that's me &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;VON&lt;/span&gt;) NOTES: OK I'm sure some readers don't know what are those words in&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; italics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So I shall explain each to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Sharingan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; An eye skill that allows the bearer to read through moves and increases the power of bearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Dai Senpuu Kyakku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Martial arts move, whirlwind kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Rasengan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A spell in which the caster is able to gather great pressure in his hands and use the pressure to attack enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Chidori:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A spell like&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Rasengan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, except instead of pressure, it's the power of lightning.. Very destructive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katon Goukyakku No Jutsu:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;katon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means fire element. So in all it means fire breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Chakra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Term for power or energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayashi Clan:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hayashi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is actually &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;GENE&lt;/span&gt;'s jap surname so ya you get it doncha... So it's why we both can do ninja spells and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh editing is hard work gotta change the color and all so it doesn't confuse ppl... &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; is skills, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; is gal, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; is guy, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; is villian, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; (different shades) for monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;in.progress.dun.edit&gt;&lt;/IN.PROGRESS.DUN.EDIT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112637084006334184?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112637084006334184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112637084006334184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp6.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP6'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112628603555178623</id><published>2005-09-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:52:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now.. the survivors are gene, von, rachel, suffy, and joan(who is infected with T-virus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE S.M.A(Singapore Maritime Academy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stench of death surrounds us. what lies beyond this horrible place. what abt the water monster lurking at the FC5 swimming pool? could similar monsters be lurking in this area? as our hearts beat, we pushed on.&lt;br /&gt;equip status&lt;br /&gt;Gene:handgun&lt;br /&gt;von:handgun&lt;br /&gt;rachel:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;halberd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffy:handgun&lt;br /&gt;joan:handgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.M.A LEVEL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! its brandon! what's he doing here?! he's got a few survivors with him. some from the block, some from SB(harry potter).. some lecturers(dennis ng).. etc etc. it seems they too tink that there is really a submarine to get out of SB from there.. except its from the basement.. and they are all tired. they will need to get in safely.. but they aren't equipped. moans can be heard from beyond the door leading to the S.M.A basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon joins party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon has laptop. he apparently has ability to survey the whole of S.M.A schematics! he tapped into school network using his intranet acct.. hmm. how he do tt.. anyway.. with his laptop we can get ard this place easier. time to look for keys to break across the door leading to the basement. let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAIRCASE LEADING TO S.M.A LEVEL 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 zombies.. and trouble.. seems there is a crashing sound outside SMA! could it be the NEMESIS? joan is feeling even more feverish. we have to move fast.. rachel helps with a MUSOU: KUANG LONG CHU HAI! whoa. two zombies get burnt to death! haha! let's move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON:" QUICK!!! LETS GO UP ONE LEVEL! THERE IS A BODY PUMP ROOMS WHICH WE CAN FIND KEYS IN! THE LAPTOP SAYS SO!"&lt;br /&gt;FOM grp(gene, rach, joanie):"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then brandon clumsily trips and rolls down the stairs.. and two zombies barge in the door and eat his face! argh! brandon dies. we shoot the zombies and analysed the body. lucky project done.&lt;br /&gt;brandon is ejected from party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA LEVEL 2 CORRIDOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many locked doors. the place is a complete mess. dead bodies everywhere.. we see posters of taufik ard.. yes he was a student ard here.. locked doors.. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY PUMP ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. just as brandon said, there are keys tt can unlock the basement door.. hmm den suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;CRASH! WINDOWS CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;actually the laptop software came down.. seems like the software cant be used.. we cant analyse the map anymore.&lt;br /&gt;REAL!CRASH!WINDOWS!CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is really bad.. its..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N E M E S I S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he looks bigger and badder..we run around the room to avoid its attacks..it takes a swipe.. barely misses joan! joan gets a small cut on her bite area.. the pain is insane! gene shoots 2 or 3 shots at Nemesis.. den nemesis changes target to gene.. von suffy and rach help joan out of the place.. we run ard the body pump room.. and quickly back down to the level 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.M.A LEVEL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the?! complete chaos.. dennis is reliving his OCS moments.. picking up a handgun and shooting the zombies.. but nemesis is dropping by! dennis sees his boss and is shocked.. he always wanted a pay-rise.. but now.. in e end.. he will die like team dong.. SWIPE!&lt;br /&gt;harry potter(freak) tries to avoid this battle.. tries to cast a spell. conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harrypotter:"time to cast a spell! RIDDIKULUS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gene:"man, ur ridiculous!"&lt;br /&gt;shoots him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. with our stroke of luck.. BURRPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;nemesis flees from battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray. now we got out of this trouble.. we go down to SMA basement just as the security documents say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA BASEMENT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray. finally the KEYS TO CLS! yes. now quickly make the concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! the pain for joan is unbearable! she feels she is losing her form. she cant take it anymore.. and with that.. she runs away from our team. she fears the destruction she may do to us if she stayed.. and i tink surely she didnt want to die in our hands.. wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our part is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile joan heads somewhere and rests.. and meets.. the MASTERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;convo takes place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: YOU!! YOU ARE THE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASTERMIND(M.M): YES YES.. NOW, I CAN FREE YOU FROM THIS PAIN. I HAVE THE ANTIVIRUS HERE.. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO WORK FOR ME. I'LL MAKE YOU LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAN:WHAT CAN U GIVE ME?! I WORK FOR U GOT CCA POINTS?!&lt;br /&gt;M.M:I GIVE U BEST PRICE! 6 PTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of chp5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112628603555178623?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112628603555178623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112628603555178623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112628603555178623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112628603555178623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp5.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP5'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112618926831102430</id><published>2005-09-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:51:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP4</title><content type='html'>CHP4 RELEASED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK.. 4 chapters in a day.. I'm running low on ideas.&lt;br /&gt;This episode features a bit of friendship.. And sadly.. More death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAC (after explosion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 5 sistas and Gene left, we have not much time left. The zombies are attracted to the flames of the blast, and we have to move quick.&lt;br /&gt;the survivors left are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene (UNSTOPPABLE) haha..&lt;br /&gt;Suffy&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Nisa&lt;br /&gt;Von&lt;br /&gt;Joanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make a move. We have to move fast! Pick up what ever items are available.. We find some first aid sprays.. Some more items.. Such as a sword (fake one.. from wushu, but may prove useful), 2 hockey sticks, 2 automatic air rifles and a halberd(wushu again).&lt;br /&gt;equip status:&lt;br /&gt;Gene and Von: air rifle&lt;br /&gt;Suffy and Nisa: hockey stick&lt;br /&gt;Joanie: sword&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: halberd&lt;br /&gt;Move on. We get out of the SAC area of flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENNIS COURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to our shock!! There are quite a number of zombies! We have to fight a bit across! Argh! Nisa gets bitten! Shit! We have to help her.. We pull her out.. Joan gets bitten accidentally.. We chiong towards main library, quick! We have to stop there.. let's rush!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE MAIN LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the main library is also in a mess.. Seems like NEMESIS just passed by.. There are 2 or 3 zombies.. Suffy and Joan, supporting Nisa, while Gene, Rachel and Von attacks the zombies.. Hammering them away. Rachel using the halberd, does a GUAN YU (He's Chinese war hero in Romance of the Three Kingdoms) finisher! FEI LONG ZAI TIAN! HHEEEYYAAHH!!! Zombies die! we head into main library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Survivors! Lucky us! They can attend to us. Alicia Keys lar.. Ayumi lar.. Some 03 dudes and 02 dudes are there.. We see Dave there, sleeping.. Obviously tired. Poser is also there.. Slacking and playing his skateboard. What fucking time is it to play a skateboard?! We attend to Nisa's condition. Unfortunately, her condition is worse.. At this rate she's gonna turn into a zombie.. Nisa says.. That we must end her torment.. so we have to kill her in this state before she turns on us.. No choice.. we come to a critical decision..&lt;br /&gt;[play sad music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISA IS SHOT. and KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Joanie is getting infected.. We have to hurry up and concoct the antivirus. We leave quick. Alicia Keys sings us one of her fave songs.. To boost our morale.. Then Ayumi starts talking jap and blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to go now?? PANICKY PANICKY! Argh!!! We are restocked and healed.. We try to bandage Joan's bite. She is becoming more and more feverish. Have to cover her quick. Now everyone carries handguns.. The rifles no bullets liao. Chiong ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE CLS. T1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aura of death surrounds me. Seems that this place will have the weirdest beasts that will ever be formed! We have to head in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLS BLOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno is T what, but anyways, it seems that the block is totally shut away. No entrance to anywhere.. We have to find keys and all that.. We search the guardpost for keys.. Avoiding any zombies if possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One document reads.. The guards have quickly secured the building after hearing several screams..Also.. The chemicals have become to unstable and deadly.. They have to lock the buildings.. and head towards Maritime Academy to maybe find a submarine outta SP. YA RIGHT! hahaha.. But no doubt they will have gone to SMA there to find some stuffs. Besides got workshops there and also harpoons for the ships. Perfect weapons. next destination: SMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP4 end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS TAG YOUR IDEAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survivors.. gene, suffy, rach, von and joan(infected)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112618926831102430?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112618926831102430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112618926831102430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112618926831102430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112618926831102430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp4.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP4'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112618489342010350</id><published>2005-09-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:51:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of us managed to get together.. Here are the survivors.. If you last recall. (Edited some death timings and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team DONG has Dong, Jessica, Hui Jie, Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Team GENE has full life.. gene+6sistas. But the story will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE SAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gathered together under the orders of Lee Chong Hwa, Deputy Director of SB. Seems like some clown planted a viral bomb in Mahindran's office.. And infused the deadly T-virus into his body. It bloats him up completely, making him near invulnerable. But everyone is still unconscious of the fact that BURPS scare Mahindran. Burpophobia.. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to search for more items around this SAC.&lt;br /&gt;We walk around.. CSCC has a few documents and letters.. Which mention about some of the students getting worried about what is going on around the CLS. More and more pungent stenches from the bins. More evidences shows that there was a student who was walking around the basketball courts attacking basketball players. He was stopped violently after like 4 gunshots over his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUASH COURTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the squashies girls (Joan, Rach, Yin) head to squash courts to find for items and search around a bit if got survivors. They still have drills with them.. New batteries from the Popular Bookshop and co-op shop at FC5. Squash players are found lying all over the floor... Some are locked inside the courts and are trying to escape the zombies.. The locked ones include VCOS and Mekko.. Poor zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is already 11:45 pm. Really dark and late. And tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE SAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Suffy, Nisa and Von are sitting and resting at SAC. Team DONG is waiting and planning their next move.. Ready to move. Gene sits in a corner, picks up a guitar from the guitar club and plays a sad melody of.. HIGHWAY BLUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE SAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:55 pm. Time to proceed with mission. Enough rest. Team DONG leaves for CLS.. Suddenly.. SCREAMS! Mahindran is back! Rachel hasn't got a drink and can't burp yet. Looks like its running. NEMESIS has become bigger and badder.. Growing more and more unstable. SWIPES! Jessica, Theresa, Hui Jie and Jasmine are sliced and diced. Dong shoots an arrow.. No avail! Bounces off! Seems like at this rate we ain't gonna make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin: Looks like I have to sacrifice myself! Go guys!&lt;br /&gt;Joan: No need!! We can escape!!&lt;br /&gt;Yin: NO!! At this rate we will never escape! Go go!!&lt;br /&gt;Gene: We're counting on you, Yin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinzai now reaches limit break.. And UNLEASH her inner power! GASP! KUAN YINMA (goddess of mercy)! Unstable power control.. And she uses the spell, 'Thousand Hands of Mercy' on NEMESIS!! NEMESIS is blinded by the light! EXPLOSION! Dong gets caught in the blast and dies. FRIENDLY FIRE! He escapes.. Being unstable.. Yin explodes and becomes unconscious. Sianz. Her body vanishes slowly.. Spiritual disapparation???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now survivors are only GENE+5 sistas. SUFFY, RACH, VON, JOAN, NISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to die.. coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP 3 ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112618489342010350?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112618489342010350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112618489342010350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112618489342010350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112618489342010350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp3.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP3'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112616893562928077</id><published>2005-09-08T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:45:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP2B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff0000"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As team GENE rested at W14, team DONG, who had the brains, went to CLS. CLS is very far from SB, so it's better for them to equip more. Dong uses gene's classical guitar strings and makes a bow. He cuts the wood from the classical guitar and makes arrows. Marksmanship! The rest of Jessica, Hui Jie, Pewen and Theresa carry brooms for attacking purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lookie It's Jasmine. Seems she has called for help. Luckily her phone sitll got reception.. what.. CELCOM.. Wah. isn't that malaysian line?? FC4 also in a mess. Already 8:45 pm. FC4 also very dark. Team DONG sees a faint figure leaving the FC.. Fast. Definitely alive. WAIT! No response.. Hmm. Suspicious dude.&lt;br /&gt;Dong finds more wood and makes arrows. Uh oh.. A monster appears! its Mahindran! Argh! Throws and throws more tables. hits Theresa (KILLED). The remaining 4 of them leaves. Mahindran throws another table and this time, Pewen is caught in the blast. Gets hit and (killed) they will have to run. They escape quickly outside FC4 and head to the convention centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Convention Centre&lt;br /&gt;Cool, luckily the Mahindran beast.. Or it seems to look like NEMESIS from Resident Evil 3. They have safely escaped. Time to head into the convention centre.. Good resting place.. Outside, they see a few more zombies, lurking in the shadows.. Hmm, it's safer to hide. So into the convention centere they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convention Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ain't that Edison? What luck. Von would wish she was here. Convention centre has a few survivors, wounded and battered. It seems some comlink is established between SAC and convention centre.. Everyone is trying to find a way out of the barricaded compound. Fairuz is trying to tell us of a secret passage (lying again) via comlink. Hmm. the in-charge of the convention centre seems to be none other than Lee Chong Hwa. He is considering the methods and the zombie consumer behaviour.. How they can possibly devour our bodies and etc etc. Right. Team DONG doesn't need to know. But the mission must go on. CLS must be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside convention centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER MOVE FAST! Seems like a fire is building up at FC4.. the blaze is just horrifying. some zombies are attracted.. Better make use of this time and head to CLS.. Still a far journey! Team DONG sees a few more people getting bitten.. dunno whether to help.. But just move on. Dong loads one arrow.. It's all or nothing.. HEADSHOT!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!! THAT DUDE WAS ALIVE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team DONG heads to the FC3 area and reinforce themselves. they approach SAC to meet up with others to give a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP2B ended&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112616893562928077?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112616893562928077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112616893562928077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616893562928077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616893562928077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp2b.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP2B'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112616749177926753</id><published>2005-09-08T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:41:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP2A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is team GENE+6SISTAS. The DONG team will head for CLS to concoct an antidote, or antivirus to counter the viral infection. GENE team will go to the SAC to go collect rifles from the CCA clubs, then rendezvous at FOODCOURT 2 (MAC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W14 Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team GENE heads along the engineering labs of W14 and picks up a few heavy weapons(tools) to equip. SHUTTER shuts on us.. And we rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we hear some moan(not Joan) from the background! Guess who we see! It's&lt;br /&gt;Alice Tang! As a zombie of course!! At this point we are given a critical decision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)RUN&lt;br /&gt;B)ATTACK&lt;br /&gt;C)SCREAM FOR HELP&lt;br /&gt;D)VON's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chose D.. So von takes out a wrench.. Whoa that ain't enough! She takes out a BAZOOKA(where did that come from) and fires! BOOM! All the centre lathes and drills drop. Joan, Suffy, Rachel, Yin and Nisa pick up the drills and drills Alice Tang! Drill eye, tongue, mouth, chest.. Everywhere.. All the hatred is channelled at Alice Tang. Gene sits and watches and plans the next move. 8:30 pm. We are supposed to meet DONG team at 11:45 pm. We read a few documents inside the lab office. Seems like the lab technicians have been worried for a while.. The countless number of garbage trucks that pass by, with the disgusting stench.. What has been going on? Time to leave W14, seems dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside W14 workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now GENE team is equipped with drills and wrenches. The bazooka was a one time thing against Alice Tang. So we chiong out.. Then suddenly Nisa sees one of her dudes.. Those malay dudes. HEY I KNOW YOU! BUT YOU'RE A ZOMBIE!!! DRILL!!! So we just drill the dude down. Nisa has just been forced to kill her friend. School is completely dark since the power loss.. We head towards FC5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC is a mess! chickens everywhere.. And the printing lady is dead, duh. So we look around and try to search for new weapons. our Drills are also running low on batteries. We better find new weapons.. Swimming pool's got a weird monster swimming around. What the??? We had better avoid that area for now. Suddenly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! ITS MAHINDRAN!! Or what looks like Mahindran.. The face is the same, but the body has been severely mutilated.. It has increased in size tremendously and has like super strength. he picks up a chair and throws. Nearly hits gene but misses! Phew. Runs again! Suddenly Rachel BURPS. What the? Mahindran gets a shock and runs away. OK, seems he's afraid of burps. The ultrafrequency killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk across auditorium. We are now at SAC. We see some students gathered there. seems like Fairuz and Mrs goh(she drove her Toyota Camry there quickly after Farid got bitten) are there too. Fairuz is lying(as usual) about some secret passage out of school. We take a rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHP 2A TBC. CHP2B coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FICTIONAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112616749177926753?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112616749177926753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112616749177926753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616749177926753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616749177926753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp2a.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP2A'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112616478776975972</id><published>2005-09-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:42:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND CAST IS COMPLETELY RANDOMIZED FOR DEATH TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: DMC1A04(stars), other SP students&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tis is a really lame story i came up with. so lets begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting will be ITB lesson.. Day is ending already.. One zombie dude(looks like one of the 2nd year students) comes in and bites one of our classmates! FARID!! NOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T225 Corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE CORRIDOR IS FULL OF ZOMBIES! WE HAVE TO ESCAPE!! WE HAVE TO GO DOWN TO FC6 and not head the other way! lets get out of T2255!&lt;br /&gt;Along the corridor, we see many zombies locked inside the other labs. we run quickly towards the staircase and down to FOODCOURT 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOODCOURT 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! zombies are eating the food and crawling everywhere! Everyone is getting attacked. we see antony, hui kam lin running towards us. ANTONY IS CAUGHT and gets attacked! Screams "CALL YOUR PAYRENTS!!! THEY WONT BELIEVE THIS STO-RY!" hui kam lin, seeing antony in danger, takes out her 2 M249 Machine Guns from under the sleeve (wth?!) and starts doing the rambo action against the zombies.&lt;br /&gt;"GOGO!! Get out of here!! I'll communicate these zombies out of here!!! "&lt;br /&gt;Our class decides to head down to SAC, where there are possibly rifles(from those CCAS). Then Bob and Alwyn sees TNB and hantu teh teh becoming zombies.. they go do the motorboat action across.. u know. So the two of them gets killed, and become zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB FOYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. the stupid HIGHWAY BLUES song from the stupid kiosk is still playing.. And DTP studio is on fire. Doris(I dunno) is piling up some of the really dead bodies and putting them in an artistic manner. The fucker dude, Edmund is still there laughing and thinking this is all a game. Right. We pick up a security guard's baton as a weapon, and also brooms, frying pans(from FC6). For now, the alive team are&lt;br /&gt;GENE, DONG, JH, 6 SISTAS, JESSICA, HUIJIE, THERESA, PEWEN.(Jasmine gone to pick up phone call. Farid kena bitten first, Bob and Alwyn at tnb and hantu teh teh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see buddha-head downstairs in shock.&lt;br /&gt;a conversation take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDHA-HEAD(random): if i ever become a zombie...&lt;br /&gt;GENE(random): &lt;cuts&gt;SHUT UP! (whack whack whack until die)&lt;whack&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK continue.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we still can't escape yet. We still see some zombies outside SP. its already 6:45 pm.. Kinda dark already. SP kena barricaded liao. No way out unless we find one. Then suddenly we see 05 come out. CL goes to rescue [SEXYGIRLS].. Then they both die together. More people dead. Punani man, shaun goes to join alwyn and bob at TNB and hantu teh teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we are too big a group. So we split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENE+6sistas.(unequipped)&lt;br /&gt;DONG+theresa, huijie, jessica, pewen. (this team is better equipped with more weapons. dong has brought gene's classical guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 1 END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. the setting of cast is completely randomized. no personal attacks.. honest.&lt;/whack&gt;&lt;/cuts&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112616478776975972?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112616478776975972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112616478776975972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616478776975972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112616478776975972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-spdmc1a04-version-chp1.html' title='RESIDENT EVIL: SP_DMC1A04 Version CHP1'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112590695508916475</id><published>2005-09-05T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:55:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBEEEYYOONNDDD GOD-LiKe. haha</title><content type='html'>ITB (ai tee bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (noun) Information Technology for Business&lt;br /&gt;2. (noun) an activity for DMC1A04 to slack in or forcefully learn program operations such as MS word and MS excel&lt;br /&gt;3. (adjective) boring&lt;br /&gt;4. (verb) writing testimonials in Friendster.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by Gene's COxford Dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112590695508916475?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112590695508916475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112590695508916475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112590695508916475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112590695508916475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/bbeeeyyoonnddd-god-like-haha.html' title='BBEEEYYOONNDDD GOD-LiKe. haha'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112590598982041324</id><published>2005-09-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:40:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY??? WHY?</title><content type='html'>WHY ARE WE STUDYING ITB??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why why why why why why &lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why why why why why why??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell tell tell me why tell me why ah tell me whyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;WHY?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the very disturbed suffy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112590598982041324?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112590598982041324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112590598982041324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112590598982041324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112590598982041324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-why.html' title='WHY??? WHY?'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112572369361925328</id><published>2005-09-03T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:11:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTAS</title><content type='html'>SISTAS minus 2 (VON &amp; NISA)&lt;br /&gt;here...suffy, yin, joan and rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/joaniepix%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/joaniepix%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jOaNiE &amp; rAcHiE's muscles!! COOL SIA&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/1600/muscles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2191/1312/320/muscles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;posted by: jOaNie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112572369361925328?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112572369361925328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112572369361925328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112572369361925328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112572369361925328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/sistas.html' title='SISTAS'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112556367408426778</id><published>2005-09-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:34:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet, YEt, Yet Another Of Von's Life</title><content type='html'>Ok, I laughed my ass off when I saw suffy's post on 95% camatose and5% conscious haha when i turned I see her dead... ok someone gimme a pail of water to splash at her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I give up to ITB sia~~~ Mrs Goh just fail me la haiz my excel kan na lan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people about the talent time right?? How sia?? Sing what song?? We sing something special and different la... We join the 'others' category la then sing w-inds. song!!! Sing super lover ~I need you tonight~ haha its a fast song but guarantee easy wan not high pitched wan... Eh I know the dance la I got alot of the videos mwhahahaha.... k tell me what you guys wan k?? zao liaoz~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya ne~~&lt;br /&gt;voN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112556367408426778?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112556367408426778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112556367408426778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556367408426778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556367408426778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-yet-yet-yet-another-of-vons-life.html' title='And Yet, YEt, Yet Another Of Von&apos;s Life'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112556293583681635</id><published>2005-09-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:22:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITB SUCKS</title><content type='html'>suffy's entry was funny...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying, sum1 pls help me..I don't understand a shit about what she's talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I going to do badly for excel???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying...SO BLOODY BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;posted by joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112556293583681635?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112556293583681635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112556293583681635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556293583681635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556293583681635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/itb-sucks.html' title='ITB SUCKS'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112556160057094808</id><published>2005-09-01T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:00:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>somebody please tell me why in the world are we having ITB lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k random post. i am now&lt;br /&gt;95% comatose&lt;br /&gt;5% conscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- suffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dawn of the &lt;strike&gt;dead&lt;/strike&gt; zonked)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112556160057094808?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112556160057094808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112556160057094808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556160057094808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556160057094808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112556131987799907</id><published>2005-09-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:55:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK! fine...sometimes ugly is beta!=(</title><content type='html'>ARH!!!haha..so many people post..so i post...haha..ITB now..so sian la! EXCEL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok..juz now play s and dota with th gp la...wow...i think im a game "sodong" la! Only can play rpg...omg la...cs...ppl change weapon tobe more powerful la,.kill people more easily ma, i change weapon to be killed easily la!!! OMG!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;ok...nvm...thn i play dota...not bad, fun...! Choose character, i dunno ma, so i choose the prettiest wan lo...i mean wif the most decent and charming face wan la...THN!!! OMG again la!!! LOUSIEST!!!!!!!!!!ARH!!!! thn people already level 8 liao hor, im still like at level 4 or 5? LOL! ok..partly my fault la..go kill all the "extra people" ....&lt;br /&gt;Ok..next time i sld just choose those ugliest player la...more powerful! with beta spells and etc! LOL!!haha/...ok la....anyway, it's FUN la/boo~boo~boo!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yinZ-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112556131987799907?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112556131987799907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112556131987799907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556131987799907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556131987799907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-finesometimes-ugly-is-beta.html' title='OK! fine...sometimes ugly is beta!=('/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112556052148340033</id><published>2005-09-01T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:48:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun shoot me! i need to buy weapon!!!</title><content type='html'>wah just now went to play CS and DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually thought that it was quite boring at first when i see my bro play at home.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we went to play cos it was cheap ($1.50 per hr) and we had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it changed my perspective on gaming and i found it quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I AM LIKE SUPER SLOW CAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i need time to change weapons then the rest keep shooting me so have to shout," wait wait! need to buy weapon first!" and somemore the stupid B button cannot work so i can't buy then suddenly one stupid knife come out (lousy weapon) den someone shot me. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den dor DOTA i chose a guy who looks like a wizard cos look like gandalf den gandalf is damn powerful mah. den end up it's a stupid marksman who is damn lao ya. wah lao. everyone's character was like so nice can!!! not fair sia! den i duno how to play mah so i keep running ard the tree den stupid gene keep following and shooting me. idiot sia! give me a chance man! hahas. den in the end our grp ( jh, joan, yin and i) lost. we'll get you guys next time!!! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but overall it was fun lah. let's play again someday k? hahs.&lt;br /&gt;yup tt's it. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rach signing off-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112556052148340033?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112556052148340033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112556052148340033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556052148340033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112556052148340033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/dun-shoot-me-i-need-to-buy-weapon.html' title='dun shoot me! 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I BUY MY WEAPON FIRST."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt so unfun. after tt switch lor. suffy for rach.. haha.. then maybe a bit of OWN the other team despite handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight came during the time we play DOTA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who dunno.. DOTA is a WC3:Frozen THrone spinoff.. which involves using a hero for each person to fight against the enemy force. two sides.. the sentinels(good guys, also better looking) VS the scourge (bad guys, ugly dudes). so me suffy von use scourge.. haha starting our chars are like damn ugly.. but only towards the end we OWN.. haha. i had to teach suffy and von.. ok lar von got natural game sense.. so she pick up rather fast.. she was using some revenant.. i use nerubian lord (EG SPIDER, crypt lord), and suffy used a naga myrmidon.. somehow at first slow.. den after train until v power..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan hui's team used the sentinels.. juanhui used vengeful spirit, joanie use (paladin, i tink), rach use marksman(dwarf), yinzai used a huntress or smth like tt.. she chose tt cos she thot very pretty.. but in e end hohoho so lousy.. hahaha.. so me and von OWN them lar.. starting they were like behind 4 or 5 levels..we were much stronger.. i attained max first.. got most kills for the first part.. impale and windwalk.. windwalk makes me invisible and makes me super fast.. hahah.. impale is the ground come up spike to throw them high up... haha and they STUN. plus suffy whom i taught her to use war stomp, she help me and von stun those dudes that keep running la.. basket cos i no agility.. i super slow, and melee somemore.. then juanhui's elf could hit and run.. basically they were all ranged attackers except joan.. who just anyhow chiong.. nv used spels.. her pala damn brite lar.. haha radiance.. luckily with windwalk i can run ard super quick. hhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den von became quite pro lar.. win me for awhile.. until a while then i win by one or 2 frags. haha.. we are all so pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. this is a v long post.. enjoy.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112555923804622027?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112555923804622027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112555923804622027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112555923804622027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112555923804622027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/09/second-last-thursday-of-sem.html' title='the second last thursday of the sem.'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112504135568332787</id><published>2005-08-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:32:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do me a favour everyone.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. On the 29th of August(Mon) as some of u will know..i'll be attending a court session..dun worry its not serious..however i have a favour to ask of you people..that is.Should any teachers ask where they hell i am just tell them i am taking a driving practical test..cause i haf very strong gut feeling that something might happen to this poor servant of God which is me..anyways do pray for me out there..that my licence won't be revoked or anything bad that will affect my future will come untoward me..thank you everyone for your help and all the best for your exams and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Do we not realise how fast time actually flies?&lt;br /&gt;We met as strangers, barely knowing one another,&lt;br /&gt;Now stuck together as a class,&lt;br /&gt;Having fun and adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy poem above..anyways yeah times fly fast..I still rmb vividly the first day of school..I look like a lecturer with my Timberland Polo Tee.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by Bob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112504135568332787?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112504135568332787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112504135568332787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112504135568332787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;lazyy to studyyy&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALOT of projects uhss&lt;br /&gt;but all of us stl managed to scrape thru&lt;br /&gt;yeay.!&lt;br /&gt;i lykee&lt;br /&gt;i survived.&lt;br /&gt;wif yinnn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeaps&lt;br /&gt;js nw went t0 &lt;em&gt;kan tian shen(&lt;/em&gt;watch movie)&lt;br /&gt;c0rrect anot?&lt;br /&gt;hahakss&lt;br /&gt;watched MUST LOVE DOGS.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;rate it 3/5 arr&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep fer awhile tho&lt;br /&gt;but its worth it&lt;br /&gt;cus its only 6 buckss&lt;br /&gt;keke&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nx tym go watch movie dere&lt;br /&gt;okayss&lt;br /&gt;but dun wanna play arcade alr arr&lt;br /&gt;nw so ex 0rydee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mei you cian&lt;/em&gt;(no money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaylarrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;heres me&lt;br /&gt;signin off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lurp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nisa de `laydee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112498045500028623?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112498045500028623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112498045500028623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112498045500028623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112498045500028623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahahoooo.html' title='hahahoooo'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112495563853587914</id><published>2005-08-25T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:40:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Chronicle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sianz sianz sianz!!! freaking boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PRESENTATIONS LEFT(gene):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ICP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112495563853587914?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112495563853587914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112495563853587914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112495563853587914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112495563853587914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/lim-chronicle.html' title='Lim Chronicle.'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112495531118934817</id><published>2005-08-25T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:39:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ATTENTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;EXAM SCHEDULE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ICP: 21st Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOM: 28th Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;VENUE IS NOT DECIDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112495531118934817?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112495531118934817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112495531118934817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112495531118934817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112495531118934817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112472100214417949</id><published>2005-08-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:48:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Chronicle: lifting up the last pieces of pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it has been horrible. finally all the grp projects are cleared. i cant believe it. so fast. well.. most of us work very well under intense pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope i don't feel this ridiculous cycle of stress. its just so bloody sian. i tink i dun like it when my life comes into work. i wish i dun have a personal life which will go ard thinking abt such nonsense. everything shld try to be so physical. yet we cant help thinking abt our personal lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and personally i just did. 1138 msgs of someone i like.. i store for 8mths. i m deleting without looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WILL CONQUER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and.. life is boring. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112472100214417949?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112472100214417949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112472100214417949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112472100214417949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112472100214417949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/lim-chronicle-lifting-up-last-pieces.html' title='Lim Chronicle: lifting up the last pieces of pain.'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112469498053417313</id><published>2005-08-22T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:46:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzE4NzM1_230549899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; best fom lecturer until he hit my butt. just joking. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;booo..it's becoz u are NOISY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ok la, i nv hate or like exceptionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he knows his subject really well. sometimes very fierce, sometimes very funny...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; not bad not bad. but my hand aches after the lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzIxMjA2_230627103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; call my payrents! QUIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; he gave me 81!! and he caught me for yawning and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;basket him, always say my answers are one liner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nice guy, patient... but sarcastic ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't think he plans the lesson. impromptu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzIzNTAz_230705353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; ITB. DOTS nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; ITBBBBB...international testimonial business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; eh~~~ my fav teacher haha ever patient wif us~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;long suffering teacher.... she can really tahan us man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;patience is the road to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzM0OTcy_230957026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; DTP rules. only if it was easier and mac wasnt so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a photoshop genius..she's a teacher who plays with us mind-testing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; cool DTP, taught me how to use photoshop, yeah man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cool teacher. literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she rocks at mac man. but i suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzM2MzEz_231031136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; DRUG ADDICT! secretly go eat when having tutorial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; jay zhou EYES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; wads wif the eyes man??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he needs to be more serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we have a ptm???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzM3MTg1_231050573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; too nice liao hor. better gimme better marks for ICP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; SHE'S LIKE MY MOTHER...MUACKS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; another of my fav teacher haha so slacky in her class sia~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i believe we dunno what's going on in her lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&amp;amp;S time! (sleeping and slacking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzM5MTYx_231146183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; i shall refrain from hitting too hard. okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; a mediacorp teacher ar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; ................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;late.... until we don't care about punctuatlity anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmmm... no comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v487/joanrox/A_PT_STAFFPHOTO_UzM5Mzkz_231153824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gene:&lt;/span&gt; OC really rox. WOOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanie:&lt;/span&gt; liar!!! haha..a teacher who lies to us all the time..but she's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;von:&lt;/span&gt; she lies!!! but nvm she's still cool~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;liar!! hahaha.. cool liar. she's fun and puts up with our nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is she lying or for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112469498053417313?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112469498053417313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112469498053417313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112469498053417313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112469498053417313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/our-teachers.html' title='Our Teachers'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112464678815189943</id><published>2005-08-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:53:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DMC 1a04!! PLEASE take note!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Date: 21 Sept 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Module: BA0264 - ICP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time: 9am - 11.10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Venue: nt yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: 28 Sept 2005&lt;br /&gt;Module: BA0152 - FOM&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2pm - 5.10pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: nt yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;posted by: joanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;check your sas..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112464678815189943?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112464678815189943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112464678815189943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112464678815189943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112464678815189943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/exam-dates.html' title='Exam Dates'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112446770885123191</id><published>2005-08-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:13:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet, Yet, Another Day Of Von's Life</title><content type='html'>Hey, I dunno why I'm like blogging in here practically everyday man... Told Joan i would be damn sian to blog when I reach home, but still I found my ass stuck to my chair and my fingers typing furiously on the freakin keyboard~~ -.- KAOZ dua kang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was quite slack. Just acted out the CC thing (which sucked a great damn lot, coz i keep forgetting my freakin lines!!!) and wrote like 2 or 3 pages of FOM notes~~ So slacky sia~~ la la la~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about CC, i starting to get very discouraged about the specialist dip. coz its like you need at least a B in CC and OC which i farking do not excel in~~ ... Come to think of it right, I don't think I did exceptionally well for any module 'cept for CD which is like so darn irrelevant la. What's the point of getting Distinction (yes, a distinction, me... God must be not cleaning his specs on that fateful day) for CD, when the rest of the modules have shit grades?? So anyways, don't know why, starting to get a bit sian of Sherlin le... I think she's just full of shit... What's with the fucking attitude man, it's just a freakin script, do you actually need to kao peh us coz it's &lt;strong&gt;ONLY A LITTLE CRUMPLED!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Uh does she know about our class blog?? Coz if she does right, I try to diss her more in future so she know how to treat us better... Why can't she be like Mrs Goh man?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways she was talking about some crap module we'll be taking next sem dunno wth was that don't seem relevant to my mind so it got erased the moment my brain proccessed all that crap. OK, it was some issue and viewpoint thingy. Well the gang was hoping that we wouldn't get her for that module la, can imagine everyone damn sian when we see her nest sem.. pengx -.-. Anyways I think I buang with the specialist dip. le so whatever la forget it, she can gimme a C or D, I also won't care la coz got so many people like deserve it more than me in 04 haha can name a few now le: 'sexygirls', suffy, jessica, Joanie, Nisa... HAHA, like a bit hard to win ar~~ So give up now lorz~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever, why gotta talk about such stressing stuff in here? Well today during the freakin 4 hr break, me, yin, nisa, alwyn and gene went to cine watch that horny show 'Wedding Crashers'. wa bue tahan si bei se la x_x haha quite funny but storyline abit sucky~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then took cab back at 2.30 after the show ended. Well the guys got into a cab first and yet, they reached sch later than us girls and their fare was like $8 when ours was only $7~~ kua kua kua~~ ok so skip the FOM lecture part nothing eventful happened ma~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we (me, yin, joan, rach, suffy, eugenia) went bugis to makan, go gai gai and take purikura (&lt;&lt;that's the correct term for it, not neoprint ok?) Got one shot, we supposed to change position then Joanie la!! Walao squeeze her whole face to the camera so it took her close-up shot (eh i think you got a pimple on ur forehead... again~~) Then, everyone was like sian diao -.- then kp (jokingly) at her. So in the end, we took twice la so everyone spent like 4 bucks on those purikura coz once was 10 freakin dollars then we divided the costs la!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PIC REMOVED] --- BY gene.. for ur own safety. Sorry vonz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a lil lucky today, coz after our second shots right, yin, suffy, joanie was decorating the purikura then rach was cutting out the first shots then gene was looking at her cut la. So i nothing do mah look around, mind my own business... Then AHA!! Saw $2 on the floor haha then i picked it up of coz. Haha!! Walao don't tell me you stupid till you look at it stay on the floor until another lucky asshole come picks it up?? So I told rach la then she was like "von split the money with me!!!" I was like "huh -.o?" EH sista, I found it, I picked it, and so should be mine right?? Haha ok, sound damn xian shi la!! Whatever la, got money why don't take?? HAHA suddenly remember Joan saying SGreans won't so hao xin return lost items to owners de, ok so I'm one of those shit SGreans, but oi remember your thumbdrive also SGreans find and return wan lehz hoi!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that nonsense, everyone kinda left le lor~~ coz no money le then some wanna go meet their friends but not bad, went out till 8 plus like that la, so chiong sia~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways took the MRT back to Lakeside then walk back home (walao 10 mins sia can die). So walk walk walk to my block there le saw my friends playing badminton then saw that son-of-a-bitch ex of mine. Wa short as ever... God must really hate me last time sia make me blind la go stead with that kinda jiao lang (before you guys jump to any conclusion that I am a total bitch here, I believe you guys got no freakin right to say that also, so shut it) See him damn sian, chiong back home!! see him 3 days cannot eat, coz busy puking in the toilet (like that guy in Wedding crashers). K before I start humiliating and degrading myself any further I shall stop here coz people say all my posts are damn long. (cannot ar lao niang wanna be expressive bu ke yi ar!!) K zao liaoz~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya ne~~&lt;br /&gt;voN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112446770885123191?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112446770885123191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112446770885123191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112446770885123191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112446770885123191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-yet-yet-another-day-of-vons-life.html' title='And Yet, Yet, Another Day Of Von&apos;s Life'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112446413254546114</id><published>2005-08-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:08:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Chronicles II</title><content type='html'>today.. CC acting.. great job everyone..&lt;br /&gt;i realise through the acting.. it taught me some stuff.. i tink i gonna humble myself. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thot of being taught again.. is a bit sian. ARGH! its sher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. good for the SEXYGIRLS' grp.. at least finish ICP.. i wont want to ocmplain.. better do now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. went to cine for movie wif von nisa yin alwyn. watched wedding crashers. wad a horny show.. haha.. but it was cool.. den joan like so so sian cos left thumbdrive in sch.. lucky found by lib. hahah. after watch finish.. go back for FOM.. so bloody sian lar! go back sia. but listen also shiok lar.. i tink chonghwa also quite slack today.. watch so many videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt go wif the girls to bugis.. i need to meet my fren mah.. so go wif them. kao. hate it when they talk girl stuff.. but argh.. no matter.. its quite interesting .. haha.. but wah lao being a eugenia is kinda funny. rite. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they go take neoprint.. i dun wan sia.. i tink i feel kinda weird... anyway.. i tink i affected somehow sia.. i affected by a memory lar.. which i thot i'd let go.. but it kinda haunt me.. so sorry dudes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i guess i have to just do my ICP.. and stay happy more.. i tink this week has been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;. but we got to get thru tis.. yea.. year 2 will be crap for sure. oh wells.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. guys.. pls take care ya.. all u rock. but we need strength. more strength.. tired sia.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112446413254546114?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112446413254546114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112446413254546114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112446413254546114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112446413254546114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/lim-chronicles-ii.html' title='Lim Chronicles II'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112437357826854235</id><published>2005-08-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:20:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suffy</title><content type='html'>ok i deleted the stuff i wrote above cos like so depressing.. haha. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on to more fun stuff.. today's CC acting was super funny man! thanks alwyn for bring so much laughter. i think  you're a real joker. my gosh. acting was like crap but i'm sure we will all make it tmr. we are after all, best at last minute work! woot! hmm basically what i wanted to comment on, von has already done so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya was in the train today with rach on the way back when we started talking about our class and how crazy we are.. especially the guys.. can't live with them, can't live without them. haha. if one day you guys stopped being irritating, it would be as if we lost something. ya and we came to a conclusion that at the end of 3 years with this class, when we have to part, i think we will all cry non-stop because this class is really the maddest, most delirious, most incoherent and dysfunctional class. and the good part is: i'm pretty sure we all LOVE IT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112437357826854235?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112437357826854235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112437357826854235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112437357826854235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112437357826854235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/suffy.html' title='suffy'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112436737763085944</id><published>2005-08-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:09:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yet, Another Day Of Von's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Today, I happy happy sleep. Then till at 8, I woke up. Cause the alarm rang la. Then a bit sian of going skool coz got 3 hrs of FOM lecture (siao then go) so went back to play chess with Zhou Gong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But sway sway got alot of people dont want to let me sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TMD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;K, so here are the people who are jealous I can sleep till 10 o'clock mwhahaha. Alwyn-8.23 (scold me pi pui coz I dont want go FOM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TMD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;again. Then Juan Hui-8.39 (ask me about axs machine movie tix siao ar you) After that, Yin-10.41 (tell me go skool coz FOM finish early [basket dennis like this also can be lecture never teach and let people off so early]) Then Joan-10.46 (call me go skool do CC sian [basket sherlin y must have the acting this week i damn sian la chiong so many reports&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yet again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Walao, the haze has come to Jurong, from where I sitting now, I can see nothing but the smoke from people's &lt;em&gt;gim zhua&lt;/em&gt; (joss paper) ahhh choking!!! What's the date today in the lunar calendar?? 14th of 7th month ar?? So scary better not go out later meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;good brothers&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyways, today was rather uneventful, coz everyone chiong-ing the CC script, sian. So when, I reach skool also bo bian must do CC... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THEN!!! THAT DONG &amp;amp; ALWYN GAN GAN&lt;/span&gt; go play pool and when I call pang pui he still dare say they just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXTEND TO 12.30 DONT WANT TO WASTE THE TIME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Walaoeh, hear that I damn sian but bo bian, lan lan lorz...So do do do till 12.55 then go in LT9 for gam lan ICP lecture. (I so gonna fail sia totally dunno what she talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then after lecture stayed in the LT rehearse the CC. Actually I seriously think it will be a major flop tommorrow cause we just rushed everything. But oh well, no time what, that's y got slipshod work. Then Nisa damn annoying keep shouting into the mike damn irritating la, slap her (biak biak) haha no la jkjk she my sista how can haha (if want also wont say out mwhahahaha). Then we started to act out la... Was damn funny la alwyn's part he played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who thinks he's God's gift to women (in the skit only la not real life). Then Jessica played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a bitch, so paiseh you got a lousy role but bo bian we not creative enuff to think of a cooler role). So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Edison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;was supposed to say those cheesy stuff to his gf,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;la. Know what he said?? He said " You know, I get very tired everyday... coz i dream of you every night... and I will be chasing after you in my dream' something like that la... I almost go knock into the wall and bleed myself to death. Was damn &lt;em&gt;er xin&lt;/em&gt; la (pukes blood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After the rehearsing, we made our way to the ITB room, saw Hui Jie they all, already sitting in the best seats walao my emperor seat also kena stolen haha but nvm I'll just come earlier next time hohohoho. (hey i mean no malice or bad stuff here ok!!) So our dear sexy voice lecturer, Mrs Goh started to teach le la. Haha, I think she is a freakin good lecturer, one of my favs!! Y?? Coz no matter what we do, she also hiew lan, continue to teach. This I find it superbly amazing coz not one lecturer can tahan us BUT SHE CAN!!!! Anyways i was listening a bit then, drifting off abit. Then she said' You all know how to make the autoshape right?' Then, 'Ya you all know' something like that la... Haha she so ke ai la ask question and answer them herself!! Haha, so I say &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;eh cher, y you ask the question and answer them yourself?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha then Nisa say i very bad (eh, trying to inject some humour rite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So around the middle of the class, the gang started to tag in here. Response was so overwhelming that there were at least 50 posts in that half hour. Gei gou the tag box crashed. Haha last post was gene's wan haha (u make spoil wan) Then lesson ended, Joan asked Mrs Goh to lend us her com to print our script then she allowed. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;HAHA wrong move&lt;/span&gt;, coz we wanted to print 6 copies of 5 papers not 1 only. Then before she could say anything we change the 1 copy to 6 and clicked 'Print'. Haha i think she almost faint sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Then later took the printed script to the car park and rehearse haha then Alwyn stunt Mrs Goh, stand in the middle of the road blocking her exit. So we used 2 parking lots to rehearse. Think got a few people think we all siao coz got 9 mad people laffing like mad in the middle of the car park. Haha was freaking funny again, cannot tahan~~ And so the day ended, and now awaits the arrival of tommorrow. so kns sia k la whatever~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;LAO NIANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;go write FOM notes liaoz~~ zao liaoz~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya ne~~&lt;br /&gt;voN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112436737763085944?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112436737763085944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112436737763085944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112436737763085944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112436737763085944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-yet-another-day-of-vons-life.html' title='And Yet, Another Day Of Von&apos;s Life'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112435370083433214</id><published>2005-08-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:29:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel's rights</title><content type='html'>I have been hired by Rachel to defend her rights as a human and student of DMC 1A04. I, Margaret Chang, hereby take the oath to help her in times of need when under fire by the other classmates. Some examples are when they make fun of her burping. (And many more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is purely fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by suffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112435370083433214?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112435370083433214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112435370083433214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112435370083433214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112435370083433214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/rachels-rights.html' title='rachel&apos;s rights'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112434954567047735</id><published>2005-08-18T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:55:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWYN THE PIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JOAN'S ENTRY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now offically declare that Alwyn is A PIG...lazy PIGGGG...hahaha...stupid idiot...he and d0ng!!!!! Jessica, sufern, Yvonne and I were discussing our CC script...that two guys were playing POOL.............GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYWNNNN..U Lazy piG!!!!!! PIG PIG PIG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...back to my entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having ITB lessons NOW!! and blogging...COOL..today's FOM, so many PON sia...BRANDON WAS 1HR 30MIN LATE....his attendence hor..BWG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..tml is our CC play...we are GOING TO PERFORM MAN....oh maN..hope shirlin will give us a decent grade..I WANNA TAKE THE FILM STUDIES ELECTIVE next yr...ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end here...ITB TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;posted by: cute joanie =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112434954567047735?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112434954567047735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112434954567047735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112434954567047735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112434954567047735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/alwyn-pig.html' title='ALWYN THE PIG'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112428718825986811</id><published>2005-08-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:59:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lim Chronicles. (von and i same surname mah. haha)</title><content type='html'>ok i beginning to eat back my own words.. tell ppl to lac.. then i myself explode cos of stress.. sorry to those who work wif me.. i either boss too much or complain too much or do too little or all of the above. sorry &lt;bows&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok things to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah kao today damn sian. i didnt know the frigging ITB test is tt hard. KAO! then mrs goh.. lol. try calling her office. trying to stay sexy. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new catchphrases..&lt;br /&gt;Eh I'm busy now, don't crap wif me.. keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXYGIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha joking lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeNe -outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112428718825986811?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112428718825986811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112428718825986811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112428718825986811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112428718825986811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/lim-chronicles-von-and-i-same-surname.html' title='Lim Chronicles. (von and i same surname mah. haha)'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112428935311990344</id><published>2005-08-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:25:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rach reviews: chiong ah chiong!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup this is my first entry. bet you guys must be looking forward to it rite? haha. no lah joking. i'm not that HL like erm... yah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was reeeeeeeeeaaaalllllllyyyyyy tiring and rushing lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;have to hand up dtp and fom. sucks man. but of cos we managed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after today i learnt that&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) relax during dtp and even if you stare at the mac for a million yrs, it'll nv tell you how to create a new path and how to remove the stupid white background (sry i'm a computer idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) of cos with brandon in our fom grp it seems like we have a lot to do so we shouldn't leave stuff to the last minute and end up passing the report at 5.11 pm to the office to pass to dennis cos he has left sch already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) eat yr breakfast if you know that you'll be rushing projects today!!! i didn't have a single bite the whole day and had dinner at 6. my poor stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) save the cc script in a thumbdrive as a back-up cos you'll nv know when yr email starts givin you problems. it's ok bob! i don't blame you :) but we'll just have to rewrite the script again. we can do it!!! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. some stuff i learnt today. haha so guai rite? i did reflections. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the way home i was so tired that as usual i started drifting off to slp while standing up on the train. so as usual my knees will start to bend then i will suddenly jerk awake and drift off again. the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah where was i? ya i was faling asleep while standing so my head dropped forward then BANG! shit. i hit the railing with my head!!! ouch! damn pai seh lah!!! the guy beside me was giving me a weird look. can't blame him. i look funny when i'm half awake. so i pretended nothing happened and just turned ard and rubbed my head. arghhh. but this is not as embarassing as the time i fell down at the mrt, my butt damn pain lor! but the embarassment is worse than the pain. ya. in total, since i came to SP, i fell down at the mrt once cos i ran on a wet floor (gd thing the guy in front also fall so not that pai seh), fell from the chair twice (actually it doesn't really hurt) and banged my head. seriously i need to watch out for myself or else i'll be wrapped up in bandages and break all my bones when i hit 80. haha but watch out for the stairs yvonne and joanie!!! hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's abt it.. oh yah. one more thing! NEVER eat creamy pasta before you take a nap because you'll feel like puking when you wake up. trust me. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ya so that's it! take care 04 peeps! you rock guys. but i rock more!!! haha! dun miss meeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112428935311990344?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112428935311990344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112428935311990344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112428935311990344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112428935311990344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/rach-reviews-chiong-ah-chiong.html' title='The rach reviews: chiong ah chiong!!!!'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112427508287046492</id><published>2005-08-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:47:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Of Von's Life</title><content type='html'>hey so here I am again~~ I don't know how to make my own blog so I blog here la... For the time being la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today de post maybe not so funny as my first (bear with it la)&lt;br /&gt;K, i'll start with something serious first. I read Bob's post and ok good la clear up the problems here. Ya la gonna be together for another 2 and a half years lehz (wa i seriously cannot tahan bob and alwyn's obscenities for that long sia) so try to be more open to everyone lor. Yeah, so I thought about the questions put out in his post (walao bob i thought you usually talk about sex, then now how come so serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first question was: do we really know each other really well? Hmm, I think I know the gang quite well la but I don't really know the quiet group (can I refer to you guys as this?) as much as the gang. But not to worry, time will make us know everyone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was: Have we really worked with each other well? uh i've only worked with Jessica and Jasmine (haha double J, majiam Jay Chou and Jolin Tsai. kua kua kua~~) Well, I think the both of them are very efficient and nice to work with!!I'd definitely like to work with them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was: can we honestly tolerate each other? OK la i cannot tahan bob and alwyn's display of their gay affections (damn er xin la) den maybe dong's singing (sorry man but you should stay a guitarist haha :-) ) haha joking la, well no one in the class ever pissed me off so badly till i cant tolerate him/her. So everything's cool now~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Are we putting a facade in the presence of one another? OH PLS!! I dont have to act like somebody else in front of my friends la, facade wad, go knock wall la bob. This is the worst question la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so like, whatever la. enough of all that. Talk about what happened today la la la~~ Nothing much la actually not so farnie as the lao 3 8 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, overslept. Missed FOM. Haha, not that i want but really CMI la, so continue sleeping till 9 woo~~ Then waited for the gang to drag their asses out of the LT (walao you all damn slow la all the classes come out le you all still inside rot) Crap missed su fern getting scholarship from mahindren [horse-faint-people] (I know not like that spell la but his name is insignificant la remember for what?) So su fern brought her IBook haha for what?? DO PROJECT LA!! zhen shi ta ma de!! Kaoz, I still thought today can go outside chiong during break. waliew wo de bo li xin bei ni men da sui le (my glass heart is shattered by you guys) T.T hoho so we do do do till 11 plus like that go FC6 eat (gou wu dou loh) then went down to the media studio liaoz.. Su fern started playing the guitar, played SOMEHOW and Baby Maybe and i sang along at some parts. Was pretty fun while we were waiting for Doris cause everyone was just slacking outside, didn't feel like we were having alot of projects to chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, bob and dong came. As usual la them and alwyn started to do obscene stuff, k skip this part. Too er xin to say le (pukes blood and foams at the mouth X_x) Then they saw ayumi outside. AND THEN!! She bent down pick some stuff la so expose abit of her back la, walao the 3 guys majiam see her nude like that!! Damn high la they all. Bue tahan. Then i saw edison (not you la, alwyn) kaoz by the time people tell me is him i only saw his back view la same as not seeing. sway anot? Then saw him with another girl walao even more sway! pengx don't talk about him le~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into the lab le, finally~~ started on the brochure lor. Then gene went to find Mrs Goh about his make-up test. Siao la he went all the way to T6 to find her. Walao if me I rather fail than walk so far, kaoz. But he returned quite fast. Then while doing the work, he say he called Mrs Goh on her answering machine, said her voice damn sexy (hahahahahaha can't imagine Mrs Goh sexy la). So he called her again and let me hear the voice la, and was quite sexy (said something like Hello, I'm Mrs Goh Seok Khoon, I 'm not at my desk... bla bla bla) so ok la not bad quite sexy de next time u all go try la. So, do do do for around 1 and a half hour. So started to print it out.. Then gene went to take the paper. Dunno wth happened to him, he thought he helping someone deliver baby (printer is the woman giving birth, paper is the baby and him the doctor) kept saying 'push! I can see the head! Breathe! This guy seriously got a problem in his head... -.- K, so we took the 'baby' to the cutting room, then know what at this point of time alwyn also siao liao. Him and gene took these 2 ruler (that look like those electric thing to jolt your heart in those surgery) try on me. siao arz -.- so we cut the 'baby' la gene holding the ruler down, then i cut la. k so everything was cool, i cut cut cut then gei gou go out of line, bu xiao xin cut the 'baby' then alwyn make the long 'beeeep' sound la majiam the heart stop then gene take the rulers said 'clear' then pressed the rulers on the 'baby'.. Seriously siao liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gene went to deliver the new baby again, then he pushed down the ruler and cut the baby, himself. Again the baby didn't survive. walao can cry. print so many times le leh.. doris confirm in her heart cuss us... coz we really print alot of times haha so the last time we print then was successful, the baby survived. Then know what? We'ew supposed to stick both sides together. BUT , NO GLUE!!! bo bian use double sided tape. So the guys did that la then they show to su fern and me. ok la looks fine from the look. THEN!!! when we tried to fold it back, found out that they only stick the side the top and bottom nothing... walao puke blood haha where got so like this de. Bue tahan, then we the earliest to finish the DTP mah so slack around lor... Then alwyn ki siao lorz... started to dance and thinks he's Usher (pls la) after that he wrote on a paper 'edison chen guan xi' and put it in front of him.... walao (stop this self denial la, your mother give you this name why want change to that... even if change name you still that face ooops... la la la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then waited till 3, of course zao la, stay dere till christmas mehz... so go home, reach home, on computer, start to type and post the blog, going to eat now zao liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: eh you guys should try curry noodle with cheese man its nice la.. and gene you dun LS after eating that, its perfectly safe to eat and wont LS (quote: eh sorry, i still eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya ne~~&lt;br /&gt;voN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112427508287046492?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112427508287046492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112427508287046492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112427508287046492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112427508287046492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-day-of-vons-life.html' title='Another Day Of Von&apos;s Life'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112420721689857532</id><published>2005-08-17T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:46:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies..</title><content type='html'>Wow..its great to see at last the blog comes back to life well-done Eugene, Yvonne, Nisa and Yin2..I really the others would come upfront too okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie i shan't rant about the happenings in our class today..but i'd like to just say a few words..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to apologise sincerely to my classmates who feel offended of my "maiden" post..I shouldn't have labelled you people indiscriminately..you are all part of my class..we are going to work together for the next 3 years right.&lt;br /&gt;So I really hope that this incident let it be a turning point for all of us..Do ponder upon these questions..&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we really know each other really well?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have we really work with each other really well?&lt;br /&gt;3. Can we honestly tolerate each other?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are we just putting on a facade in the presence of one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions are not targetted at anyone or any parties specifically..These as I am typing, I myself am asking these and wondering what should I do to all these answers..&lt;br /&gt;With this incident, I do really hope that we should really make effort no matter who you are to really work together, have fun together and get to know each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I would end with a quote.&lt;br /&gt;"God shall not change the fate of a community,unless they make an effort to change."- The Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by Bob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112420721689857532?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112420721689857532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112420721689857532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420721689857532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420721689857532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/apologies.html' title='Apologies..'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112420124412328703</id><published>2005-08-17T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:10:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean Back and chill!!</title><content type='html'>okok.. me is gene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate projects. tis is so bloody stressful.. we all gonna relac k! tis is just a stupid term! we chiong! JISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon man i miss all the times we go to clementi play arcade. haha and also go out to makan. honestly quite sick of FC6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gene- out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112420124412328703?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112420124412328703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112420124412328703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420124412328703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420124412328703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/lean-back-and-chill.html' title='Lean Back and chill!!'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112419976037546844</id><published>2005-08-17T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:42:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Von's Life</title><content type='html'>Yo yo fellow clazmates!!! Me is von!! La la la~~~ Xiao mei mei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok first time blogging here arz, dunno what to write... hmm i'll talk about what happened today, quite uneventful la 4 me but, hey! tis is a class blog rite? cant stop me from writing mwhahahaha... (recovers) ok here goes~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm damn pissed!! y pissed you ask?? hah still to say mah!! today i brought Qoo drink into LT, gei gou kena chou by some farking old bitch called Alice Tang (Alice Tang you are so dead you kena aimed by lao niang liaoz) walao she damn guai lan la so old le still like this... nobody want her den she know... skali married liao but her husband bue tahan her, den go out have affair... haha u poor old bitch... anyways, she kicked me out of the LT (b4 lecture start of cos) tell me go out drink, basket her... anyways i gei gei got listen den fake i gonna stand up so she'd think i going out, but i juz hide the can behind my chair la... but noe what?? tt lao 3 8 still stand dere diao me summore kaoz... bo bian la go out lor... den saw alwyn and rach 2 PERSON ONLY HORZ (wa scandalous) walking up the stairs (ho, alwyn not bad ar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT haven finished...i went back into the LT and to my horror!!! tt lao 3 8 still inside talking to gam lan!! 0.0 walao y old ppl so many things to talk de (grumbles)... niways she is some sort of calefair in our SB, she's the co-ordinatior for the dept of marketing... wad she doing in our DMC lecture la? (u marketing de leh, lao 3 8) den she say wanted to have 3 mins of our time to tok abt some feedback thing 4 our lecturers... k so i give her 3 mins la ... in the end know what she talk 4 20 mins... walao bue paiseh sia... our dear ms hui still need to conduct lecture lehz and dun waste so much time telling us stuff we ald noe, OK!!! we are poly students le not childish secondary students, ur farking attitude don work on us HOR!!! walao talk abt her make me damn dulan... pui (pray to god i dun see her ever again, if not i will go knock myself into the wall and juz bleed myself to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ICP lecture ar, go do FOM project, walao so messy sia i almost faint... and the lab we used was like damn crowded walao majiam step into market like tt... so noisy almost can hear 'auntie 500g of cabbage hor' wa pengx~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my grp (me, bob, alwyn and jasmine) do do do. den after 1 hr we finish it... almost la... den i called su fern thought the gang still in sch den i wanted go find them ma.. but guess what, THEY WENT TO JP!!! JIA HO LIAO SOME MORE!!! WALAO!!! ok ok over reacting... den damn sian kena left behind... (i'm so hurt u guys y leave me behind T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so my grp and farid went to FC5 eat KFC den slack till 2 50 like tt... den made our way back to SB for OC (not tt OC frm ch5 la, is oral comm)... sian if all my 2 hr break use 4 proj i dun wanna cum sch liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den in OC, fairuz (tt liar) talk about the presentation and gave back our script (yea so happi i got a b) den around the end of OC she wanted us to think of smth to talk like:what we learnt, what we like about the module and what we'll miss frm tis module...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone said they'd miss her lies (figures right? she every lesson will lie once la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that talk, still muz do DTP cos tml was the due date so bo bian muz do~~ wah den only got 1 hour nia how to chiong den damn hectic la, tt alwyn sit dere pi pui, pi pui.. den gene damn stress cos he cant make the pictures opaque (lac la brotha picure only ma) hmm me and su fern quite slack i think... oi but we did alot last week horz so cannot say we nv do work!!! den gene saw this old man from the media studio thought he'd be of some help coz gene try 4 half an hour still cannot change the opacity... so he asked that old guy 4 help la... den gene call him 4 like 5 mins he dunno really never hear or he juz dunno how to do... den when he finally heard, he said he never teach for a long time liaoz... ok so i damn dulan coz call him so many times den gimme tis shit answer.. so i say 'so you dunno how to do la? ok thanks' haha a bit attitude arz but bo bian this ah pek needs some lessons man.. haha so till 5 gotta leave that media studio liao, tt same old guy came again call us shut our comps.. den he saw su fern's screen got wallpaper and i sway sway was using that com, he thought it was me who screwed the screen la... den he say 'y u mess around with the computer' i damn sian of him le la... so i give him shit look den walk out of the studio liao... haha gene say i damn kns la.. hn but i dun care~~ la la la~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after tt, of cos go home la (if not u think stay in skool stalk that alice tang meh waliew) ok here getting boring so i'll stop coz i ntg to write le~~ look forward to my future post haha i'll b xiaxue no. 2 haha no la jkjk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya ne~~&lt;br /&gt;voN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112419976037546844?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112419976037546844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112419976037546844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112419976037546844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112419976037546844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-of-vons-life.html' title='A Day Of Von&apos;s Life'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112420268944401875</id><published>2005-08-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:31:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakaka...=)</title><content type='html'>Ok....finally, im blogging here. Happy rite! woohoo! ok fine..self entertain..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..von...so fierce neh u...wahaha..though tat old main very guai lan la..no choice ma..ppl old liao..muz give them so face! wakaka..oops..im so bad.! How can i be so bad, i muz remain as a decent gal! Bad influrence!BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so what do i need to type here? Ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... basically today started out quite ok la...cuz my rashes ok liao..wahaha..wow..yesterday at home! sian lo! Rot at home..thn von cry for mi...i think she miss mi too much la! im so touched lo! wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn after icp..we went to jp la...thn makan there..shop shop abit...quite fun la...got two new members join us today..hui jie and jessica! wahah...hope u two enjoy the small trip today...oya..so sad von not with us! Xiao meimei....poor thingy..wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..thn after tat..OC! haha...today not bad la her lesson..but i got 64 lo! a C lo?! im so sadddddd! =(...i think i too much errors la...no time to check ma..not even enough time to finish la..boo! but i will really try to score well in the next major presenatation la!=)jia you! then today is like the last lesson for OC? cuz the next 3 wks are for presentations ma....so  she wan us to say something emotional? Erm...thn everyone was like cute?BUT!! she say i look like a mina? omg lo! ok...i muz say one more time! IM NOT A LIAN OR A MINA!!!! im just a decent and simple gal lo!sob! haha...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn after OC, we went to do abit of dtp la...&lt;br /&gt;so tat's how i end my day in sch today...Wow..thn came home liao...PROJECTS! im dying soon! ARGH!!!! how could poly life be like this!!!!!!! Wow...like no life lo! not like mi at all! i wanna go shopping!kbox!movies!stay overnite or something? something FUN and ACTIVE  la! but now...all i can do is projects...blogging here might be a little luxury for mi now? time files and i dun have much time liao...gotta go do research! oman...im so guai liao! o no..im guai inthe past liao...but now a liitle too guai..is this really mi? im wondering..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;-=*yinz, the great*=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112420268944401875?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112420268944401875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112420268944401875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420268944401875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112420268944401875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/wakaka.html' title='wakaka...=)'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112412817794064878</id><published>2005-08-16T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:49:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhh~</title><content type='html'>weee~ nisa here bloggin at 1.45 AM.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mornin~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i guess AL0T of u haven bn gettin enuff rests ryteee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all c0s of the pr0jectsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICP, FOM,  CD, CC, OC anddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. sounds lyke &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lee chong hwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;probrem. wakakaka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeahh its all bc0s of BOB tt they n0w they r called the SP*** gurls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunt werry gurls its n0t anything bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we r n0t against u 0r anythin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w0kayss.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;js n0w itb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was great.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappp 0l de wayyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i l0ikee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crappin here.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay goooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of lurf&lt;br /&gt;'l a y d e e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112412817794064878?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112412817794064878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112412817794064878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112412817794064878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112412817794064878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/arghhh_15.html' title='arghhh~'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112376618590335245</id><published>2005-08-12T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:24:04.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take It Any More!</title><content type='html'>Okie people, the title sounds feirce doesn't it? Well yes! I can't take it anymore seeing this blog stagnant like the waters at the gutter near my house which I walk past everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my very first entry for the class blog, i would like to talk about what happens in our class every thursdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays, amazingly is when many strange things happens(not those mumbo jumbo shit that happens on thursday nites as some wld say)..well the first freaking thing that happens is that Alwyn and I were wearing the same colour top and interestingly-PURPLE..Yeah for those who have seen me and Alwyn going lovey dovey with each other..dun worry we are not gays cause i still love "PUNANIs" like other guys do!Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;2nd freaky thing is that(drum rolls please!)...Yes the SP*** Girls! they actually pon ITB..the most least expected is H J and Theresa..They actually succumbed to temptations and really pon! Wow amzing!HAhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okie for the next part okie..well i will make it a point to actually feature one classmate for every entry and what my thoughts about them k..&lt;br /&gt;So for today's featured classmate is (&lt;em&gt;drum rolls please!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB!yeah me definitely..don'y worry I will not as narcisstic as (the class knows who) k.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is the eldest classmate..He is 19 by default but looks way older than that can pass off as a married man with 2 kids..Hahaha..He can be abit disgusting and he always thinks he is Sexy..his motto is "To be sexy doesn't mean you have to got the looks"..Yeah he likes looking or rather ogling at girls while eating at foodcourt 6. He is single and tries very hard not to be involved in relationships (Yeah! I am very afraid of getting involved!)..He is very determined to do well and wants others to do well too.&lt;br /&gt;A student by the day and tutor on alternate nites, he enjoys listening to oldies, jazz, country music..To recognise him is very easy..he wears a jade pendant, brown pants everyday and currently spots a goatee and moustache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie thats all I've got to say about myself k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest of all people do not have everything, they make do with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; that comes along their way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted by Bob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112376618590335245?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112376618590335245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112376618590335245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112376618590335245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112376618590335245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-take-it-any-more.html' title='Can&apos;t Take It Any More!'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112299266734650365</id><published>2005-08-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:25:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet anyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY GUYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having a class chalet on 13-15Oct 2005. It's during the 1 month holiday....do anyone of you have any objections or comments??? We will be celebrating Yin's bday at the same time...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO IT'S KILLING two BIRDS with a STONE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the location of the chalet, I'm wondering what type you guys prefer, coasta sands resort, downtown east or bungalow type??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to hear from all of you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted by: Joan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112299266734650365?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112299266734650365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112299266734650365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112299266734650365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112299266734650365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/08/class-chalet-anyone.html' title='Class Chalet anyone??'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112244736953167436</id><published>2005-07-27T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:56:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ @ East Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Our Class BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Venue: East Coast Park, Pit 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Time: 6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;                  -posted by Joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112244736953167436?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112244736953167436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112244736953167436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112244736953167436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112244736953167436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/07/bbq-east-coast.html' title='BBQ @ East Coast'/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112167396103071089</id><published>2005-07-18T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:06:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!!&lt;br /&gt;sufern here ahh... umm.. k i dunno what to write here so hmm oh yes ITB lesson now. the best way to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisa &amp; bob sitting in a tree................................................................................... fill in the rest yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nisa mei don't kill me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112167396103071089?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112167396103071089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112167396103071089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112167396103071089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112167396103071089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-sufern-here-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14483167.post-112134552651884650</id><published>2005-07-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:52:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog under construction..sorry...there's many ca and projects to handle...it will take quite awhile before this blog gets set up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CIAOS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14483167-112134552651884650?l=dmc-1a04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/feeds/112134552651884650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14483167&amp;postID=112134552651884650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112134552651884650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14483167/posts/default/112134552651884650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc-1a04.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>dMc 1A04!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421740923938154692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
