<?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-3427165470625718131</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:07.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've created a blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>da dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819278755691616083</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3427165470625718131.post-7950034704964414784</id><published>2007-11-12T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:17:16.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ouch!! Oh hi again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Man that hurt a lot! I wish i didn't have to fall down from that stupid stairs. It hurts when you fall all the way down with you face on facing the ground. It all started when i when to my mom's hometown this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. It was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandfather's&lt;/span&gt; brother's daughter's wedding day. Unfortunately i got a fever and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stomachache&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and i didn't want to let mom miss her cousin's wedding so i decided to follow her there. I got worse and worse on the way there. I started to lose my appetite and got sleepier too. So, i couldn't go to the wedding. It was a good thing that there was maid around to help look after me while my mom and the others went to the wedding. Thanks to maid, a good meal and long hours of sleep, i started to recover. The next day, i we started to get ready to leave. We packed our bags and loaded it into the car. As we were about to leave, i went up stairs holding my bottle to make a double check. I went down stairs i sorta fell down or tripped, i don't know i just couldn't remember, i mean if you fall down from the stairs you would be able to remember anything that happened just now except for falling down the stairs and feeling pain in all of the parts of your body right? Even if you don't i do. Anyway as i was saying, i fell down from the stairs which was really painful all my aunts and uncles rush up to see what happened. After a while, i turn myself around and saw lots of blood on the floor, my T-shirt and my pants, i never seen so much blood coming out of me before it was somehow shocking but cool. I also saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; on all the faces of my relatives. They we're really shocked and frighten, even my cousin who was asleep was waken up by the loud bangs my body and bottle made . I think my bottle was the main reason i wasn't hurt that much. After that my mom helped to apply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt; to my cuts. I got lots of bruises, but the worst part of all was my chin i was really lucky that it wasn't that serious. If not i might need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;. Phew!! Thank God for that!! After that incident i started to be more careful when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; near any stairs. I didn't want that to happen again especially when my mom asks me to rub the part where there are bruises that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; hurts. I have to do it three times everyday. If i don't do it, my mom will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;If i didn't go upstairs, if i was more careful, if  the floor wasn't that slippery, if... there are a thousand ways for me to avoid that fall but it still had to happen because that's the way things go well that's just life. Sometimes i just wish i could see the future, but we all know that that's impossible. If we could i could do that, that would be just amazing with that i could avoid many things such as that fall or maybe even avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; danger that awaits me in the future. I could do lots of stuff that i couldn't do before like know what's going to come out on the next test(but i won't do that cause that's cheating) or maybe i could even get to be a superhero and bring safety to everyone!! But i wouldn't want to though cause it's a big responsibility and i won't what to do to help the person in danger. What i do hope now is for my wounds to be healed as quickly as possible so that i can start to eat properly and not rub my bruises anymore. So wish me luck!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just from the one and only injured me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eunice :3&lt;/span&gt; &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/3427165470625718131-7950034704964414784?l=d1nonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7950034704964414784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427165470625718131&amp;postID=7950034704964414784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/7950034704964414784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/7950034704964414784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>da dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819278755691616083</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-3427165470625718131.post-6102549157674978211</id><published>2007-11-11T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:59:58.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hey there again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;today were gonna talk about my amigos. i have the greatest buddies in the whole wide universe. no one could ever replace them. they are my most trustworthy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bubbly&lt;/span&gt;, talkative, crazy, cool, loyal, smart, cute Michelle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Azureen&lt;/span&gt;. they always look out for me and always cheer me up when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; down we're like sisters. we have a lot in common which makes it very easy to get along with each other. in school we're always together never once are we spotted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; it's as if we're stuck with super glue. in school we're always known as one of the craziest gang. that's because we're always laughing and laughing without any reason (well sometimes we do have a reason) our classmates, schoolmate s and even the teachers or should i just say the whole school thinks that we're crazy, but we don't really mind though. to me laughing is really natural thing to do though in fact it's good for health too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How we 1st met each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i talk about Michelle and me 1st. when we we're younger we studied in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; that's where we first met each other. then i started going to primary school, i met her there too which was i big surprise. and that's how we became good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;now  about about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Azureen&lt;/span&gt; and me. when we we're in standard 3 if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; remembered correctly Michelle and me studied in the same class, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Azureen&lt;/span&gt;. She asked us whether we could be friends so we accepted her as our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; buddy. so that's how we all met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Things we do together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;well we do about almost everything together. oh ya there was once Michelle came over to my house for a sleepover. we had so much fun together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Well that's about all wait for my next entry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Just from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice :3&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/3427165470625718131-6102549157674978211?l=d1nonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6102549157674978211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427165470625718131&amp;postID=6102549157674978211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/6102549157674978211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/6102549157674978211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-amigos.html' title='My amigos'/><author><name>da dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819278755691616083</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-3427165470625718131.post-4603561568096272967</id><published>2007-11-07T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:14:39.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hi again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna talk &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; my family. i have a mom n a dad but no brothers n sisters. yup that's right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the only child. people might say that only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;childs&lt;/span&gt; are always been like a treasure to the parents, always get what they want and always spoiled. that's where your totally wrong.my parents are really strict whenever i make a mistake they'll scold me and if it's a big one they'll beat me and if i cry they'll beat me harder. i always hated them when i was younger. but there are times when they really nice and buy me stuff that i like which made me real happy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; automatically forget about the stuff that they've done to me . ya, good times, good times, but that was last time though, when i was still young. now they don't treat me that way anymore cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; then the last time and i get more freedom to do what i want that's if it's a right thing. a parent wouldn't let us do something wrong right? anyway back to my parents, my dad's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; man and my mom's a teacher. they're real hardworking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt;. they both work hard to earn money. my dad's a kind man and has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;humour&lt;/span&gt; too i love his jokes and funny stories however when i tell them to my friends they won't laugh maybe it's something to do with him. it's strange though because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; he tells a joke or a funny story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; will laugh. maybe it's the way he tells it or maybe i just don't have the talent. k now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you about my mom. she's the tiger of the house and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fiercest&lt;/span&gt; person in the planet or the whole universe. you wouldn't want to make her mad or else you'll be in a big trouble. when i said that i was scolded by my parent i meant scolded by her. she can be really scary some time so you better watch out. as much as i hate to say this although she may be really hot tempered, scary, fierce and a person who want things to be perfect all the time but deep down i believe that she's just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; mother who just wants her family to live in a life which is great and comfortable. if you look on her good side she is a really good person and most of all a good mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;next, i should talk about my relatives. on my dads side of the family, i have 6 uncles and 2 aunts. they all are married accept for two of my uncles. my 1st uncle has three sons.my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; uncle also has three sons my 3rd uncle has three daughters and my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; uncle has two daughters. k now for my aunts my 1st aunt has a daughter. my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; aunt has a son. that's all of them.and now for my mom's side of the family, i have 2 uncles and 2 aunts and they're all married. my 1st uncle has a son and a daughter. my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; uncle has a son and a daughter too. my 1st aunt has 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;daughters&lt;/span&gt;. my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; aunt has a son. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;happies&lt;/span&gt; during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year, that's because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; get lots of money from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;angpows&lt;/span&gt; i receive from all my relatives!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now you know about my family. there's still more so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; my next entry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!!!!        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just from  the one and only me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3427165470625718131-4603561568096272967?l=d1nonlyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4603561568096272967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3427165470625718131&amp;postID=4603561568096272967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/4603561568096272967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3427165470625718131/posts/default/4603561568096272967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1nonlyme.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>da dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819278755691616083</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-3427165470625718131.post-5907374700225299481</id><published>2007-11-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:33:03.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st entry</title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Eunice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13 n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a girl of course. 2day is my 1st time here. n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; real excited! Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not such a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;writer&lt;/span&gt; so i don't really know what to write. So since it's my 1st time i guess i should introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Eunice as you all know n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 13 which i have mention just now, my hobby is let's see.....to tell the truth it's about everything cause there always something interesting in every thing you do, at least that's what i think. K what i like to eat let's see... EVERYTHING except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; n tomatoes i always hated them but my parents always force me to eat those stuff cause they say:"It's good for your health dear, come on swallow them down. Now that's a good girl ." I always hated it when they talk that way, it's sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a baby. But they're doing this because they love me n care for me n it's only for my own good. But i still hope that one fine day they'll wake up n see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; already a big girl n can take care of myself, ya i would really like that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; back to what i like, so, i like to everything, but like to stay indoors more than outdoors. I like all the colours n all the different types of animals to well except for insects. i hate them. Oh and i love to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; n movies too. Sometimes i can even watch from the morning till night. My parent even call me 'the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; addict' but i don't really mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; i may 'the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; addict' i still have time fr other stuff such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and homework and exercise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; much much more. But i have to say that, i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; survive without computer or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. It's like,how should i put it... It's like they're a part of me, i really i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; leave them. Even if you only let me watch a show that is so boring for a day i would still accept it. Well it's just me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all! 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