<?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-17526213</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:06:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love.. Forevermore..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17526213.post-3704869450317324037</id><published>2010-02-25T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:10:37.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just HAD to post this. Wonder if anyone comes here anymore. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a professor asked his students ‘Why do we SHOUT instead of speak when we are ANGRY?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the students thought for a while. One answered ‘Because we lost our cool. That’s why we SHOUT.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked the professor again, ‘But the person is just right next to you, why can’t we talk softly but have to SHOUT?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gave their opinions but none was accepted by the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly explained by the professor ‘When we are ANGRY, our hearts drift apart. To mask the DISTANCE we felt, we instinctively SHOUT instead of speak so the other party can hear us.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But as we SHOUT, we get ANGRIER. And we felt we drift apart further. So we SHOUT even louder…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It is the opposite when we are in love. Not only we do not shout, we whisper into each other ears. Why?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This is because our hearts are very close, almost never apart. As our love deepen, we reach a state of communication where there is no need for words.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We understand each other well enough just by exchanging look,’ concluded the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Therefore, when we are arguing, DO NOT speak words that will make our hearts drift apart. WAIT a few days. When you feel your hearts are no longer far apart, pick up the conversation and continue from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3704869450317324037?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3704869450317324037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3704869450317324037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3704869450317324037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3704869450317324037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-had-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4745484773885918609</id><published>2009-06-27T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:03:21.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A computer was something on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;from a science fiction show of note&lt;br /&gt;A window was something you hated to clean&lt;br /&gt;and ram was the cousin of a goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg was the name of my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and gig was a job for the nights&lt;br /&gt;now they all mean different things&lt;br /&gt;and that really mega bytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An application was for employment&lt;br /&gt;A program was a t.v. show&lt;br /&gt;A cursor used profanity&lt;br /&gt;A keyboard was a piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory was something that you lost with age&lt;br /&gt;A CD was a bank account&lt;br /&gt;And if you had a 3" floppy&lt;br /&gt;you hoped nobody found out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compress was something you did to the garbage&lt;br /&gt;Not something you did to a file&lt;br /&gt;And if you unzipped anything in public&lt;br /&gt;you'd be in jail for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Log on was adding wood to the fire&lt;br /&gt;Hard drive was a long trip on the road&lt;br /&gt;A mouse pad was where a mouse lived&lt;br /&gt;And a backup happened in your commode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut you did with a pocket knife&lt;br /&gt;Paste you did with glue&lt;br /&gt;A web site was a spider's home&lt;br /&gt;and a virus was the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper&lt;br /&gt;And the memory in my head&lt;br /&gt;I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens they wish they were dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4745484773885918609?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4745484773885918609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4745484773885918609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4745484773885918609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4745484773885918609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-when.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-6795472412268777883</id><published>2009-04-14T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:21:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! First night was horrible! Free buffet for the mosquitoes and its super cold. Zzz. Couldn't sleep at all. But I had a warm shower in the morning! Guess that makes up for it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my return flight details are as follows: BR1275 Arrving at SG 0220hrs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-6795472412268777883?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/6795472412268777883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=6795472412268777883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6795472412268777883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6795472412268777883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-everyone-first-night-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-5552859576029798501</id><published>2009-04-13T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:02:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Taiwan!! Paying $0.50 to use for 20 mins. Hehe. Arrived here safely in the morning, and slept the whole day away! LOL! Didn't get to see the 4SIR Scouts yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how ppl always say absence makes the heart grow fonder, an its only when it really happens that we experience it. Argh, missing my friends loads. I'm seriously grateful to those who came to send me off. Despite having upcoming exams and all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, if anyone needs to contact me, email me at exquisitely.me@live.com . I'll be sure to check it at least once every 2 days or so. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, time's running out! Will update u ppl once in a while! Loves!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-5552859576029798501?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/5552859576029798501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=5552859576029798501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5552859576029798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5552859576029798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-taiwan-paying-0.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4034242057969785477</id><published>2009-04-11T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:39:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, after months on inactivity, I'm back again!! Since buddy put in so much effort to revive my blog, I think I should at the very least blog once? *nods* OKAY! Lets get to writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a brief update on me. Finally a 2nd year soldier! ORD in 10 months! WHEE!! I seriously can't wait for ORD. Can't wait to be liberated from the clutches of GREEN. Argh. I'm flying to Taiwan on Monday, as an umpire for 4SIR. HAHA! One thing good about NS are the free travels. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time now, I've stopped DOTA-ing. Kinda just lost interest in gaming. My laptop betrayed me anyway, it refuses to let me open WC3. Hanging out with friends is so much more fufilling! I do miss the company of JW, Nan, Ong, Jun though. Without DOTA, I communicate less with them. Ah, but there's still bball! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another revelation I think most people wouldn't have expected, I've fallen in love all over again! Who who who?! Ah, but it isn't one person, it's ten! Over these few months, I've grown closer to Babeights. Got to know a few of them much better. I'm experiencing a sort of love I never had before. A love between friends that is simply special, just like those friends are. But! Things may get complicated if romance gets blended in as well. I shall have to work towards keeping the two seperated! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I wanna mahjong but we're short of one! Anyone wanna play?! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4034242057969785477?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4034242057969785477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4034242057969785477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4034242057969785477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4034242057969785477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-well-after-months-on-inactivity-im.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-177887168931823340</id><published>2009-01-23T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:56:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There she stood, looking so fine.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair undone, her eyes lit bright.&lt;br /&gt;And as she stared, I can't help but feel,&lt;br /&gt;that she's the one. Love her I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we met, coincidence or not,&lt;br /&gt;two wondering hearts, upon that fateful court.&lt;br /&gt;I knew not that she was from my school,&lt;br /&gt;when I was around her, I behaved like a lovestruck fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we became friends, studying for A's together.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't that long before, we promised to be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;But the friendship did not last, for it grew into love.&lt;br /&gt;As I stared into her eyes, I promised that my heart would be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, when I had lost my wallet,&lt;br /&gt;my heart full of worries, my words came out a stutter.&lt;br /&gt;Then she appeared, two popsicles in her hand,&lt;br /&gt;grinning like an idiot, to make me smile was her plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month then passed by, and then it was two.&lt;br /&gt;And before we knew it, our sixteenth was due.&lt;br /&gt;I had a break from NS, so I went to meet her,&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up arguing, as we had been for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week passed, and again she walked beside me.&lt;br /&gt;But this time no words were said, we both knew that it had to be.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how our relationship had soured, and that it was time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed at that point, that our love had lost its glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How agonising it was, as I gently removed her ring.&lt;br /&gt;Each centimetre a painful one, I didn't want to think.&lt;br /&gt;And yet it had to be done, eventually it came off.&lt;br /&gt;I placed the ring into her hand, as ever, it felt soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence we went our seperate ways, at least we broke when the going was good.&lt;br /&gt;For there would be much more pain to bear, if on different sides we stood.&lt;br /&gt;As we slowly walked to the station, we talked more about out time together.&lt;br /&gt;About what was good and what went wrong, through fair and stormy weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the escalator brought us up, to the platform where we would part,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but look at her, and oh how it pained my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her once then, then thrice more later,&lt;br /&gt;while we were seating on the benches, waiting for the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas our time together had come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;without any more chances to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;And so we said our parting words,&lt;br /&gt;I then walked away, and not towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train doors closed, and started to move.&lt;br /&gt;In my chest I felt a loss, nothing could ever soothe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish it hadn't come to this, that this love could have lasted.&lt;br /&gt;But what's done had to be done, to dwell on it would make it no better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looks, my heart's in pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our rings we promised, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the distance grew, our eyes still intact,&lt;br /&gt;looking at her, I remember how it was the first time we met.&lt;br /&gt;It was like this, staring at a distance,&lt;br /&gt;that we first met, our hearts beating faster at that instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how beautiful she looked, my heart in agonizing pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amore Fidelis&lt;/span&gt; was what we promised, and yet I was proven wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she stood, looking so fine.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair undone, her eyes lit bright.&lt;br /&gt;And as she stared, I can't help but feel,&lt;br /&gt;that she's the one. Love her I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-177887168931823340?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/177887168931823340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=177887168931823340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/177887168931823340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/177887168931823340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-she-stood-looking-so-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-3011424891980298922</id><published>2009-01-16T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:45:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much more pain do I have to bear?&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will this sadness last?&lt;br /&gt;I've always been passive, letting things pass..&lt;br /&gt;But now, I shall be a bystander no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me one thing,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart says another.&lt;br /&gt;I end up not knowing just what to do,&lt;br /&gt;My mind AND heart will both have to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those close to me tell me to do what is right,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what is right to them isn't right to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do what they suggest.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it, that I simply don't want it to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I was wrong in the past,&lt;br /&gt;But I've been trying to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you give me one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a mess now,&lt;br /&gt;I know not what to do.&lt;br /&gt;But this I am definitely sure of..&lt;br /&gt;That is, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3011424891980298922?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3011424891980298922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3011424891980298922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3011424891980298922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3011424891980298922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-much-more-pain-do-i-have-to-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-1195849796420969202</id><published>2008-10-16T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:02:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho!! 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Once you've solved the earlier one, here's another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 identical coins. One of which has a different weight as the others. You don't know whether it is lighter or heavier at this point in time. Using ONLY a pan balance, in 3 weighs, figure out which is the 'bad' coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-1195849796420969202?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/1195849796420969202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=1195849796420969202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1195849796420969202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1195849796420969202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/10/hohoho-so-it-seems-that-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-1330041030579523988</id><published>2008-10-12T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:54:53.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well! This would be my FIRST post since I enlisted. Amazing huh? That I'd finally post something up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  just a quick update about me.. Let's see, I'm now in the midst of getting my Class 3 Military License. When that's done, in about 2 weeks time, I'll return to 3SIR for another 2 weeks, followed by my RCC for 2 months or so. And then, I'll finally get my 3SG!! Woots to more pay!! Wahahax! My love life's doing pretty well, Diana and I are still going strong. =) Financially, I'm not doing too well. There's just so much that I wanna get, and so little that's in my wallet. =\ Oh wells. Life sucks. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, recently, I've been keeping myself occupied with those 'guess the story' questions. It's one of those games whereby I tell you a part of the story, then by asking only Yes or No questions, you have to figure out the full story. Kinda fun. =p Here're some that I've solved these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A couple died naked on the ridgeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A man in a bar, asked the bartender for a glass of water. The bartender took out a gun, and pointed it at the man. The man smiled, said thanks, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A man turned on the lights, walked up a long flight of stairs, looked out the window, and committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A soldier walked into the room and saw Julius Caesar and Cleopatra dead on the floor. There was a crack on the floor nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) After a forest fire, a policeman went into the scorched forest, and saw a dead man on the ground. His body was not burnt at all, yet he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A man stopped in front of a hotel, and instantly became bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Remember, only yes or no questions. If any of you guys wanna try to solve it, chat with me in MSN! I'll be more than happy to oblige. That is, if I'm free and not gaming or whatever. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-1330041030579523988?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/1330041030579523988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=1330041030579523988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1330041030579523988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1330041030579523988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-this-would-be-my-first-post-since.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-6066545044417752628</id><published>2008-03-27T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:44:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;br /&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.'-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-6066545044417752628?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/6066545044417752628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=6066545044417752628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6066545044417752628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6066545044417752628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/03/teenagers-view-of-heaven-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-8274088125128718704</id><published>2008-03-19T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:11:32.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chanced upon this in a friend's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Happened to All the Nice Guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all the nice guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple: you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again, you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Build a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were five years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A Recovering Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very true indeed. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-8274088125128718704?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/8274088125128718704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=8274088125128718704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/8274088125128718704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/8274088125128718704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/03/chanced-upon-this-in-friends-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-7154478676464276300</id><published>2008-03-02T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:14:21.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.. Haven't blogged in a while. Again, I quarreled with diana. For some reason, we're always quarreling. *sigh* Bah.. no mood to blog. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-7154478676464276300?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/7154478676464276300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=7154478676464276300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7154478676464276300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7154478676464276300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/03/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-5227231919616862118</id><published>2008-02-01T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:14:30.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well. After more than 2 months of being inactive, here's a new post!!! 'HURRAY!', and the world rejoices. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my last post, prom night has passed, been working, mahjong-ing, and my good friends are mostly in NS now. How sad.. BUT, there's always a silver lining! After a 4 day work stint with OSRAM, I got a job as a relief teacher! Yea yea, ME. A relief teacher. Its a fact, face it. Took over Mr Benny Lim to teach chemistry at Kranji Sec! Funny, I vividly remember entering Math, English, and Physics as preferred subjects. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's my last day there. Sadly, I have no lessons to teach. =( Which explains why I am blogging. Anyway, it has been a really fun 2 week at Kranji. The sec 2s were great, sec 3s wonderful, and sec 4s... Well, boring. The sec 2s were fun to teach. But are seriously noisy. Honestly, I think I need a loudspeaker going into their classes. Sec 3s, enjoyed teaching them the most. Not noisy, tries the questions I give them, and asks proper questions. Perhaps the sec 2s will become more mature next yr. Then it'll be even more pleasureable to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was my first experience in teaching, I obviously didn't do that much of a good job. And it didn't help that they've finished their intended syllabus for that term. Which means that I have nothing to teach! Just plain revision. Zzz. However, I taught Alkanes and Alkenes to the sec 4s, which were meant to be taught later, and went on to naming ionic compounds and balancing equations for the sec 3s. Which were also meant to be taught at a  later date. As for the sec 2s, I spend a quarter of the lesson trying to get them to listen, another quarter to stop their nonsense, and yet another quarter trying to get my message across. But still, it was fun. LOL. Especially 2F. They're more responsive, although they respond to the wrong stuff. Really noisy, but friendly at the same time. Ah well. There's always a good and bad side to things. Principle of duality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! I shall go indulge myself in much needed sleep! And OH! Arsenal beat Newcastle 3 0! Splendid strike by Flamini. Simply amazing. Okok, I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-5227231919616862118?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/5227231919616862118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=5227231919616862118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5227231919616862118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5227231919616862118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4153931947925781725</id><published>2007-11-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:30:31.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for lasik today. The operation itself doesn't hurt. But what comes after that.. OMG. My eyes were hurting due to the extreme dryness. On top of that, my dilated pupils were unable to take in too much light. As a result, any exposure to light hurt my poor eyes. It's like staying in a dark room for an hour and suddenly going out into the open. Yep yep. Other than that, I guess it went well! =) I'm able to see without any glasses now! Still a little blur, but it'll get better over time. My darling was with me, before and after the surgery. How sweet of her, considering that she actually planned to meet her sec sch friends. Ah.. *love love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/R0VnQT0qupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2Vlz58QiaUQ/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135624479982664338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/R0VnQT0qupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2Vlz58QiaUQ/s200/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in the operating gown. I look so so so grandma. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/R0VnQT0quqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_5uoClGv05M/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135624479982664354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/R0VnQT0quqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_5uoClGv05M/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes were cute though. Wahahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, did I mention? All the people working there are female. Except the doctors of course. And boy are they HOT. Seriously. No wonder their clinic is so busy. Even if one didn't have any eye issues before, one step inside and your eyes will be burnt. Thus, surgery required. Lol. But honestly, drop by some day to check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4153931947925781725?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4153931947925781725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4153931947925781725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4153931947925781725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4153931947925781725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-for-lasik-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/R0VnQT0qupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2Vlz58QiaUQ/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17526213.post-3162132963380531601</id><published>2007-11-18T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:47:11.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well then! It's been a real hell of a fun 18 years on Earth. So I'm 18 as of today. Another 3 or 4 more 18 years and I'll cease to exist. Ah, what a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to thank all who wished me a happy birthday! In chronological order, Diana dearest, Hope Mi, Janelle, Yuling, Wenny, Sheila, Angela, Jian Wei, Funan, Terance, Richard, Jun Li, Xuan Yi, Hermann, Ying Hui, Min Jie, Lisi (she somehow thinks being last is special =\), Fedora, Yong and Jiaqi. Thx guys! Oh, and of course, my parents and relatives. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S0, 18th birthday. Has to be a big event right? ... NOT. I'm a simple guy with simple desires and is simply satisfied with simple things. =D But it was a memorable one nonetheless. Went for bball on sat with the usual group. Zang, Nan, Jw, Sheng Jie, Lincoln, Fabian, Humphrey, Anthony, Shawn. Despite being totally exhausted, I rushed home to shower. My parents then brought me out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut was the destination. Apparently they were supposed to close at 9. BUT, they were kind enough to extend their opening hours just for me! So nice of them!! Hope they were paid OT. =\ So then, had a filling dinner with my family and my Third uncle, aunt, and my cousins Astro and Kevin. My mum was giving talks again, saying about how the 18 yrs have been like. How is it like when children grow up. Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but everyone still had space for dessert! We then went to clarke quay's haagen dazs to eat fondue (Again. Zzz. Had this the day before with my beloved classmates, after a New York New York dinner. =D ). Enjoyed it though. As they say, it's never enough to enjoy the good things in life just once. Ah well. No guilty conscience about my weight anyway. =) Oh, the waitress attending to us was kinda cute. Adeline from SAJC. J1. Hmm. It'd be nice to make friends with her. She made the fondue at Haagen Dazs more enjoyable than it would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my dearest sweetheart sacrificed her time to spend the day with me! (How sweet..) Went to Cine to catch Stardust, which I might add, is a really really nice show. An unconventional fantasy. Humorous and full of action. Had lunch at Pastamania, and she then came over to watch Heroes. Lol. What made the day special was simply her presence. Everything seems different when that special someone is around. Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. It was a simple birthday. Nothing spectacular. But then again, without my friends, my classmates, my family, my gf.. This day would probably have been just another Sunday. Praise be to God for giving me such friends, such family. Once again, a very BIG thank you to all those who made an impact these past 2, 3 days. I really appreciate it. The thing about people making you feel special on your birthday? It makes one realise that people acknowlege your existence. That one isn't a mere human in the world, but a friend, a family, a loved one, to another person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3162132963380531601?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3162132963380531601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3162132963380531601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3162132963380531601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3162132963380531601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-then-its-been-real-hell-of-fun-18.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-1276809562043501620</id><published>2007-11-17T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:23:07.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really blessed being with her. It's amazing how 2 mths have passed so quickly. The 2 mths have been full of quarrels, bickering, cold wars, tears.. But still, it also consists of laughter, smiles, romance, love, thankfulness. Such is the wonder of romance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are simply treasures too! They've made today wonderful for me. =) Thx for the card guys! You know how they say the friends you make in secondary school will last for a lifetime? Apparently it applies to JC too. Funny how some people claim that JC friends are 2-faced, that they aren't true friends. Coz my classmates are definitely not like that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. I'm tired. Going, going, gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-1276809562043501620?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/1276809562043501620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=1276809562043501620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1276809562043501620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/1276809562043501620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-7415746292322178286</id><published>2007-10-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:29:05.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some random pics found in my phone. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1jPT5lI/AAAAAAAAADs/pZtb7CHrMEU/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886698685195858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1jPT5lI/AAAAAAAAADs/pZtb7CHrMEU/s200/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new dog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1zPT5nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ZWrLu8Qtrg/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886702980163186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1zPT5nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ZWrLu8Qtrg/s200/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1zPT5mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-D7iiOu6Ir8/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886702980163170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1zPT5mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-D7iiOu6Ir8/s200/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZjdDPT5oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BbfyMH8Vzi0/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887377290028674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZjdDPT5oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BbfyMH8Vzi0/s200/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiSjPT5hI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBPRU7rt2Zs/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special someone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhljPT5dI/AAAAAAAAACs/byMmL3UBxHQ/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885324295661010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhljPT5dI/AAAAAAAAACs/byMmL3UBxHQ/s200/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhlDPT5cI/AAAAAAAAACk/fWpTQabLDfg/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885315705726402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhlDPT5cI/AAAAAAAAACk/fWpTQabLDfg/s200/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiSjPT5hI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBPRU7rt2Zs/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZjdTPT5pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/faR0HOk7E5Q/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887381584995986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZjdTPT5pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/faR0HOk7E5Q/s200/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiSjPT5hI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBPRU7rt2Zs/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US! Couple shot! Hehex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiTDPT5jI/AAAAAAAAADc/umenkHh2rX0/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886105979708978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiTDPT5jI/AAAAAAAAADc/umenkHh2rX0/s200/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiTjPT5kI/AAAAAAAAADk/E8V1_Vyb1vY/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886114569643586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiTjPT5kI/AAAAAAAAADk/E8V1_Vyb1vY/s200/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute feet belonging to a cute girl. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiSjPT5hI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBPRU7rt2Zs/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886097389774354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZiSjPT5hI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBPRU7rt2Zs/s200/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;Her studying. Apparently she knows I'm taking the photo. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhmTPT5eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A-SMJ-4fltg/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885337180562914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhmTPT5eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A-SMJ-4fltg/s200/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to study. Note, TRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhmjPT5fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KBzmtdVOH_0/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885341475530226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZhmjPT5fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KBzmtdVOH_0/s200/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me NOT studying. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. A photo post. Kk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-7415746292322178286?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/7415746292322178286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=7415746292322178286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7415746292322178286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7415746292322178286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-some-random-pics-found-in-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/RwZi1jPT5lI/AAAAAAAAADs/pZtb7CHrMEU/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17526213.post-8705004171307340784</id><published>2007-09-15T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:50:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of last night, I find myself no longer single. =) *bliss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-8705004171307340784?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/8705004171307340784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=8705004171307340784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/8705004171307340784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/8705004171307340784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-of-last-night-im-no-longer-single.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4671836253442324293</id><published>2007-09-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:21:16.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I were to die right now, I'd die a happy guy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had the sweetest thing happen to me earlier. Sweeter than anything I've experienced in &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt;. But I shan't go into details, lest things turn out bad. Lets just keep it simply, as bliss. =) *bliss*=D Hehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wallet found its way back to me! Well, not really. Popular called my home, informing me that someone returned my misplaced wallet. Wahahax! Surprisingly, nothing was missing! Nada, not a single item. =\ Wanted to thank the finder, but they didn't have his/her details. Oh well. I didn't really expect to get my wallet back. Already replaced my NETS card. But that special someone prayed about it, hoping that I'd find my wallet. And tada! It did! The power of prayer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm a blissful guy. Hope it remains this way.. Romance is sweetest when it's budding. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4671836253442324293?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4671836253442324293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4671836253442324293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4671836253442324293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4671836253442324293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-were-to-die-right-now-id-die-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-7852853297247671076</id><published>2007-09-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:57:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well then, to avoid further bugging by my dear friends, who have been incessantly pesting me to post, I shall oblige them and type out this post. Besides, I do have something to blog about today. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smile doesn't express what I'm feeling now though. Hm, shall start from yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was supposed to meet a special someone to run some errands, followed by watching Hairspray. Which by the way, is a really good show. Can't help but get into the groove with those catchy songs. Anyway, as usual, I donned the necklace that Yuling gave me. Some colour changing necklace that changes depending on your mood. Really liked it. But somehow, don't ask how, I really don't know. Somehow, the clasp came loose and it dropped. The best part of all, is that I never did realise it did! I only found out quite some time later. That special someone offered to search for it together. Initially, I already did give up hope on ever finding it, so I didn't want to waste my effort searching. BUT, since she offered, I went to hunt for it anyway. Didn't find it eventually, but really appreciate her looking for it with me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I lost the necklace from Yuling. But spending the day with that special someone turned my whole mood around. Although, we had a little squabble later in the day. But I was a happy guy by the time I went to bed, also because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if losing the necklace wasn't enough. Today, I went to study with my classmates, Sheila, Cheeping, Angela, Jiaqi and Wenny (momentarily). First at BPP's MOS, where we had lunch and studied. Had a few breaks in the middle though. Of course, with that group, rectangular pieces of card with pictures on them are almost synonymous with our breaks. =p Handheld consoles are becoming quite the trend also. Hehex. But we spent most of the time studying! I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, when our stomachs began to complain, we acceded and went for dinner at Kopitiam. Now, after buying dessert, I distinctively remember putting down my bowl. Following which, I kept my phone in my pocket. But somehow, anything regarding my wallet draws a blank! Yep, I misplaced it. No, I didn't lose it, I merely misplaced it. =D Again, I didn't realise till much much later. Say, after studying again at Mac AND boarding the bus home. That's when I realised my wallet was missing. So I turned back upside down, inside out. And still no wallet. Got worried, phoned Sheila if she saw my wallet at Mac or something. Obviously a no, seeing that I lost my wallet at the foodcourt. Not wanting to go through all the trouble of replacing my cards, I went, once again, on a hunt to find my misplaced wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That special someone, upon learning of my plight, came over to BPP to aid my search. Note that it's around 10.30 in the night. Distraught over the loss of my wallet, roamed around BPP in despair, hoping for some miracle to happen. I already asked the workers at Kopitiam, and none of them saw my wallet. Thankfully, I only had a little cash left. Around $15 I guess. So, I resorted to looking in the bins, hoping that the finder of my wallet would just have taken the cash, and threw the rest away. But alas! That was not to be. Despondent, I walked out of BPP and waited for her. That silly girl called to ask if I sould see her, when she was just on the opposite street! Apparently she assumed it was too dark for me to spot her. =\ I did anyway. When she got nearer, she had a grin on her face, and was trying to hide 2 ice popsicles in her right had. A futile effort, since I noticed the popsicles way before she attempted to hide them. Seeing her like that, all cheerful and effervescent as always, really brightened my mood. It's like, watching her take those lofty steps towards me, coupled with that cheeky grin and the popsicles in her hand, the heavy brickload weighing down my heart just vanished in an instant. Turned out that she wanted to cheer me up, but found sweets too boring. And hence the popsicles. Oh ya, she got the colour I liked wrong! She was so apologetic that it became funny. We went into BPP once again to do a second bin search. My mum called not long after, saying that she was already at BPP, waiting to pick me up. I walked that special someone home, then took my mum's car back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess there's lots to do tml. Reporting all my important documents lost, replacing them, etc. Oh, did I mention that that wallet is also a present from Yuling? Her reply when I told her I lost both items was rather interesting. Funny even. She msged something like, 'lost le jiu let it go. just dun lost the things u treasure now. =)'. Although we've already broken up for quite a few months now, we're still really good friends. After all, she's one of those few who understands me. =) But what she said holds some truth. I definitely wouldn't want to lose the things I treasure now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of that wall of text. Here're a few pictures taken of us studying today. I can't seem to extract the rest though. This is all I managed to save. I'm guessing Angela and Sheila will be posting the pictures on their blog too. So go visit their blogs for the rest of the pictures! =D (Sheila and Angela, dun worry, I'm not charging anything for this free publicity. =p) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fBvCgeAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Bk_RsTQuxDw/s1600-h/05092007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764248384567298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fBvCgeAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Bk_RsTQuxDw/s200/05092007014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fB_CgeBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EiCF0IarAlY/s1600-h/05092007015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764252679534610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fB_CgeBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EiCF0IarAlY/s200/05092007015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCfCgeCI/AAAAAAAAACE/FfkYDX81Ryc/s1600-h/05092007016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764261269469218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCfCgeCI/AAAAAAAAACE/FfkYDX81Ryc/s200/05092007016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us mugging. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCvCgeDI/AAAAAAAAACM/5t4D8LrCGlE/s1600-h/05092007018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764265564436530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCvCgeDI/AAAAAAAAACM/5t4D8LrCGlE/s200/05092007018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCvCgeEI/AAAAAAAAACU/4xLigtrGYwU/s1600-h/05092007021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106764265564436546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fCvCgeEI/AAAAAAAAACU/4xLigtrGYwU/s200/05092007021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noe, I spoil the photo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's about it. Gonna go to bed now. Oh, Sheila and Angela! Too bad, no update on love life! Hehex. Bye! My bed's calling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-7852853297247671076?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/7852853297247671076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=7852853297247671076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7852853297247671076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/7852853297247671076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-then-to-avoid-further-bugging-by.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rt7fBvCgeAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Bk_RsTQuxDw/s72-c/05092007014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17526213.post-5879694614782425539</id><published>2007-07-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:03:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep Your Mind Wide Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AnnaSophia Robb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the sky so beautiful, colorful, wide and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the sun shine so brilliently, raining down over you and me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted more? (wanted more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) You've got to keep your mind wide open all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live with your eyes open believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the days you've wasted worrying, wondering, hoplessly hoping&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the time ahead, don't hesitate, contemplate, no its not too late&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted more?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You've got to keep your mind wide open all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live with your eyes open believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows horizons&lt;br /&gt;Full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them chase your dreams away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You've got to keep your mind wide open&lt;br /&gt;all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live with your eyes open&lt;br /&gt;believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to keep your mind wide open&lt;br /&gt;all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live with your eyes open&lt;br /&gt;believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;believe in what you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-5879694614782425539?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/5879694614782425539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=5879694614782425539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5879694614782425539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5879694614782425539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/07/keep-your-mind-wide-open-annasophia.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-3010691102259417338</id><published>2007-06-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:41:11.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only today did i realise the 3 of my friends share the same birthday. LOL. In any case, Happy 18th Birthday to Angela, Funan, and Jian Wei! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3010691102259417338?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3010691102259417338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3010691102259417338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3010691102259417338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3010691102259417338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-today-did-i-realise-3-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-683349466326014503</id><published>2007-06-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:20:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen my hatchling, for now you shall hear&lt;br /&gt;Of the only seven slayers a dragon must fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First beware &lt;em&gt;Pride&lt;/em&gt;, lest belief in one's might&lt;br /&gt;Has you discount the foeman who is braving your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;em&gt; Envy&lt;/em&gt; other dragons their wealth, power, or home&lt;br /&gt;For dark plots and plans will bring death to your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;em&gt;Wrath&lt;/em&gt; shouldn't win, when spears strike your scale&lt;br /&gt;Anger kills cunning, which you will need to prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dragon must rest, but&lt;em&gt; Sloth&lt;/em&gt; you should dread&lt;br /&gt;Else long years of napping let assassins to your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Greed&lt;/em&gt; is good', or so foolish dragons will say&lt;br /&gt;Until piles of treasure bring killing thieves where they lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry is your body, and at times you must feed&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;Gluttony&lt;/em&gt; makes fat dragons, who can't fly at their need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot &lt;em&gt;Lust &lt;/em&gt;for glory, gems, gold, or mates&lt;br /&gt;Leads to reckless young drakes to the blackest of fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take head of this wisdom, precious hatchling of mine,&lt;br /&gt;And the long years of drakehood are sure to be thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adapted from &lt;em&gt;Dragon Champion&lt;/em&gt;, by &lt;em&gt;E.E.Knight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-683349466326014503?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/683349466326014503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=683349466326014503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/683349466326014503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/683349466326014503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/06/listen-my-hatchling-for-now-you-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4930337500097433056</id><published>2007-05-30T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:29:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise Surprise! Jun came back for 2 days. He's going back at arnd 5 today. Came back to take his Napfa. Lol. He failed the first station and gave up with the rest. Haha. Met with him ytd evening to play some LAN games. DotA and the likes. We even went back to Gunbound. o.o Played bball with him and Gid this morn. Oh ya! We tried Anything. Damn funny. We each bought one can, and pooled $1 each. Se we were supposed to guess wat drink was in our cans. No one got it right anyway. But it was fun though. Think I shall bring one can to sch everyday when sch reopens. Then I shall organise a betting system. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then, just for laughs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How to tell if a Catholic is driving too fast..                           Jewish Olympic Swimmer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WFQPZA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K3hJL58t0mU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070233035003724674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WFQPZA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K3hJL58t0mU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WSwPZA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9l8h-zZZEsQ/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070233266931958674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WSwPZA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9l8h-zZZEsQ/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fellow Christians will get this.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WlwPZA6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TxpYn-MwcbI/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070233593349473186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WlwPZA6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TxpYn-MwcbI/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0W7gPZA7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/64ofXrOOyaM/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070233967011627954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0W7gPZA7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/64ofXrOOyaM/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0W7gPZA7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/64ofXrOOyaM/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some funny church signs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234697156068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0XmAPZA8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VpWHbtMh9z4/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234697156068306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0XmAPZA9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AT2NZvPKefI/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234701451035618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0XmQPZA-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vbj6Zd6vHjA/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234701451035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0XmQPZA_I/AAAAAAAAABE/-tjzIKkdVSA/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070234705746002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0XmgPZBAI/AAAAAAAAABM/0adEsNGh-iM/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235749423055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0YjQPZBBI/AAAAAAAAABU/tnpvILjVSsE/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235753718023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0YjgPZBCI/AAAAAAAAABc/O9ziX9D235Q/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235753718023218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0YjgPZBDI/AAAAAAAAABk/mJ3ZoM312VA/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Woodpecker might have to go...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235758012990530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0YjwPZBEI/AAAAAAAAABs/GgNPteDDTmc/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can learn a lot about life from Noah's ark...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One : Don't miss the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two : Remember that we are all in the same boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three : Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four : Stay fit When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five : Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six : Build your future on high ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seven : For safety's sake, travel in pairs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eight : Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nine : When you're stressed, float a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten : Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals. And which was the one that sank.. hm, i wonder..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eleven : No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well then, may your troubles be less, your blessings be more, and may nothing but happiness come through your door! =D Take care people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4930337500097433056?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4930337500097433056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4930337500097433056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4930337500097433056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4930337500097433056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/05/surprise-surprise-jun-came-back-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sAzM5UhLhGw/Rl0WFQPZA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K3hJL58t0mU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17526213.post-3453858138237559913</id><published>2007-05-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:51:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow or rather, a rating system based on a scale of 10 was developed to give gals a score. Lol. The initial idea came from \a\. But since the scores we both gave for particular gals are the same, maybe with 0.1 difference, it's quite accurate. Maybe we should go write a book about this and set it as the universal rating system for gals. Then we can develop one for guys also, and publish another book. LOL. Anyway, here's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 0 to 10, 0 being the worst, 10 being the best. Gals are given a rating based on the whole package. Character, looks, height, intelligence, aura, etc etc etc. Yeps. Although, it can also be split up to compare a particular trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 is average. Kinda obvious huh. If 5 is average, 4 would be below average and 6 is above average. Nothing special. 7 indicates that the gal is pretty (chio), but nothing special. 8s are pretty and outstanding. There's something about them that makes them special. 9s are rare, usually given for maybe Miss Universe? Lol. And 10? Haha. Doubt anyone will ever hit 10. It's a perfect score. And no one is perfect. =p Going to the other end, 3 is not good looking, yet not yet ugly. Dun nd to mention 2 (cmi already) and 1 (OW! MY EYES!) right? 0 is highly unlikely. Or rather, impossible. Afterall, 0 means that the gal is perfectly ugly. And no one is perfect. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, it's not very good to be judgemental. But who isn't? First impressions are judgements too. Besides, it's easier to explain how pretty a particular gal is using the scale. For eg, when chatting with them, we can simply say, 'I'd give that gal a 8.6'. Instead of, 'Her eyes are like precious jewels, glimmering in the light.' and so on. If coz, we'd go into detail later anyway. So it doesn't really matter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are really impt in one's life huh.. The times when we played Mahjong, DotA, bball, Winning Eleven.. Haha. New ones may come, but I'll nv forget the old. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3453858138237559913?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3453858138237559913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3453858138237559913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3453858138237559913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3453858138237559913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/05/somehow-or-rather-rating-system-based.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-3070916040309848529</id><published>2007-05-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:29:32.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation between Emperor Ryuuki and Shuuei while taking a stroll in the palace garden. Extract from Saiunkoku Monogatari episode 19. This happened just before Shuuei leaves for her post as the governor of the Sa province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: While I hate to admit it, you don't need me the way you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: Wrong! *pauses for a while* I've said it many times. That you're very dear to me. By that, I mean I don't want you to be below me, but by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I know that. I don't hope for that much right now. But I want you to remember, that I have no intention of taking anyone other than you as my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: That's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: I can't become a consort. I'm striving for something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: Shuurei, do you care about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: I do. But it's probably... different from what you feel for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: That's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: *Surprised* Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I'll say it again. I won't take anyone but you to be my consort. I was all alone for one year. It's simply a matter of repeating that. But even so, I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ryuuki hugs Shuurei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I have but one wish. While it can't be helped in official situations, beyond that, I hope you won't distance yourself from me. I don't want you to keel. Rather than the emperor, I wan't you to see me. Otherwise, I'll be so sad and lonely that I won't be able to sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I'm not asking you to return my feelings, but please don't use my being an emperor as an excuse to run away. You're the one who found me and made me emperor. So running away at this point would be unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: You were always doing silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I was always serious. Please don't forget, all I want is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: No doubt the person you love will be very happy. But please give that happiness to someone else! I didn't take the National Exams to become your wife. I came to be beneath you and to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: Stubborn, aren't you? But that's all right. Because I'm stubborn too. If you come to love someone else over there, be sure to contact me before getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: Why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: I'll come running, challenge him to a fight, make you realise again just who's the better man, and break off your engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: *Chuckles and replies with a smile* I promise, I'll contact you. *becomes serious* I won't kneel to you, I won't look at you through your position as emperor. *turns gentle again* You'll become a good emperor. Well, I wonder if you mightn't become a good man, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ryuuki kisses her all of a sudden. This time, Shuurei doesn't resist.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuki: You won't be able to forget me now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuurei: *embarrased* You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryukki: Please, don't forget. That I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A little long, but this scene was super sweet. One of my favourite parts. =D Once again, the anime is titled Saiunkoku Monogatari. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-3070916040309848529?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/3070916040309848529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=3070916040309848529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3070916040309848529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/3070916040309848529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-between-emperor-ryuuki-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4182194098610532385</id><published>2007-05-10T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:17:25.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUMAN BENG RECALL Notice!&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maker of all human beings is recalling all units manufactured, regardless of make or year, due to a serious defect in the primary and central component of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to a malfunction in the original prototype units' code names Adam and Eve, resulting in the reproduction of the same defect in all subsequent units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This defect has been technically termed "Sub-sequential Internal Non-Morality" or as it is more commonly known and primarily expressed,  "S.I.N."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other symptoms include:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loss of direction&lt;br /&gt;2. Foul vocal emissions&lt;br /&gt;3. Amnesia of origin&lt;br /&gt;4. Lack of peace and joy&lt;br /&gt;5. Selfish or violent behavior&lt;br /&gt;6. Depression or confusion in the mental component&lt;br /&gt;7. Fearfulness&lt;br /&gt;8. Idolatry&lt;br /&gt;9. Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manufacturer, Who is neither liable nor at fault for this defect, is providing factory-authorized repair and service free of charge to correct this SIN defect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Repair Technician, Jesus, has most generously offered to bear the entire burden of the staggering cost of these repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no additional fee required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number to call for repair in all areas is: P-R-A-Y-E-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once connected, please upload your burden of SIN through the REPENTANCE procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , download ATONEMENT from the Repair Technician, Jesus, into the heart component.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how big or small the SIN defect is, Jesus will replace it with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Joy&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace&lt;br /&gt;4. Patience&lt;br /&gt;5. Kindness&lt;br /&gt;6. Goodness&lt;br /&gt;7. Faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;8. Gentleness&lt;br /&gt;9. Self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see the operating manual, the B.I.B.L.E. (Believers' Instruction Before Leaving Earth) for further details on the use of these fixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Continuing to operate the human being unit without correction, voids any Manufacturer warranties, exposing the unit to dangers and problems too numerous to list and, will result in the human unit being permanently impounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For free emergency service, call on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGER: The human being units NOT responding to this recall action will have to be scrapped in the furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIN defect will not be permitted to enter The Maker's facility, Heaven, so as to prevent contamination of that facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets turn to Christ. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm madly in love with her. Lols. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4182194098610532385?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4182194098610532385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4182194098610532385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4182194098610532385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4182194098610532385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/05/human-beng-recall-notice-author-unknown.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-6624554469457680230</id><published>2007-05-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:45:36.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a whirlwind romance. Back to being good friends. As she said, we're more comfortable as friends than in romance. Haha. Although, i really enjoy being with her, chatting with her. Guess we're just not close enough in real life and too close in sms. Haha. Ain't gonna give up on her though. We're both as stubborn as the other. =D I've fallen for her already. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-6624554469457680230?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/6624554469457680230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=6624554469457680230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6624554469457680230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/6624554469457680230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-whirlwind-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-5310960291855674655</id><published>2007-04-20T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:34:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KSS Choir got Silver! Haha. They managed to mantain the Silver! =D Actually, I think they improved since the judges are sper strict this year. Wonder if PJ Choir can gte gold. =/ Ah well, gotta give it our best. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made a clean break with her. She'll be free to pursue her own happiness now. No sense waiting for something that is unlikely to happen. It'll just hurt us both. Best to get it done now. Another reason is that I've recently erm, discovered a fondness for someone else. Bah, long story. Shan't blog abt it here anyway. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! For those who still don't know, my lappy has been confiscated. Another long story. Not gonna explain why here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! S07 is finally getting a class jersey! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, gonna log to take my dinner. =p Cya guys! I'm still available for chatting through phone or sms. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-5310960291855674655?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/5310960291855674655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=5310960291855674655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5310960291855674655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/5310960291855674655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/04/kss-choir-got-silver-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-4396121707701382843</id><published>2007-03-26T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:42:19.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my entire 14 years of education, a half day was called just because the school did well in the major exams. Lol! That's right, PJC declared a half day today all thanks to the 05 batch who performed remarkably well in the A level exams. PJC is estimated to be the 2nd highest value added JC, and jumped 2 or 3 places in the JC rankings. Which means, it is likely that PJ has overtaken JJ! =D Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, time to change my blogskin. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-4396121707701382843?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/4396121707701382843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=4396121707701382843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4396121707701382843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/4396121707701382843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-first-time-in-my-entire-14-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-2047115219313384875</id><published>2007-03-04T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:30:47.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooo. Finally, after 3 months, i got a haircut. =p I feel like i've lost a Kg or 2. Lol. =s Well, i decided to cut coz last nite, my hair was giving more cushion than the pillow. =x Also, today, i passed by people pruning trees, and people cutting and trimming grass. Guess it's a sign for me to get my hair cut. And so i did! I cut my 'grass'! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite motivated to do well for As. Although, i'm still lazy to study. LOL. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-2047115219313384875?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/2047115219313384875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=2047115219313384875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/2047115219313384875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/2047115219313384875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/03/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-117128733291567414</id><published>2007-02-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:39:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, blogger is lagging badly. =&lt;br /&gt;06S07 simply rox lar! Haha. I'm betting we'll win the class deco competition for sure. Da Q and Xiao Q are too cute to resist. S07 is really bonded lors. Haha, love my class. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, O level results came out last fri. Most of my darling J1s did well, also, my bro Yong got 15! Lol. Can come PJC de lor. Sad, he's in canada le. =\ Wonder how did tabitha do though, and my dear choir juniors. Heard that most of them did pretty well too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, came across this joke. Imagine if the following brands were condom producers. Note their slogans. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds - I'm Loving it&lt;br /&gt;- We Love To See You Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pringles - Once You Pop, You Can't Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounty - The Quick Picker Upper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energizer - Never Say Die (think of AIDS)&lt;br /&gt;- It Keeps Going And Going And Going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MnMs - It Melts In Your Mouth, Not In Your Hands (My personal favourite =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike - Just Do It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy Truck - Like A Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC - Finger Licking Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it made you smile! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, for those who love the FF series, check out Campus Saga on Youtube. Super funny. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-117128733291567414?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/117128733291567414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=117128733291567414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/117128733291567414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/117128733291567414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-blogger-is-lagging-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-117014541153250711</id><published>2007-01-30T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:23:31.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for some time. Slowly getting used to life as a single again. Haiz. Anyway, here's some jokes from an email sent by ying-er. Haha. The J1s never fail to make my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART INDIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I want you to marry a girl of my choice"&lt;br /&gt;Son : "I will choose my own bride!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter.."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a husband for your daughter...."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how indians do business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST JOKE AWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chinese person walks into a bar in America late one night and he saw Steven Spielberg. As he was a great fan of his movies, he rushes over to him, and asks for his autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap and says "You Chinese people bombed our Pearl Harbor, get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The astonished Chinese man replied "It was not the Chinese who bombed your Pearl Harbor, it was the Japanese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, you're all the same," replied Spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, the Chinese gives Spielberg a slap and says "You sank the Titanic, my forefathers were on that ship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, Spielberg replies "It was the iceberg that sank the ship, not me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese replies, "Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg, you're all the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, "I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries." Pfufffff, and he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails." Pfufffff, and he was also gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss calmly said, "I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 12.35pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: ALWAYS ALLOW THE BOSSES TO SPEAK FIRST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," said the CEO, "This is a very sensitive and important document, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," said the young executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the shredder machine. "I just need one copy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER, NEVER ASSUME THAT YOUR BOSS KNOWS EVERYTHING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American and a Japanese were sitting on the plane on the way to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American turned to the Japanese and asked, "What kind of -ese are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese confused, replied, "Sorry but I don't understand what you mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American repeated, "What kind of -ese are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Japanese was confused over the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, now irritated, then yelled, "What kind of -ese are you !?!" Are you a Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese!, etc......???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese then replied, "Oh, I am a Japanese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the Japanese turned to the American and asked what kind Of 'key' was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, frustrated, yelled, "What do you mean what kind of -kee' am I ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese said, "Are you a Yankee, donkee, or monkee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER INSULT ANYONE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these 4 guys, a Russian, a German, an American and a French, who found this small genie bottle. When they rubbed the bottle, a genie appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that the 4 guys had released him out of the bottle, he said, "Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I will give each of you a wish. When you run towards the pool and jump, you shout what you want the pool of Water to become, then your wish will come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French wanted to start. He ran towards the pool, jumped and shouted "WINE". The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. The Frenchman was so happy swimming and drinking from the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the Russian's turn, he did the same and shouted, "VODKA" and immersed himself into a pool of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German was next and he jumped and shouted, "BEER". He was so contented with his beer pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last is the American. He was running towards the pool when suddenly he slipped on a banana peel. He slipped towards the pool and shouted, "SHIT!!!!!!!........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING, BECAUSE SOMETIMES ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge. Each organ took a turn to speak up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: I should be in charge because I run all body functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood: I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach: I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs: I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole: I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad. To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 -The other organs agreed to let the asshole be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE "ASSHOLE" THAT IS IN CHARGE.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-117014541153250711?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/117014541153250711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=117014541153250711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/117014541153250711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/117014541153250711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-been-blogging-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116904415262164480</id><published>2007-01-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:29:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. That's it i guess. 2 yrs +, ended just like that. We agreed in the past, to stay best of friends even if things don't turn out the way we wanted it to. Actually, we've been expecting this since a long time. Just didn't realise that it'd be that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, my beloved. Take this as an opportunity to experience things you wouldn't have had the chance to if we were still together. Whether we'll be together again years from now, is something hard to guess. There's always the saying, 'it's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all'. 'Don't feel sad because it's over. Be glad because it happened.' I shan't go on about this anymore. It's over, done. Mulling over this won't do either of us any good. All we can do now is to get up and move on. Time waits for no one. As said before, if we're meant to be, we will be together eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her sis: Now I do know that you actually visit this blog of mine. Well, don't take to heart whatever your youngest sis said. She's just very upset and angry at this moment of time. Also, don't feel bad about what you did. Everything that happened would occur in the future anyway. The process has merely been brought forward. Dunno what else to say. Just that, you have an amazing sister. Treasure her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116904415262164480?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116904415262164480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116904415262164480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116904415262164480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116904415262164480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116896203001560357</id><published>2007-01-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:41:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After i've calmed down. I went to talk to my mum. And we agreed that there are 2 best options now. One, is to let time do its work. Let things take their own path. Two, is for my mum to meet up with her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try the later first. But, when my mum called and politely talked to her, she rudely said, in chinese, 'i do not want your son to mix with my daughter. thats final.'. and then hung up the phone. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, i'm left with the second option. I'll let time take its course. If we're meant to be, we will. Let this be a test for our love then. I just hope that she's ok. My heartfelt thanks to xing yun. Please take care of my dear for me. i really dunno wat i can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, this i pray. Grant me strength, that i may overcome this ordeal. Grant my wisdom, that i may know wat to do. Grant me all that i need, that i may triumph over this obstacle. Grant us love, that we may never run out of it. Please dear Lord, with your might, keep our love strong. That no matter wat happens, we'll stay together. Even if it isn't physically, but at the very least, in our spirits, and in our heart. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted 23 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116896203001560357?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116896203001560357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116896203001560357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116896203001560357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116896203001560357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/after-ive-calmed-down.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116896029159880450</id><published>2007-01-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:14:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm an imbecile. Why can't i talk. I've lost. This time, i've lost really badly. I've been out-argued. No chance to counter at all. Her mother really did call. And i really dunno wat to say. Her words lashed down on me with cruel reality. And worst of all, the whole conversation was in chinese. Those who know me well will know why. I can't argue for nuts in chinese. I restrained myself from using english in fear that she'll use that as a point against me. I did my best to speak fluent chinese. But i was too unprepared. too unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit me where i was the weakest. She accused me of being too flirtatious. Saying that there are many girls out there who like me. I agreed and countered saying that it's diff frm me liking them. and she shot back saying that i treat them too well. its as if i'm encouraging them. But what can i say. Its true. I treat my friends well. I treat gals better. But i do have reasons behind that. But by saying out the reasons, she'll have a new point to attack me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the standard issues were there. Age, studies, etc etc. But the crux was that she disapproved of me because i had too many gals in my life. And that i can't show for certain that my dear is the only one i'll love for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost. Big time. Owned. And there's almost nothing i can do abt it. I've lost. I might have just lost her for all i noe. Dunno wat is going on. Confused. I'm rendered speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 23 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116896029159880450?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116896029159880450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116896029159880450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116896029159880450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116896029159880450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-imbecile.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116895717343407191</id><published>2007-01-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:22:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wth sia. Dunno which idiot(s) went to blurt everything to her mum. Now she knows my number, where i used to live, and even the number of ex-gfs i have. And that is just a small portion of what she knows. I dunno how, but i'm really stunned. I can really think of no one who will tell her all these lor. We only have that much mutual friends. And i dun believe my friends will be that foolish to tell her lors. Argh. According to my dear, she's gonna call me tonite. And i'm so not prepared. Damn it lar. Why did it have to come to this. Ahhhh! Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted at 22 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116895717343407191?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116895717343407191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116895717343407191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116895717343407191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116895717343407191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/wth-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116887212611363423</id><published>2007-01-16T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:22:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another turn of events. If anyone recieves a call asking for my number, please DO NOT give it. Seems like my dear's mother is determined to find out who i am. Haiz. For those who know wat i'm talking abt, if she does somehow call you, please do not give her any of my details. Also, tell her that i've broken up with my dear since end of december last yr. Thx. Haiz, i can only count on faith now. =&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student does not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student has no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observethe world around you. Tell me, son.. Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, lashing light.... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death asthe opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there an yone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir. The link between man and God is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know who that student was? This is a true story, and the student is none other than Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, the present president of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foudn this on Mikhails blog. And so, by using it here, I have to acknowledge the source. Haha. Hope you enjoyed it. Have faith ppl. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted at 19 36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116887212611363423?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116887212611363423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116887212611363423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116887212611363423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116887212611363423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-turn-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116886854502989019</id><published>2007-01-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:42:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ten Commandments (Decaforce Sword)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rave Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisenmeteor "The Metal Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosion "The Explosive Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silfarion "The Sonic Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runesave "The Sealing Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Crimson "The Twin Dragon Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melforce "The Vacuum Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Core "The Gravity Blade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Million Suns "The Solar Blade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifar "The Bloodlust Sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravelt "The 10th Sword (Haru)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star-Rave "The Original 10th Sword (Shiba)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I just love this anime. Finished the manga. Sadly, the decided to discontinue the anime. Sad. Stops at episode 51. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116886854502989019?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116886854502989019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116886854502989019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116886854502989019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116886854502989019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/ten-commandments-decaforce-sword-rave.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116878474465152464</id><published>2007-01-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:33:10.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The 7 Deadliest Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust (luxuria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony (gula)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed (avaritia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth (acedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath (ira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy (invidia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride (superbia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 7 Holy Virtues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chastity (castitas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstinence (frenum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberality (liberalitas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diligence (industria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience (patientia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness (humanitas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility (humilitas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116878474465152464?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116878474465152464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116878474465152464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116878474465152464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116878474465152464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/7-deadliest-sins-lust-luxuria-gluttony.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116867733928448550</id><published>2007-01-13T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:35:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok! Fine, i shall post! Hm, since orientation just ended recently, i shall post on that then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i love my squad. Orientation wouldn't be the same without them. Although u guys weren't that hyped on the first 2 days (probably due to the talks =p ), everything became better on the third day onwards. You guys simply rock! Best squad ever. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're all special in ur own different ways. I'm really fortunate to have made friends with all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx Janice, Xiao Han, Nasri, and Yang Yi for the gifts. It was really unnecessary to buy gifts for ALL the nathan agents, but u guys did so anyway. We all appreciate the motion. =D Again, i thank u 4 for coming down on sunday just to learn and come up with the cheers and clan performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, Yi Ci, Janice. Haha! U guys live as far from sch as me! Was fun going home with yall. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanesh, Shazwi, Nasri, u guys are the source of laughter. Always crapping and making the squad laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yi, Jasmine, Nasri, Janice, Xiao Han, yall are the ones i talk to most often out of school, through sms or msn. Cya in choir soon Hui Yi! Jasmine, i do not have a scary look lors. Nasri, play dota with me sometime, although i might have lost touch. =p Janice, ur every cheerful self really brights up my day at times. Stay happy! Oh! And people! This gal actually brings a different soft toy to sch everyday depending on her mood. Haha. Another of her cute actions. Xiao Han, gosh. I really can't thank you enough for all you've done. Try to relax more though, and ya, smile always. U're really beautiful when you smile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valarie, Lauren, Jia Yi, Magdalene, Ruolin, i really have changed my perspective of yall. Haha, u gals are not as quiet as i thought u were. Which is good of course. =D Enjoy PJC ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Cheng, Wei Zhong, Hiok Nam, Ernie, Mira, Esh, Wei Qiang, although i didn't really get to noe u guys well, squad 25 still wouldn't be the same without u guys. Heard frm tiff that yall arn't that quiet as i thought either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Ming, Josiah, thx for joining us whenever possible. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, Khalilah, u 2 rock! Great being partners with yall. =D We're all different with diff style of handling ppl. But tgt, we own! =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, thats all. =D Long enough angela?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116867733928448550?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116867733928448550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116867733928448550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116867733928448550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116867733928448550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-fine-i-shall-post-hm-since.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116808109425983531</id><published>2007-01-06T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:58:14.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, how different things have become, with a sudden turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;for the actions i shouldn't have taken.&lt;br /&gt;for the decisions i should not have made.&lt;br /&gt;for the words i should not have said.&lt;br /&gt;for the tears that i've caused.&lt;br /&gt;for the hurt that i've made.&lt;br /&gt;for the things i should not have taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;for all your effort in guiding me academically.&lt;br /&gt;for your constant patience in teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;for your tolerance with my flirtatious ways.&lt;br /&gt;for your love that never wavers.&lt;br /&gt;for your support in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for...&lt;br /&gt;your graceful style of walking.&lt;br /&gt;your seriousness when needed.&lt;br /&gt;your laughter that brights up days.&lt;br /&gt;your tears that make me realise my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;and your willingness to forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;so many things i can't say them all here.&lt;br /&gt;you just being you, despite being diff frm my 'ideal gf'.&lt;br /&gt;you loving me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret taking you so deep in this relationship. Maybe it would be easier for us if we weren't so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still, i hope that we can be tgt till the end. Just as a good friend of mine said, true love conquers all. I'll love you till the very end my dearest. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116808109425983531?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116808109425983531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116808109425983531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116808109425983531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116808109425983531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-how-different-things-have-become.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116757163498211468</id><published>2006-12-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:27:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead tired. Now that they know, things are gonna change. I dread change. And i'm super tired. Not in the mood to do anything. Not in the right state of mind to think. My life is a mess now. Holiday assignments not done, relationship hangs precariously on the noose. Thank God for my friends. Haiz. Wth is happening to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116757163498211468?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116757163498211468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116757163498211468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116757163498211468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116757163498211468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116670053858948105</id><published>2006-12-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:28:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. And now, i'm back from OGL camp. Orientation is gonna be really fun nxt yr. Lol. Enjoyed myself thoroughly at the camp. Shan't go into details.. Dun wanna spoil the suspense. Lol. Anyways, Nathan rox! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be some time before the post about the japan trip will be out. uploading the photos is really consuming a lot of time. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116670053858948105?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116670053858948105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116670053858948105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116670053858948105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116670053858948105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116575830889720833</id><published>2006-12-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:45:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving for Japan tml. 7 + 1 days. Really gonna miss my beloved girlfriend. She really means a lot to me, although i don't show i much. Despite my flirtatious ways, she's pretty tolerant, at times even making friends with those i 'flirt' with. But she gets upset when i become too close to the gal. Haha. Still, she stays by my side everytime, loving me with almost, if not all he heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my actions, she feels insecure at times. Ok, quite often. Seldom will i have only her in my life. Often there are other girls whom i have befriended, and get pretty close. And she's always afraid i'll fall for other girls, and neglect her. I tend to treat those who are not as close better. So she get jealous over my concern towards other girls. But still, the one i truly love is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been by my side. Helping me in studies, listening to my problems, making my smile, complimenting every little thing, showing affection when i need it most. Although she gives me a cold shoulder whenever she's mad, she always relents in the end, often in tears. I really hate seeing girls cry, what more my girlfriend, and me being the cause. Seeing her cry always makes me feel guilty. And her willingness for forgive never fails to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're quite open with each other. If she doesn't like me being with a particular girl, she'll show, if not tell me. When she dislikes a habit of mine, she'll go 'tsk!' and with a playful heart, she'll hit me and ask me to stop. We share any problems we have. Few secrets are kept between us. But sometimes, being too honest hurts each other. For example, telling her about this chio bu i saw and got her number. =x Yet, we're also tolerant with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. All in all, i love her. =D So very very much. And she'll be the one i'll miss the most in Japan. *sigh* I love you dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116575830889720833?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116575830889720833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116575830889720833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116575830889720833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116575830889720833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/leaving-for-japan-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116567976023439386</id><published>2006-12-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:56:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* Lim Yong's going to Canada soon. Haiz. My childhood friend. Knew him since we were born. Lol. Along with Shi, Zhong, Fedora, Samuel. We're all childhood friends. Then came Tabitha, Natalia, Xia Ning.. We grew up together. Ahh.. Although i'm closer to the Lims, I hope to get to noe the rest better. Especially since Tabitha, Fedora and Xia Ning are going on to JC/Poly nxt yr. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss Yong, Zhong.. Lan after church.. All the games. Gonna miss them. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116567976023439386?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116567976023439386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116567976023439386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116567976023439386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116567976023439386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh-lim-yongs-going-to-canada-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116558358025269296</id><published>2006-12-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:13:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ABCDEFG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oy &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;irls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i seriously love choir. Hate the long and numerous training hrs.. but.. love the people, love the songs, and i simply love singing tgt. Especially the fun songs! Haha. Leaving for Japan on tues morn. Haiz. Take care peeps! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing, sing, sing, sing. Everybody starts to sing, like dee dee dee, ba ba ba dup, now you're singing with a swing. Ooooohhhhh.... Sing, sing, sing, sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can make a difference in your life, if i can touch your heart alon the way. if we combine our talens, and live in harmoy. Then just think, how much stronger we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take it step by step, bit by bit, mile by mile and minute by minute take it step by step, day by day, moment by moment we will make our way, step by step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Hahaha... You just gotta love singing. Music is an international language. Haha. &lt;3 singing. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116558358025269296?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116558358025269296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116558358025269296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116558358025269296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116558358025269296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/abcdefg-boy-can-do-everything-for.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116550083269329961</id><published>2006-12-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:13:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today passed rather quickly. Woke up ar arnd 10, did some phy hw and started gaming. Lol. Played a few games of WC3 TFT standard, abit of maple and audition. Haha. Went to meet dear for dinner in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met liyan at the mrt station. She was with her friend, on their way to collect their paycheck. The pay at metro is like, super low lor. Liyan was obviously disappointed. Lol. Her friends pulled her there, and she applied for the job without knowing the pay. The pay is like $3 per hr btw. Talked to her for abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met dear at lucky plaza. Lol. Got lost in taka. Couldn't find the right exit. And turned the wrong direction after finding my way out. LOL. Managed to meet her anyway. Dinnered at Mac. Lame lor. Couldn't she have come over to taka instead? Would have saved me all the trouble of getting lost. lol. Haiz, seeing her pretty face makes my heart melt everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, gamed abit more. Played audition with angela. Which reminds me, angela and my dear get along pretty well.. Gonna dread sunday. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time since i've felt shy around a girl. The last time was... heck, i dun even remember it. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116550083269329961?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116550083269329961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116550083269329961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116550083269329961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116550083269329961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-passed-rather-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116533002190706398</id><published>2006-12-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:47:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz, on top of choir troubles and schoolwork stress (again), 2 more words complete my week - girl trouble. Lol. Hope things will smoothen out on their own. I choose to let things slide this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirting (enjoy *grin*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting is a form of human interaction, usually expressing a sexual or romantic interest in the other person. It can consist of conversation, body language, or brief physical contact. It may be one-sided or reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting is often used as a means of expressing interest and gauging the other person's interest in courtship, which can continue into long term relationships. Alternatively, it may simply be a prelude to casual sex with no continuing relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other situations, it may be done simply for immediate entertainment, with no intention of developing any further relationship. This type of flirting sometimes faces disapproval from others, either because it can be misinterpreted as more serious, or it may be viewed as "cheating" if the person is already in a romantic relationship with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three degrees of flirting. The first degree is unintentional, and can occur during normal conversations between two people. You are not consciously trying to impress or make the other person laugh, but your subconscious is at work. The second degree is intentionally trying to make the person laugh, or impressing him or her. Lastly, the third degree of flirting is intentional, and not at all subtle. The person is going out of his or her way to impress someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Faux-Pas Flirting Tips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attitude: If you don’t have it, you can’t flaunt it. The best flirts are risk takers with an unshakeable confidence.&lt;br /&gt;2. Humor: A must-have. One of the core elements of a relationship is the ability to make the other person laugh; be it “at” or “with” you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Believability: You have to believe you’re a great catch or no one else will. Period. If you don’t think you’re worth it, you’ve lost the game before it’s begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Assertiveness: Approach someone and start a conversation. And no, you do not have to be a male to make the first move. Welcome to the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Accessorize: Not with jewelry and matching shoes, but with conversation starters like dogs, a good book, or a signature scent that’s bound to attract attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Approachability: Nobody likes an ice-queen, or king for that matter. Force yourself to let your guard down and you’ll make yourself more approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eye Contact: Don’t stare the other person down; simply give them the attention and respect they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have Fun: Nothing says “comfortable” like a person who is willing to “let down their hair” and be spontaneous and goofy. It goes back to that humor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sincerity: If they are truly interested in you, they will want you to feel comfortable being the “real you”. Don’t be afraid to show a little vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Smile: Not only does it show you’re enjoying your company, it’s contagious, and it makes you one hundred times more attractive and approachable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116533002190706398?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116533002190706398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116533002190706398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116533002190706398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116533002190706398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiz-on-top-of-choir-troubles-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116490904689076410</id><published>2006-12-01T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:50:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home and finished showering. Had a really long day. CIP at Metro Paragon is finally over. No more 5 hrs of trying to get ppl to donate. Ah. Oh, i managed to get the name and number of that gal working at metro. Hehe. Hope to be friends with her. Exchanged a few smses just now. Seems that she's still single. Haha. Pity, i'm already attached. Otherwise i'd go all out to tackle her. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's birthday is today! After sending dear home, i went to visit my grandma. She's 64 this yr. woo! hope she can live to see her great grand children. =D Happy Birthday Ah Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then helped my parents clear the office. All the glass and stuff. Super tired now. Gonna go slp. Hope to have a good and nice dream tonite. *yawns* Gdnite all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116490904689076410?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116490904689076410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116490904689076410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116490904689076410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116490904689076410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-got-home-and-finished-showering.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116485351479025367</id><published>2006-11-30T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:25:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a really bad nightmare last nite. Gosh. Totally freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream began with me at some sorta place, with friends. Can't really remember where. I just recall that we were having fun exploring the place and playing a game. Basically, this game involved shadows. A person will make a shadow on a wall, and miraculously, an exact duplicate will appear on the opposite wall. Being mischievious, i tend to try and disrupt the shadows with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we played this game from time to time, and then we came to the conclusion that a supernatural being is behind this magic. So we played the game again. This time, we made a shadow of a house with 2 sticks jutting out. But, on the opposite wall, a house with 3 sticks jutting out appeared. Obviously, its wrong. So someone exclaimed that the supernatural being knows us. Knows what we were thinking. I dunno why, but this is so. Then i thought for a moment, and mentioned that maybe i noe the being. Then everyone turned to stare at me, and the girl beside me went like shhhhhhhh, omg omg. The mood was seriously scary. They then used a knife to slit the box open. As they did so, i felt an immense pain at my foot. Ridding my foot of the box unveiled a bandaged right foot, bleeding. Then all of a sudden, the supernatural being appeared, clutching his head, screaming. I screamed too, and had flashbacks of how the being supposedly died. He also had a wound on his right foot. Also bleeding. He was trying to escape from some people. He hid in the closet, but his wound left a trail of blood. He was then found, and murdered. I then screamed myself awake. I wasn't screaming when i woke, up, but my heart was beating really really fast. Couldn't get back to sleep. I prayed and asked God for protection and peace. Then i went to find my mother. She talked with me till i finally slept again. Thx mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole incident is super scary. Why on earth did i dream up such a scene. omg. I had no control over this dream. It just came and flowed on and on. Too fast for me to do anything. Scary. Seriously scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116485351479025367?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116485351479025367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116485351479025367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116485351479025367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116485351479025367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-really-bad-nightmare-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116454606735024510</id><published>2006-11-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:02:14.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2nd Anniversary dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a good mood. Thx to the weariness of OBS, and my dear is angry with me for some reason or another. In any case, since is is my 2nd anniversary, i'd like to dedicate this part to my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, you've let me discover what love really is. 8 times i've been in relationships. But of them all, this one has the strongest bond. The love i feel is reall overwhelming. It makes me realise how much Jesus really loves us people. If i have the capacity to love her this much, imagine how much greater can the love Christ has for us be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;You are the treasure that I seek&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking you as a precious jewel&lt;br /&gt;Lord to give up I'd be a fool&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down you pick me up&lt;br /&gt;When I am dry you feel my cup&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to dedicate this 3 verses to my dear. I love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a total mood spoiler. Skip it if u dun wanna screw your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this. Can't help it. have to scold. My parents wanna restrict my access to a mere 2 hrs. Wtf is this. Other ppl can play till 4 am. I dun even play till 12 mn. At most 1 am. And they say i'm playing too much. What nonsense. Fuck this man. I'm gonna find some way to get access. This is me. No one can stop me if i wanna accomplish something. Don't get in my way. You'll jst get defeated and hurt. Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was a total mood spoiler for me. This is all i can say. Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116454606735024510?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116454606735024510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116454606735024510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116454606735024510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116454606735024510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-2nd-anniversary-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116441791211731856</id><published>2006-11-25T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:59:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from OBS! Woot! Bought 2 t-shirts. Haha. Ah. Finally got a good night's sleep. After 5 days of 4 hr sleeps in crazy conditions, i am finally able to go back to my soft, cozy bed, coupled with my ever comfortable pillows and quilt. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS Day 1 20/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch abit late. Abt 0720 when we were supposed to meet by 0715. Took the bus to pungol jetty, and we were super early. Lol. The other schools that were there are Queenstown Sec, CHIJ St Teresa, St Hilda's Sec, Seng Kang Sec and Dunearn. Making us the eldest batch there. =x And so, we took the ferry over to OBS Camp 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, we waited again, and waited, and waited. Until finally, all the schools were present, and Chew Yien gave us the briefing. Chew Yien became out watch instructor. Haha. And then, OBS began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first had our lunch blindfolded and our hands tied to each other. Its like, my right is tied to Juan Chen's left, and my left, Michelle. -.- Luckily we decided to eat dry rations. Imagine cooking noodles blindfolded. That task was relatively simple. Then came the usual ice breaking games. Nothing much happened on day 1. We were supposed to do high elements. But damn the rain. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, due to the rain, we were unable to sleep in our tents. So we slept on the floor, using our ponchos as beds and blankets, life jackets as pillows. That night, we had the best sleep throughout the whole OBS. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS Day 2 21/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, cooked breakfast and did high elements. Climbed the obstacle known as the Nutcracker. Lol. All of us managed to complete the obstacle. Yay! After lunch, we headed out for our land expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we trekked, and trekked, until we reached the Quarry. There, we had to build a raft. We managed to finish our raft in time. Of course, it floated. Our watch had quite a lot of people with obs experience. Also, we had people from campcraft teams. Lol. Anyway, we got up the raft, and paddled to the middle of the quarry. Then, we were given the chance to play in the water! OMG. That was like one of the few chances we had to clean ourselve up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then trekked abt 50m to our campsite. 3 other watches were there. Cooked maggie mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS Day 3 22/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day of trekking. Omg. Went around the whole island of pulau ubin. =x There was a short moment where it rained for abt 2 hrs. So we had 2 hrs of rest at a shelter. The trek was really tiring. But we all completed it! Thx to the encouragement and assistance of each other. Woot! Lazy to go into details. Haha. So this day we just trekked, trekked and trekked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trekked all the way to the east, and back west to OBS camp 1, where we camped for the night. And it was there where i got all those damn sandfly bites. Argh. Many things happened here. But we were united and overcame it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS Day 4 23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trekking back to camp 2, we embarked on out sea expedition. Kayaking. Fun, but it rained. Sigh. Was feelling kinda cold. Thankfully, the rain stopped. Lol. Such weird weather we had. And so, we kayaked, and kayaked, and kayaked. Me, juan chen, alex and li nan went to slp in the store room, secretly. Lol. But it was super cold there. Choosing between super cold and super warm + wet. Lol. Not much of a choice ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS Day 5 24/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone noticed the entries getting shorter and shorter? Lol. Stock taking, and lunch. Following that we boarded the ferry back to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group of us, with the exception of ting ting, went to eat suki. After eating my fill i fell asleep. lol. Too tired i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, showered, played some dota, and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that roughly summarizes my trip to obs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate turkey for dinner. Lol. Thanksgiving. And also to celebrate my sis' birthday on monday. Gonna chionng maple now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who missed me, i missed u too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116441791211731856?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116441791211731856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116441791211731856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116441791211731856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116441791211731856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-from-obs-woot-bought-2-t.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116378417998853997</id><published>2006-11-18T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:41:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH! My entry last nite is missing! Argh. Shall re-type it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the first things i did yesterday was to extend my passport. It had to be done yesterday, as i'm busy with other stuff to do it any other day. So, effectively, that was the last day i had to do it. Basically i had to extend my passport, may a photocopy of the extended date, and put it in the teacher's pigeon hole. But whaddaya noe?! I had to go wear slippers and was denied entry to sch. Thankfully, I met wenny on the way, and she graciously agreed to help me even though she was already late for dance. Really appreciate that. Thx wenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was done, I went to meet gid at JE. Then he was super lame, telling me to look out for a train, only to find that he wasn't on it afterwards. Lol. Anyway, we headed to my hse, where I played audition and he, NBA 2K7. We ordered KFC delivery for lunch. I had he new fish and chips thing. Honestly, I dun think it is that nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, my dear arrived. She brought me a new cordless phone! Wooo! Thx to everyone who chipped in for the phone! We started playing winning eleven when Ong The arrived. Won him in all 3 matches! Haha. Then me, ong, my sis and her friend started mahjonging. Her friend arrived abit later, so we palyed 3 ppl at first. Jun Ling. Although she had already come over like lotsa times, I somehow can't seem to remember her. Lol. Oh well, now I will. I wun forget pretty gals after all. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to redhill market after that, where we dinnered and desserted. Ice Kachang! Yum! Haha. Later in the evening, I taught my dear how to play maple and blog. The rest all went home le. So it's just me and her. And my family of coz. They surprised me at 12 mn with a cake. Nothing fanciful. But still, it's the thought that counts. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that more or less summarises the event leading up to my oh-so-magnificent 17th B'day! Haha! Thx to all those who sent me well-wished via SMS or MSN. I really appreciate it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17! Woooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116378417998853997?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116378417998853997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116378417998853997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116378417998853997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116378417998853997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/wth-my-entry-last-nite-is-missing-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116359802684351793</id><published>2006-11-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:23:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choir performance tml @ paragon. I think around 5? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renew Passort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear's A's are finally over. Her stress lv is back to 0! ^.^ Met up with her and went to IMM. Wanted to buy a new phone, house phone, but couldn't find any. =x Ate at fish and co. So bloody ex. But the food is really good, and the servings are humongous. Seriously. Lol. Been a long time since i last saw her. Seeing her today made me really happy. Missed her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! She's coming over on fri, where i'll teach her how to play maple, audition, and blog. LOL. Hm, stay over. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo. I'm really excited about going to Japan with the choir. Haha. Fun. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116359802684351793?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116359802684351793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116359802684351793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116359802684351793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116359802684351793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/choir-performance-tml-paragon.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116299466629309770</id><published>2006-11-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:04:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah! Finally have FFXII in my hands. Although i really can't wait to play, i have to resist the incessant calls of temptation to load the game into my PS2. Otherwise, my mind will be full of FFXII during OP and boy, will i be doomed if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sing tml. Hahax. Hope i can pitch well. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116299466629309770?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116299466629309770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116299466629309770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116299466629309770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116299466629309770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/ah-finally-have-ffxii-in-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116289088109219886</id><published>2006-11-07T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:14:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think wenny has a beautiful singing voice. And i've always wondered why. Today, i've finally found out. Seems that she was from the choir in her secondary school But dunno why she dun wanna join choir again in JC. Hahaz. Including her, that makes 5 choir people in our class. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PW technical run was today. The group infront of mine had so many problems. And they took like 10 mins to settle it. My group took like less than 1 min to finish. Haha. After which, we went to sheila's house to do pw. Quite alot of people went there. 3 groups. I'll try to name them all. Hm. Lisi, chee ping, yuhan, bao ling, samuel, simin, angela, wenny, min min, myself, and of course, sheila. 11 people. Oh, and sheila's condo is like, high security. The lift opens directly to her doorstep. Cool huh? But it's very troublesome, especially if you have visitors. But it's a small price to pay for security. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pw group decided to do a skit afterall. Chee ping and i have to sing. =x Ah well.. But hope all goes well on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! One final thing. My FFXII has ARRIVED!!!! Can't wait to play. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116289088109219886?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116289088109219886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116289088109219886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116289088109219886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116289088109219886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-wenny-has-beautiful-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116273314390766292</id><published>2006-11-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:25:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's moon is perfectly round, bright, and simply beautiful. What clear skies we have tonight. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, spent practically the whole day at Bird Park. Pamela had this video shoot going on, so we went to observe and help out. Again, she paid for our lunch expenses at Bonga Burger. The place is EX i tell you, but super filling. She also treated us to Ben &amp; Jerry's. Haiz, i feel so guilty for doing so little, when she spends like so much on us. Maybe to her, it is just a small sum. Hahaz. You never noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to help jw buy his dear's present. Then i totally made a fool of myself at one shop lar. As everyone probably already knows, my chinese is cmi. So, i said, 'ah! zhe ge bi jiao xiang yang!'. It means, literally, 'ah! this is more like it!'. But the problem was, i was refering to only one, and said the rest weren't that 'xiang yang'. So, the shopkeeper was like insulted, and michelle said i was rude. But what i really meant to say was, 'ah! this one looks more suitable!' and, 'the rest not suitable'. So its like, i'm totally misuderstood. I shall try not to express myself in madrin anymore. =x Oh, michelle also said jw might be better than me in sweet-talking. Haiz. So demoralized. NVM! I shall improve on my sweet-talking. Yep! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116273314390766292?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116273314390766292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116273314390766292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116273314390766292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116273314390766292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/tonights-moon-is-perfectly-round.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116245345128908759</id><published>2006-11-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:45:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took a very interesting personality test. I can say, it's 90% true. Here's the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 200px;height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:0px;height:67px;width:71px;background-color:#f21885"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 71px;top:0px;height:67px;width:64px;background-color:#17e8e8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 135px;top:0px;height:67px;width:65px;background-color:#e617e6"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Imaginative" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:67px;height:48px;width:85px;background-color:#9e5710"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:115px;height:43px;width:85px;background-color:#303030"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:158px;height:42px;width:85px;background-color:#76d615"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:67px;height:54px;width:61px;background-color:#1572cf"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 146px;top:67px;height:54px;width:54px;background-color:#c4c414"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:121px;height:40px;width:61px;background-color:#ba1313"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:161px;height:39px;width:61px;background-color:#12b812"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 146px;top:121px;height:59px;width:29px;background-color:#1111a8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 175px;top:121px;height:59px;width:25px;background-color:#5a10a3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 146px;top:180px;height:20px;width:54px;background-color:#0f9954"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:200px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Advocating Visionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Will be putting this on my blog permanantly. Scroll over to view the characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Visionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your imagination, self-assuredness, and knowledge of the world combine to make you a VISIONARY. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have clear notions of how things could be, and the confidence to try to make them that way. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You enjoy having a routine, and prefer comfort and familiarity to risk and adventure. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not needing others' approval to forge ahead, you are confident in your designs for the future. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your imagination allows you to envision the world as a better place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're better at thinking of the big picture than you are with details, and you can see wonder in abstract things. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Style and appearances are important to you, and you have a good eye for beauty. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat rigid in your beliefs, which comes from both confidence and an aversion to change. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are good at creating works of art in forms with which you're familiar. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You tend to do things on the spur of the moment, not sticking to a set schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you relate to others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Advocating &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being social, empathic, and understanding makes you ADVOCATING. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some people find being around others exhausting—but not you! You are energized by spending time with friends, and you are good at meeting new people. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons you enjoy conversation as much as you do is that you often learn about yourself while talking things out with a friend; you realize things about your own beliefs while discussing them with others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have insight into what others are thinking and feeling. This ability allows you to be happy for others, and to commiserate when something has gone wrong for them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are highly compassionate, and being conscious of how things affect those close to you leaves you cautious about trusting others too hastily. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Despite these reservations, you are open-minded when it comes to your worldview; you don't look to impose your ways on others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your sensitivity towards others' plights contributes to an understanding—both intellectual and emotional—of many different perspectives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As someone who understands the complexities of the world around you, you are reluctant to pass judgments. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You tend to do things on the spur of the moment, not sticking to a set schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116245345128908759?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116245345128908759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116245345128908759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116245345128908759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116245345128908759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/11/took-very-interesting-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116222810601395498</id><published>2006-10-31T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:08:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S07 is gonna be so quiet next yr. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my family is thrown into  conflict. My father found out abt the car. Haiz.. Quarrels. Threats. Sadness. All over again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116222810601395498?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116222810601395498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116222810601395498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116222810601395498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116222810601395498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/s07-is-gonna-be-so-quiet-next-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116213362873554535</id><published>2006-10-29T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:22:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, just wanna let yall noe how to read my last post. The main idea is found by reading the first alphabet of each line. This excludes the first 2 lines on top. Haha. Then the post is more or less my thoughts lor. It was fun thinking up the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, went to do PW at yuhan's hse today. Why is the venue always at yuhan's hse? I dun get it. Other than yuhan, NONE of us lives at CCK. 1 Jurong, 2 Clementi, 1 Redhill. -.- Anyways, we achieve quite some stuff today. We then played mahjong and cards after that. Only me, chee ping and lisi played. And wth, Lisi won a whooping $17.50 in total! Of course, she's the sole winner. Zzz. She treated us to sweettalk after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the highlight of the day! The funniest and most memorable part! Lisi got caught by a guy named &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lim Teck Chong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for drinking her bubble tea in the mrt station. LOL. Abit funny lor. He was staring at us as we went up the escalator. Both me and cp saw him, and didn't drink. Then the blur Lisi, engrossed in her phone, went to poke the straw into the cup and took a sip. In front of that guy. Lol. And so, the guy came to find us, and took Lisi's EZ link card. Lisi was like so worried abt having to pay $1k. He let us off eventually, but took down Lisi's details, including our sch and class. Huh?! As Lisi said, take down sch and class for wat? As if the sch will subsidize the fee. Lol. Anyway, we had to go out of the station to finish our drink before the guy let us in again. Lolz. What a waste of time. But it was really funny. Haha. Lisi was like cursing and swearing. So un-ladylike. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting day. First time I actually come across people getting caught for drinking in the stations. Haha. Gonna meet the class for breakfast tml before going to sch. Oh ya, seems like the thursday incident has been cleared! Which is really good. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, for heaven's sake! Its a WING. WING WING WING. Like those you see on birds, or angels. Argh, why can't people accept that fact?! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116213362873554535?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116213362873554535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116213362873554535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116213362873554535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116213362873554535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/hm-just-wanna-let-yall-noe-how-to-read_29.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116196192708004085</id><published>2006-10-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:18:43.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart cries. My soul longs for love. I feel as if I've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people make promises of eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly, barriers will form.&lt;br /&gt;Consciously, the pain is felt.&lt;br /&gt;Knowingly, the love is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, when the two lost meet,&lt;br /&gt;'Sup my friend is all they will speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116196192708004085?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116196192708004085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116196192708004085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116196192708004085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116196192708004085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-heart-cries.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116177859384694541</id><published>2006-10-25T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:16:33.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh, even after all those memorising, i still commited like 3 or 4 mistakes during the performance. Feel so stupid. And for the first time in my choir experience, i'm standing in the first row! LOL. Despite the height discrepencies, i kinda find it fun to stand in the first row. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved a sms from Min min, regarding tml's ct time. Sounds fun, although i doubt anyone will bring a camara. Hahaz. Maybe everyone will be open tml, and talk freely.. Hmmz. Tml looks to be a promising day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116177859384694541?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116177859384694541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116177859384694541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116177859384694541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116177859384694541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh-even-after-all-those-memorising-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116168767245633733</id><published>2006-10-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:01:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kay, b4 i start, Happy Birthday Wenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's done, lets see.. I went for dinner with my mother yesterday. Talked abt stuff, retaining, my dear, other stuff. Well, i'm not much clearer after the talk, but at least i noe her opinion. Hope my kids will talk to me as openly as i talk to my mother. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught JY how to blade today, abit. Couldn't teach much as we had to correct her skating first. Her left leg is always bent inward. We did mainly braking today. Hope she can do T-brake by the chalet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to do pw at yuhan's hse. As usual, nothing was done. Lol. We ended up looking at videos, playing stress and mahjong. Lisi was so lucky. She had one 9 fan win. Omg. Thats like a win of 256 points. -.- All 3 games were won by her. Can't believe it. Luckily, we didn't play money. Lol. Have to becareful of her during class chalet if we play mahjong. hahaz. Can't wait for the class chalet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116168767245633733?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116168767245633733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116168767245633733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116168767245633733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116168767245633733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/kay-b4-i-start-happy-birthday-wenny.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116159538087368300</id><published>2006-10-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:23:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back promos results today. From the looks of it, it's likely that i'll promote. But somehow, i feel a longing to retain. I don't think i deserve to be promoted. I'd very much prefer retaining. But, anyway, i'll take things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say for sure who is retaining, but wenny seems certain that she is going to. I don't think wenny or angela deserves to be retained. Definitely, both she and Angela studied harder than i did. Sometimes the world is unfair isn't it. I can't imagine S07 without the both of them. Actually, it's hard to accept a different S07 without them in it. They both bring tons of laughter and joy to the class. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gals started crying in class today, i felt kinda useless. couldn't do anything as usual. Started with wenny, then a chain-reaction started. In order, sheila, lisi, angela, shamaine. I don't think simin cried. Nv did see tears in her eyes. In total, they used up 3 packets of tissue. Lol. Haiz. The friendship between the 3 gals,  wenny, lisi, sheila, is really strong. It's no surprise wenny is heartbroken that they will be seperated. It reminds me of the time when wy[el] finished her o's. We were seperated into diff schools. I can understand what wenny is feeling. Yet, i can't do anything. This is just me. I never fail to understand people's feelings. But i just can't do anything about it. Esp with gals. I'm particularly sensitive to gals. Somehow. Shan't disclose why. But doesn't matter. What use is being sensitive if i can't take any action. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wenny, if u read this, hope what i say here can help you. This goes to angela too, although it is sort of in response to wenny. Erm, well, you said that your class will be 07S07. I wanted to say it on the spot. But didn't anyway. What i wasnted to say was, i disagree. Your class will always be with us, 06S07. Its just that if you retain, you will be moving to a temporary class for 2 yrs - 06S??. I've already written your name in those class photos. I suppose, to me and to most of us, you're part of S07. Was, is, and will be. And i'm sure we'll be behind u all the way. If you really do retain, i don't see why we can't study tgt - you for ur promos, us for our A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day the actual people are known, we can't really confirm who is retaining or not. Furthermore, i don't tihnk moderation has been considered yet. Obviously, the best option is that S07 stays the way it is. But some people definitely will go (kiat *grin*). Till that day comes, which is nxt mon, i'll pray for u guys. Hope that we'll all stay in the same class nxt yr. I can't say for certain that i'll be promoting too. So.. Lets take things one step at a time. Cheer up wenny, dun cry anymore. Angela, please cry if you want to. Being effervecent all the time is scary ya noe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116159538087368300?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116159538087368300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116159538087368300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116159538087368300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116159538087368300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-promos-results-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116150100548751257</id><published>2006-10-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:10:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much today. Went to church as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was interesting. Hahaz. Went to watch Death Note with Shawn, Yh, JY at Jurong Point. The show was great. Death Note is a work of genius. The way Kira masterfully plots his moves. Simply amazing. Although, as usual, the story deviates quite a lot from the manga series. The basic storyline is still there, but how it happens is different. For eg, remember the fiancee of the FBI agent Kira killed? She wasn't supposed to shoot Kira's 'GF' and herself. In fact, she wasn't even supposed to realise that Light is Kira. Haha. But other that this, the show is simply great. The cast was chosen wonderfully. At least they do look like their actual characters. And Misa. She is drop dead gorgeous. Good job on finding her! I'd give the movive 4 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have the manga scans for Death Note fully translated, arranged, titled, and filed. Filed as in into my laptop. So, if anyone wants them, please pass me a blank cd and I'll burn it for u. I prefer burning as the file is kinda big, and will take quite some time to send. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116150100548751257?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116150100548751257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116150100548751257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116150100548751257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116150100548751257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116134708507611040</id><published>2006-10-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:24:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PJC OPEN HOUSE TODAY!!! PIONEER AMPLIFIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially lost my voice. Despite my severe sore throat, I still went ahead to perform with the Choir. Really missed singing in a group, and I savoured every moment of it. I was unable to give my best though. Couldn't project my voice at all. And after the performance, I totally lost my voice. But I dun regret singing with them! =D And oh ya! I really LOVE the Choir T-shirts. The back of the T-shirts read - Everything else is just... Noise. We make you wanna , &lt;&lt;&lt;, and &gt;  again and again. LOL. Btw,  is the square (stop), &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt; is the triangle (play). Cool right? Can't wait to get mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the class booth was okay. Nothing fanciful, and not shabby. Its normal, but the food we provide, a hint of heaven. Haha! Maybe that's abit exagerrating, but who cares?! Ong Teh bought like 6 sticks of malt candy frm us. Then Angela was like, are you sure? The money not for charity, goes to our class fund leh! Lol. But Ong Teh bought them anyway. Then he distributed the candy. Haha. Took like so damn long to finish it. Like, half an hour. Omg. And I had to BITE it to finish it in half an hour. So darn sweet. Haha. Didn't really help out at the class booth. But I did try to bring customers over.. I think we made a profit bah. Considering that the cost price is only $10. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time at the Strategic Gaming Club was also damn fun. Played 2 games. One against Sam they all. Totally thrashed. Lost form le. Too long nv play. But played with visitors the other time round. I was the only JC student in that game. Totally owned then. My team members had like one whole BIG group of friends with them. Then they were very nice lor. Even though we lost due to a lame FT Backdoor, which is illegal, we were all very happy. Sad though, I didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself to them. They had quite a few attractive gals with them. Haha. Oh! Speaking of which, DAMN! Of all days to get a sore throat. There are like, SO MANY attractive gals in PJ today. There was this gal, no, 2 gals. They came into the com lab to see us play. Then they were really chio lor. Esp the girl, she was wearing a blue and white horizontally striped sleeveless top, and a pair of short shorts. Then her hair was reborned, layered, and pinned up on one side. OMG lor. So damn chio. I kept looking at her, then Ong Teh, who was sitting beside me, exclaimed, 'Oei! Stop bio-ing (pronounced as beo-ing, means sneakily looking at) chio bu lar!'. So embarassing. Then the gal looked up and stared at me. I was at a lost at what to do, so I just smiled and nodded my head. Then she smiled back and continued spectating. Argh. Damn Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I had to give out flyers for the Choir, I couldn't charm gals with my rusty voice. Argh. As said before, of all days to get a sore throat, it has to be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Karen at the MRT station on the way home. She thought my faint, rusty voice is my normal voice. -.- Then when I told her i had a sore throat, she was like so concerned. Haha. Oh ya! She was really amazed by the fact that my dear is a year older than me. This was how the conversation somewhat went: (K for karen, D for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: *peering at my ring* You have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;D: Yep&lt;br /&gt;K: Is she in your class?&lt;br /&gt;D: No, she's in SA&lt;br /&gt;K: Then did she come today?&lt;br /&gt;D: Er, she's J2.&lt;br /&gt;K: *shocked* How old are you? &lt;- i was like to surprised by this question. She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;D: *trying to stiffle my laughter* I'm the same age as you. Which means, she's a year older than us.&lt;br /&gt;K: *really surprised* OH! Wow! Thats good.. No, I mean, thats nice, NONO! I meant, thats amazing...&lt;br /&gt;D: *interupting her* Haha.. Yep, it's kinda nice to have such a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached her stop. So we said goodbye and she left the train. She's like so funny lar. The way she thinks and expresses herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm very scared I'll retain. I want to be promoted. At least I'll be given a choice. Haiz.. It's really nice to know what type of friends you have. Haha.. I can't wish for a better class than 06S07.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116134708507611040?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116134708507611040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116134708507611040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116134708507611040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116134708507611040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/pjc-open-house-today-pioneer-amplified.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116126804356318806</id><published>2006-10-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:27:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sore throat is getting worse. Can't shout, scream, or raise my voice now. Wonder how I'm gonna sing tml. But luckily, it was still okay at the interview. Phew. Yep, the interview went well. My interviewers were so nice! Hahaz. So lucky. Heard that some interviewers made the interviewees grab ppl to dance or cheer with them. Hahaz. They dam suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my ankle is much better. At least I can walk now, although it's with a little limping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that Mdm Lim was super angry today, coz 7 ppl ponned. -.- 7.. the same number of retainees our class has. Haiz. Everyone is against me retaining - my family, my friends, and my dear. I thought they would support me. How wrong was I. Dunno if i should retain or not. Ah well, I'll just let the results make the decision for me. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116126804356318806?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116126804356318806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116126804356318806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116126804356318806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116126804356318806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sore-throat-is-getting-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116117673085036021</id><published>2006-10-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:05:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe what my dear said is true. Jun = Badluck. Since the day he arrived, my luck has gone from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Jun at Bukit Timah Shoping Centre to play LAN at LanLab. On the way there, I swung my phone round and round as usual, holding the end with the cross. All of a sudden, the string snapped, and the phone flew to the seat in front. There goes the precious cross my dear gave me. Not wanting to lose the cross, I put it in my pocket, a diff one as my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I reached there, LanLab was closed for renovations! So I had to take a taxi to Westmall to meet Jun. He paid for the fare. At westmall, we decided to go to the LanLab at Ginza Plaza. We took another taxi there, once again paid for by Jun. (He is so damn rich) There, we played till 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 :&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and ended up playing badminton with Jia Qi and Simin. Again, badluck hits. The sole of my shoe tore, and my right shoe opened its 'mouth'. Zzz. My reliable Addidas shoe of 1 yr. Then we went to eat fries at a hawker centre at Teck Whye with Sheila, Simin and Jia Qi. We talked about excuses to pon school, and we mentioned about having sore throat and fever. I preferred sore throat as it was only painful. Whereas fever made u feel weak and hot all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 :&lt;br /&gt;I initally intended to pon this day to play bball with Gid and Jun. End up, I caught the very 2 illnesses we were talking about the day before - sore throat and fever. What a coincidence. -.- Suffered from a high fever of about 39.1 degree celcius at the peak.  Felt really terrible and weak. Coupled with sore throat, I was as good as dead. Couldn't play bball with Gid and Jun. Lied in bed the whole day. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 :&lt;br /&gt;That is, TODAY! Felt better as my fever had gone down. Sore throat still dominant though. Hurts everytime I try to swollow. I went to school, played Dai Di after CL. Won about 4 bucks. BUT, I lost it all and more at poker and blackjack, tallying my total win to -$4. Haiz. Then went for lunch with the class. Played blackjack again after that. Thankfully, i won back about $2. Still a loss of $2. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it stopped at that. We then went for the queensland test. After finishing the test, I asked to be excused to the toilet. On the way back, I went down the stairs my usual way - half hopping with joy. And what happens? I lose my footing and tumbled down the stairs. Everyone was looking at me. So embarassing. Even worse, I sprained my right ankle and it's now swollen. Also, I have a bruise on my left knee. All before the day I intended to pon again to play bball, to make up for tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I went for choir, and the open house rehearsal. Nothing bad happened here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, and blogged, I accidently DELETED everything while reaching the end. So this isn't the actual post. I got fed-up and cut everything short. Lol. How suay can I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my dear disagrees with my decision to retain. Haiz. Why is my life in such a MESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116117673085036021?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116117673085036021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116117673085036021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116117673085036021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116117673085036021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-what-my-dear-said-is-true.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116105248248393811</id><published>2006-10-17T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:06:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is nonsense. Initially, I wanted to fake some illness, to get a MC to pon today. End up, I REALLY came down with sore throat. Argh. Throat hurts. Well, at least I got my MC, for a mere 2 bucks, along with medication and consultation. LOL. =x Wonder how I'm gonna sing for Choir. Plus the interview for OGL/SLO coming up. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged Gacha with Jun last night. Lol. It was hilarious, and definitely fun. Gacha = Con Man. All crap items. Lol. Nvm. I shall save up to chiong gacha again another time. Wahahahahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm really looking forward to the Japan trip. After looking at the new itenary, it seems even more fun than before. Ah, shall rest a while more. Every swollow is causing pain. Ah well, at least it's not fever. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Now down with fever also. The very thing I dreaded the most. Feeling so weak now, and very, very cold. Even if I'm hiding under the blanket with my jacket on, and all fans off, I'm still feeling cold. Grrr. Hate this. Current Body Temperature as of 2.45 pm : 37.7 Degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, feeling much better now. Hit a high of 39.1 just now. o.O Lol. Gonna go slp early. Catch more rest. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116105248248393811?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116105248248393811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116105248248393811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116105248248393811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116105248248393811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116092471143956429</id><published>2006-10-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:05:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh.. Busy week. Not really.. Haha. Went to Vivo to watch WTC with my dear, sisters and my father. The show was touching. Showed the side of humanity not often showcased. Haha. Had a great day with my dear. Ah, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired now. Just finished showering. Went for dinner to celebrate my paternal grandma's birthday. Ate alot, and i'm really really full. Just realised that my cousins are 30+, and unmarried. Lol. I'm determined to get married by 27. Yea! Well, as my mother says, to be unmarried is to be a failure in life. Its true to a certain extent. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woots! Jun is back. My arch rival. He's like, super rich, taking taxi everywhere. And he says, 'i dun wan to take inferior transportation.'. Lol. We wanted to smack him just there when he said this. Haha. Well, we all noe he was kidding. Which is why, no action was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i'm really tired. Too tired to think. Shall go slp now. Tataz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116092471143956429?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116092471143956429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116092471143956429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116092471143956429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116092471143956429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-116019203467338641</id><published>2006-10-07T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:41:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, my relationship with my dear gf has been going through some rough patches recently. And it's mainly my fault. It's weird how one will have less patience with those who are closer. I distinctively remember telling my self countless times, NOT to fall for that trap. Not to lose my temper, and to demonstrate great patience. Yet, despite my resolution, I failed. I suppose this is why couples change after marriage. They assume that their partners will be there forever. Hence do not put in any effort to sustain their relationship. Well, the best way to counter this is to perhaps keep a conscious mind on the relationship. Look at it from a third-party's perspective. Maybe that will help. Hm. Sorry dear. Please forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a brighter note, yesterday was fun. We climbed the fences just to get out of school an hour earlier. But it was fun. Pity, I got cut by the fence. I didn't realise I was cut until I got on the bus. Just a small cut, but it hurts damn lots. Btw, yesterday was inter-house games. That's why we ended early. Watched Lionel play pool, and Zang play bball. Lionel won Mr Ang. LOL. By pure luck. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went home. Then Ong Teh, Nan, and Gid came over. Ong left at abt 4. Budden Gid and Nan stayed over. Played ALOT of winning eleven. So fun! =D It's like, after playing Metal Slug and NBA 07 countless times, greenary is very much appreciated. Lol. We went to Leng Kee CC to play bball too. Then there was this uncle, quite old le. We played ABC with him. Then he was like super pro. He was like, baby-balling all the way, and while i was still stuck at A, he was already damn far away. Needless to say, he won. Yes, even Gid lost. Lol. Proness. Then we also played with the ppl there. Damn fun. But as I forgot to take lunch, I felt really giddy and exhausted. Hmz. Oh ya! Did I mention that I BLADED to the CC? Lol. But carrying the shoes made me really unbalanced. Couldn't skate properly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night fell, not really night. More of evening. My cousins came over. Then we were playing winning eleven. So Astro, my youngest cousin was like, 'Darrell! Can we play digimon?!'. He's like so adorable. But I agree with Nan, very adorable, but can be irritating. Hahaz. Arn't all younger siblings/relatives the same? Then Kevin was like really into the game. He's even more excited than the players themselves. Haha. So we let him play. Then I thrashed him 5 0 when I played with him. Could've been more. But he's like so lucky. My shots all hit the post or are saved. Grr. But it was fun. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we went down to play with fire. Haha. Not really, but since it's the Mid Autumn Festival, or more commonly known as Lantern Festival, Mooncake Festival or Zong Qiu Jie, we went to play with candles and lanterns. Then I went to blade around with my other cousin, Terance. He's like pro in everything he does. Magic, blading, studies. Lol. Then I finally got the axis and took off my brakes! Blading without brakes is really fun. It's like, no restrictions at all. Luckily, I grasped the T-brake and powerslide in time. Otherwise, can't stop without brakes. Haha. Then Nan was so lame. He played catching with the smaller kids, while Terance and I was blading. Gid was teaching Kevin how to play bball. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing else that's exciting. Unless you consider playing games till 4 am exciting. Haha. Yep, we didn't sleep till 4. Played winning, winning, and more winning. Then we listened to the Mr Brown shows also. So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at the Bird Park doing CIP now. Budden, having house blessing lata. So can't go, have to help out. Zzz. Sorry guys. I'll make it next week. I hope.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's abt it. Before I end off, I'd like to say this again. I'm sorry dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, forgot to post about something funny that happened yesterday. I kept reminding myself to blog about it, but I still forgot. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, we played Metal Slug on my laptop. All 4 versions. Metal Slug 1, 2, 3, X. Lol. Fun. I remember I used to chiong this game at the arcades. Haha. Anyway, I left my msn on, and I was signed in. So, halfway through playing, Angela msned me, and asked for a favour. I shan't go into the contents of her favour. Well, Gid and Nan was beside me tooking at the conversation. Then they were like laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was kinda surprised, that they knew who Angela was. After all, I have never introduced her to them. So I asked them, 'yall know who Angela is meh?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped laughing and pondered for a moment. Then Gid asked Nan, 'you know her?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan thought for awhile more, then replied Gid, with a blank look on his face - 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, 'Then wth are yall laughing for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gid started laming, and asked Nan, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nan replied, already on the verge of laughing, 'I think I am B2.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gid then counted to 3, and the both exclaimed together, 'Angeline.'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they both laughed harder. Turns out that they both mistook Angela for one of my exs. Lol. Not hard to understand why. Their names are so similar. That scene was really funny. Especially that Bananas in Pajamas trademark scene. Lol. But come to think of it. That relationship really ended in disaster. Hm. Kinda sad. Thankfully, things turned for the better at Grad nite. Well, shan't go into this either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging while my pastor and cg are at my house. Lol. I shall go play host. Tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-116019203467338641?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/116019203467338641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=116019203467338641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116019203467338641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/116019203467338641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/hm-my-relationship-with-my-dear-gf-has.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115987777155822501</id><published>2006-10-03T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:16:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooo! This is a good one! Definitely recognisable. This isn't done by me, I got it off the MapleSEA Forums. Haha. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comp.nus.edu.sg/~limtianc/achew_sig.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nice?! Lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115987777155822501?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115987777155822501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115987777155822501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115987777155822501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115987777155822501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/oooooo-this-is-good-one-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115966482716276984</id><published>2006-10-01T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:20:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an interesting start for the day. I awoke not to the incessant ringing of my mobile's alarm system, but to the resounding voices of children singing nursery rhymes! Yes, nursery rhymes. Many of which I didn't even know counted as rhymes. For example, Heigh Ho in Snow White and It's a Small World Afterall. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to refresh my memories of my childhood. Although it isn't really pleasant, it was fun to recognise those songs. For those who do not know, my childhood was filled with mayhem, mischieve and the likes. Shan't go into it. =x Anyway, the host is now going like, 'Good Morning ladies and gentlemen! It's a nice day today!' Lol. Which reminds me, it's Children's Day! Haha. That explains the rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go prepare for church. Making my way there soon. So, tatas. Happy Children's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this video: &lt;a href="http://www.hudongguo.com/fxc/videos/details.php?V2_FileNum=200000109882" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.hudongguo.com/fxc/videos/details.php?V2_FileNum=200000109882&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story between a magician and an archer. How true it is. Indeed, love needs no reasons. If loving someone requires reasons, when those reasons become invalid, will the love still remain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals, try not to ask your guys this tough question. It's really really really hard to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure whatever you have in your grasp now. Even though it's nothing special, it might be the right one for you. Whatever we have may not definitely be the best, but it might give us eternal happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115966482716276984?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115966482716276984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115966482716276984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115966482716276984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115966482716276984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-interesting-start-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115951420688219319</id><published>2006-09-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:19:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch this video. I laughed. And if I laugh, it means that it is really funny. =D Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YgHBI5BLcE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YgHBI5BLcE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it? Nice? But of course. Even my dear dear enjoyed it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115951420688219319?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115951420688219319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115951420688219319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115951420688219319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115951420688219319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/watch-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115927408996020166</id><published>2006-09-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:34:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 interesting things today. One regarding birth control, the other, &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt;. Mmm, really gets you turned on, doesn't it? Lol. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first, another cartoon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1691/320/untitledvx2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Not really funny, this one. But the next is sure to intruige you. *grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm sure most of us know of the term oral sex. Heh. Before I continue, I'd like to acknowledge my source. All information was obtained from Wikipedia and the National Geographic Channel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the actual term to use is Fellatio. Fellatio describes the oral stimulation of the penis. A common technique of fellatio is to take the penis in the mouth while rhythmically caressing the rest of the penis with the hands; the testes and the shaft of the penis can also be licked with the tongue. Suction is often used to increase the pressure and friction exerted on the penis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depending on the preference of the participants, this stimulation may produce an orgasm and ejaculation of semen. If the semen is accepted into the mouth it may or may not be swallowed (hence the slang, spit or swallow). Sexual arousal of the penis will often produce a small quantity of pre-ejaculatory fluid from the urethra at the tip of the penis prior to ejaculation. This fluid is produced by the Cowper's glands and is not semen, although it may contain traces of sperm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the use of the mouth to stimulate the penis, especially the glans, is a central feature of fellatio, often the partner simultaneously stimulates the shaft of the penis with his/her hand to provide the man with the feeling of the penis being enclosed. Some authorities (such as Franklin, The Ultimate Kiss, p. 62) recommend this as the preferred and most satisfying method of providing oral sex to a man. Another very efficient technique is to have the penis's head go in and out of the mouth very quickly (without going down to the shaft). This gives the receiver extreme stimulation and can lead to ejaculation in less than a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The common slang term blow-job is a misnomer, as blowing is not normally part of fellatio. In fact, blowing air into a partner's penis is an unhealthy practice. It is most commonly thought to be a facetious use of "blow" as the opposite of "suck". It has been suggested to be a corruption of "below-job", allegedly an old Victorian slang term that was commonly used to describe the act. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, oral sex doesn't necessarily relate only to the penis. There is still Cunnilingus. *grin* Cunnilingus is the act of using the mouth and tongue to stimulate the female genitals, especially the clitoris. The term comes from an alternative Latin word for the vulva (cunnus) and from the Latin word for tongue (lingua). 70% of women have reported never or seldom achieving orgasm during intercourse, and cunnilingus may be a way for women to achieve orgasm with a partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As in all human sexual behaviour, the variety of techniques in cunnilingus and individual responses to them are almost endless. As always, communication, experimentation and practice are the best way to learn how to please a particular partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The clitoris is the most sensitive part for almost all women, but may be too sensitive to stimulate directly at times, especially in early stages of arousal, and it is often best to begin with more gentle and less focused stimulation of the labia and the whole genital area. Ron Jeremy has advised in several films that a clockwise, counterclockwise, all over the place approach is more important than focusing solely on the clitoris. Others have found that tracing the alphabet, in the lack of a better idea, seems to work quite well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tongue tip, blade or underside can be used, as can the nose, chin, lips and teeth (with caution). Movements can be slow or fast, regular or erratic, firm or soft as the moment requires.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tongue can be inserted into the vagina, either stiffened or moving. Humming to cause vibration while performing cunnilingus is often considered to be especially arousing, with certain pitches, rhythms or tunes thought to be particularly effective by different people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cunnilingus is easily accompanied by the insertion of finger(s) or a sex toy into the vagina, which allows for the simultaneous stimulation of the g-spot, or into the anus, either of which many women find produce very intense sensations. Many other activities can accompany cunnilingus to enhance overall pleasure, of course, limited only by preference, physics, anatomy and multitasking ability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A popular slang term for cunnilingus is "giving lip" or "lip service." Other terms include "eating pussy," "Dining at the Y" or "enjoying a fish supper".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait, there's still more! Anilingus, or anal-oral contact, also referred to as anilingus and colloquially known as  rimjob, tossing the salad, pepe'ing, or 69, is a sexual activity involving contact between the anus or perianal areas of one person and the mouth of another. It was referred to also as the black kiss. Anilingus (from "anus" and "lingua," commonly misspelled as "analingus," compare to cunnilingus from "cunnus [vulva]" and "lingua") is thus simultaneously anal sex and oral sex. It should be contrasted with anal sex followed by fellatio, which is often referred to as ass to mouth, A2M, ATM or A2OGM, which is in effect anal-oral contact at one remove.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, Fellatio = Oral Sex or Stimulation for Guys, Cunnilingus = Oral/Finger Sex for Gals, and Anilingus = Kissing of the private areas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really understand Anilingus. But I think it is some sort of kiss to the private areas or something along those lines. The most interesting fact is that all these variations of sex come from the same species of animal. Yes, ANIMAL. Of course, the only animals capable of these are our closely related cousins, the monkeys! Chimpanzees to be more specific. I do not believe in evolution. But that's the only way I can think of to present the monkeys. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading all these, please do not get the misconception that I'm sick in the mind or perverse. Just wanted to share these wonderful information with you guys after watching the National Geographic Channel. Well, you can always use these terms in your GP essays when the need arises. =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er, before I sign off, &lt;em&gt;please &lt;/em&gt;do not try this at home. Or at least, not until you are wedded to your chosen partner. I do not condone pre-marital sex and so, please please please refrain from getting the urge to try some stunts after this. Thank you for your cooperation. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115927408996020166?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115927408996020166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115927408996020166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115927408996020166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115927408996020166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-interesting-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115831449986826748</id><published>2006-09-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:01:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a little something from my email. Although it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; lame, it brought a smile to my face when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan? ( anyone )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No, I want to speak to Annie Wan!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm Sam Wan( someone ). And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well.. just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noel Wan (no one )  was involved in an accident. Noel Wan got injured and now Noel Wan is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: You are so rude! Who are you?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'm Saw Lee. ( sorry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nothing to say. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115831449986826748?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115831449986826748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115831449986826748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115831449986826748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115831449986826748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-little-something-from-my-email.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115823975088437250</id><published>2006-09-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:15:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea how, but my class (not really, only Angela) suddenly asked about the origins of french kissing. As I also had no clue about it, I became really curious. After much research, this is my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different ways to kiss – from the flirty butterfly kiss to the steamy French kiss – that we often overlook the true meaning behind them.  How did our ancient ancestors originally learn how to kiss and what did it mean to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Going beyond the direct physical effects kissing can evoke, there is more to kissing than meets the lips,” said Michael Christian, author of The Art of Kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is impossible to pinpoint exactly when our ancestors kissed for the first time, anthropologists have found ancient artifacts from India, dating back to 1500 B.C., that document kissing.  Some anthropologists claim kissing’s origins can be traced back to a primitive era when mothers chewed food and placed it directly into the baby’s mouth.  Other anthropologists say various cultures believed uniting the mouths symbolized a deep fusion between two souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years progressed and cultures became more refined, kissing’s complexity increased. Ancient Romans kissed sacred items and statues to indicate respect. In feudal times, kissing symbolized sealing a deal. For example, when a vassal was bound to the overlord, he knelt before his feudal lord and awaited a kiss to signify his servitude. And in the 6th century, France was first to accept kissing in courtship.  To convey mutual affection, each dance closed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alas, the French Kiss. Most people incorrectly assume the term “French Kiss” originated in France.   Actually, the term entered the English language in 1923 as a slur on the French culture (which was then deemed infatuated with sexual matters).  In the French language, there is no such thing as a “French kiss” – the French prefer to call it a “tongue kiss” or “soul kissing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it! The origins of French Kissing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115823975088437250?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115823975088437250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115823975088437250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115823975088437250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115823975088437250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-no-idea-how-but-my-class-not.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115805196693260378</id><published>2006-09-12T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:06:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished reading a new manga. It's only one book long. But the storyline is great. A really touching story. I recommend reading the manga. Shan't divulge the storyline of the book. It's titled Voices of a Distant Star. Published by CY, as usual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I love you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have loved many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the clouds in the scorching Summer heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and rain that freezes the skin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The scent of cool Autumn breezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the gentle softness of the earth during Spring;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cosiness of a convinience store at the dead of the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The slight chill in the air after school;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The smell of a blackboard duster;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The roar of a faraway truck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;echoing deep in the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wanted us to experience them together, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;-Voices of a Distant Star&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/17526213-115805196693260378?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115805196693260378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115805196693260378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115805196693260378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115805196693260378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-finished-reading-new-manga.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115773123296585696</id><published>2006-09-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:00:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to be coming across many interesting stuff lately. For eg, those 2 in my last posts. Here's another, an extract from my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly Scrabble. (Wait till you see the last one!) DORMITORY. When you rearrange the letters, DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN. When you rearrange the letters, BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER. When you rearrange, MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION. When you rearrange the, A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES. When you rearrange the letters, THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH. When you rearrange the letters, HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE. When you rearrange the letters, HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES. When you rearrange the letters, CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY. When you rearrange the letters, IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS. When you rearrange the letters, LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS. When you rearrange the letters, ALAS! NO MORE Z&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT. When you rearrange the letters, IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO. When you rearrange the letters,TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW. When you rearrange the letters, WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Intruging eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115773123296585696?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115773123296585696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115773123296585696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115773123296585696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115773123296585696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-seem-to-be-coming-across-many.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115736792944914243</id><published>2006-09-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:57:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this interesting comic strip at the MapleSEA forums. Yes, the gal is cute, and the comic strip looks innocent. But then again, never judge a book by its cover. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a379/xiaodear/danng7zt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a379/xiaodear/danng7zt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lol? What can i say. MapleSEA forums. Think about all the young, pure minded children exposed to such comic strips. Wow! But hey, the gal &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, finally got my internet access back. Ahh.. I feel a sense of liberation. Gonna go play some games now. Even though i know i should be studying. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ƒøwêrG¡r&lt;br /&gt;0131  0248 w 0234 r G 685 r  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115736792944914243?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115736792944914243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115736792944914243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115736792944914243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115736792944914243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/09/found-this-interesting-comic-strip-at.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115625462532443151</id><published>2006-08-22T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:08:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey! Haven't blogged in a long time. I chanced upon this really interesting clip. It's about an indian comedian speaking on the word 'Fuck'. I know he's indian coz of his accent. Indian accents are really easy to identify. Lol. Anyway, i've typed it out. Here it is. Haha, enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word 'Fuck'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'fuck' is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It files into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a &lt;strong&gt;verb&lt;/strong&gt;. Both &lt;strong&gt;transitive&lt;/strong&gt; - John &lt;em&gt;fucked&lt;/em&gt; Mary, and &lt;strong&gt;intransitive&lt;/strong&gt; - Mary was&lt;em&gt; fucked&lt;/em&gt; by John. And as as &lt;strong&gt;noun&lt;/strong&gt; - Mary, the fine &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;. It can be used as an &lt;strong&gt;adjective&lt;/strong&gt; - Mary's &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are not many words with the versatility of 'fuck'.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the sexful meaning, there are also the following uses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frudge&lt;/strong&gt; - I got &lt;em&gt;fucked&lt;/em&gt; at the used car lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt; if I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble&lt;/strong&gt; - I guess I'm &lt;em&gt;fucked&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aggression &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Displeasure&lt;/strong&gt; - What the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difficulty&lt;/strong&gt; - I can't understand this &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incompetence&lt;/strong&gt; - He's a &lt;em&gt;fucked&lt;/em&gt; arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspicion&lt;/strong&gt; - What the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/strong&gt; - I had a &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Request&lt;/strong&gt; - Get the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hostility&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm going to knock your&lt;em&gt; fucking&lt;/em&gt; head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting&lt;/strong&gt; - How the &lt;em&gt;fuck &lt;/em&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apathy&lt;/strong&gt; - Who gives a &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innovation&lt;/strong&gt; - Get a bigger &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;! You scared the shit out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; - Today is really&lt;em&gt; fucked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is very &lt;strong&gt;healthy &lt;/strong&gt;too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew 'fuck' was so interesting. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before signing off, on the request of my dear, I love you dear! And on my own accord, *muack*. Our hearts of love will be entwined, forever in eternity. Love you darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115625462532443151?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115625462532443151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115625462532443151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115625462532443151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115625462532443151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-hey-havent-blogged-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115280033425055244</id><published>2006-07-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:18:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The intraschool DotA Tournament is set for next wednesday, 2-6pm. Finally settled everything regarding the tournament. Consent forms are placed in the General Office, all waiting for the participants to collect them. Rapture Gaming sponsored our prizes, 5 Keyboards worth over $100 each. If i weren't hosting the tournament, i'd definitely participate. The prize is seriously attractive. Hope all goes well, with the tournament ending with a taste of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to join choir. I actually miss singing in a group. The experiences i had while in KSS choir are unforgettable. Maybe PJ will make me some exquisite memories of their own. Going for the audition on mon. If what Hui Li and Jirong said stands true, then getting in would be a breeze. Might actually quit the strategic club next yr. I'm looking forward to being part of a choir again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. My mid-yr grades arn't exactly admirable. In a nutshell, GP: B, Math: D, Econs: S, Chem: U, Physics: S, Chi: U. Other than my GP being highest in class, i have nothing more to boast of. Really gotta study harder if i am to promote. I'm gonna quit WoW. It's taking up too much of my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. To end off, I LOVE YOU DEAR! *muack* =D &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115280033425055244?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115280033425055244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115280033425055244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115280033425055244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115280033425055244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/07/intraschool-dota-tournament-is-set-for.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115217864507300096</id><published>2006-07-06T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:37:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Seems that my last post made quite an impact. This only goes to show one thing. Either my writing really sux, or it's really good. I'm leaning towards the latter. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to clear up a few misunderstandings. Everything mentioned in the last, no, third last paragraph wasn't in anyway intended to insult or attack anyone. Read it with an open heart. =) Maybe i used a little too many harsh and strong words. But hey, one really does get passionate over his/her partner. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'On a brighter note, it is kinda intruiging to see a guy trying to win my gf over. No, it's not bad at all. In fact, its funny.' Wasn't targeted at anyone. Just one of my many thoughts. =x It really IS quite interesting to see a guy chase after my gf. It complicates things. And complications make things more fun than they really are. No? Maybe i've been watching too much anime and reading too much manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When it comes to this, I pull the strings.' This has clearly been misunderstood. Kinda hard to explain too. I'm just trying to say, i have a great influence on our relationship. Compared to mine, other competitor's influence are considered small. As taught in Math, when it is small, it can be said to be zero. That's why the sentence 'And whoever the competitor may be, there's nothing you can do about it.'. I didn't mean to say i'm a dictator in this relationship. I'm simply comparing my impact in the relationship to the so called 'challengers'. Besides, it is merely a string. It isn't as if it's a rope or anything. =x Please note, this does NOT, in anyway, mean that me and my gf are being controlled by the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Try as you might to break our bond. But know that our love runs deeper than the deepest ocean and is wider than the sky.' I do not deny the truth. =p Totally agree with this. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm not afriad of her leaving me because of another guy. I have faith in her. I believe that will never happen. On the contrary, it is me who is more likely to leave her for another girl.' Ah, another misunderstood sentence. Those who know me well will know that i'm more of the philanderous side before i met her. I'm no casanova, but she &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;my&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;eighth, and my last. In any case, i'm trying to bring across the message, that if i, one who is less faithful than her, will not leave her for any other girl, what more can we say about her, who is the more faithful one? In short, she's faithful to me, i'm faithful to her, we're stuck like glue, and will be so till the end of days. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that clears up any misgivings anyone has. Ever since primary 5, i've been treating gals with respect. JY included, even though i don't really show it. We're always at loggerheads, and quarreling is a norm between us. Although, she's much, much nicer now. She's not as violent anymore. =) I don't know where i'm headed here. Lolz. Just added this as an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i'll hate doing this. Makes me seem like a loanshark. =x To all those who needs to pay me $$, pls do so by this week. This is the deadline the higher ups have given me. I'm just a runner. Haha. Its $20 for the temporary syndicate headquarters, necessities included (Chalet plus food),  and $6 for those attending our boss' grand performance (Her concert). In short, those who has to pay $20, and those who has to pay $26, please do so by this week. Thx. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Now that everything is done (i think), i shall make my way to KSS! Lol. Cyall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115217864507300096?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115217864507300096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115217864507300096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115217864507300096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115217864507300096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115202565194772281</id><published>2006-07-04T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:08:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smoking. It can do some serious damage to the body. Despite the constant reminders, people are still smoking. I went to 514 to try out the new court with JW today. DIsappointed to see that after a mere week of play, the nets are already gone. And it was our first time stepping onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met this group of youth. Around sec 2, 3. Played ball with them. There were two girls who were rather cute too. But those 2 didn't play. They just sat on the benches watching. They were wearing the school uniforms of AES and Fajar. Don't know about the rest. Anyway, there was this group of youngters smoking at the other end of the court. Both me and JW recognized one of them as a Kranjian. Still in Kranji. And he was smoking. Opposite our sec sch, he was smoking. The people he hung around with, at a glance, it can be told that they're bad influence. Smokers, tattoos all over, dyed hair, coarse language. They seemed to be those sort of hopeless cases. So their underaged smoking didn't really affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, one of the gals we were playing bball with (not the 2 who were sitting) brought 3 or 4 sticks of cigarettes. And she was like so excited. Then they exclaimed, in mandrin, 'Why so little? We share ar?'. And to my surprise, those kids (i use the term 'kids' as their actions are so imature and they're only like, 14, 15?) actually lit the cigarettes and started to smoke. The 2 cute gals didn't join them in smoking, but did not stop their friends either. It's heart wrenching to see young students like them throw their lives away. They're at least 3 years underage. While they were smoking, they were laughing and talking loudly. Not at all did they seem to know that they were doing something wrong. No, wrong is too mild a word. Disastrous. Tried talking to them, but my words fell on deaf ears. Sigh. I just hope the 2 gals don't get influenced by their friends and start smoking too. Even though it seems inevitable. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, it is kinda intruiging to see a guy trying to win my gf over. No, it's not bad at all. In fact, its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept all competition. By all means, go ahead. Try. But be warned, whoever tries to snatch her away, will have their hearts shattered into a gazillion pieces. When it comes to this, I pull the strings. And whoever the competitor may be, there's nothing you can do about it. Try as you might to break our bond. But know that our love runs deeper than the deepest ocean and is wider than the sky. =p I'm not afriad of her leaving me because of another guy. I have faith in her. I believe that will never happen. On the contrary, it is me who is more likely to leave her for another girl. More likely! Not saying that i will. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep. My parents are bugging me. I really, really, hate that. And they always use threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just to let you guys know, i'm moving at the end of August. Yes, it is rather fast. But hey, over this i have no control. Keep in touch ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115202565194772281?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115202565194772281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115202565194772281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115202565194772281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115202565194772281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/07/smoking.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115177404248844783</id><published>2006-07-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:14:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching England VS Portugal now. 0 0 at full time. Now having a break before entering extra time. =x Hope England wins by penalties. The odds are like 1:11. Leet eh? Sadly, Beckham is out. It's saddening to see a  star player like him get substituted. Ah well. All good things have to come to an end. Rooney got a red card for pushing Ronaldo. Lol. Orbi. I never really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to playing maple. Stuck at level 10. She's an archer named Rylaine. I seem to be getting better at naming my characters. Just for kicks, here are my more commonly used character names, in order of creation. For MMORPGs of course. Starting from Pristontale:&lt;br /&gt;Reisha, F (Pristontale, Maplestory, WoW)&lt;br /&gt;Shryon, M (WoW)&lt;br /&gt;Rylaine, F (WoW, Maplestory)&lt;br /&gt;Reia, F (WoW)&lt;br /&gt;Azurephoenix, M (Maplestory)&lt;br /&gt;Flarizard, M (Pristontale)&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Reisha is my most commonly used name. It's my first afterall. =) Starting to really like Rylaine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-years are over. A-level chinese oral coming up on wed. Haiz. Dread it. Following that, 2 days of pw oral presentation workshop. And on top of everything, unfinished holiday homework. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note. Had a great time with my beloved the past two days. Walked around CHIJMES, watched Cars. Lol. Surprisingly, other than a baby and a young girl in the theatre, the rest of the audience were around our age! Didn't expect that at all. It is a Disney Pixar movie afterall. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonne return to the TV. /bye &lt;-- WoW emote. Lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115177404248844783?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115177404248844783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115177404248844783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115177404248844783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115177404248844783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-watching-england-vs-portugal-now.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-115021246997307490</id><published>2006-06-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:31:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for a quick update. There won't be any continuation of the story in this post. Haven't really blogged much . Mainly because - (1) I have run out of inspiration. Dunno what else to write. There are alot of things, sure. Its just that i dunno how to put it out =x. (2) Time is not of the essence. Have been really busy. People coming over, me going out, et cetra et cetra. These are the 2 main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new ring. It's nicer than the first one, and costs less. We chose the pair of rings together. She bought hers a size too big though. It can actually fit her middle finger. =x For those who don't know, we bought new rings because i lost mine. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this story. Seems to be bringing me quite some new readers. Although i honestly DO NOT know how they got my blog address. But welcome all the same. Hope u guys will enjoy my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i have quite some suggestions to publish a book on this. Thanks for all your support, even though u guys are just kidding. I do not intend to write any book any time now. Too busy. Might consider doing so when i grow older, when we get married. Then there'll be more to write about. And no, gideon, i do not want to beat Lemony Snickets record of a 10+ book series. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all i have to update. Not really sure when i'll post a new part. But that'll only happen when i get a bight lightbulb above my head. Ah well. Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-115021246997307490?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/115021246997307490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=115021246997307490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115021246997307490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/115021246997307490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-for-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114959702883087063</id><published>2006-06-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:30:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the 'Leadership' camp today. Its totally not leadership. But its still effective. It helped me realise how much i love my dear. And how important she is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the year, we had few chances to meet. Except during whatever holidays there were. We tried as much as possible to meet up. After school, during weekends, etc. On average, we met about once a week. Well, its better than nothing. =x As it was my turn to take the O's, she sorta coached me in whatever subject i needed help in. I really had a tough time paying attention to what she was trying to teach me. She is, afterall, very attractive. Haha. At least to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned to SAJC after the first 3 months, she was very unsettled, and troubled. She regretted her decision. I suppose she missed all the friends she made in PJC. But then again, she was placed in a different class as the one she was first posted to, before she transfered to PJC. Meaning, totally new faces, new teachers, and the need to re-adapt. Furthermore, at PJC, she could easily top the cohort. But at SAJC, she was just an average student. Sometimes, i seriously find that i gave her wrong advice. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114959702883087063?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114959702883087063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114959702883087063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114959702883087063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114959702883087063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-leadership-camp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114942701922217368</id><published>2006-06-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:17:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGWTF! I'm playing as a SF! Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead tired. But i'm still gonne squeeze whatever brain juice i have out to write something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed countless times about which JC she should choose to go. SA or PJ. She prefered PJ, but i wan inclined towards SA, as my parents, no, my father was determined that PJ was a lousy school, and did not allow me to go there. He'd rather i go to a poly. After the first 3 months, she reluctantly went to SA. Because of that, i HAD to get into SA. I couldn't just leave her alone. But alas, that wasn't to happen. Look where we are now. PJ and SA. =.=  Ah well.. Its a blessing in disguise. As the saying goes, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Thats true to a certain extent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired. Mind block. Dunno wat to write. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114942701922217368?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114942701922217368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114942701922217368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114942701922217368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114942701922217368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/06/omgwtf-im-playing-as-sf-lolz.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114926613890898064</id><published>2006-06-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:02:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to clarify somethings, she acceepted me through MSN. She only got her hp during december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my ring! Argh.. Semper Amemus dear. Hope this doesn't go missing along with the ring. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most couples, wy[el] and i had been through quite alot before actually going steady. As a result, we have a firm foundation in this relationship. We really know each other well, we can communicate well, we understand each other, and we have quite a number of mutual friends. From being mere acquintances to a couple truly in love. We've really come a long way. Giving and taking, sharing life experiences with each other, to have someone to fall back on for support. All these one can only experience while in love. We are still together today, our relationship stronger than ever, despite what people predicted when we first got together. Sure, many people said our relationship wouldn't last. One month, they gave us. At most a year. But hey! It's been a year and a half. And we're still going strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, over the EOY holidays, we got to know each other EVEN better. Amazingly. Through the experiences we had, we grew closer than ever. By January, we were inseperable. Not literally of course. And so, Sec 4 began. J1 for her. She was posted to SAJC for the first 3 months. But transferred out to PJC after one week. =.= This time, it would be my turn to take the O's. I had no intention of making her wait one year. That'd be torture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's block. Can't seem to write anymore. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114926613890898064?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114926613890898064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114926613890898064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114926613890898064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114926613890898064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-clarify-somethings-she.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114917156456948460</id><published>2006-06-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:19:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 18. The last day of her exams. Nov 19, the day she agrred to go out with me. Before that, i was on a holiday. So that really helped me take wy[el] of my mind. She wanted to celebrate with her friends on the 18th. So i didn't wan to bother her. Just for the record, 18th Nov is also my birthday. Haha. Eventually, can't really remember why, but she ended up spending the afternoon with me on the 18th. Just for a short while. We had lunch together. Walked around, and simply enjoyed each other's company. On the 19th, we went out together, again. I really enjoy just spending my time with her. Without talking, withoutdoing anything. Just basking in her presence. Can't actually remember what we did. But i think we went to castch a movie or something. Or went out together with the 'gang'. Hmm.. Either way, the time was spent productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was after her O's, she came over to my place quite often. Teaching me and helping me to catch up with schoolwork. Note, it IS after the O's. I didn't really press her for an answer. I wanted to let her tell me when she's ready. So as usual, i dropped subtle hints. I got the answer i was waiting for on the 26th. Through MSN or SMS. Its more likely to be SMS. By then, she had been given a hp by her mother. Ah well. Who cares. She accepted! Naturally, i was overjoyed. The one year of waiting finally paid off. But that wasn't the end. It was just the start of a wonderful relationship. One full of ups and downs. One full of quarrels and make-ups. Yet, beautiful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story doesn't end here. Its just the beginning. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 7&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114917156456948460?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114917156456948460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114917156456948460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114917156456948460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114917156456948460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-7-nov-18.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114906614754851988</id><published>2006-05-31T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:02:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was once, she wrote a letter of some sort to her friend. This was during sec 3 i think. I caught a glimpse of the word 'Like' in chinese. Btw, the WHOLE letter was in chinese. FTW. Naturally, i got curious. She never did tell me what was wriiten in the letter. She tore it into bits and threw it away. =x She said that she would definitely remember the contents of the letter. And will tell me when her O's are over. But wth, by the time her O's was really over. She'd forgotten everything, as i expected. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna backtrack a little. Just remembered another thing. Before she decided to rid herself of her com, someone actually fell for her too. He approached me for advice on how to chase wy[el]. Oh, i remember now, this happened when i was still chasing after wy[af]. And so, i became the middle-man, passing messages from him to her. I suppose thats another area in which i got closer to wy[el]. The guy didn't succeed anyway. Wy[el] was already smitten with me by then. Not that she admitted it or anything. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where i left off. After the chapter about her email, we didn't really get to talk to each other much. As mentioned before, her com was out, calling her was also not an option. The only time i got to talk to her, was during recess, where we now shared the same recess period. We'd hang out around the Monkey Bar area, with XP and the rest. This pretty much remained the same till her prelims started. From the prelims onwards, i didn't get to talk to her. At all. Only on some rare occasions, where we'd bump into each other at the foyer or something like that. Other than that, no contact. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another guy that also liked wy[el]. He's the same idiot that wy[el] trusted her email with. Sure, he denied it at first, but after some time, when he got over wy[el] and all, he admitted that he did like her. I dun really like him. Never did, and never will. He took wy[el] as his 'jie'. Meaning elder sister. Even after wy[el] left Kranji, he still approached her for help. To the extent of going to her house for tuition. Of course, i'm not really comfortable with that. But hey, i have faith in my darling. I'm just really irritated at the fact that i've only been to her house twice. No, ONCE. Yet this insolent brat visited her for tuition God knows how many times. As said earlier, never liked him. Never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, i'm digressing again. Not really in a mood for writing today. Just gonna finish one last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was i? Oh, yah. Prelims was one of the hardest time to get by. I only managed to see her burying her head in books outside the hall. There were even days when i didn't see her at all. I missed her dearly. Her chats, her scent.. She does have a unique scent you know? No one else othre than me and XP seems to notice that. =x Oh, how i love that scent. But that's besides the point. Well, days passed, and the holidays came. We agreed to celebrate once her O's were over. With the rest of the 'gang' of course. I definitely looked forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping here. Hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 6&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114906614754851988?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114906614754851988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114906614754851988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114906614754851988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114906614754851988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-6-i-remember-there-was-once-she.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114899239206557885</id><published>2006-05-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:33:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a good mood today. But that won't stop me from posting. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with her com, my main medium of contacting her, MSN, was gone. And so, we decided to keep in touch via the traditional method - snail mail. Except, we handed the letters to each other personally or through friends. So it wasn't that slow after all. We traded many letters. Actually, they were emails. But as she hadn't the opportunity to use her com, i printed those letter out instead. Hence the snail mail. It was effective anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all those emails i sent? Well, she gave her email password to someone i'd make known as ie[di]. This particular person, who was supposed to just help wy[el] check her email, got nosy and browsed her folder titled ***. Inside the folder contained all the emails i sent her. And so, ie[di] shared these juicy content with his pal using the school com. And when his pal teased stupidly teased me with the content of the email, i got really pissed. I was wondering how the hell he managed to read those email anyway. After probing, i found out the whole dam story. Got angry with wy[el] for some time. She eventually changed her email. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, feeling better. Gonna play some games with my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 5&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114899239206557885?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114899239206557885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114899239206557885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114899239206557885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114899239206557885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-5-not-really-in-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114888700692259937</id><published>2006-05-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:16:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nv did give up. Day after day on MSN, i prompted her for an answer. But to no avail. During May, the choir had some sort of recording for a music CD which eventually came out, but without the choir. =x The recording was done at SP. Anyway, on the trip back to KSS, i sat beside her and asked. What if i wasn't joking on that question? Her face was completely straight. She didn't even bother to reply. And so, i persistantly pushed for an answer. Alas, she gave me an expected answer - Can we talk about this after my O's? Oh well, defeated, i succumbed to my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of waiting one year for here was really scary. It would mean a one year loss in chasing other girls and the likes. And should she eventually reject me, my one year would then be really wasted. My stand wavered every now and then. Many a times, i was on the brink of giving up. But seeing her face in school, chatting with her on MSN.. These really motivated me to persevere. Just for the record, i didn't like calling her, as her mother would usually be the one picking up the phone. =x But now that she's got a hp, its a whole new story. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i waited. During July however, wy[el] decided to get rid of her com. As in, she would not turn the com on at all until after her O's. Already, i did not dare call her. And now without MSN.. Haiz. Its like losing contact altogether. She had no need to attend choir practices by then. And so, the only chances i got to actually see her, were the glimpses of her during morning assembly, and when she walked back to her class. But that was enough to keep me fueled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wrote more than 2 paragraphs today. On the request of my dear. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 4&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114888700692259937?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114888700692259937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114888700692259937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114888700692259937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114888700692259937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-4-i-nv-did-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114882984640297967</id><published>2006-05-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:24:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, my dear and i really know each other well. We were playing a game which we haven't played in a long time. It goes something like, i have a question for her, yes or no, but i dun say it out. All i ask her is yes or no. And she'll reply, without knowing the question. Amazingly, we both got them ALL correct! And so, we tried open ended questions. She asked, what food am i thinking of now? and i immediately said CHOCOLATE! Haha. Got it right. When asked to guess the number i was tihnking of, between 1 to 30, she said 27 without hesitation. Haiz, i guess we're really at the extent where we know each other's thought. Haha.. Just wanted to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of me and my dear ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114882984640297967?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114882984640297967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114882984640297967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114882984640297967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114882984640297967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-my-dear-and-i-really-know-each.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114880233436780525</id><published>2006-05-28T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:45:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many parts there are. I'll just keep posting until the whole story is over. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i decided to woo wy[af]. Yes, its bad, i know. Going after a girl just to forget another. It's equivalent to playing with her feelings. Haiz. I wasn't really thinking much at that time. Anyway, what's done is done. As mentioned earlier, i updated wy[el] of every new progress. According to her, she had also already liked me at this point of time. So i guess i was hurting her too. =( With my charm, i managed to get the girl. But after 3 days, we broke up. I suppose whats not meant to be, will never be. I couldn't forget wy[el]. Even after the relationship with wy[af], wy[el] still took up a large part of my mind. I remember wy[el] telling  me how relieved she was when i broke with wy[af]. Hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, sec 3 begins. Actually, its already about feb. From here on, i already decided to go for it. To chase after the girl i really liked. So, while chatting with her through MSN, i dropped subtle hints, which slowly became more obvious over time. Before i knew it, during March, i asked her the 'OMG' question. Actually, it just slipped off my fingers. She didn't give me an answer. Well, she did, but not something i expected. I was ready for rejection. So whether it was a yes, or a no, i'd accept it. But as we were good friends by that time, she thought i was joking. Or rather, just another way to avoid the question. Many times, she asked me to wait till her O's were over. I suppose she wanted to concentrate on her studies. Yet, we still talk about it. I remember, during April, she actually said that she didn't like me. Of course, i was devastated. I emailed her. Telling her my feelings and everything. I can't really remember her reply. But i think she cried, and said sorry. And AGAIN, told me to wait till after her O's. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop right here! Muahahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 3&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114880233436780525?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114880233436780525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114880233436780525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114880233436780525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114880233436780525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-3-i-dont-know-how-many-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114869719491429262</id><published>2006-05-27T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:34:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember how i got her email. I think it's through XP also. =x Anyway, we chatted quite alot in MSN. I guess we both really enjoyed talking to each other. I was open, to her, and vice versa. As a result, we sort of became each other's confidant. This is where we really got to know each other well. Secrets were divulged. Favourites, hates, etc etc. I'm not gonna list them out. The information is mine and mine alone. Haha! I suppose this was also where i got attracted to her. I enjoy talking to her. Even now. Although, we dun really have much interesting stuff to share with each other now. Wahahax. I suppose its safe to say, that we both know each other well enough. At times, we can predict what we're going to say or do. Its kinda comical. Haha. Well, at least we have communication. And that is crucial in a relationship. =) And so, i chatted with her almost every night. Subconsiously building up trust, faith and friendship bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 wasn't really interesting. Until the end of the year. Over the year, i realised that i had grown fond of her. Gradually, our friendship became closer. My fondness grew deeper. At that time, i doubted that we would be able to have a relationship. She is, afterall, a year older. Try as i might, i couldn't keep her out of my life. In a desperate bid to save myself from getting hurt via rejection, i tried making myself fall for another girl. I'll just make her known as wy[af]. I constantly updated wy[el] about my plans to woo wy[af]. I know, its really ironic. But hey! Thats how my warped mind works. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stop here. Be patient and wait for the nxt installment. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 2&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114869719491429262?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114869719491429262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114869719491429262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114869719491429262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114869719491429262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-2-i-dont-really-remember-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114701702061714589</id><published>2006-05-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:48:15.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here it is. The post you've all been waiting for. It has been one and a half years of enjoyable and memorable time together with her. Here it is. The special post dedicated to a special person - my beloved DEAR! She wun like me putting her name up. So, i'll just use wy[el]. Haha. Those of you who noe how to read it, good for you. The rest, too bad. Find out yourself. =) This is just part one of the actual story, telling about how i met her till today. I'll be posting one part every few days. In order to read the whole story, you guys have to keep checking back, and wait for the next installment. Hahaz. Patience is a virtue. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her when i was in Sec 2. Around April? It was then when i realised that she was in choir too! Haha. Talk about being not observant enogh. =x I supposed its coz of my relationship in sec one, with another gal. That was one bad relationship, with no basis or foundation. Total infatuation. Oh well.. its a thing of the past. Anyway, wy[el] was, and still is, Xian Ping's (XP) friend. That was how i got to really noe her. Through XP, i realised that wy[el] existed. So in a way, i have to thank XP for this wonderful relationship. After that sec one relationship, i started socializing more with the people around me. XP was one of my only few friends at that time. So i hung out around her. As wy[el] was her friend too, we inevitably ended up talking to each other, sub-consiously bonding with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 1&lt;br /&gt;Darrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114701702061714589?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114701702061714589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114701702061714589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114701702061714589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114701702061714589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114701598897484548</id><published>2006-05-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:33:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost one month since i last posted. Lol. ALMOST. Been really busy with stuff. Schoolwork, CCA, bball, WoW, etc. As a result, i think i neglected my dear quite a bit. *sigh* Not that i wan to.. Ok, i'll dedicate a blog specially for her. Since its a special post for a special person, it should be on a special day. I'm not gonna reveal the day. =) Have fun guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork now seems too much to handle. Workload is really heavy. I just can't adapt fast enough. From a total slacker to a mugger. Thats 2 extremes. Kinda hard ya noe? I think i wasted $18 for the NYAA Gold Award. Doubt i'll get it now. Seems like my testimonial won't be that brilliant afterall. Just gonna work hard and try to get my straight As. (In case you're wondering, this does NOT include MTL)  Although the workload is unbearable, school IS fun. Fun comes with a price though.. Haven't been slping much these weeks. Gonna mutate into a panda soon. =x The thought of becoming a pandaren brewmaster isn't that frightening actually. In fact, i find it rather interesting. Want some ALE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting clearer and clearer to me. I'm cooking up life philosophies every now and then. Maybe i should have taken literature. Hmm. My faith, my life, my achievements.. Haiz.. My life is boring. Up till now, i haven't made any significance to the world. When i die, i dun wan to be just another guy, a nobody. I want to be someone influential. Someone whom people will respect and revere. People will go 'orh! That guy..' at the sound of my name. Ah well, gonna start creating history. One day, my name will be down in the history textbooks. =) I love my dreams. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, PJC Strategic Club intends to send 2 teams to compete in WCG. Preliminary rounds are on the 27th of this month. All the best to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nthing else to say. Gonna get back to doing my unfinished homework. =x *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114701598897484548?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114701598897484548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114701598897484548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114701598897484548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114701598897484548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/05/almost-one-month-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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-17526213.post-114545836485234255</id><published>2006-04-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:52:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaz. I'm such a good friend. Helped dog in his first trials of baking. He wants to bake cookies for this girl that he likes. But up till now, they're still total strangers. Haha. He hopes to get to noe the gal on her birthday, when he gives her the cookies. Which is on tues. Hahax. Went to buy the ingredients after sch today. Then dog came over to bake. We made 2 batches. The first was a failure, coz it became bread instead of cookies. The second however, made it! The taste was really mild though. Oh well, have 2 more trial sessions before the actual baking. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out what dog's nick, as[am]™ means. LOL. All of us read it as ae-sam. Hahaz. Well, i made one of my own. If you can figure this out, you can figure dog's. Mine is something like this: wy[el]™ Wahahax! ^.^ Have fun figuring it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17526213-114545836485234255?l=xiaodear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/feeds/114545836485234255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17526213&amp;postID=114545836485234255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114545836485234255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17526213/posts/default/114545836485234255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaodear.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>x|a0` Ðeár™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17518055236250619194</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>
