<?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-6550853</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:29:40.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xrayed</title><subtitle type='html'>~I'm a nobody, nobody is perfect, therefore I'm perfect~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</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>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-114182387004679632</id><published>2006-03-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:17:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>station life is qt busy. QUITE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-114182387004679632?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/114182387004679632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/114182387004679632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182387004679632' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-114028327374598100</id><published>2006-02-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:21:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POP wo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station 21 station 21&lt;br /&gt;paya lebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-114028327374598100?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/114028327374598100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/114028327374598100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028327374598100' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113903607646196493</id><published>2006-02-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:54:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 daes to pop WOOT 12 daes. :) did firestorm DO last wednesdae.qt happy tat i din screw up yup yup. POP POP POP :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113903607646196493?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113903607646196493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113903607646196493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113903607646196493' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113846825246952859</id><published>2006-01-29T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:10:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21 daes to pop. woot. 21? yes its t-w-e-n-t-y o-n-e days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was a crazy week all e exercises almost killed me. wel wel. let me tell u wad happen in my final ex. MURPHY'S LAW. wadeva tat can go wrong really went wrong. changing my whole crew of pple to another crew really screwed tings up cos its lyk its alr planned n everyone noe their task having a last min change resulted in e ppl nt sure of wad they r doing n going not that they r nt good or wad juz tat we were nt prepared for tat.. whoo.. n i was juz blan out n dunno wad to do. sorri for e vulgarities.. haha. it wasnt targetted at anyone.. cant believe how much i screw up during e ex. i was juz lost lost lost. wel wel. at least everything is over. hopefully i end up in a station.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(107, 107, 107);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e bright side 6 more exs!!!&lt;br /&gt;anywaes happy new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113846825246952859?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113846825246952859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113846825246952859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113846825246952859' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113368571208333444</id><published>2005-12-04T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:41:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/1600/scmc05_logo.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/200/scmc05_logo.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;42.195km&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113368571208333444?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113368571208333444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113368571208333444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113368571208333444' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113302622320547794</id><published>2005-11-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:30:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if the going is tough n e pressure is on&lt;br /&gt;if reserves of strength haf been drained n e summit still nt in sight&lt;br /&gt;then the quality to seek in a person is neither great strength nor quickness of hand&lt;br /&gt;but rather a resolute mind firmly set on its purpose tat refuses to let tis body slacken or rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113302622320547794?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113302622320547794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113302622320547794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302622320547794' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113181660007967999</id><published>2005-11-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:38:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TENSION. TENSION. TENSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leadership is a reciprocal relationship bet those who choose to lead n those who decide to follow. its a terrible thing to look over yr shoulder when u r trying to lead n u find noone there. ROUGH WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bdae auggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/1600/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/200/hell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113181660007967999?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113181660007967999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113181660007967999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113181660007967999' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113098996108221790</id><published>2005-11-03T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:38:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a balance in e handling of a canoe. the feeling of its being part of e bodily swing. no matter how big e waves, how e currents swirl, u r riding them as u would ride a horse, at one w its every motion. when the point is reached where e rhythm of each stroke is as poised as the movement of canoe itself, weariness is forgotten and there is time to watch e sky n e shores w/o thought of dist effort or capping. at tis time canoe glides along obediently to e slightest wish n rowing becomes unconscious n auto lyk breathing. should u b lucky to row across calm surface w mirrored clouds u may have e sensation of suspendin bet heaven n earth of paddling out of the skies themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/1600/1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/200/1st.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113098996108221790?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113098996108221790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113098996108221790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113098996108221790' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-113063544025363946</id><published>2005-10-30T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:26:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort n convenience but where he stands in time of challenge n controversy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/1600/HPIM0023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/200/HPIM0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7458/358/1600/HPIM0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-113063544025363946?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113063544025363946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/113063544025363946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113063544025363946' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-112996669104150521</id><published>2005-10-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:45:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>winning is realizing u alr haf won by being in e running. u may not be ahead of many other runners, but u alr have beaten e much bigger pack of ppl who choose to move on wheels instead of feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing is nt starting, but being content to tell abt what might be or what might have been IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning is finishin e dist u set yrself, however humble might be. speed is a gift yr parents either gave u or couldnt give u. u had little to say abt it, so e time u take to run yr dist doesnt sae much abt yr spirit. but endurance n persistence r qualities tat are largely trained n learned. finishin is a victory of strong spirit over weak flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing is dropping out for no good reason than a weak will. quitting in e face of actual or potential injury is wisdom, but giving up to moderate inconvenience or mild discomfort is defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning is e measure of yrself against yrself. it is learning to take pride in yr improvements, no matter how small. later it is taking pleasure in more subtle measures of victory, which haf little to do w time n place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing is matchin yrself against everyone else who runs. tis is self defeating, bcos few pple ever win tis way n those who do dont keep it up for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was a good n interesting experience. e first ever experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-112996669104150521?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112996669104150521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112996669104150521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112996669104150521' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-112996617705749069</id><published>2005-10-22T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:38:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>courage is too often mistakenly seen as e absense of fear. if u descend by rope frm a cliff and are nt fearful to some degree, u r either crazy or unaware. courage is seeing yr fear, in a realistic perspective, defining it, considering alteratives, n choosing to function in spite of risks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-112996617705749069?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112996617705749069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112996617705749069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112996617705749069' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-112879185419534697</id><published>2005-10-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:17:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm shall start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;shall make it a short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a leader is best when ppl barely noe he exist&lt;br /&gt;not so good when ppl obey n acclaim him&lt;br /&gt;worse when ppl despise him&lt;br /&gt;fail to honour ppl,&lt;br /&gt;they fail to honour u.&lt;br /&gt;but of a gd leader who talks little&lt;br /&gt;when his work is done, his aim fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;the ppl will say, "we did this ourselves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya happy bdae delphine goh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-112879185419534697?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112879185419534697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112879185419534697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112879185419534697' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-112026906722238106</id><published>2005-07-02T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:53:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 apr to 8 june - POP&lt;br /&gt;20 june - briefing&lt;br /&gt;21 june to 21 feb - OCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least expected myself to get posted to civil def, i end up in. trgs r xiong xiong xiong but super fun. trg is so much lyk tat of canoeing. lots of running pushups jumping jack n UAD. when we are asked how many more. we r supposed to go. "many many more" sounds dumb oh wel. hmm we r given stacks n stacks of notes as if we were studying for a levels or something there so much to read haha e good thing is tat i can book out on fridaes supposedly. n suppoedly its v v easy to get confined for every small small reason n since we r lyk officers to be.. we r suppoed to disciplined blah blah blah at all times since its a academy tat has pple from lowest to highest ranks yaya. having change parades standby beds. FUN FUN FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-112026906722238106?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112026906722238106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/112026906722238106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112026906722238106' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110492797903112060</id><published>2005-01-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:26:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so so buzy wif work haven even touched da keyboard in a long long time. hope everyone doing wel. school has started crashed orientation todae. haha kinda fun. :) work tml agains. anywae working is qt boring haha i rather study. or be in a school where theres everyone there to talk to n haf fun wif anywae. i need to go catch up on lots of sleep haven been slpin alot recently. stayed over at ashley's place last nite. :) din go sentosa to stay over todae. i am too too tired. anywae. weiyuan n lionel will be going in soon REAL soon. tis fridae. lala. da start of their non civilian lifes. oh wel. they will kick ass :) jasm workin @ paragon united colors. i workin @ lido polo ralph lauren. zhenghao shiwei workin @ taka polo ralph lauren yaya. da others r still not workin yet. tats abt all tat i wanted to sae i guess. qt alot of stuff haf been happening recently juz hope tat everything will turn out fine. i tink i blogged qt strangely todae. oh wel. oh wel. peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110492797903112060?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110492797903112060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110492797903112060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110492797903112060' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110389970951324495</id><published>2004-12-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T22:48:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 1 of polo ralph lauren. tired~ peace. time to slp nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110389970951324495?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110389970951324495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110389970951324495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110389970951324495' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110380008767526703</id><published>2004-12-23T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:08:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia trip was good. really fun. :) haha enjoyed myself. thankew everybardie. haha. hopefully tat wun be da last time we see each other ya. :) stayed over at shiwei place last nite. i tink jasm n zhenghao had a good time. haha. they will noe wad i mean. 1 bottle chivas 1 bottle absolut. hmm finished by lyk abt 3 pple. oh wel. christmas is coming. merry christmas everyone. :) haha. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110380008767526703?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110380008767526703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110380008767526703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380008767526703' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110238620890033675</id><published>2004-12-07T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T10:23:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay tonite is prom bah bah. haha after tat i will be mia fer qt a long time till maybe juz b4 da camp. or slightly earlier. yup. haha enjoy ppl. dun miss me too much. haha i am feeling veri lazy to type long post so i shall keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110238620890033675?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110238620890033675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110238620890033675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110238620890033675' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110223932840319243</id><published>2004-12-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:35:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel accomplished haha. i finished 42.195k hahaah but i took kinda long but anw. haha i feel tired. gonna slp nite to e world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110223932840319243?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110223932840319243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110223932840319243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110223932840319243' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110182609863961276</id><published>2004-11-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:48:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopped at zara n stuff. no big updates. bah stayover at sul place tml :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110182609863961276?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110182609863961276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110182609863961276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182609863961276' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110160357263931189</id><published>2004-11-28T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T08:59:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reached home after 12 almost everydae after 25. haha oh wel. had bbq yest good food ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110160357263931189?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110160357263931189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110160357263931189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110160357263931189' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110142786670303645</id><published>2004-11-26T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T08:11:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY its over. watched incredibles. @9.30pm @lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110142786670303645?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110142786670303645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110142786670303645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110142786670303645' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110130708863795017</id><published>2004-11-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:38:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last ppr physics ppr 5. oh wel. physics din move smoothly. as it shld i screwed up screwed up terribly. serious. hope fer da best. it juz din turn out wel. i watched SAW todae. its NC16 n its disgusting.. ok. let me tell u a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis ger called jasm (not her real name) was sittin beside me. she veri scared. yaya. den she kept covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm not farnie. oh wel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110130708863795017?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110130708863795017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110130708863795017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130708863795017' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110121392105423721</id><published>2004-11-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:51:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"theres no such thing as bad weather just weak minds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;something tat i saw on singaporemarathon website so cool oh wel. lets go last ppr! yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110121392105423721?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110121392105423721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110121392105423721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110121392105423721' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110078562596565051</id><published>2004-11-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:47:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging fer a while. last 3 pprs left. da biggest screw up in my life. physics ppr 2. i tink i gonna seriously get F fer physics. i rather juz die. damn. hais. i dunno why but i was juz stunned. not as if i din noe tat it was coming. i had been stardieing lyk a mad dog fer chem. cos it was my weakest subject since sec school. i spent almost all my time on it n screwed up physics. ... ah. oh wel. damn damn damn. maths was alrite chem is alrite. pls come to my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110078562596565051?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110078562596565051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110078562596565051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078562596565051' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110022073305358927</id><published>2004-11-12T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:52:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE AUGGY&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog abt. haha went yo fish n co fer dinner n after tat walked ard. n ya. after tat. went home. took da last train haha. er reached boonlay at 12.05am oh wel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110022073305358927?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110022073305358927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110022073305358927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110022073305358927' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-110001024764998387</id><published>2004-11-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:24:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far so good :P 2 ppr down 8 to go :) yay. chem was alrite. MATHS WAS GOOOOOOD :) haha oh wel. play hard all those holis pple haha enjoy yrself n wadeva. :) haha anywae all da best fer remaining pprs 15 more daes! :) :) :) b4 5 mhs of holis :P :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-110001024764998387?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110001024764998387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/110001024764998387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001024764998387' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109965128068954652</id><published>2004-11-05T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:41:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cheated n i got tis haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#CCCCCC" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#840909" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#AE0B0B" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#DD0E0E" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FF0000" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and impulsiveness. You Enjoy being in power both in your career and in your sex life. You are extroverted and very passionate about what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109965128068954652?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109965128068954652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109965128068954652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965128068954652' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109965116744585880</id><published>2004-11-05T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:39:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#CCCCCC" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#8F5107" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#BD6C0B" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#DA7C0C" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER" width="30"&gt;&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FF9900" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="CENTER" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORANGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and optimistic. You strive to succeed in life while lightening the mood of those around you. You do well at any job you put your mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109965116744585880?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109965116744585880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109965116744585880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965116744585880' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109949199774302765</id><published>2004-11-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:26:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th nov its here! haha lets go pple :) all da wae yea. all da best. slp wel slp aloT! :) hahah nites! -peace out- 3 weeks! n everythings over! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del: i will tell u another time. oh ya. wad a nice exchange rate.. 13.40 to 20. i wan to change also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109949199774302765?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109949199774302765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109949199774302765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109949199774302765' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109923425076636270</id><published>2004-10-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:50:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th NOV. its so close.. cant wait fer it to start.. anywae i haven really done much stardieing yet. i wasted da whole of todae on games.. :S bad bad bad.. no breakfast no lunch n abit of dinner. n da whole dae was juz GAMES. oh man. :S tis is really really bad. oh wel. i shld reallly seriously stardie. hmmm anywae. physics prac was good. chem was alrite. hope fer da best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109923425076636270?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109923425076636270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109923425076636270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923425076636270' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109897577493498649</id><published>2004-10-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:02:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chem was shit. double titration. DOH.. hais. din managed to do da last part. on design loss 5 marks there. sighs. wel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone send me tis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u don even try yr best, how to u expect God to help u?&lt;br /&gt;we haf His name on our shoulders n its our duty to honour Him&lt;br /&gt;by putting in yr best effort be sure tat He will bless u n guide u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109897577493498649?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109897577493498649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109897577493498649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109897577493498649' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109897518168834215</id><published>2004-10-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:53:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE MARGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109897518168834215?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109897518168834215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109897518168834215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109897518168834215' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109815175445055961</id><published>2004-10-19T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:09:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets go jnrs :) hurhur. training was fun yest though.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more daes. its time to start. oh wel. START!!! bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109815175445055961?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109815175445055961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109815175445055961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109815175445055961' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109785485030272271</id><published>2004-10-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:26:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tore my bicep yesterdae during basketball.. great.. haha cant really move my left arm now.. hahahah ohwel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm crashed ac games yest.. purposely rammed a ball captain ball btw.. n i hit da wrong person.. sorrie. really. :S haha btw we were playing basketball capt ball fer se2 n se3. haha. phaelyn. jasmine koh. nanyu. samuel. augi. zhaoming. zhixiong. majun. were playing... haha oh wel.. qt fun though. haha. hmm study study. oh btw some j1s r juz mother *******. some blardie irritating guy.. feel lyk kicking n punching him. lets call him john(not his real name) oh tis sound so newspaper. he tripped me.. on purpose. he makes mother lots of noise. hes blardie irritating n also a blardie sore loser. hmm oh wel. its over shall not bear grudges. anywae i am a weakling oh wel. endure.. he gave me tat frightening stare as if he was in da right n as if he was gonna whack me up. i was SO.. scarred... oh wel. its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE.. i can do it! :) 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya btw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy bdae liyanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. enjoy yr camp. :) bdae in da camp hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109785485030272271?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109785485030272271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109785485030272271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785485030272271' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109758118171138619</id><published>2004-10-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:39:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tis last stretch is gonna be so so difficult. i see it approaching. n its getting nearer n nearer.. oh F-U-C-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109758118171138619?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109758118171138619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109758118171138619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109758118171138619' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109738061347669839</id><published>2004-10-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T11:56:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talked to kang abt something interesting last nite hmm... :p lol. hmm its juz to keep a redcord so i noe when i did it hmm. haha 2hr 22mins 22sec funny funny. oh wel time to start work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109738061347669839?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109738061347669839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109738061347669839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109738061347669839' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109733253240996947</id><published>2004-10-09T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:39:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno what happen. hope everythings fine. hmm wad an observation todae todae todae.. i cant believe tis. hmm. shall not elaborate. not in a good mood todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109733253240996947?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109733253240996947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109733253240996947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733253240996947' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109719473293198766</id><published>2004-10-08T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:18:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy bdae delphine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109719473293198766?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109719473293198766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109719473293198766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109719473293198766' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109698051321698642</id><published>2004-10-05T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:48:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much to sae. nothing special todae. nothing happened todae. xcept fer maybe todae was kinda quietier. kinda more peaceful. i did more work. oh wel. peace out. all da best for promos pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109698051321698642?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109698051321698642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109698051321698642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698051321698642' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109673185739391273</id><published>2004-10-02T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:44:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck i got a fishbone stuck in my throat. its damn irritating. i juz cant get it out or bring it down. sucks!. dead. i am gonna die. ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109673185739391273?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109673185739391273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109673185739391273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109673185739391273' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109637812279391340</id><published>2004-09-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:28:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel abnormal.. hmmm. if theres a scale fer mugging from gear 1 to 10. my class is alr on gear 7 or 8. whereas i am on 4 or 5 hmm qt far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres tis classmate of mine.. called roy.. hmm he wants to retain.. he got a unmoderated grade of C E O. n a moderated grade of A C O.. yup.. n hes tinking abt retaining... n theres also another person called terence.. he got F F F before moderation n kinda i tink he ended up wif E E E after moderation.. n hes not even thinking abt retaining.. oh wel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. 4 weeks to a levels. n i am not really doing much.. sighs. hmm oh wel. sucks sucks sucks.. time to start mugging!! rawr. n oso time to train up fer my 42k. :P i tink i am feeling cranky. juz ignore my post dun bother.. i haven been in a good mood recently. screw. small tings seems to piss me off so much more than usual. n i juz cant stand some pple at tis point of time. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae something interesting tat happen yesterdae. oh i juz realised i dun haf to blog abt it. cos lionel alr wrote it. so i shall STEAL heh.. haha :P thanks lionel. yup here it goes. :P i shall get da video from ashley n post it here. its damn cool really. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, let me tell u something funny that happened today... got me laughing over and over again.. ok the time was about 1110am, and we had gp in NL8.. i think. so there wasn't any gp lessons and we just so happen to find a can of shelltox in the room. and abel being the 'symphony of destruction' started comtemplating the various in which that can of shelltox can be put to good use of that situation.. immediately, out whipped a lighter.. the rest of us tensed... the lighter couldn't ignite... we breathed a sigh a relief.. terence promptly offered his own lighter to abel... we tensed.. and yes this time it worked... out came this huge flame which lit the whole place up.. damn cool... anyway, that's not joke... jan wanted to have a go with it... so he took the lighter and the can.. the rest of us watching breathlessly.. slowly anticipating his move... he took up that can of shelltox, aligned it such that can is parallel to the flame... every eye in the class was solely on that solitary flickering flame.. jan took a huge breath.. and... and... sprayed in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!! hahAHAHA!! so damn funny! he didnt even know the hole was place wrongly and instead of getting a huge *VOOSSSHH*,we got a pathetic *psssss*.. hahah... talk about anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;talking about climax.. that was the climax of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109637812279391340?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109637812279391340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109637812279391340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637812279391340' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109618050985260497</id><published>2004-09-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:35:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm 21k is not bad an experience. :P anyone interested to run 42k fer standard charter? tell me yea. its on 5 dec. :) yup yup. heh oh wel. anywae i kinda died at 18k todae. tired. hmm but its qt fun. oh wel i took freaking long a time though. 2hrs 15 mins. hmm tats is blardie long. oh wel. hmm shijia judy weil n margy ran 12k. went to starbucks. wait n wait. n we went to suntec fer breakfast? macs. lol. after tat walked ard n went home haha i am tired. nites to da world :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109618050985260497?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109618050985260497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109618050985260497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109618050985260497' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109568290828297952</id><published>2004-09-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:21:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. shruks. juz came home from school went to run after school. hmm i hope i wun die tis sundae. army half marathon. oh wel 21k. :S haha save me lalala~ i feel lyk doing a 42k fer standard charter.. anyone interested? can join me ey :) i got my ashley. oh wel i shall go haf dinner n its time to stardie! hmm.. some pple juz get things i dunno how. but they seems to understand. oh wel. :) smart pple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109568290828297952?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109568290828297952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109568290828297952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568290828297952' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109557682749216551</id><published>2004-09-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:53:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite. someone asked me a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to tink alot abt it last time. cos many ppl ard me r all "into" it and kinda trying to influence me too.. so its not veri nice to voice my opinion abt it.. yea yea. its kinda lyk ppl ard u keep askin n askin its not veri nice to reject n reject rite. so i kinda went to a few. even my mum alwaes trys to get me ae there. ok anywas i was saeing. i believe tat there might be da one tat exist. above everything tat kinda ting. as long as it teaches good is good la. but whether u believe in it anot is another ting wad.if u believe in it it gives u more confidence tat kinda ting. and when u haf tat kinda confidence u will definitely do stuff better. yaya if it exist. n theres wonders tat another ting althogether. after a while pple tend to give up.. n canoeing came in.. yaya. so its kinda lyk i haf an excuse to push everything aside n juz go fer my trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i juz cant stand pple tat juz keep telling u wad to do. n tryin to sae n tell u wad to do. n tat as if they knew everything n tat tats da onli wae kinda stuff.. oh wel i dun lyk pple tat preaches lyk they noe everything. but i am alrite wif pple askin me abt it. i dunno. but after a while i tot it doesnt really matter tat much as it doesnt really matter. so wad if there is n so wad if there isnt? does it make a whole lot of difference? ya so tat question kinda faded awae after a while. maybe its lyk juz keep a open heart or rather a open point of view as in not strongly agreeing nor disagreeing its alrite i guess.. but tats juz my point of view.. :) yaya. as in i am open to it. but i do not believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe wad made me wrote tat post. but ya. unless someone is able to really change my point of view. i tink i will prob stay lyk tis fer da time being..&lt;br /&gt;&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/6550853-109557682749216551?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109557682749216551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109557682749216551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109557682749216551' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109556306471110803</id><published>2004-09-19T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T11:04:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mugging gotta start NOW :S sucks. sucks. SUCKS. FFF hais. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great 4got a important dae yesterdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109556306471110803?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109556306471110803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109556306471110803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109556306471110803' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109543253603607359</id><published>2004-09-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:48:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.. wad i hoped will not happen has happened. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. oh man.. i cant believe tis.. sucks.. SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. how am i gonna tell themm.... argh.. i am screwed. :S how am i gonna tell them! 2.30 todae. was a veri veri bad dae.. everything is just F F F F oh man. sucks  sucks.. i am so dead. i got a private session wif my ct on mondae. she will probably slaughter me.. but shes nice. i hope she wun. oh btw shes wendy lim she teaches me chem :S sighs. fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bdae ZHENGHAO. :) yup. ice cream cake. heh. went to swensen after ppr collection. qt nice. ate baked rice. blah blah blah. chem test. n alumni meeting tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109543253603607359?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109543253603607359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109543253603607359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543253603607359' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109514132078130092</id><published>2004-09-14T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:49:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i am in a screwed up plce in da school called da library.. its kinda strange how come tis place seems to be flooded wif pple all of a sudden.. oh wel.. maybe kinda lyk pple suddenly wake up to realise tat its less than 2 mths to As n err? 3 weeks to promos? hmm is it kinda earli to start studying? actually i tink 2 weeks is enuff.. so much more than enuff. to cover da whole years work.. oh wel.. maybe its juz me.. anywae.. its damn blardie noisy.. seems lyk void deck 2.. oh wel.. todae is WEIYUAN bdAE.. so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAE WEIYUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yea u r finally 18 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; heh oh wel.. haven had much to write abt anywaes. but i still tink saturdae night was a great night oh wel.. haha ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109514132078130092?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109514132078130092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109514132078130092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109514132078130092' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109497391473657805</id><published>2004-09-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T15:25:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterdae was qt a nice dae. hmm dinner. den walk ard.. den show.. SAVED.. at 2.05am omg wad a waste of money. wad a stoopid show.. dinner was at holiday inn parkview it was qt alrite. thanks nad fer finding da halah place.. haha such a big headache trying to find a halah place.. :S oh wel. den went to ashley place... they watched rush hour 2.. n  in da morning watched black hawk down. oh wel.  n now here i am at home. time to slp so tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109497391473657805?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109497391473657805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109497391473657805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497391473657805' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109465545933673445</id><published>2004-09-08T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:57:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yi tian tu long ji is a nice show. seriously. its damn nice. zhao min is cool oh wel. spent abt a week on tat show.. watched day n night n day n night n finally finished da show.. oh ya pple its on channel 8 every saturdae n sundae 7-9pm its really really damn nice. :) went to play pool todae wif fion lanxi aug sw n wy. kinda fun cos i was oso kinda bored at home anywae. oh wel. den went to eat prata. haha :) yea. yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109465545933673445?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109465545933673445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109465545933673445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465545933673445' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109448809809384269</id><published>2004-09-07T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:28:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm haven been blogging. have been watch tv fer da past few daes. haven done anything since prelims ended. i tink its abt time to get back to books. SOOn.. SOON.. anywae party on sat was great. its was qt alrite. thanks lionel fer da place. ya. :) great man i tink its reallly time to get down to work n stop slacking oh wel. tats wad i alwaes sae. but i neber seem to get started. hmm enjoy yrself pple! i am getting back to my TV!!! :) haha.. oh wel. i luv TV haha. great man i can actually juz lie on my bed fer 18 hours juz watchin tv. n after tat i will feel lyk shit.. hhaha blurr n wadeva. anyawe enjoy yrself whoever tat reads tis. went army open house todae. shall eloborate agains.. another time.. n my typing sucks todae. cos i offed all da lights n i am too lazy to retype juz make it a quick post. anywaes it was qt funny at da chin up challenge.. haha shiwei went wif me. its kinda funny how those pple do pullups :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109448809809384269?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109448809809384269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109448809809384269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448809809384269' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109376205671933587</id><published>2004-08-29T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T14:50:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spend money in  less than 44 hours time. yay. yay. chem chem chem is gone. :S&lt;br /&gt;hmm no clothes to wear on saturdae.. how how. anyone wan to sponsor me :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th september. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th september. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th september. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th september. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6550853-109376205671933587?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109376205671933587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109376205671933587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109376205671933587' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109335784203877647</id><published>2004-08-24T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:30:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. some updates. i screwed my chem. if i pass i am damn luckly. oh wel. time fer MATHS. more maths. hope i do well :) yay. i am bored. veri veri bored. i cant believe it. its not even 1 half weeks yet. its so so so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae. i have neber stardied so hard in my life b4. heh. great ey. even during Os. i was basically juz playing n playing. remember da daes. where we go ginza to play warcraft. 3 hrs b4 da paper? n we were playing game. great ey?. oh wel. those are da past. i believe i cant do tat in As. i have really neber stardied as hard b4. although it might still be kinda slack. but i tried my best i guessed. :) -peace. mugging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109335784203877647?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109335784203877647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109335784203877647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335784203877647' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109310144639801789</id><published>2004-08-21T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T23:19:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heads killing me.. pain pain. remember chong said. pain is a sign tat weakness is leaving yr body. oh wel. wadeva.. i dun tink it applies here.. i woke up tis morning wif a headache.. great. den it got worst as da dae progressed. n its super killing me now.. btw tis is da first time i am having a headache.. seriously. its da first time. (: wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wel btw heard tat junni is coming back tml. wel wel. haha.. chong muz be damn sad. cos hes not invited. too bad. haha (: wadeva. wadeva. i dun really gif a fly. bah* chong good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wel. great dae i guess. i stardied alot todae. due to tis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;good fren&lt;/span&gt;.. also known as winnykangwanshi.. she made me stardie i guessed. her constant nagging. n all da blah blah blah. oh wel. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain pain. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109310144639801789?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109310144639801789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109310144639801789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310144639801789' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109301474245789506</id><published>2004-08-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:21:56.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows  with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't cry  over anyone who won't cry over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the  person who made you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If love  isn't a game, why are there so many players? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave,  and impossible to forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You can  only go as far as you push! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love  somebody else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't let the past  hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a  while you might miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A best  friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people make the world  special by just being in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Best  friends are the siblings God forgot to give us. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're  scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be  there. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);font-size:100%;"&gt;True friendship never ends.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);font-size:100%;"&gt;Friends are forever.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good friends are like stars....you don't  always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love  with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything is  okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life,  but only friends leave footprints in your heart. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;If u love something...let  it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;If it comes  back to you its yours.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 51);font-size:100%;"&gt;If it doesn't then it never was. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A kiss is just a kiss until u find the one you love. A hug is just a hug&gt;until its from the one ur thinking of. A dream is just a dream until u make it come tru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;LOVE is just a word until its proven 2  u. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really make you mad sometimes. Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;"&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of  a sister&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value  of ten years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a newly&lt;br /&gt;Divorced couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value  of four years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one  year:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a student who&lt;br /&gt;Has failed a final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The  value of nine months:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;"&gt;The value  of one month:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother&lt;br /&gt;who has given birth to&lt;br /&gt;A premature  baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly  newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the lovers who are  waiting to Meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one minute:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a  person&lt;br /&gt;Who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value  of one-second:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person&lt;br /&gt;Who has survived an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  realize&lt;br /&gt;T! he value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who has won a  silver medal in the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;You will treasure it even more  when&lt;br /&gt;you can share it with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a  friend:&lt;br /&gt;Lose one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109301474245789506?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109301474245789506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109301474245789506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301474245789506' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109276182674865830</id><published>2004-08-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:11:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall just try to juz write wad i wan to write. its 12.56 i tink everyone is prob fast aslp. i shall go slp soon too. -_-zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored* really bored. 16 daes is passing so slowly.. real slow. hmm sound so ranty. oh wel. look on da brighter side thurs is maths :) great ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembering saturdae.. da elections was held. congrats to da committee ya :) n da rest of the team too. :) da committee cant work without u ppel too. everyones important. daniel sun spoke to us abt some stuff. hmm. he said. we sae tat coins din matter but in da end its qt important as we will be askin fer school colours zone colours n stuff. alright maybe to some extend YES. but i still feel tat its kinda lyk having tat as a bonus. it will come naturally if u train hard. i dunnoe wad to sae but once i used to take it as my most important aim. my target. i was basically juz trainin fer tat coin. but soon after it faded. it didnt really meant tat much after having it. at da moment when i got da medal i wasnt really happy. as in overjoyed tat kinda ting. i tink few years later. it will be left in some corner of my house. it will fade. n might even be lost. :) oh wel. doesnt matter. dun really noe wads my point. i dun tink that theres a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae. i miss trainin. i miss da team. da snr team da jnr team da team as a whole. hmm.. we will neber ever be trainin togeda agains. how sad time flies so quickly. n how fast canoeing just ends. in a matter of juz 3 mins or so. everything is over. i can still remember da sight. da last moments as i pass da finishin line. n tim tay. ya. TIM seemed to be satisfied right after da race. although at tat veri moment i dun even noe my position. i was juz too tired to to even see wats happening ard. i juz noe tat i gave my all n i did my best. result din really matter to me anymore. it was juz a good feel tat will neber be experienced anywhere else. i dunno if he knew our position but he seemed qt happy after the race. i dun tink he saw oso. prob its juz cos he felt tat he did his best :) it might not have been our best race. but it was definitely a good one. one tat we fought till da veri last bit. he looked happy with a big wide smile on his face. a smile of contentment? or maybe thinkin "yea. no need to row with terence anymore. so happy." wadeva. doesnt really matter. da sights seen at da whole during of da 3 daes was really memorable. remembering how da jnrs cheered. at da jetty. da AC flag was flying accompanied with voices tat was onli from AC can onli be from AC. pple shouting pple cheering. mostly AC. da team spirit was so there. its there. its really there. da team is moving upwards. its is going up. yay. da voices da echos da loud cheering da shouts. thankyou. everyone. it was really memorable. -THANKEW- for makin up da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;team04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109276182674865830?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109276182674865830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109276182674865830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109276182674865830' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109274961372906244</id><published>2004-08-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:33:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. chem prac was alrite. rather easy.. gp i tot was alrite.. but my gp teacher.. ms neeta singh saes. tat i will prob get 21/50 fer compo.. great ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva. i gotta stardie maths or i will not get A fer maths fer da 3rd time in my life.. *sadness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel tired* boo boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109274961372906244?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109274961372906244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109274961372906244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274961372906244' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109261613458896131</id><published>2004-08-16T08:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:42:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F-U-C-K   I-T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;some post tat tat i wrote juz got screwed by blogger. fuck!.. ah anywae i juz woke up.. 8.30am. is tat qt earli?.. no ones online. seems lyk everybardie is in school. wel wel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just writing abt e start of 18 daes prelims. tis is gonna be long. :S sighs.&lt;br /&gt;n tis someone msged me yest.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S-U-C-K-E-R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not tat i really care. but pain in e ass once. wel wel. hope he doesnt sees tis. so wad if he sees. i dun gif a fly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i shall go to school soon.. SOON... n i will try to cut down on fried food. haaha having fried food almost everysince meal. great ey. TRY. TRY. TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109261613458896131?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109261613458896131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109261613458896131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109261613458896131' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109261575490756986</id><published>2004-08-16T08:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T08:22:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall just make a short post. todae is da start of da 18 dae.  PRELIMS!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 daes later. i will be free! :) bah* i will take a long break b4 starting fer a levels. wel wel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swears* swears* 18 daes is blardie long. kao. hmm have been feeling veri weird recently. i seem to be doing blardie alot of work.. :) strange* oh wel. i shall go upload songs on my player. got to go to school SOON. :) haha. wel wel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone spoke to me yest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-U-C-K-E-R&lt;/span&gt;. let me spell it again. s-u-c-k-e-r. ah. :) pain in my ass once. bah* bah* anywae i hope tat someone doesnt see tis. :) wel. so wad if someone sees. i dun really care. SUCKER. bah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i am ballooning up. :) haha i am gainin lots of weight. having fried food everymeal doesnt help haha but its nice. so who cares. haha :) wel. i tink i will try to cut down on fried food.. let me write tat agains. i will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to cut down on fried food. hmm life is boring without trainin. how i hope tat those daes neber end. oh wel. :) good dae ahead! :) yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109261575490756986?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109261575490756986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109261575490756986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109261575490756986' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109211085818420425</id><published>2004-08-10T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:07:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite. ndp. major jack lau. but da COMMANDOS IC. cool ey. MAJOR JACK LAU. hmm.. anywae. i felt tat the guy singing HOME sounded damn gay. but his hair is nice though :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was singpore idol. oh man. lemon tree guy was blardie farnie. dance lyk 3 year old kid n cant sing oso. haha. &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net"&gt;steven lim&lt;/a&gt; was damn farnie too. stripping n stripping. 1 min of fame? haha heard he wanted to pluck judy's eyebrows haha :) luckily u din go. later u kenna raped. anywae there was da funny caption of "do not adjust yr volume. tis was da loudness" n he could speak qt loudly but sang super softly. hahahah den he asked fer comments n more comments n left. den da pink opera singer haha :D super our of point. singaporeans are juz blardie thickskin. i tink wed esp. abt da bananaman will be qt interesting too. :) but i tink da zoetay boy was good. n da funky hair ger was good oso :) haha da pink guy looked lyk some construction worker. haha i tink singaporeans are juz blardie thick skin n dunno how to dress fer da correct ocassion. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna stardie todae. ahhh. haven done much n i am sick. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109211085818420425?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109211085818420425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109211085818420425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109211085818420425' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109196810673983655</id><published>2004-08-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T20:28:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasted 2 daes. doing nothing bumming ard. hmm.. anywae winny jas tiw all got silver. heh. great job ey.. especially mr tiw. wif his silver life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yest ate at longhouse or something. some super unhealthy place. fried kway teow...bbq at shiwei place.. slpt over at my place. super screwed up ended up slpin super duper late n walkin up super early. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hmm.. todae ate at jln kayu. waste lots of time. n here. home sweet home. slping time. tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109196810673983655?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109196810673983655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109196810673983655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109196810673983655' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109180196337181053</id><published>2004-08-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:19:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims in lyk less than 10 daes. wun really be able complete everything by then. ah screwed. nvm i am not xpecting to do veri well anywaes. i need time. n maybe more time. which is neber enuff. oh well i did 1 physics tutorial todae. tat leaves me wif 1 last tutorial to complete b4 i can start my physics revision. maths revision shld take at most 3 daes. :) tat leaves me wif abt 7 daes. fer chem n physics. which is so so blardie not enuff. hmm great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm something to look forward to. we r gonna support jasm n winny. n mr tiw. tml :) yay. haha. alrite. shall try to mug now. -peace out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109180196337181053?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109180196337181053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109180196337181053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180196337181053' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109151691235106929</id><published>2004-08-03T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:09:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slacking in da library now. having PE later. hmm. wad am i doings. i dunno i am confused. i lost all my piorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been 4 daes since it ended. everything seems crashing down. the thought of neber having da full team togeda agains. da thought of leaving everything behind n moving on came. it was a thought tat will live in my heart forever. how it ended. how it ended. after da prize giving we had our fun not realising da danger tat moment. we had lots of fun. but after all tat happiness n everything just came to an end.. leaving juz a blank in my life. a hole tat will neber be mended. it was a big hole. not having training at all feels weird. REALLY weird. it feels strange. everything juz stops. as if it was da end of yr life or something. where u suddenly feel lethargic n sleepy. n nothing to look forward to. btw. i alwaes looked forward to training. it was something tat kept me alive. n kept me going no matter how tired i am. i will alwaes look happy on trg daes. i dunno y but i feel veri tired of everything recently. nothing much to do. nothing to keep me going. i am TIRED* veri TIRED*. life is bored. thinking tis wae wun help me at all. its actually making me worst. i slp almost all my time awae. n wadeva time i am left wif i spent it thinking about everything else.. oh pls. get down to work URGH. anywae. dun tink i will do anything todae as well. i will prob juz waste my time awae n end up slping agains. my piorities r screwed help. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;not the end, but a new beginning. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning. a new beginning. a new experience. a new experience. hais. move on move on. something tat i once had n was taken away. n i enjoyed all da time spend. with no other life. of juz trg n trg. was great. now i am back to square one. watch me baloon heh. i will become big :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven started any revision. expecting to hopefully scrape everything thru n get a A fer maths. :D hmm. i am looking forward to da formal dinner where all of us will come togeda agains. NIK remember. we r gonna party after tat :) u better come. hmm. i hope all u jnrs really do well. n keep everything in place. i will try my best to help out in wadeva waes i can. :) hmm. LETS go AC. prize presentation is tml. haha so many sparstic pics of terence. goodness. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNY : cheer up. everything will turn out fine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109151691235106929?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109151691235106929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109151691235106929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109151691235106929' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109135678192466872</id><published>2004-08-01T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:39:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST nite. after dinner at newton circus. thanks nik n ted fer treating us. den kenneth n da ex-SNRS went to ash place. n we talked. after tat some left n others stayed. started playing number game. blah blah blah. nik came wif more alcohol. den ya.. we talked cock pple getting drunk. me n sw n jas n nik drank agains n agains. we were all juz prob high other than nik tat was drunk. hmm.. den we continued talking abt alot alot of stuff. n ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all canoeing is not abt canoeing itself it more abt da TEAM. da TEAM. many a times pple haf da wrong focus n in da end get them no where. or at e end of it all they will question themselves. wad am i doing tis fer? is tis wad i wan? many a times. tings doesnt turn out to how it should move along. i believe tat at tat moment one shld really think abt it n set yr mind into it after tat.. no matter wad.. it will not affect wad u wanted. n tat u shldnt lose faith in wadeva u do. BELIEVING pple. dreaming is good. at least theres a DREAM there where u will move n head towards. pple tat doesnt dream get no where in da end of the dae. at e end. its all comes down to 1 line. "HOW MUCH DO U WANT IT?" is the battlement of yrself. not da battlement of winning others. is abt beating yrself n believe u can do it. going high up there. remember even da greatest make mistakes. n even da greatest fall. trust n believe r veri veri impt. n tat i believe miracles do happen. THEY DO. lyk wad happened to me. remember wad nik said jnrs. theres no "GODS" in kallang. u can be 1 if u want to believe tat u can be 1. its takes lots of effort n COURAGE to be high up there. COURAGE. i will 4ever remember wad tim tay told me during abt da warm up lap. where changed my entire persepective n mentality abt racing. after all racing was neber abt winning. it was the FEEL. so wad if u r last. as long as u feel good. cos u haf done yr best n just that others are better. ROW WIF COURAGE. row wif yr HEART. its interesting how sometimes thinking tat its so far away. n so unachieveable. if u tink tat way. u will neber get it. i dunno how much impact as we as seniors made to u pple n tat did we even fail to inspire u. i guess i can onli say look forward to wadeva's coming. its gonna be a interesting path of life tat u will never 4get. trust me. after all tis u will tink back n sae. YES its all worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109135678192466872?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109135678192466872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109135678192466872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109135678192466872' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109123560121523269</id><published>2004-07-31T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T09:00:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterdae. at abt 11.04am. it already marks e end of me n tim's season. along da course of tis short period of 3 daes. many thoughts juz came into my mind. n tat on da final dae. winning suddenly din matter so much as it was before.. we went down believeing in we could do it. believeing tat we could beat HIM (u all noe who i am talking abt. i dun believe hes a GOD. hes juz another rower. maybe juz slightly more exp? more skill.) SO? they rowed with strength. n technique. in both ways we will definitely lose to. but we rowed wif our hearts believeing tat we could do it.. n i believe we did it. we beat ourselves. we did beat ourselves. :) right after we ended off. we came back to shore n tim alr said tat was da last race he is ever gonna row n tat hes going into adventure racing. heh. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  let me share wif u all prob juz da jnrs tat doesnt noe. wad happen after tat.. during da race.. we couldnt cover a straight course so we zig zag alot. i really mean alot. n after tat we were sort of on e edge between my lane n MJ's lane. n our boats were veri close. luckily we din collide. yup. so we were gonna hit da BIG ROUND RED BALL. so we did a swerve in. yup. tat swerve made us lose alot of speed n i had to call fer the 8th hard 10 which wasnt in our race plan n it was energy tat we had to find somewhere above da 100%. it was not wad we were used to. anywae. after tat was last burst n it was qt well done. n i sort of blacked out at da end point. hmm. well. we went back. feeling happy? fer a moment tat all tat was over. n tat canoeing is history. we got back to shore. MJ was appealing tat we cut into their lane. n result in them taking backwash. i wld think tat da appeal din get through. n tat MJ rowers were pissed. i hope they wun hate AC fer da next few years. anywae lyk i said. they appealed n failed. so they were rather angry n sad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DUH* *points biceps*&lt;/span&gt;. after tat da hc coach came to talk to us. wanting a rematch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMATCH&lt;/span&gt;. remember wad tim said earlier?  ok so we thought abt it. n da snrs oso gathered. yup yup. at that moment rowing agains was not ever in my mind. can u imagine doing da blardie long 1k race agains after thinking u haf done it yr last time n tat was da best u did it. n i was oso qt drained fer da dae. so we din agreed. btw. they wanted a rematch cos HC got stuck to a plastic bag which drag them across da finishing line. which they felt tat was a unfair race. me n tim believed tat theres some kind of luck involved oso. it was after tis tat kept me thinking.. then after sometime. da HC coach approached us agains. he said tat all other schools had agreed n onli if we agree it cannot be carried out. we rejected it after thinkin abt it agains. guess they r veri veri sad alr. ok. we rejected it cos of a few reasons. all da others schools can haf another shot at it y not? competition involves a bit of luck. plastic bags were juz suayness. n we thought abt wad will we do if we were stuck in da bag. (we wun complain abt it. we thought it through n tats how we felt at tat time). our bodies n mind were not conditioned at tat time alr. it was impossible to rerace on tat day. next as long as our concience is alrite. why bother to appease others?. yup. i tink its something tat i will remember fer a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  da coins will fade. but da memories wun. it really wun. :) thank you all da snrs n jnrs of 2004. ESP SNRS n definitely JNRS too. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  thank u&lt;br /&gt;  shiwei fer all da nonsense. :) &lt;br /&gt;  weiyuan fer being such a nice after trg captain to decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;  zhenghao fer da stoopid brain teaser tat made me tink fer 3half hours. &lt;br /&gt;  alex fer being veri veri crappy at times. &lt;br /&gt;  ashley fer bing super helpful n nice. &lt;br /&gt;  TIW fer being such a nice SHIFU (all da best to JIA HONG!) &lt;br /&gt;  tim tay. fer being such a inspiration. n being MY PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;  auggy fer being juz who he is. n remember hes da legend fer crossing bouye. (dunno how to spell)&lt;br /&gt;  winny fer taking all my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;  yina fer being a nice gers capt.&lt;br /&gt;  steph fer being super blur n fun to tease at. :)&lt;br /&gt;  sulynn fer being a good role model fer us to follow.&lt;br /&gt;  all da JNRS fer being juz who u r. u all r special in yr own waes. da 2 coaches tat guided us thru da season. :)  THANK U!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  last n most IMPORTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASMINE&lt;/span&gt; fer being juz there. as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt; captain. n taking all da teases tat we did to u :)  &lt;br /&gt;  u all have been super nice pple. yea. remember to keep in contact. n make da team stronger next yr!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  ted once told me.&lt;br /&gt;  Dont't aim at success -- the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must be ensued... as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a course greater than oneself&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  its something tat i realised qt late. yesterday during da warmup lap fer me n tim. yup i tink is something tat everyone can work towards i its veri true. NO ONE IN KALLANG is GOD. they r juz another rower tat rows n even da greatest make mistakes. all da wae AC.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109123560121523269?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109123560121523269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109123560121523269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109123560121523269' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109120325184320713</id><published>2004-07-30T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:00:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been long time since i last blogged. all these seem to juz pass so quickly. it has been 2 yrs since i stepped into tis club tat changed my life. trainin so often n having no other social life. i suddenly felt so free n it felt strange how tings became lyk tat.. anywae wad happen during my course.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; day1. heats. started. red bull almost killed us. hmm sugar crash in middle of race. lane 5. sanwiched wif RJ n NJ. started off wif da pack. we were all along da same row. then.. came 500m.. tapped. got sucked into rj backwash. managed to get out. n taking back our place. suddenly rj capped. fear. FEAR. fear. almost capped twice. made me feared calling fer hards. so we did rowing but no hards. so we ended off 3rd. lucky qualification.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; day2. semis. raced well. lane 1. lane 2 was mjc. yup raced.. good race. came in 1st. qualified in finals. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; day3. finals. rowed qt well. da best we could given our capabilities. :) yup. but we zig zag. n covered a veri long course. 1.2k? got 3rd place supposedly cutted into mjc lane 6. n hc got stuck in plastic bag.. mjc appealed but i tink failed.i tink they r gonna hate us fer da next few years. anywae as i was saeing. den da hc coach came to approach us hoping fer a rematch. cos it wasnt a fair match to them cos of da plastic bag. hmm all other school agreed. but we din. so it was qt sad fer them. cos i really couldnt row as well at tat given moment at that time. so sorry. went to dinner. marche. n went to esplanade played "games" yup n there...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; here i am sitting in front of da comp thinkin abt loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109120325184320713?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109120325184320713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109120325184320713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120325184320713' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109084714033798202</id><published>2004-07-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:05:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sometime how interesting.. i can laff abt training after doing so many sets.. when i feel lyk dying on da hockey d.. at da grass batch.. on da pavement.. hmm suddenly i can juz giggle to myself or start bursting into laughter.. haha.. how interesting is it tat in school sometimes.. we can laff abt it togeda.. or after trainin we can joke abt wad we juz did.. n havin da sense of satisfaction tat fills our hearts.. its really veri veri interesting how come we can laff abt tings tat are torturous.. anywae even when i do pe.. i dun mind running 2.4 wif my classmates.. n i run wif them sometimes.. n i tell them tat its fun.. n they said i was CRAZY* anywae.. i tink i lyk training.. it makes on lose memory fer a short period of time. juz doing sets.. n everything n not thinkin abt anything else.. n at that period of time u juz feel nothing.. nothing at all.. is juz lets go.. keep going.. cos da thought of letting yr teammates down when u drop leting go = cheating yr teammate.. hmm.. we were drilled these values right from da start.. did we put it into u? *da juniors* hmm.. we used to haf a diet all year round.. how interesting where pple *classmates* noe u haf diet n keep taking fried food n poking u.. hmm tats how interesting whenever u said nah.. no.. they will go.. u pple r mad.. doing lunch time everydae.. ? those pple r crazy!? nothing better to do.. but i tink deep in their hearts they r jealous n they respected us.. someone told me b4.. how we could do it everydae whitout fail? why? wad was keeping us going? i guess u pple shld tink abt it ya :) its really interesting? IS IT? LYK WAD?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  doing pullups everydae. followed by inclines. doing all da crazy sets.. echoing lyk mad.. home training.. n recently having da CREED! it ALL WORTH IT.. DUH! *points bicep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109084714033798202?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109084714033798202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109084714033798202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084714033798202' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109084600963212579</id><published>2004-07-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T20:48:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY CANOEING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i joined canoeing fer fun? haha maybe i started out wrongly. cos i did join cos i tot it was fun.. n bill was telling me at da open house its tough.. but MANAGABLE.. i could still remember his expression at da time when he told me n shiwei.. den we signed up n wrote weiyuan name down on da list as well.. great.. den came first training.. which i started off.. dying.. hmm 50 pushups on da first trainin on da scorching hockey D.. ouch.. i couldnt hang properly.. i couldnt even do 10 pushups. great.. hmm den was crunches.. which was as bad.. then jumpingjacks.. unfit person.. heh.. does tis happen to u all when u juniors joined? every single junior tis year joined was fitter than me.. hmm *ponders* &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; anywae.. as i was saeing.. den we went fer a run.. lyk wad continues.. i couldnt keep up too.. great job ey.. cant do pushups cant hang cant do situps cant run cant do jumpingjacks.. i remembered tis HUGE fella (Eugene) was running beside me.. he was lyk lets go! lets go! lets go!.. "close up da gap" n "DO U WAN IT?" lyk screaming at me at da top of his voice.. n i was lyk thinkin in my heart.. would u find shuting da @%*&amp;amp;.. it was super duper irritating.. n noisy.. when i was tryna so hard to juz keep running.. hmm.. finally da run ended.. n we had water break great.. den was pullups.. 3x5 pullups.. cant do a single one.. cant do pushups cant hang cant do situps cant run cant do jumpingjacks cant do pullups.. n da list goes on.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; hmm after tat training was all heads down all eyes close n tis fella tall n qt skinny (Gabriel) was in front asking.. who tinks todae training was tough? ok? too easy? i din even respond. i was juz dead tired.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; after tat was wad intro tingy. all da seniors sae their names n class and wad not.. n i dun supposed i remembered any of it? after trainin tis skinny fella (JunWen) came n talk to me.. he spoke alot but i tink nothing really went in.. i was damn tired.. n juz lyk my brain was not working he juz kept going n going n going.. blah blah blah.. finally.. i went to bathe n ate n went home..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; i slp right after i reached home.. next morning i realised i couldnt move my arm.. haha i really couldnt.. it was super duper pain.. it slowly became better in a period of abt 1 week+ hmm.. how many pple actually get da chance to fell tat in their entire life.. haha :) not many.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; wad kept me going was prob them. :) which i stayed on.. n now i am haven died yet? haha n i believe i am alot fitter ey? hmm.. i joined canoeing out of fun? curiousity? cos gabriel siew changed so much? haha :) alrite.. tats abt wad i wanted to sae.. i dun really noe how u pple felt after da first trg.. anywae da past 1 yr + was great to me.. it was memories tat i will remember 4ever.. :) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; tis club has changed me qt alot.. haha tats pple tat noe me b4 i joined haha.. anywae it great to be wif my bunch of teammates.. juniors i wonder how u pple r feeling now.. its 2 daes to comp.. n da seniors time is almost over.. how much haf u all achieved in da past 7 mths? was da time spend in da club worth it? could u haf done something better elsewhere? is tis all worth it? can u look into all yr teammates in da eyes. n tell them i haf no regrets being wif all of u?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; juniors becoming seniors.. u all will feel how we felt in abt 5 mths time.. :) when da new batch of juniors come in :) enjoy yrself.. great year ahead :) IS IT? &lt;br /&gt;  many more challenges to come!! LYK WAD? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  DUH *points bicep* enjoy yr dae pple.. :) i am gonna rest. rest wel guys. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109084600963212579?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109084600963212579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109084600963212579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084600963212579' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109050500636541539</id><published>2004-07-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:03:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging.. guess i am rather buzy.. reaching home n doing nothing n i end up going to slp.. nothing much tat i want to post here fer da time being haven been reflecting.. blah blah blah. enjoy yr dae pple.. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109050500636541539?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109050500636541539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109050500636541539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050500636541539' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109016072691408920</id><published>2004-07-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:25:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE JASM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; haha enjoy yr dae.. time to slp. so tired.&lt;br /&gt; anywae todaes trg was great. i meant &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha &lt;br /&gt; its juz &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;even better&lt;/span&gt; :) i am happy. haha&lt;br /&gt; so tired* time to slp. enjoy pple :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-109016072691408920?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109016072691408920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109016072691408920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016072691408920' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-109007576110714881</id><published>2004-07-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T22:49:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE JASM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cant take it anymore.. i am veri tired.. haha time to slp.. nites.. wanted to wait till 12.. dun tink i can stay up.. peace out*&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/6550853-109007576110714881?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109007576110714881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/109007576110714881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007576110714881' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108999059454921167</id><published>2004-07-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:09:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm haven been blogging in qt a long long while.. nothing really much to write. haha juz buzy wif work :) time to do work. enjoy yr dae pple :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108999059454921167?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108999059454921167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108999059454921167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999059454921167' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108955477284556009</id><published>2004-07-11T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:06:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in abt 20 more daes.. everything will be over.. everything.. life is back to time b4 canoeing.. no training. alot of "free" time supposed to allocate to stardies.. which i might have problems focusing in heh. ok.. anywae.. in less than 20 daes.. all da jnrs will be alone.. haha n they will start missing us? haha.. how will life be fer them to be seniors? or rather training up to be seniors.. n next yr at tis time da same feeling tat we r feeling.. will sink into them.. its qt sad tat things pass so quickly.. faster than u can imagine.. remembering da times when tings started seemed lyk it was juz a while ago.. n how we became snrs.. all da real FUN tat we had during trainin and all tat is left after trg where we stone ard raffles city.. suntec.. will be over soon.. next year will be a new yr fer da jnrs as they take up da role n haf FUN! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm canoeing n dboat is not over yet.. hhaha theres still safsa? haha or maybe ntu or nus? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired*. -peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108955477284556009?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108955477284556009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108955477284556009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955477284556009' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108941708759801230</id><published>2004-07-10T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T07:51:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 mins b4 i haf to go to trg. hmm.. so tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to sae juz tat hope tat everyone will perform well? work hard ey. 11 daes more.. heh. haven really did anywork but i went fer TUITION yesterdae.. hmm haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNY KANG: i will not be late.. NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. it was qt alright.. juz tat i am damn tired* good luck fer pple reporting fer listening in 1 hr 17 mins time :) bah* all da best.. open yr ears bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee teck: i am not so retarded to tag tat kind of stoopid messages on yr blog.. stoopid guessing game.. i am not so free la.. crazy.. goodness. its not me lor.. wadeva.. i dun really care anywae.. #$%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;out of no where msg me "is it YOU tat was tagging my tagboard" i was lyk HUH.. dang* $%&amp;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spinning. Forca - Nelly Furtado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108941708759801230?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108941708759801230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108941708759801230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108941708759801230' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108928976814660773</id><published>2004-07-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T20:29:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap.. 4got abt my bro's bdae.. sorrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae &lt;strong&gt;happy bdae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y did da goldfish scold me?.. dot dot dot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108928976814660773?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108928976814660773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108928976814660773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108928976814660773' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108924545634274124</id><published>2004-07-08T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T08:10:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slping in school training slping n da cycle repeats everydae.. abt 40 daes to prelims.. n i hardly did anything. i am so so so dead.. theres practically no time.. nothing left after trainin tat allows mugging.. trainin is exactly the same as june.. juz tat now theres &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple r falling ill.. take care ya. :) in abt 3 weeks time.. its over :) yea. its over.. da jnrs will take over hope they will do a good job.. although i cant really imagine it heh. nvm. its alr da last stretch of da season. haha better perform well pple.. last comp. last one. :) its veri boring as usual.. i am in da library at 8.06am so hardworking ey?&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/6550853-108924545634274124?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108924545634274124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108924545634274124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108924545634274124' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108903809987829529</id><published>2004-07-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:37:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>portugal - greece&lt;br /&gt;   0     -   1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. sad.. trg todae was alrite.. spiderman2 was alrite. nothing much to blog abt.. juz tat i onli slpt 1 hr last nite.. :D tired* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108903809987829529?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108903809987829529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108903809987829529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903809987829529' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108877616642963678</id><published>2004-07-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T21:49:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. 15.25hrs to training :) heh.. good luck to pple having physics tml.. nothing to blog abt haha.. life is all abt trg n more trg n slping n more slping haha -grins-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108877616642963678?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108877616642963678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108877616642963678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877616642963678' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108843228787207339</id><published>2004-06-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:18:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good trg.. haven touch gym fer a mth.. puke.. n broke.. but nvm i will recover by wed.. lets go lets go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green boat red boat.. no no neber ever.. we will catch up stroke by stroke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm nik told us a interesting story.. which is qt well said.. i tink i will tell da jnrs :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats abt it.. i am dead* really dead* attend my funeral peeps.. haha nites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go jnrs.. 2nd dae of terms tml. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108843228787207339?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108843228787207339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108843228787207339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843228787207339' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108834475795327675</id><published>2004-06-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:59:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good trg.. heh.. cap todae.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes.. good luck to jnrs.. hahaha clear everything ya :) rest well.. enjoy last min muggings :) peace out. slpin time. skool starts tml.. sighs.. wasted da whole holis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108834475795327675?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108834475795327675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108834475795327675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834475795327675' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108826313574426233</id><published>2004-06-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:18:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trainin todae was good.. haha we did something different from normal.. haha we had tis wrestle game.. its not really a game.. its veri cardio n endurance.. fight on fight on kind of thing.. a box 3x3 on sand... n 2 pple wrestle each other.. no striking no scrateching n usual stuff.. no balls n all tat.. whoever reaches 3 pt first wins.. pin down 20s = 3 pts.. ringout = 0.5 pts nik has good technique.. really good technique.. so does yina.. they were both veri calm n grab n pin pple down at da right time.. hmm.. great.. so fierce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was "playing" wif shiwei.. it was darn long.. haha pushing n pushing.. btw SHIWEI is DARN STRONG.. veri veri powerful.. tink twice b4 u wan to fight wif him.. anywae after tat i played wif pekhong oso.. hes oso darn strong.. piangs he grabbed my balls la.. ouch* lol doesnt matter it was a game.. accidents happen :) i am weakling :) BOSS is darn fierce.. Boss won steph. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anywae.. todae bottle training was good oso.. we managed to get personal best.. n fer 3 sets.. it was ard da same timing.. :) great.. improvement.. hmm.. den after tat was starts.. which was alrite oso.. todaes training was basically good. :) tml training agains.. hmm nothing much to blog abt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alr saw da list fer nationals.. as in whos rowing wad craft.. n how many r rowing n how many are not.. shall not post here. u all can find out yrself thru nik.. anywae pple.. fight fer da place.. it doesnt come easy.. it takes lots of effort.. better fight fer it.. cos anyone can remove da space or take da space from u if u dun work fer it.. :) all da wae.. LAST MONth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae abt wad tim said on da team board.. i am veri suprised.. by da mental strength of da gers.. specifically JUDY n LIYANNA.. they really had strong mental.. lyk wad u all know.. wad we did tat dae.. i was qt surpised abt da spirit of da gers.. n their ability to fight on fight on.. when all da jnr guys die in silent.. hmm.. liyanna can push herself till she cant hear n blurred vision n she still goes on n on.. whereas the GUYs...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk wad tim said.. da gers were da angels.. n da guys were living hell... maybe its time to really wake up.. b4 tings really go out of hand.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember?.. ABC - don argue. don bargain. don complain. we were plannin to fer a run tat dae.. n da jnrs went.. "i tink we need more time to focus on rowing.. can we not run?.." hmm thus da run was cancelled.. hmm.. doesnt matter wad i sae.. if it doesnt sink into their heads.. da mindset will neber change.. wadeva left to be said was alr said by tim on da team board.. alrite.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUG hard jnrs.. enjoy mugging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108826313574426233?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108826313574426233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108826313574426233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826313574426233' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108808047503454097</id><published>2004-06-24T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T20:35:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh nothing much haf been happening fer da past few daes.. n my mind hasnt been working.. its juz trainin trainin n more training.. everydae wake up train. go home slp.. wake up train go home slp.. other than on mondae.. where we did tis crazy tim gym.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of 20 reps dumbbell bench press&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of 20 reps incline bench press&lt;br /&gt;10 sets of pectoral flys 20 reps &lt;br /&gt;10 sets of 20 reps tricep.&lt;br /&gt;1 set 60 reps tricep.&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of 20 reps tis chest machine.. where u pull da weights in front of u.. dunno wad is it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess wad.. i couldnt do even 1 pushup da next dae.. heh.. &lt;strong&gt;I AM WEAK.&lt;/strong&gt; haha veri &lt;strong&gt;WEAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than tat i tink theres nothing much.. we did some technique correction.. n we r moving faster now.. alrite great.. nik saes tat our technique sucks.. as in theres big problems.. means we haf alot to CATCH UP!!! bah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe wad to write abt alr.. heh.. haven been using my brains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del: take care. :)&lt;br /&gt;shijia: take care. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108808047503454097?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108808047503454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108808047503454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808047503454097' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108783145647719266</id><published>2004-06-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:24:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ted told me tis.. haha let me absorb it first.. i pasted it over cos its easier to read.. when da whole paragraph is togeda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to overcome the anxieties and depressions of contemporary life, individuals must become independent of the social env to the degree that they no longer respond exclusively in terms of its rewards and punuishment. to achieve such autonomy, a person hs to learn to provide rewards to herself. she has to develop the ability to find enjoyment and purpose regardless of external circumstances&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/6550853-108783145647719266?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108783145647719266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108783145647719266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783145647719266' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108782520405242831</id><published>2004-06-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:53:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ITS OVER.. ALL OVER..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea todae was good.. after wad we were supposed to do.. we went fer lunch.. n den we went to GYM n soccer.. haha abt 4hrs of tat.. :) enjoyed* haha damn tired* now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more than 24 hrs.. since my last race fer dboat in acjc.. as a acjc rower.. its over.. its over alr.. i din feel really great? sense of satisfaction? not really.. i juz felt tat.. a slight tinge of mixed feelings?.. moody?.. disappointment?.. i dunno i dun really noe how i really am feeling or is feeling.. its juz tat i feel tat i din achieve wad i wanted to.. theres some looophole.. or rather da season din end as wad i would lyk it to be.. its kinda like i know i can achieve.. but not everyone feels tat wae.. so its lyk a dative bond kinda ting.. i dunno how da other guys feel.. but to me.. i din get wad i wanted.. although tat maybe da "BEST" race we had done.. my last one.. i dun feel satisfied leaving da team lyk tat.. hmm maybe i will join canoeing n dboat in da future to achieve wad i lost or rather wad i did not get out of it.. maybe its a selfish approach.. as it da line to drawn more to a ME den TEAM.. its juz my personal feelings.. things n memories tat i will remember fer life.. ocassional happiness? wif lots of diappointment.. n rising up agains. bouncing back up.. but still not there yet.. deep down inside i dun tink i feel good.. i dunno... i am having lots of these mixed feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ever i am not doing anything i am lyk sitting there listening or stoning.. my mind will drift.. n all these comes back.. da flashback of everything.. da expression of everyone.. wad i saw when i turned ard after da race.. teammates TEAMMATES.. their faces.. their expressions.. many of it are still in my mind.. right after da race.. i turned ard n looked at all of them... although i din see everyone.. i remembered all those tat i saw.. especially pekhong.. shiwei n tim.. i saw their faces.. to me they &lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt; look &lt;strong&gt;contented.. satisfied..&lt;/strong&gt; i dunno maybe its juz how i viewed it.. i might be wrong.. but from da expressions.. it din convinced me.. at least till now it didnt.. i noe its too late to regret.. i dun tink i am regretting nor am i acting as some sore loser.. i am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.. i wun be.. wads over is over.. i cant change it.. noone can.. its mayeb juz remember wad happen n not let it happen agains.. wad done is done.. its juz a matter of letting things go.. n moving on.. making n opeing new paths.. fer us to walk in da LAST mth of our batch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz tat its lyk wad kenneth said..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;we can onli INDUCE.. its how all of u wanna do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may haf succeeded in many waes.. i dunno.. personally.. i dun see many.. but at least fer now i still feel tat da 2yrs in dboat had not gone to waste.. all tis is still worthwhile.. I CHANGED.. i saw some of my teammates CHANGED.. fer da better of course.. i feel tat.. i did change but i dunno how much.. doesnt really matter to me.. its over alr.. dboat in acjc.. hmm i will remember it.. it will 4ever be at da back of me.. da memories.. da footsteps tat pple left in me.. da things tat we gone through togeda.. i everything.. i will remember u pple.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will write agains when i sort out my feelings :S hmm its abit messy now.. at least fer now.. i wonder did da guys excite ted. *i dun tink so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer all i noe.. i noe i rowed to da best of my abilites.. given my fitness n everything.. i really gave my everything.. i tried my best.. is tis wad i deserved in da end?.. i shldnt be asking tis question.. but it juz came.. alrite.. i wun answer it.. there will juz be a big "?".. to wad i wan to noe.. did i not work fer it.. did we not try hard enuff.. maybe everything was too late.. 6 mths PAST.. can u believed it.. we were snrs fer 6mths.. i still feel tat theres alot of HOLES.. left behind.. i really mean holes.. as in things tat weaken it.. i wast really contented n satisfied tat my whole 2 yr of dboat season ended lyk tat.. tats juz how i feel.. tats ME not TEAM.. however contentment n satisfaction is qt subjective.. some maybe some might not its juz so happen i am not.. u cant blame me fer tat.. i am sorry abt it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out*   -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108782520405242831?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108782520405242831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108782520405242831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782520405242831' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108774693803161399</id><published>2004-06-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T00:22:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun feel it.. hmm nothing to blog abt.. actually theres alot to sae.. i juz feel its inappropiate. tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veri happy fer da gers :) good job. so happy fer u all*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108774693803161399?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108774693803161399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108774693803161399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108774693803161399' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108766504935970854</id><published>2004-06-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:10:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy dae :) &lt;br /&gt;veri tired*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108766504935970854?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108766504935970854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108766504935970854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766504935970854' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108756362415324638</id><published>2004-06-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T21:25:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dont't aim at success -- the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must be ensued... as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a course greater than oneself&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek for the betterment of yourself&lt;br /&gt;and not seek things which mean you are better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-some stuff tat kenneth said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to think abt... i tink its qt true haha after giving some thoughts abt it.. i dun use to think tis wae.. hmm haha+ maybe i am wrong.. seeking betterment of yourself.. n not things which mean u r better.. so its trying to sae tat da coin is not important.. n tat da process is wad matters.. n da coin juz come as a bonus kinda ting.. i dun really believe in it in da past.. n i dun really noe if i believe in it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to tink tat since others haf 2 hands n u haf 2 hands everyone used da same paddle.. if u haf a shorter body.. shorter arms.. u use other avaliable muscles.. or waes to make yr stroke more efficient.. n pple will be converting 80% of their power into water.. n u can convert 90% .. thus so wad if yr body is shorT?. .. arms not long enuff? use other body parts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the outcome cannot be based on others..&lt;br /&gt;ever seen some ppl who lose and get frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;becoz these ppl gauged success on beating ppl&lt;br /&gt;-some stuff tat kenneth said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat i thought was qt true hmm.. haha i will think abt it more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dont't aim at success -- the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must be ensued... as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a course greater than oneself&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108756362415324638?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108756362415324638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108756362415324638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756362415324638' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108747605424987496</id><published>2004-06-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:40:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yest was a crappy dae.. i was on my wae home.. i coughed.. den i was lyk eh.. y is there blood.. or rather blood taste.. *sound disgusting* alrite.. later theres a few more times.. den i drank water.. n went to slp.. when i woke up at lyk 7+ i realised i had fever.. n my throat was darn pain.. so my mum called my family doc.. n its not ard.. its some relief doc.. so i went to my neighbour's family doc.. (my parents n neighbours are veri good frens.. haha friendly neighbourhood).. den i yup.. da doc is veri close to my place.. 5 mins walk?.. went there n its was serving number 4... i was number 12.. theres a tv there.. watched mr bean.. haha.. den i went in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; da doc went.. "do u have any allergy?.. medical problems?.. &lt;strong&gt;TB&lt;/strong&gt;.. high blood pressure.. heart disease.." den i was lyk no... den he asked do i smoke? do i drink.. haha den i said no.. it was damn farnie.. da wae he spoke.. fer da whole ting.. its is lyk u muz be there kind of ting.. haha anywae.. he said i have throat infection.. n gave.. 18 antibiotics.. means i will become weaker... crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm todae.. theres training.. i told my parents there wasnt.. so i could leave da house.. i told them i wun be in da sun.. all tat.. yup.. n i sort of ended up quarreling wif my dad.. *dun wish to blog abt it* i din do much todae.. juz cox.. n tats it.. they played games.. i joined in fer 1.. i couldnt even row properly.. i felt darn weak.. lyk i get veri tired.. n my muscles r juz not working.. weakling.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATurdae. is a dae to look forward to.. it marks da last few times.. rowing.. in a dboat.. as a student in acjc.. :( *sob* it also marks da end of dboat season.. which means da start of canoeing intensive.. jnrs will haf their break.. hope they use it wisely n stardie :) actually even if u dun.. n end up failing everything it doesnt matter.. they wun make u drop subject in mid yr.. juz tat u will feel lyk crap.. n yr parents wun be happy. haha so.. use yr time wisely :) haha.. *JUNEFEST*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108747605424987496?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108747605424987496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108747605424987496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108747605424987496' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108737144725291637</id><published>2004-06-16T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:37:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many a times. we often missed out alot of little details.. while doing things.. lyk wad have others did fer us.. n wad sacrifices those pple had made in order to be there.. have we ever appreciated them? what have we done fer them.. have we ever sat down n thought abt wads going on in these pple minds.?.. y are they making those sacrifices? why? why? why? do they haf to do it? they definintely haf a choice but they choose it.. sometimes. we may not understand.. but i guess everyone.. shld be more aprreciative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired*. drained*..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108737144725291637?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108737144725291637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108737144725291637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737144725291637' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108722175391647633</id><published>2004-06-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:02:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed out a pt.. i am veri happy fer da gers :) =cheers= all da wae.. good job mans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108722175391647633?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108722175391647633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108722175391647633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722175391647633' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108722065900745209</id><published>2004-06-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:44:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok things has not been moving da wae it shld be.. disappointment?* went to weiyuan place to stay over last nite.. n 4got abt my blog pass n username n bloger was down yest... so i din blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment*.. i feel as if da world is collasping.. i haven recovered from it yet n i dun tink i will recover from it anytime soon.. although i already expected it.. or rather i see it coming.. has we not been training hard enuff? i have been training really hard.. have everyone been?.. i feel lost.. y can we train so hard n yet do so badly? am i to be blamed? was it my fault.? fuck. after da 24men crew.. which 2 weeks b4 da race i gave up hope on.. n 1 week b4 da race.. i changed my believe.. n it didnt change i guess? rj onli rowed once!.. n they could beat us.. onli ONCE.. n we r down at kallang almost everydae training out hearts out.. is tat wat we get?.. HAVE u pple woke up? have u pple rowed yr best? have u pple did wad u could? have u pple did home trg? did u slack during trg? or have u been thinking.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH FUCK I FEEL TIRED I FEEL DA PAIN.. I SHALL STOP LOSING A FEW STROKES IS OK.. I GOT MY TEAM TO PULL MY WEIGHT..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have been thinking lyk tat.. fuck u.. we had team talk after da whole ting.. it din really tured out good.. i totally agree in wad nicholas said.. da sacrfices. never ending times of disappointment heartaches.. unaprreciative pple.. sadness.. n all da bullshit tat has been going on.. it has to stop FUCKIN stop.. or we will move no where from here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was veri disappointed n sad.. n took kenneth fung dboat tank.. n threw it into kallang basin.. kenneth juz looked at him *lost* is tat all tat tank means to u.. it hitted me qt hard.. i was at da moment.. *lost* *angered* *thinking- wtf is happening* i really dunno wad to sae.. n i still feel lyk.. why?why?why?.. why did he do tat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple often complain abt others not nice to them.. not lyking them? not able to communicate wif them.. have they ever tired understanding tat person.. wad he has gone thru wad sacrficies. he had made.. wad he went thru before.. HAVE they everED EVERED try EVEN fucking gif it a try to be in their shoes.. n do wad they did.. HAVE U EVERED?.. personally.. i am veri touched wif wad they gone thru ... wad they said.. da sacrfices they made.. i respect them i do.. i really do.. sorrie tat i blew at u.. it was juz at tat moment i really cant believe wad was happening.. splitting a k2 pair up at least time.. its really unacceptable.. i still cant accept it.. 2 friends.. rowing togeda fer 1.5 yrs.. being splitted at tis pt of time.. noone could haf took it.. *SORRIE* i also saw a different side of kenneth todae.. all da snrs were not really in place todae.. too much was said.. he went went ard trying to console us telling us that its not over still hope.. i really aprreciated it *thanks* *respect* *respect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe wad we r going thru.. whole bunch of lost pple.. i want to achieve something.. i do not want to fucking walk out after 2 yrs.. wasting all my time.. n achieved nothing.. n ended up in screwing my stardies.. i wan to make sure all these will not go to waste n tat everything i do i will do it to my best.. n in the end AT LEAST noeing i have tried my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has been said alot has been done.. is juz tat alot was not shown.. its not the process that matters its da end product.. tat really counts.. if u really worked hard.. y did u not make it.. wHY!!! WHY!!! WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believed tat we didnt take wad nicholas said during dec seriously.. if we had listened.. n kept da distance tis will not have happen.. we will not be in tis spot.. BUT.. if we had did tat.. we wun haf the numbers tat we haf now.. although numbers are not VERI important.. its still important to be able to at least fill up a 24 men.. being nice to pple sometimes u do not get aprreciation n respect from them.. u end up getting climbed over.. n stepped all over the floor.. being snrs we couldnt treat da jnrs da wae tat the snrs treated us.. we tried but its juz not us.. u do not do tat to pple even if u dun even noe them or hate them i believe its juz not us.. theres really nothing we could do abt it at tat time.. haven we been tellin them wad to do n wad not to? haven we been reminding them? haven we did alot of punishment? wasnt the punishment hard enuff? haven we tried our best.. have they ever gotten it into their fucking heads? do we need to run them over.. destroy ther ego.. destroy all of their body to make them feel it?.. haven we done our paRT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WAD the HELL is HAPPENING!!! WAD the HELL is HAPPENING!!! WAD the HELL is HAPPENING!!! WAD the HELL is HAPPENING!!! WAD the HELL is HAPPENING!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108722065900745209?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108722065900745209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108722065900745209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722065900745209' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108705341915986460</id><published>2004-06-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:16:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>team lunch at kenny rogers..&lt;br /&gt;alrite alrite.. da food wasnt as nice.. maybe juz tat branch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade n found a space to gif out tanktops.. after tat SQUEEZE... &lt;br /&gt;den JIA YOU JIA YOU JIA YOU.. after that smart kenneth went to push some air tree.. lyk a ballon.. n got scolded.. great job.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we say tis grp of pple tat was farniely dressed.. veri weirdly dressed veri AA.. its a lyk u muz be there kinda ting.. alrite.. den there was 3 security guards ard them  juz in case they cause trouble.. hmm strange pple.. haha met pek n took team photo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha went to play LAN.. weizhe da onli guy tat is good among da jnr team haha.. went carrefour met da gers.. payed n got security check.. hmm da security guards tot we were thiefs oh wels..&lt;br /&gt;cos pek was lyk putting a bottle of dranked milk back to da shelf.. n acting as if he din see anything.. n tis fella was staring at him giving him tat.. "u better take it down.. or i will send u to jail" kinda face.. he took it down.. n we paid.. we were gonna pay anywae... neber tot of cheating them lyk $1+ which is retarded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da guard tot we stole a cap tat weiyuan bought in da afternoon.. luckily he got dda receipt or we will be lyk in qt alot of trouble.. although we reli din steal anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm YES.. tml is da dae.. ITS COMING.. haha FINALLY... dboat nationals EVERYONE !! REST WELL.. row lyk u haf neber rowed b4... i believe we can do it pple.. yes we can..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108705341915986460?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108705341915986460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108705341915986460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705341915986460' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108697059560697886</id><published>2004-06-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T00:16:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good dae :) smile*- eveyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108697059560697886?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108697059560697886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108697059560697886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697059560697886' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108675261894421506</id><published>2004-06-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T11:43:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ponders* *ponders*.. sigh sighs sighss..troubled.. i dunno by wad.. i juz feel troubled.. i dun feel normal.. maybe cos i am reminded.. or maybe cos i thought abt it.. doesnt matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tink anyone noes wad i am blogging abt.. i dun really noe wad i actually wan to sae.. wad i actually wan to do.. how actually am i feeling.. wad is there to be done.. wad is there left.. how is it moving.. how is going to be.. i cant believe wad i am alwaes tinking abt.. haiya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundae.. .sundae.. its coming.. yea.. lets kill..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108675261894421506?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108675261894421506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108675261894421506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675261894421506' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108670399232288209</id><published>2004-06-08T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:13:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trg was good.. had a trashing session b4 trg.. which helped wake da guys up.. i tink it was rather late but at least they woke up.. wif da help of bill n eugene.. it spurred them on.. felt a great sense of achievement.. however our boat is not right todae.. its juz not right.. we r having problems.. sitting problems.. stroke?.. nvm we will work on it.. last trg left lets go.. i feel tat prob todae felt lyk a off dae.. as in it wasnt really veri training todae.. i dunno y.. but i juz feel tat.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108670399232288209?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108670399232288209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108670399232288209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670399232288209' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108661984162106819</id><published>2004-06-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:50:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hp is qt a stoopid show.. heh.. so flashback.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;ate at cartel.. all of us are so so comical.. everyone did somthing stoopid... haha enjoy.. lol trg tml agains :) *tired.. no refections.. hmm brain not working&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108661984162106819?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108661984162106819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108661984162106819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661984162106819' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108653326248052806</id><published>2004-06-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:21:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped off SDBA website.. SDBA slogan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DRAGON BOAT PADDLING CAN PROVIDE AN ENTIRE LIFETIME OF ENJOYMENT AS IT INCULCATES TEAM SPIRIT AND BONDING, CHARACTER AND LEADERSHIP DEVELOPMENT.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108653326248052806?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108653326248052806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108653326248052806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653326248052806' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108652901803806147</id><published>2004-06-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T21:36:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. i went back to FOP agains.. yest.. dunno y.. but i juz went.. hmm oh wels... maybe winny was rite.. wo hai shi hui qu.. alrite alrite.. anywae it was not a lot different.. juz tat we sat at da upperdeck.. hmm.. zhenghao seems to be stoning through out.. wonder wads going thru his mind.. *ponder* *ponder* oh wel.. ya.. went to ash place to slp n trained todae.. heh.. sorri ash lol.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoeing trg was good.. as in todae conditions was good n everything.. n we did our 1st 1 k sprint.. hmm alrite alrite.. dboat was lousy.. hmm maybe da jnrs woke up alr.. at da end of trg.. the boat moved alot faster during da end of trg.. hmm hope they really woke up.. YEa.. at least they learnt something todae.. hope tat it will become better.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! no TIME left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae.. i din really lyk it.. :S alrite alrite.. i am veri drained.. n tired... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108652901803806147?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108652901803806147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108652901803806147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652901803806147' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108637008225619077</id><published>2004-06-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T01:28:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to FOP todae.. went home n almost missed my last train.. heh luckily.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its qt alrite.. da atmosphere was veri veri veri similar to CHC.. hmm.. its qt alrite.. crowded?.. hmm i feel tat different pple take it differently.. i juz feel tat it will take time to accept tings.. n believe in it.. different pple will oso view tings differently.. lyk havin a different approach.. to their metality n mind set... a christian can be a christian.. n be a strong believer whether he goes to church anot.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk wad judy said.. &lt;strong&gt;*quote*&lt;/strong&gt; even in a hot stuffy room with no proper technology would one be able to worship? sometime people already place barriers for themselves subconsciously telling themselves that it's just going to be yet another boring worship session &lt;strong&gt;*unquote*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe tat if one juz goes to church every sundae faithfully.. tat doesnt make him a christian either.. going to church every week doesnt change u if u set on not to change it.. i believe tat there are definitely pple tat claim to be christians tat go to church every week n onli do wadeva they shld do on sundae.. n on other dae they go on havoc.. alrite.. i tink its qt sensitive.. n actually i tot fer qt a long time b4 actually deciding to blog on tis.. feeling tat maybe it could be kept as a memory.. something tat i will remember abt it da future.. i tink its take time.. really its does.. personally.. i still cant really accept it.. n tat i dun really believe everything abt it.. even though many pple told me abt it.. hmmm alrite.. sorri.. its late.. time to bathe n slp.. nites.* peace out^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108637008225619077?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108637008225619077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108637008225619077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637008225619077' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108631430472129920</id><published>2004-06-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:58:24.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved to www.xrayed.blogspot.com please update thx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550853-108631430472129920?l=xrayed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108631430472129920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550853/posts/default/108631430472129920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xrayed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108631430472129920' title=''/><author><name>depressed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900180251731534582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550853.post-108631010551731427</id><published>2004-06-04T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:49:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din go training todae.. cos i tot it started too early.. n since tim is not going.. i will be rowing in a t1.. so i decided to take a break.. since i haven rested since last week.. hmm so i was planning to slp till 12 in da afternoon or even past tat.. guess wad.. my mum woke me up!! n she was lyk.. don u haf training todae.. oh gosh!.. spoilt my slp.. n i cant get to slp now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest dboat was alrite.. i tink da snr boat trg was great.. jnr boat wasnt tat good.. but i tink they r workin towards it n they r improving qt well.. hmm.. da gers boat was not bad oso i guess.. but they r alwaes so noisy.. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i tink tat having a silent boat might not be tat bad an idea.. its brings abt peacefulness.. i doesnt bring down yr morale either.. lyk having a veri noisy boat.. brings up the morale.. makin pple wan more.. i can i can.. kind of ting.. but if da noise is not too loud neiher is it soft.. as in sort of half here half there... i would rather everyone juz shut  up as it sound as if its half hearted.. kinda ting.. so maybe having a quiet boat is not tat bad.. haha den we can stealth them from behind n bite bite bite :D but having a quiet boat might is some waes bring morale down if u r not used to it.. as in theres no encouiragement to bring u on... bring u up.. make u go ah go ah.. kind of feeling.. anywae whether u realised it or not.. its onli 3 session left.. b4 nationals.. n 4 or 5 at most b4 junefest... n after tis total of 4 or 5 trg sessions.. there will be no dboat anymore..  which means da snrs n jnrs haf onli 5 more sessions to row togeda.. n in da future u will neber be able to row wif the same full team agains.. hmm have u ever thought abt tat?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less than 2 mths.. nationals will be over.. our "world" will be over.. almost over.. all da jnrs are taking over.. they will prob find their ideals.. n aims.. then.. making a better team next yr.. forming closer bonds.. n working better as a team as tats da final aim to achieve in a team sport.. we will den go to a muging mode.. as prelims then will be onli 2 weeks away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during rowing its easy to get demoralised.. n be discouraged. n when going tough.. u might have da thought of juz throwing yr paddle awae n stop rowing... giving up.. n juz letting go.. but when u was thinking abt all these.. have u thought of others trying their best to achieve some aim in their minds?.. when tat thought comes.. r u pullin as much power as b4?.. r u actually bringing da others down?.. lyk wad they alwaes sae.. u dun wan to bring down da others in da boat juz becos of yr selfishness.. does the thought of yr teammates not pulling hard enuff comes into yr mind?.. u dun trust them?.. all these should not even appear at tis pt so so close.. we r almost there.. rEAL close.. onli 3 trgs more.. theres nothing much we can do.. juz hoping tat on tat dae itself.. we onli haf &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; RACE.. onli &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; hope tat everyone can hunger fer more n juz pull n pull n pull n more pull n more pull n even more pull.. we can do it.. juz haf to keep da metality in mind.. our triump card.. remember.. pull pull pull pull! keep going.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often many of us lose out on da joys frm rowing cos of selfishness.. alwaes onli thinking abt yrself.. n neber putting others over u.. if everyone can haf da same mindsets. we will do it.. we can do 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