<?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-5762096</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:37:16.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>£térñàl §í£éñçè</title><subtitle type='html'>You aren't supposed to be here.. screw off please</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762096.post-116975750899274157</id><published>2007-01-26T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:38:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taken off a friend's blog, thought it was pretty meaningful.The Road Not TakenRobert Frost (1874 - 1963)TWO roads  diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one  traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it  bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And  having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/116975750899274157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/116975750899274157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2007_01_21_archive.html#116975750899274157' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-116454788295591205</id><published>2006-11-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:31:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You scored as Linguistics. You should be a Linguistics major!Theater100%Linguistics100%Engineering92%Psychology83%Philosophy83%Mathematics83%Dance67%Sociology67%Anthropology58%Chemistry58%English58%Biology33%Art33%Journalism25%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/116454788295591205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/116454788295591205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116454788295591205' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-115928421260834863</id><published>2006-09-26T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:30:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capitalism is epitomical of human nature, conversely, communism seeks to cover up the flaws in human nature.Communism ;1.a theory or system of social organization based on the holding of all property in common, actual ownership being ascribed to the community as a whole or to the state.2.(often initial capital letter) a system of social organization in which all economic and social activity is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/115928421260834863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/115928421260834863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2006_09_24_archive.html#115928421260834863' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-115747057153433406</id><published>2006-09-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:36:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see... I've revamped the blog, but it still looks as slipshot as ever. But that doesn't really matter right? Afterall, aren't blogs about yourself, and not how your blogs look like?Well.. Since I don't really plan to be active, and my promotional exams are coming.. I don't see any reason to be active on blogspot anyway. I should be more focused on studying.On that note, i utterly detest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/115747057153433406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/115747057153433406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2006_09_03_archive.html#115747057153433406' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-112178026705624585</id><published>2005-07-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:37:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First time I be blogging in some time. No particular reason why I shouldn't, seeing that I have the need to rant and rave.My mum seems to be prejudiced against me. Whenever I see her, she starts nagging. I should stay away from home for prolonged periods of time. I mean, who would care? :) Afterall, home is not the only place where I have access to a computer. Bloody fool you.First things first. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/112178026705624585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/112178026705624585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112178026705624585' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111707735733762798</id><published>2005-05-26T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:15:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swearing by compulsion without self control is a weakness. It also shows strong emotion, and if you are getting that emotional thats not good. Not good to be controlled by emotions and not be able to control them or a product (swearing) of them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111707735733762798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111707735733762798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111707735733762798' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111616570715742814</id><published>2005-05-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:01:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mon - whole of sec 4Tues - back 1/2 sec 3Wed - remaining sec 3Thurs - back 1/2 sec 2Fri -Finish sec 2Sat, sun break catch up on sleep.Mon - sec 1 back 1/2Tues - finish sec 1Wed, thurs, fri - RevisionSat + sun final revision.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111616570715742814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111616570715742814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111616570715742814' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111598986115449588</id><published>2005-05-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:11:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a few things I need to address.1. What is so wrong with the word fuck? Seriously, does it sound bad? Is it degrading? Think about it.    * Fuck can be used as a verb both transitive (he fucked her) and intransitive (she was fucked by him).    * a active verb (he really gives a fuck),    * a passive verb (she really doesn`t give a fuck),    * an adverb (she is fucking interested in him) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111598986115449588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111598986115449588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111598986115449588' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111573121064042704</id><published>2005-05-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:20:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Except from http://sophistication.easyjournal.com/entry.aspx?eid=2518814The following concerns a question in a physics degree exam at the University of Copenhagen:"Describe how to determine the height of a skyscraper with a barometer."One student replied:"You tie a long piece of string to the neck of the barometer, then lower the barometer from the roof of the skyscraper to the ground. The length</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111573121064042704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111573121064042704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111573121064042704' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111561076771405183</id><published>2005-05-09T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:35:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha! So I get suspended from school. Whatever. On accounts of 5/6 charges? What nonsense. Sirhan sure is good at coming up with nonexistant reasons for suspension.. I agree with anyone who thinks so too! I mean, which idiot sends students home in the middle of the day to show that going home in the middle of the day is wrong? gee.For the more ignorant ones, what happened on monday, 9th may 2005.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111561076771405183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111561076771405183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111561076771405183' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111081786129702975</id><published>2005-03-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:31:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The backbone of Singapore is easily crippled.Why? We all know that tourism plays a large part in Singapore's economy. Don't believe me? Take for example, the recent strike by the SIA pliots? Why did the Government give in to them? Because without them, Singapore's tourism would be totally crippled. And when that happens, the effect that it has on Singapore's economy would be terrible. Why would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111081786129702975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111081786129702975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111081786129702975' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111029010286429945</id><published>2005-03-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:55:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I just love my job. Check out my job description. "Go to school and get good grades to rule the world." Actually, it isn't mine. It's Dustin's. I just love it, wouldn't you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111029010286429945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111029010286429945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111029010286429945' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-111012142546756231</id><published>2005-03-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:03:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hereby conclude that the Government is retarded.1. Oh... so the government gives couples baby bonuses eh? So.. How come we don't have educational subsidies? Guess what? Education costs money. Reality check there. Are you so short sighted?So.. you want a greater population growth in Singapore, yes? So.. you tempt couples with cash bonuses, tax reductions. Pretty clever, or so you think, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111012142546756231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/111012142546756231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111012142546756231' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110916559425157602</id><published>2005-02-23T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:33:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love pissing teachers off.It's just me. There's no escaping it either. I make comments to irritate the irritating teachers. How about a taste of your own medicine? Doesn't it taste sweet? Revenge. Is. Sweet.Since I'm not after my English teacher's blood now. I HAD to. I MUST. I PICKED a new target. Sorry, but I couldn't help it.Amy Chua. I dare say she's the  most boring teacher. Combine that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916559425157602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916559425157602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110916559425157602' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110916502899816003</id><published>2005-02-23T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:23:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discrimination.It happens everywhere. There's no avoiding it. You either do it subconsciously or consciously. Even teachers do it. And the best thing about it is... They don't even know.The more common ones are the ones regarding skin colour. I won't bother to dwell into that. Although it is one of the major worngs of a humanity. There's actually nothing that I can say about it. And yet not make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916502899816003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916502899816003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110916502899816003' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110916405103351275</id><published>2005-02-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:07:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Law Wai Cheung and Vince Tan.Oh.. look.. What do we have here? A couple made in Heaven constantly bickering. Who said couples can't fight over small things? In case you don't know, there's such a thing out there called lover's tiff.1.Don't try to argue that they aren't a match made in Heaven. Look, their intelligence level is about the same, just that one is more effeminate than the other. See.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916405103351275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110916405103351275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110916405103351275' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110836687835177922</id><published>2005-02-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:41:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's day!Hey! Look! It's Valentine's day and guess what? I'm staying at home killing time. lolZ. I suppose that definately beats Amanda having to do training under the supervision of her most hated teacher. *laughs* I'd definately rather be at home. Than in Amanda's situation.Gee.. I've got so much homework today.. And teachers were like saying something about going out with gf to study. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110836687835177922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110836687835177922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110836687835177922' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110656510926217218</id><published>2005-01-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:11:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Heng Guek BoonMore than ever. 6 of my classmates failed their chinese biweekly retest. And he scolds them for show attitude. I should go and write a petition to fire him. Seriously. He sucks. Those 6 of my classmates failed because they are naturally weak in chinese. What? You think just because they failed it means that they are showing attitude? I think you happen to be the one witht </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110656510926217218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110656510926217218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110656510926217218' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110613947762422436</id><published>2005-01-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:57:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hate.You know, I've had a resolution to not hate anyone. But this guy, he really qualifies for it.How it happened-Oh it was a bright and sunny morning. Until that old fucktard had to go and book a slot to meet me during recess. And for what freaking reason? He had no reason to.Recess.-So I went to find him la! I didn't expect anything what. Instead guess what? I get KPKB-ed at becuase I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110613947762422436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110613947762422436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110613947762422436' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110597174311385155</id><published>2005-01-17T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:27:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current status.Insane.I'll tell you why.Today I got to school 1 hour earlier than what I usually reach school. Guess what I did in that spare time?1. Run around waving and saying "hi!" to everyone I meet, mainly outside my classroom. During the hall thingy.. My form tutor ask me to keep quiet.. I just merely nodded, smiled and waved at her. Saying "hi!" Already over the edge, don't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110597174311385155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110597174311385155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110597174311385155' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110597106183740070</id><published>2005-01-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:11:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Expectations"I certainly know that you are capable of acheiving more than what you're giving.." -Mrs Amy chua [She can teach for nuts man. She proclaims that E-maths is a simple subject. But guess what? Before Mr lam came in to take over form her in sec 3.. Our class was doing crap. Wensheng, from a total failure to a 2nd in class. Guess what? You suck]"You are a very smart boy, kokjin.. I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110597106183740070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110597106183740070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110597106183740070' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110588208596307851</id><published>2005-01-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:28:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know.. I was thinking about birthday celebrations..I feel it's so meaningless to be just celebrating for your own personal gains.. cake, presents and being one year older.. I feel that it's sort of too meaningless to actually celebrate it that way..In my personal opinions, I do think instead of celebrating us, we should instead thank our parents for the fact that they have given us life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110588208596307851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110588208596307851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110588208596307851' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110535891412418885</id><published>2005-01-10T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:08:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yada yada. I'm going to be blogging events on 5th january. wednesday.After school.. I had to go meet my tyrannic english teacher for some reasons i dunno. lolZ. She tried to talk me into doing my work. And I kept replying with stupid answers.[What kind of answers do you expect for stupid questions?].. Then I made her damn pissed. So she asked me to go home whee.Then she called my mum and ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110535891412418885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110535891412418885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110535891412418885' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110474760454087180</id><published>2005-01-03T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:20:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHee. So it's the first day, of the frist week, of the first month of school for the year. So what did i do? I just messed with the teachers. Whee.That stupid english teacher all over again. She asked for holiday homework and she said that those that did not hand up will be visiting the deputy principal's office. Guess what I said? "In that case, I'll be visiting her office quite often soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110474760454087180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110474760454087180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110474760454087180' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110398609749360928</id><published>2004-12-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:48:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Songs sung during OBS sabahSaddisticDrop a bomb to kill the peopledrop an a-bomb int he squareDo it on a sunday morningwhen those people are at prayerDrop some candy in the courtyardas the children gather roundcock and load your empty rifleshose those little suckers downthrow some missles at the school housewhent he teacher ring the bellWatch the children die in laughter as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110398609749360928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110398609749360928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110398609749360928' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-110061129140695338</id><published>2004-11-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:21:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee. thailand. Hot hot hot and hot. And i thought singapore was hot. lolZ. The average daily temperature is like 34 degrees? Maddd. And guess what, the air there is sooooo totally polluted. A very big difference compared to singapore.who went with me? all my mum's sibling's family. Whee.Day 1.took plane there.. nothing much.. just blah blah blah. the only thing was that the guide had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110061129140695338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/110061129140695338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110061129140695338' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109823724006218481</id><published>2004-10-20T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:54:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaz. talk about domination. I soo totally pwnz my class in academic. And practically everyone in WC3. I'd bet that i started playing D2 way before any of you.Back to why i was making this post, I got the lowest and highest score for most subjects.Chinese -27Geog elect +Ss - 38 (after moderation)A maths 73 - (Ownz my class, there was no one who got a b3 :P)E maths 84 - (Top in class, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109823724006218481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109823724006218481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109823724006218481' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109556058651722004</id><published>2004-09-19T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T10:23:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How moronic is this educational system of singapore is? As moronic as the government I suppose. Chinese and English are both languages, what is the main purpose of languages? To communicate, to express yourself and to listen to others. Compare any PSLE/O'level Chinese language and English language paper. See any glaring differences? You don't? Then you're.. Well, as dumb as the government.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109556058651722004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109556058651722004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109556058651722004' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109275107599305774</id><published>2004-08-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:57:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee. What a fun and happy day, don't you think so?First. The whole class got d/c. 1. The d/c starts at 330, Unfair to those who don't go for chinese remedial. I wouldn't really care, since I'm in chinese remedial. HOWEVER. Since I'm not going for the dumb d/c, I CARE! So fck off and die.[who said that the would is square in the first place? Flat maybe. Square? nah.]2. You're going through a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109275107599305774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109275107599305774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109275107599305774' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109255912448457787</id><published>2004-08-13T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:38:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh. What's with this bitch by the name of Matthiews, and her problem with me? She seems to have pms every so often that it seems that she's always fertile. Too many ovaries? Or just.. too much hormones. Gee.Dumb. So, just because instead of doing a dumb piece of work that you give. I read a book. What's wrong with that? Considering the fact that the class didn't even do the work, I don't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109255912448457787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109255912448457787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109255912448457787' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109143675114702008</id><published>2004-08-02T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:52:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That last post.. was from sometime ago, i just decided to bring it back.. =D..mhmm.. I guess that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109143675114702008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109143675114702008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143675114702008' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109136890660546825</id><published>2004-08-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T22:01:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking tarded MoE's fault... I mean, who else can you blame for this stressful enviroment, this competitive Singapore, And the SO boring Singapore... I know, it is for our own good. What nonsense is this if Singapore is going to create stero-typical Singaporeans who run at the sight of trouble, migrate to other countries to study because of whatever reasons, operate services in other countries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109136890660546825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109136890660546825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136890660546825' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109128654084899712</id><published>2004-07-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T21:59:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"History is always written by the winners. When two culture clash, the loser is obliterated. And the winner writes the history books -- Books which glorfy their own cause and disparage the conquered foe. As Napoleon once said, "what is history, but a fable agreed upon?"... By it's nature, history is always a one sided account.""men go to far greater lengths to avoid what they fear than to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109128654084899712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109128654084899712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109128654084899712' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-109084252189371233</id><published>2004-07-26T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T19:48:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mhmm. Doh. Bored. Stupid people ask for what they want not what they need. Like all of mankind. They say that mankind is the most intelligent, most evolved of all species on earth. What do they know, is that this particular species, is being overrun by greed. Look at all of us, wanting stuff that we don't actually need. Money above all. Hi tech. Do we actually need hi tech? doh. We practically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109084252189371233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/109084252189371233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109084252189371233' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-108989721172356864</id><published>2004-07-15T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:13:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay yay. Update with crap huh? lolZ.. mhmm really, did my last post make sense at all? i guess not.What is there to talk about anyway? Anyway, to all those people who start a conversation with hihi or hi or hey or something like that, please stop it, will you? Please? It's very very irritating. espicially if the conversation goes dead after that. I know plenty of people who hate that. mhmm..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/108989721172356864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/108989721172356864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108989721172356864' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-108895649755014909</id><published>2004-07-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T23:54:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh. Been a fucking long time since i last update my blog. lolZ. anyway.What with all those stupid McD's advertisements all about? Nonsense. Totally. I mean, if it's so fucking good, then what are the ad's for? I mean every corner i turn, i see McD,s i'm loving it blah blah blah. McDs suck. Cheapskate bastards. It can barely fill your stomach. Why the fuck don't you spend more money making your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/108895649755014909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/108895649755014909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108895649755014909' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107789058769568353</id><published>2004-02-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T22:05:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more thing. That stupid derek teo kana saboed by the higher chinese people.. One of them go and ask Derek to ask the chinese teacher what is the meaning of Zhi Mu something then he kana 4hours detention.. Because it means Ta Ma De... lolZ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107789058769568353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107789058769568353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107789058769568353' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107788046231151760</id><published>2004-02-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T19:16:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>w A h A h A hA. Today was the most eventful day of this year. So far. First. Derek Teo, the attraction seeker who got retained in Sec2, brought his sister's pE pants [accidentally, according to him]. Then we found out about it before English lesson which was before pE. Then the english teacher come in that time we were all clapping, making a lot of noise. Then she could not teach so we ended up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107788046231151760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107788046231151760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107788046231151760' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107762325958306685</id><published>2004-02-24T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:49:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>W e E e E e E e E.. Going to fail my E-maths and physics le.. Sooooooooooooo many stuff i dunno how to do.. COnfirm fail le.. ShIt!!! Anyways, noticed that there are two types of people on GunBound. One is the despo for girls type. The other, the chao despo and horny people. I mean how else would you descrip people who make games called "Chio Bus come" Blah blah blah.. Anything that associates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107762325958306685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107762325958306685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107762325958306685' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107710949711940759</id><published>2004-02-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:06:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wah. Just helped Amanda finsh her blog. So now what should I do? Play GB? Spam her tagbo? Oh goooood idea.Anyway, our school invited some nurse who looked after people infected with AiDs to share her experience. Then blah blah blah.. I cannot remember most of it, didn't make an effort to anyway.Then at then end she tell us to make virginity a fashion statement. I should. hmm then after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107710949711940759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107710949711940759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107710949711940759' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107693575987459084</id><published>2004-02-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:51:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See lar Chum, everytime want to extra, don't want to put wallet in your pocket, walk around carrying your wallet in your hands everywhere... In your hands some more can lose it lor.. damn pro lor... lolZ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107693575987459084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107693575987459084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107693575987459084' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107676354618029869</id><published>2004-02-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:00:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiz.............................................................................................I can sigh so long you know?....... Haiz................ Go home sleep bah=/..Haiz......... I shall just spam this whole entry with HaizXX bah=/ X.XWhat to talk about? today Valentine day spend the whole day with my computer and Dustin and my MTG cards ar? So pathetic siaZ..... Good thing is. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107676354618029869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107676354618029869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107676354618029869' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107668247511999270</id><published>2004-02-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T22:29:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, it turns out that I am suffering from an extreme case of boredom today. Look, can you tell me of anyone else who blogs that much in just a few short momnets? Maybe it's just the fact that I haven't blogged for quite some time. Can you give me any other reasons as to why I am blogging so much? If not, don't ask me to go find something to do, I have had people asking me to go and study sheesh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107668247511999270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107668247511999270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107668247511999270' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107667357288574834</id><published>2004-02-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T20:01:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your wings are DRAGON wings. Massive andcovered in scales, they shimmer with strengthand magic. They are the most obvious display ofyour power - though it runs equally throughoutyour heart and mind. You are uncompromising andgrave, with a profound sense of justice. Youhave firm ideas about what is right and what iswrong and set out to fix what problems you can.You realize that you are more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107667357288574834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107667357288574834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107667357288574834' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107667006752135764</id><published>2004-02-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:02:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm more to add on the last post,Tomorrow is Valentines day, and guess what, I am going out with one of my schoolmates.. I know what you are thinking, and no i am not a gay...Sianz.. I am damn bored.. I wonder which bastard came up witht he idea of valentines day.. what a dick/hero that person was.. haiz.. I wonder how many more people is sharing the same fate as i am.. and of my age.. wad the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107667006752135764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107667006752135764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107667006752135764' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107666941156054318</id><published>2004-02-13T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:52:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiz okay, it has been a long time since i last blogged. like from the 6th of december.. Don't ask me why i put the code for the password.. my blog is mainly just a page to store "cool" HtMl codes so that i can use them if there's a need to liek the passwords.. Okay, today was total defence day weeeee.. the day started out damn lame.. bugger NcC land people come out in their unifom and started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107666941156054318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107666941156054318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107666941156054318' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107070400713088953</id><published>2003-12-06T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T17:47:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh one more thingSmith: Why, Mr. Anderson ? Why do you do it ? Why get up ? Why keep fighting ? Do you believe you're fighting for something ? For more than your survival ? Can you tell me what it is ? Do you even know ? Is it freedom ? Or truth ? Perhaps peace ? Yes ? No ? Could it be for love ? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constrects of a feeble human </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107070400713088953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107070400713088953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107070400713088953' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107070399626167762</id><published>2003-12-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T17:47:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up like 10:30 like that, didn't really do anything int he morning jus twatch kokjan who some how managed to wake up earlier then me to play the computer.. then later go downstairs and eat then take the bus go sailing liaoz lorZ.. nothing much.. go there.. then got no one there so i just stay for a while and talk kok with ervin[sji] then his father gave me a lift to the bus stop there.. come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107070399626167762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107070399626167762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107070399626167762' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107062320713438986</id><published>2003-12-05T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T19:20:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anyway, i had to go the last time, i was at a lan shop, so27th,went to the so called james bond island, why? becuase james bond filmed there ZzzzzzZ then later go and eat lunch on some floating village.. cannot remember anything else laio... i only remembered that i keep jumping on the floating boards then keep scaring everyone.. then got one hole in the floor then later one of kokjan's chair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107062320713438986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107062320713438986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107062320713438986' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-107033824264707384</id><published>2003-12-02T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T12:11:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets see, since when was the last time i blogged? since saturday.. okay...Sat, nov. 15thWoke up early like around 8 to go to school and collect the postings for which class i will be going to next year... it said 308&gt;.&lt; later went to appeal for 305.. then mr tan said that i wouled have gone into 04 if i had gotten one more mark for sci and at least passed my chinese gee.... what the heck..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107033824264707384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/107033824264707384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107033824264707384' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106881044557279710</id><published>2003-11-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:47:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't blogged for sometime.. guess i wasn't in the blogging mood.. either that or i was too busy.. so..11th..go bishan with bryan... later got bored then go arcade there... met jaNINE not jamie there... just said hi then go liao -.-"Afterwards go his jhouse there and play d2.. knn addicted to D2 liaoZ...12th.. wedgo dustin house and play d2!! Make hammer din.. ZzzzzzzzZ13. thursmet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106881044557279710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106881044557279710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106881044557279710' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106846273450229360</id><published>2003-11-10T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T20:12:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhh!! Back to civilisation. at last.. after 4 long days at camp... in the lousy malaysia... Anyway, this entry will be relaly long.. Why? coz i will be blogging for 4 days get it? ANyway,Day1Wake up at 5:15.. took father's car to school there to assemble.. Then the War3 pros are really pros man.. their bags like dunno what one sia.. so damn funny lor.. AK got 2 bags one super small one and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106846273450229360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106846273450229360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106846273450229360' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106812956877153047</id><published>2003-11-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:39:26.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waliew.. cannot believe i sleep until 12 today sia... Wake up only my mum call.. KNN.. then later have "breakfast" then elave house for serangoon.. GOt to collect my sibei obiang spec and my new lens.. Stupid lar.. all my mums fault, partially to that stupid spec shop auntie.. Say the scratches on my specs are due to the HCL in swimming pools and the salt water whenever i go sailing and swimming.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106812956877153047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106812956877153047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106812956877153047' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106803675930148869</id><published>2003-11-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:52:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeeeeeeeee What a boring day it is.. I think today is the most boring day so far.... Wake up, stone then play a bit of warcraft..  Then sleep in the afternoon from 3-6.. Then wake up, stone a while more before going down stairs to pick my baby brother home from childcare.. Come home eat then stone .. Later when Edwin come online chat with him then decided to edit my HTML Code and make it a no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106803675930148869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106803675930148869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106803675930148869' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106795485627241602</id><published>2003-11-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:07:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm I think i should come up with some new methods to start of my entries.. anyone tell me?Well, here goes.... Woke up at 9:30am. changed, ate breakfast, chat a bit on msn before leaving the house at 10..Met wenjie at jurong MRT, then went inside the shopping centre.. Don't know what the shopping centre is called also.. then go inside some shop that sells VCDs.. then we wanted to buy the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106795485627241602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106795485627241602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795485627241602' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106786503547344031</id><published>2003-11-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:10:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all, I would like to thank Wenjie and me myself and I for this very very nice template, Wenjie for the source and me,myself and I for the brains to edit the template to suit me..Today, was a really really boring day.. Wake up, screw around with other people's tagbox, read blog entries that I have not read, read forums.. so Damn boring lor.. Didn't even go out today.. But at least have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106786503547344031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106786503547344031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106786503547344031' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106777420346241397</id><published>2003-11-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:56:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to blog my blog early today because i had nothing to do... So here goes..Morning, woke up at like 11:30 like that, wasn't rally morning.. more like noon already..So just stone until like 12 then had lunch... amazing huh? sleep..eat...play...eat..sleep... Pro-nessAfternoon, stone on msn then decide to play some games myself.. I suck. I am newb. Later at like 3:30 like that left house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106777420346241397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106777420346241397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106777420346241397' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106770309163439247</id><published>2003-11-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T00:11:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waliew.... Mother woke me up at like 7.. Dunno for what also.. then later before she leave house she didn't off the lights then I cannot sleep so I woke up.. Then I was damn angry.. Then later at 12 like then I went to lie on the bed and fell asleep.. This shows how tired I was.. I don't usually sleep before lunch.. Then right after lunch i go and sleep again.. Sleep until 5 like that.. Damn nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106770309163439247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106770309163439247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106770309163439247' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106761017725923646</id><published>2003-10-31T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T22:22:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wow, what an impressive day.. Woke up, read book while stoning on MSN messanger.. You know literally stone unlike some pebbles...Lame... So waited for my mother to come home with lunch.. eat lunch then go to Aaron lim's hjouse... met hime like at the bus stop.. I had never been to his house before.. Then his house wa slike so big loRZ.... So much bigger than A.K.'s.. and I thought that AK's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106761017725923646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106761017725923646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106761017725923646' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106752788390709192</id><published>2003-10-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:31:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This kind of day become standard liao lorZ... Wake up at like 11, go to bishan.. play come home and stone. Anyway, I was supposed to meet nicholas in CCk, apparently, i forgot all about it and head to bishan straight wow. Met Jacky, one of my ex-classmate, his deck sucks. shut up. He is newb. Fullstop. Happy? I guess not, Btw, here is an essay from http://www.little-wonder.net/w5.php By dunno who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106752788390709192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106752788390709192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106752788390709192' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106743871352745529</id><published>2003-10-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:45:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another day, went to serangoon in the morning to do specs that have nothing wrong wiht them, don't know wassup with my mother, must find fault in everything. Anyway, went to bishan later, met justin and antonio there, bought a lot of 1 dollar cards which can sell for quite high.. then stone somemore, play a few games, go to mystique, then go homeThen today whole day cannot use internet coz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106743871352745529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106743871352745529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106743871352745529' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106734175236470851</id><published>2003-10-28T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T19:49:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a long day.. Long. Woke up at 8:30.. supposed to meet A.R. at jurong east at 10... left house at 9:40.. Lost track of time.. Managed to get there at 10:06. Not bad huh? Later took the mrt to Lavender.. then the stupid Rahardjo make us go so early then reach there only at 10:45.. We were supposed to be there at 11 one lorZ..Stone down there, play with HP and call other people and see who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106734175236470851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106734175236470851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106734175236470851' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106726231097661385</id><published>2003-10-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:45:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I cannot believe that I managed to live without the internet for two whole days.. amazing huh? Considering the fact that i spend most of my home time online.. super amazing, But still, I managed to survive.. This proves that I am not unable to sustain my life with out the internet...How I screwed up my internet? I dunno, but i bet it was bliss for some people =X, and btw, sorry for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106726231097661385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106726231097661385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106726231097661385' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106709657347452333</id><published>2003-10-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:42:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, what a wankified, fagified, death defying day. I think my vocabulary is just too good. Anyway, it isn't death defying in anyway.. Just plain wankified and fagified[is there such words? I guess there is, I invented the word dictionary.]So, woke up, and stone until like 5 like that then went to OCC [those avid readers of my blog should know that OCC stands for Orchid Country Club, for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106709657347452333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106709657347452333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106709657347452333' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106701219024937725</id><published>2003-10-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:16:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a tiring day.. woke up, ate breakfast.. then help my mumd o something.. do until sweaty all over &gt;.&lt;Then later go to aaron's house stone there for about three hours then had to go home coz his sis wanted to use the comp.Come home and stone somemore..Left house at 5:30pm, wanted to go to cousin's house...Go there, ate dinner, then went to cycle.. Wanted to meet john.. but then he had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106701219024937725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106701219024937725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106701219024937725' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106691856387704896</id><published>2003-10-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:16:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiya today got to school waste time one lar.. Just go to school play Dai-Dee.. whole day somemore.. Then the first 2 periods Mrs Lee take.. then she allow us to listen to radio/discman and play with gambling cards.. Best teacher sia... Then later somewhere after recess this teacher caught WeiQiang and Derrick listening to discman then confiscated both of theirs... So dao mei sia.. Then WeiLoong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106691856387704896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106691856387704896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691856387704896' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106682534389721795</id><published>2003-10-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:22:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Okay. What a day for the unsuspecting me. Went to school and stone, as in seriously STONE. So stoned to the fact that I was that stoned. Somemore no PE. So, I decided to read book. WoW!!!!Then at like some where around 9+ we were supposed to go to the PAC for some talk about subject combinations.. Then luckily they put the History combinations first.. then later for the other subject </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106682534389721795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106682534389721795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106682534389721795' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106674035690248408</id><published>2003-10-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:45:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day of joy. AND sorrow. Of course it would be a day of joy and sorrow, what else would you expect considering the fact that we got our results back today?Am I joyful or sorrowful? I will leave that for you to dicide. AnywayZ, my results are as follow.English 63. Didn't expect anything more. Maths 88. Wanted an A*.BlehXX. Couldn't get one. Crap. Not primary school anymore.Sci 63. Real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106674035690248408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106674035690248408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674035690248408' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106665680313671211</id><published>2003-10-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:33:22.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.. what a so weird day.. wope up at 11. Brekaing record for the latest time i woke up for the past year.. o.0.. AnywayZ..went swimming at OCC.. had gym before that.. ..Came home and stone somemore...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106665680313671211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106665680313671211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665680313671211' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106658096915495233</id><published>2003-10-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:29:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah what a blissful day. No need to see my mother for the whole day. Not exactly perfect though. Life's a bit weird without her. But hey. It is still quite blissful. Anyway, woke up at 10 then left house at like 11. Not bad eh? just have to bare with her for just one hour. Didn't want to wake up at first. Less nagging the better. AnywayZ, went for sailing today. after about 1 and a half months of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106658096915495233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106658096915495233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106658096915495233' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106648396203344071</id><published>2003-10-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:32:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humans will be the death of themselves. We are in our own God. We can do anything if we have faith in ourselves. We are the masters of our fate(some may disagree). We can and will, control our own future. This is in my personal opinion.You see, people, go around smoking, driving cars and so on, harming the enviroment. As we all know, ciggerattes is bad for health................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106648396203344071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106648396203344071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106648396203344071' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106640687662388883</id><published>2003-10-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:07:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG. What a tarded day. Esp today. Just had to go to school to waste time. Just my luck to have that lousy dickhead of a lecturer Nathan. Irritating bastard.Anyways, went to school today for some Sec4 farewell thing. More like sleeping lessons. Then right, it was supposed to be at 9:15. Then somehow, they managed to get it to start at a fricking time of 10:30. Waste so much time liao. Then crap</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106640687662388883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106640687662388883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106640687662388883' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106631389797454528</id><published>2003-10-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:18:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm lets see.. had chemistry today.. omg.. I screwed it up real bad. Anyway, after chem was like weet. Go celebrate. Went to Thomson plaza with john and nigel.. then later back tot J8 went there to stone and wait for nich and aaron and the rest to come.. later just play MTG the whole day and walla. you get my day.. Came home at around 5, then stone on msn, chat-ted to a lot of people and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106631389797454528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106631389797454528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631389797454528' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106622441413637175</id><published>2003-10-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:26:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm maths today.. i want to get a* but then i already got 42 for paper one so i must get at least 48 for paper two which is close to impossible considering the fact that I already lost one mark to clareless mistake &gt;.&lt; hopefullyu i get 48... Please God. Help me!!.Okok.. today spent the whole day looking up on chem and studying chem. Cannot believe that CY is only going to be studying chem. tmr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106622441413637175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106622441413637175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106622441413637175' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106613529833403980</id><published>2003-10-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:41:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, yes I know you avid readers of my blog are probably expecting another flame for the MoE... Well, if you are really looking for it, then well, I guess, too bad for you then... Anyway, today was a pretty average day.. plenty of ups and downs...Well, had Physics and chinese paper two today... Didn't really bothered to study for chinese to tian sia han ji I never even fill in any word... then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106613529833403980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106613529833403980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106613529833403980' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106605158065294426</id><published>2003-10-13T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:26:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah cao.. CB.. Fucking fucked up day. Why? Because of the fucking tarded MoE..[MoE as in ministry of education, not anthony moe.]AnywayZ, I had Lit today, pretty screwed up.. didn't know what to study so i never study at all lorZ... Anyway, i managed to figure out Brother Jason's clues and managed to do pretty well for section C...Can't believe what ahppened today sia.. Came home and talk to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106605158065294426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106605158065294426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106605158065294426' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106596728618932541</id><published>2003-10-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:01:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's see, today is a super boring day with me doing nothing about as much as 1/2 of the day. I like wake up at like 11++ play computer a bit, just playing war3 with myself, then later after lunch do the same thing again, then later at four like that i went to sleep then kok ming come home then i cannot sleep so what the hell, go to my room at like4 pm, wake up at like 421 knn. Nevermind, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106596728618932541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106596728618932541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106596728618932541' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106588771975635861</id><published>2003-10-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:55:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my humble opinions, I declare that people believe in God only do so becaseu they do not have faith in themselves and require something to believe in. The question is, why can't people belive in themselves.Anyway, today was as stone as before, wake up late, eat, slack, slack, slack, go OCC gym and swimming, eat. sleep. simple as that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106588771975635861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106588771975635861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106588771975635861' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106579771656869213</id><published>2003-10-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:55:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so screwed, along with most of the class.... bio was a killer.....Section B question one.. 2/3 marks gone, Q2. whole question don't know how to do, Q3.. cannot remember what the question was about but yea, you get the point, i screwed my bio. Before bio We had chinese paper one.. the compo and letter writing i all just write shit... mostly i just anyhow write one.. a lot of words don't even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106579771656869213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106579771656869213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579771656869213' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106569903659339105</id><published>2003-10-09T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:30:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeeeeeeee History and maths paper one today, so fun... Okok.. maybe not so fun afterall for some people.... Surprisingly, i found history easy.. maybe because i studied :D:D:D and maths was chicken feet to some people and killer for some.. haiz.. guess what, I found it surprisingly chicken-feetZ... and i did damn badly for my TA3 lolZ....Came home sleep then went to study Bio.. hopefully tmr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106569903659339105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106569903659339105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106569903659339105' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106560671271714622</id><published>2003-10-08T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T17:51:52.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIMPLE PLAN LYRICS"Perfect"Hey dad look at meThink back and talk to meDid I grow up according to plan?And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?But it hurts when you disapprove all alongAnd now I try hard to make itI just want to make you proudI'm never gonna be good enough for youI can't pretend thatI'm alrightAnd you can't change me'Cuz we lost it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106560671271714622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106560671271714622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106560671271714622' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106552896514013592</id><published>2003-10-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:16:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~BoRiNg~Stone stone stone.. stupid mr tan never turn up for our history remedial.. say what he will be there in the end never go.. dl some war3 replays.. watched them then stone until i fall asleep...lolZ shortest thread ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106552896514013592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106552896514013592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106552896514013592' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106544543464080599</id><published>2003-10-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:03:54.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lolZ boring as hell lar.. no need to blog also can.. but heck.Today is just stone the whole day, nothing muhc, except for the fact that i and prawn fought with donkey.. he's fucking irritating..... Donkey was like crapping about with derrick then bentoh go and trip him then he thought it was me, what a faggot, then he come and splash water at me.. then i damn pissed.. so i go whack him up..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106544543464080599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106544543464080599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106544543464080599' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106536073236028676</id><published>2003-10-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:32:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm pretty boring, nothing much, war3, radio, studying history and maths.. aiya boring correct liao lar..Anyway, there was this article about girls scoring more than boys in "useless subjects like Literature, where all you have to do is read poems and story books and offer,strong, personal opinions on what what the writers were really thinking about when they were writing(Considering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106536073236028676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106536073236028676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106536073236028676' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106528146561462183</id><published>2003-10-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:31:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is more like a repitition of Friday's post except for the part about the exams.. Read on if you want ZzzzzzZStone all the way till lunch time before going off to reviwse my history notes and blah blah blah.. after that i went to play war3 edited some lame maps, play with all kinds of shit.... Blahblahblahthen went OCC, the usual, gym and swimming ZzzzzzZ the place damn deserted sia.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106528146561462183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106528146561462183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106528146561462183' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106518835781199915</id><published>2003-10-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:39:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is today's date? 3rd of October, FridayWhat special event sod we have today?English paper one and two,the start of the exams[fye]And the mad rush to mug everything day.Damn, can't wait for the exams to be over.. just two more fcking weeks to the 16th goddamnit, i want to sleep through these few days.. i want to stay back in 204.. so that i can be slack ar!!!!!!!The english paper one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106518835781199915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106518835781199915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106518835781199915' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106509268202533052</id><published>2003-10-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:04:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG OMFG OMFG TMR EXAMS LIAO ARGH!!!!!!!!!!...BaDBaDbAdBaDbAd Day... Lousy in fact.First two periods english, boring, tmr sure fail english onethen history, had some self test, didn't do too well and to think that history is the 2nd exam i am takingChinese, the whole class act so guai, thor didn't send me out for nothing today!! yayZ. LaMeZ*. But that was like the first 5 mins of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106509268202533052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106509268202533052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106509268202533052' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106500458831244009</id><published>2003-10-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:43:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's today's date?1st of October WednesdayWhat's tomorrows date?2nd of October ThrusdayWhat's the day after tomorrow?3rd of October FridayWhat do we have on that day?English paper 1 and 2..YayZ!!!!*LaMeZ*Haiz, First two periods, PE.... waste time lar.. do canoeing and play some stupid traditional games..... Then maths, Mrs Lee return us our maths class test, didn't do too well for it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106500458831244009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106500458831244009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106500458831244009' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106491847142240062</id><published>2003-09-30T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T18:41:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the most boring day of the week, imagine, first period, chinese, how boring can you get? I mean esp with a teacher who walks in and asks me to go out when i went over to aaron koh's table to look at some book, i mean wtF?? i was looking through some fucking book and she fucking ask me to get out of the class the moment she walk in, i mean wtf? why should i go out when i never even do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106491847142240062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106491847142240062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106491847142240062' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106483067890263743</id><published>2003-09-29T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T18:17:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiz.. First period of the day, PE.... we were supposed to practise canoeijng.. and i was feeling slack sso i just anyhow do.. then nadan got damn pissed with me lolZ... Later Computer awareness, supposed to do computer programing, spend two whole period there trying to fix one problem when that problem was staring right in front of me knn..After recess was English, boring, spent time talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106483067890263743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106483067890263743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106483067890263743' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106475374307521487</id><published>2003-09-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T20:55:42.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Work Gloves It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had brought winter's chill back to Indiana. I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just  off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both  especially good that day. As we talked, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106475374307521487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106475374307521487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106475374307521487' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106467663878075005</id><published>2003-09-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:47:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIDO LYRICS"White Flag"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, I'll tell you that.But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it where's the sense in that? I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder Or return to where we were Well I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106467663878075005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106467663878075005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106467663878075005' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106457153450370595</id><published>2003-09-26T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:18:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wahaha today was a quite eventful day sia... First period english, coudln't wait for it to finish.. so boring!!!!Then maths got class test, first to finish but then too lazy to check my paper so i got 1 whole question wrong... crapZ.. then later she just talk about the thief...Then everyone was saying it was yonglin because he stole his mothers money to buy POKEMON CARDS!!!!...Then recess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106457153450370595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106457153450370595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106457153450370595' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106449313510819015</id><published>2003-09-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:19:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm today hor.. damn bloody suay sia.. first two periods english ZzzzzzzzzzzzZ... Next period was history.. damn screwed up sia.. all we had was a history test then some lessons then recess liao.. kope some of Ng's cookie or was it kevins? Went down to run some errands.. i get commission.. everyone must thank aaron koh lolZ...Hmm afterwards was chinese had ting li che lian.. quite okay lar.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106449313510819015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106449313510819015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106449313510819015' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106441043357706194</id><published>2003-09-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T21:33:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> GIRLS ALOUD "Life Got Cold"Oh oh yeah oohWe text as we eatAs we listen to the freaksAs we wait for the right of wayWe text as we talkWe're running as we walkCos we're several little souls awayWe smoke as we chokeAs we sink another CokeAnd we grin when it blows on mineWe skate as we dateAs we slowly suffocateWe're running, we're running, we're runningOut of timeMy life got cold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106441043357706194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106441043357706194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441043357706194' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106432142748463235</id><published>2003-09-23T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T20:50:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...... Fell sick today &gt;.&lt;.... anyway, tuesday's timetable is so sleeping.. got to keep talking to keep myself awayke -.-""'...First period chinese.. stupid lamer chinese teacher very sian and stressed because of our class ai.. bunch of lousy slackers...like me.. then during her period that time Ng keep blaming me for telling jamie that he and wee ming were the one who spamed her blog.... i never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106432142748463235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106432142748463235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106432142748463235' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106422560726615729</id><published>2003-09-22T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:13:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ZzzzzzzzzzzZ....took 156 to school today again.. damn uncomfortable sia.. so many girls lolZ-.-""[had to bring my younger brother to schooll first].. firs period PE.. lamer lar... make us run 3 rounds the go back to class.... then CA anthony NG screw up his computer lolZ.. damn funny sia...Recess!!!.. help andrew and aaron buy burger then stone somemore.... Wahaha then later is the most boring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106422560726615729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106422560726615729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106422560726615729' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106415526127451167</id><published>2003-09-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:54:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBS[si bei sian] day sia.. woek up at 11..weee ate breakfast then like 2 hour later eat lunch.. then go to my room and study study study.. work work:D:D:D.. then do finish work liao then go watch MTV then managed to watch the cheeky girls cheeky holiday song.. the music video si bei lame sia.. then the ending there put what wish you were here.. then the girsl name.. lame. after that my brother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106415526127451167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106415526127451167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106415526127451167' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106406650041760842</id><published>2003-09-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T22:01:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Circling your head, contemplating everything you ever saidNow I see the truth, I got doubtA different motive in your eyes and now I’m outSee you laterI see your fantasy, You want to make it a reality paved in goldSee inside, Inside of our heads (yeah) Well now that’s overI see your motives inside, decisions to hide[CHORUS]Back off we’ll take you onHeadstrong to take on anyoneI know that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106406650041760842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106406650041760842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106406650041760842' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5762096.post-106396603166694362</id><published>2003-09-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:32:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm lets see....1. ng is so childish, 2. maths is confusing but fun. 3. 204 got very good class spirit but most of the people there have a 7-10 year old mentality age ZzzzzzzZ so damn childish.. esp ng....4. Kevin ho seems to suddenely become a very important figure in 204, studies are hell of a good, plays superb warcraft 3.. average at sports.. wow.. what more can you ask for?Hmmm last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106396603166694362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5762096/posts/default/106396603166694362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0sh1kj.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106396603166694362' title=''/><author><name>kj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05869369394156640289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
