<?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-7905143</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost... In the white white fog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-8019134063483821222</id><published>2007-09-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:20:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delegation</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to a very special someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/cutedar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/uglyme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy things that i do when i'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/sentosa-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have her my life is complete.   &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; love u my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-8019134063483821222?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/8019134063483821222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=8019134063483821222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/8019134063483821222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/8019134063483821222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2007/09/delegation.html' title='Delegation'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-3696495486433413017</id><published>2007-04-27T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:35:33.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ns, 2 weeks over</title><content type='html'>The 2 weeks of confinement are finally over! I am currently in Mohawk company, Platoon 4 Section 1. For your info, Mohawk is rumoured to be the 2nd most xiong company in BMT. However my bunk mates are pretty cool.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nth beats home and her. I was so happy abt booking out that i woke up on 26th April and shouted "Book out day!". Just wanted to be with her and nth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence really makes the heart grow fonder. I missed her so much. Now that i get to see her, i really have to count my lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love u my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-3696495486433413017?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/3696495486433413017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=3696495486433413017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/3696495486433413017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/3696495486433413017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2007/04/ns-2-weeks-over.html' title='Ns, 2 weeks over'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-2494155865302603506</id><published>2007-04-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:11:01.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ns, the day botak ppl unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hah.. sry guys. Didnt really had the time to change the blogskin. Guess you will have to endure this skin until i have the time to change it. Well the countdown timer to my enlistment is, let me see, 1 day... I am having mixed feelings over this. Just hope everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just hope everything abt her will be fine in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I made my black rim specs that day and wore it. And she kept on laughing at me. I also think i look ugly in that nerdy specs. Plus that botak head of mine, well... ugly... haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that i'd rather stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now before i turn away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's one last thing to you i wanna say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby there's no goodbye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always be right by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be far away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know that my heart will stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you.. always... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-2494155865302603506?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/2494155865302603506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=2494155865302603506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/2494155865302603506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/2494155865302603506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2007/04/ns-day-botak-ppl-unite.html' title='Ns, the day botak ppl unite'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-5201190115590676494</id><published>2007-03-23T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:33:45.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi guys</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. It has been a while. Life has been fulfilling all these while. Owell i reconstructed the chatbox and im going to change my skin. Guess i kinda getting bored of this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this test while going on a blog rampage. This test determines whether you are a Left-Brained or a Right-Brained. Interesting huh... My results were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai, you are Right-brained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most right-brained people like you are flexible in many realms of their lives. Whether picking up on the nuances of musical concerto, appreciating the subtle details in a work of art, or seeing the world from a different perspective, right-brained people are creative, imaginative, and attuned to their surroundings. People probably see your thinking process as boundless, and that might translate to your physical surroundings as well. Some people think of you as messier than others. It's not that you're disorganized, it's just that you might use different systems to organize (by theme, by subject, by color). Straight alphabetization and rigidly ordered folders are not typical of right-brained behavior. You are also more intuitive than many. When it comes to reading literature, you probably prefer creative writing or fiction over nonfiction. And when it comes to doing math, you might find you enjoy geometry more than other forms like algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. i didn't expect myself to be Righ-Brained. I dun think this test is true anyway. But it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to test yourself, heres the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/brain/index_main.jsp&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-5201190115590676494?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/5201190115590676494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=5201190115590676494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/5201190115590676494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/5201190115590676494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-guys.html' title='Hi guys'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-117212131969399997</id><published>2007-02-21T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:15:19.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>After a long disappearance, i am finally back. Work has been eating up all my time. Weekends were spent sleeping. I guess this blog shall be revived. Just a simple test i saw fr somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.am-i-dumb.com" title="How smart am I?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.am-i-dumb.com/images/stamps/28-8.gif" width="200" height="100" border="0" alt="How smart are you?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-117212131969399997?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/117212131969399997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=117212131969399997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/117212131969399997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/117212131969399997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2007/02/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-116619582839658012</id><published>2006-12-15T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:17:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reserrect</title><content type='html'>I have to apologise for the no-posting period. Many would have presumed my blog was dead. Sorry, just to tell u that my blog is still alive.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a blog rampage recently and realised that wow, many people have already gotten a job. It's time i got one soon. If not i would just rot at home wasting time. And so i decided, we decided, to look for a job. We went to hunt the Classified Ads for part-time jobs and viola!, we hooked up 2. On monday we are going for an interview. It's a job that pays $6 an hour. Hope it's good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, anything is good with her around. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohh, it's passed 7th Dec. That day was my birthday, my happiest birthday in 18 years. I spent the entire day with my deardear. And i got presents and a cake. (It's a cute one *grins*) The presents i recieved, they are really really nice. Like it alot. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at harbourfront centre then went on an adventure. First was Cinemania which was a movie stimulation. The chairs rocked to and fro so violently i nearly flew off! (Neh just joking!) It cost $25 for 3 shows. Definitely worth the experience. =)&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed for the infamous "Sky Ride". Well, if u ever saw floating chairs in ski-resorts, yep, we sat that. We were so scared our slippers dropped off. Haha! We took lots of photos. It was really fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was night time, time for the musical fountain. We reached the place at 640. The show was 740. And the place was like 75% packed. We both agreed the people are all so kiasu.. But we ourselves reached there 1 hour before the show. Owell...&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we took more photos by the fountain. The scenery and the still of the night was so romantic. Just couldnt spend enough time around with her. But we took off from Sentosa and went to harbourfront centre for our late late but important DINNER! FOOD! Guess wat we ate. Fish and Chips and BBQ Half Chicken! Aint ur mouth salivating right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;And then we departed home. Wat an enjoyable day, the happiest birthday i have ever had. So glad i spent it with u.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Love you darling. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-116619582839658012?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/116619582839658012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=116619582839658012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116619582839658012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116619582839658012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/12/reserrect.html' title='Reserrect'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-116489945833275412</id><published>2006-11-30T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:10:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet, happiest 3 days of my life</title><content type='html'>I have been back from a chalet. It's not just a normal chalet like every other chalet. This one is much more fun. How fun? The most fun, the happiest 3 days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme start with the day itself. 1st day: I woke up at 11+. Packed everything and left house but realised that actually, i forgot to bring snacks. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to west mall and had lunch, and bought other snacks. (So paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the chalet, checked in and tested the bed. Cool, soft and bouncy. =)&lt;br /&gt;The air-con was perfect-ly cold.. We played games, mastermind mainly and others as well. The day passed by soon after. Until we realised it, it was time for dinner! Yay! We da-powed Mac and KFC back to the chalet and lay on the bed to eat. So comfortable lar! And until we were tired, we fell asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: Escape!! Woo!! My first time there! I rode the Rainbow, Viking, Water Ride and Family Roller Coaster. Haha! So fun! But i admit, i kinda felt like vomitting. It looked like the Viking was nothing from the ground. But it's a totally different story when you are in one. You just felt like ur heart was in ur mouth. I sat the water ride and i became all wet, as the name suggests.. &gt;.&lt; After that we went to play the carnival games. So fun! And then we retreated back to our chalet. Bought Mac and KFC back to chalet for dinner again! Haha! Watched tv and had dinner in bed! Cool! Haha! All i can say is it is super comfortable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: Qi lai le! chi dao le! (Wake up it's late!) We have to check out at 1030, otherwise we gotta pay extra money. Well we got up at 945+ and rushed everything through and checked out at 1028. So lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out, we had Mac for breakfast. OMG! Mac again! But well, we like it. Cannot ah? Haha.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Watched Casino Royale. Played the arcade. Went home reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was the happiest 3 days of my life. When u spend it someone who is so dear to u. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-116489945833275412?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/116489945833275412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=116489945833275412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116489945833275412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116489945833275412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet-happiest-3-days-of-my-life.html' title='chalet, happiest 3 days of my life'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-116435098653683730</id><published>2006-11-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:49:46.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A level is over!</title><content type='html'>Guess everyone would be saying the same thing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is alive again after so many days of studying, i mean suffering.. Well, all of it is over. Now i have time to do the things i wanna do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so glad that it is over. Have been really waiting for that moment for a long time. But it's here! Cheers! =) And now i can have lotsa fun! No restrictions! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a chalet coming up soon and i cant wait for it to come! Bought all the necessities already! Heh.. It will be so so fun!! And theres the escape theme park. I will be going there for the first time. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there are many things that i wanna do. So many i cant decide which to start from. Well, lets just say i already dyed my hair blue. (It's a 1 day dye only by the way) Cool.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys got things to do yet right? Have fun! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-116435098653683730?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/116435098653683730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=116435098653683730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116435098653683730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116435098653683730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/11/level-is-over.html' title='A level is over!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-116221611297906075</id><published>2006-10-30T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:48:32.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A's</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, hows life? (Woah! an update!) haha... Have you guys been cupping? i mean.. mugging? Well, its the same for all out there. Recently i saw ninja at Mac with another fren. Apparently they were arguing Physics equations. I swore i saw alien characters flying out of his mouth. Owell.. i couldnt care to give him a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been really doin much. Hope i will have the motivation as i had last time. And the self control too. I play too much com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, jiayou in mugging. =) A word of advice : Put the book on ur head, let gravity do its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i did my best in cheering u guys up. Smile. Relax ok.. ^^ Have fun guys. Wat matters in mugging is that u find joy, not in the book, but in the company. =) Nvm abt tt. Work hard guys. See u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kai Lun shang4  ( Chinese way of letter-writing ) &lt;---- LAME !!  &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-116221611297906075?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/116221611297906075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=116221611297906075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116221611297906075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/116221611297906075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/10/as.html' title='A&apos;s'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115997881027083667</id><published>2006-10-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:20:10.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(S)trength (T)olerance (R)igid (E)ndurability (S)olemn (S)trive</title><content type='html'>(S)trength (T)olerance (R)igid (E)ndurability (S)olemn (S)trive&lt;br /&gt;Put them together and u spell STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in school has become more and more mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at our classmates, who were once carefree and fun-loving, now they themselves revolve around books. Zz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115997881027083667?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115997881027083667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115997881027083667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115997881027083667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115997881027083667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/10/strength-tolerance-rigid-endurability.html' title='(S)trength (T)olerance (R)igid (E)ndurability (S)olemn (S)trive'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115789758677291633</id><published>2006-09-10T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:13:06.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle commences~</title><content type='html'>Let the Battle... Begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115789758677291633?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115789758677291633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115789758677291633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115789758677291633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115789758677291633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/09/battle-commences.html' title='Battle commences~'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115747408178805246</id><published>2006-09-05T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:43:13.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True feelings in the night</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i posted a long post, or even a post. I'm sorry for tt. All along my blog has had a chirpy bouncy feeling whenever one visits it. Posts were meant to entertain people, to bring joy to their stressful lives, to entertain and make them forget worries. This was because when i first started out my blog, it was a very sad blog. Everyone who comes just sees and leaves. i believe that didnt made their day either. Now that i have gotten over it, i believe that everyone who visits my blog must leave with a smile, or at least i may try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately... As the exam period starts to kick in, i kinda lost tt vibe, that energy that feeling, or as yj may call it; rage. All the posts have been kinda sad. Partly cos the thought of leaving my class. Partly cos i am too easily affected. I bet only a few ppl noes this, that i am very emotional, even though i may look like i have a heart of stone in school. Ever since becoming a teenager, i only cried in front of 2 ppl. Cos i believe that i shouldnt bring worry or sorrows to anybody on this earth. But i dared to cry in front of them cos i believed that they would be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night.. it seems so cool, so peaceful, so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;shizuka yoru ni* - Silent night in jap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since i stayed up late at night. Today is an exception. I made a promise. I must stand by it. Staying by urself through the night can be refreshing and tiring. Refreshing to the mind but tiring for the body. It grants vision that was blur to u in the past. Maybe the 'No man is an island' essay kinda enlighten me some how. U can just say i meditated.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, i have made some reflections on me, the people around me and the people around the people around me - practically everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I thought abt the things they did, they do and they will do.&lt;br /&gt;Why did they do this? Why do they do this? Why will they do this? Many cynical thoughts just run through my head for tt session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. crap... long posts are just not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want to say is. I see relationships more important than anything else now. She has taught me alot. I have so much more to learn. So im a young padawan now. I thought i was a jedi master.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships, they do not come and go as they like. They are the essence of quality time spent together. Friends that u spend YEARS with, Family u spend a LIFETIME with. No, do not take things for granted. Do cherish them. If u like them, tell them. Give them a hug and kiss them plainly just for knowing that u exist. This way, u noe that u have a place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;For example, i went up to this friend of mine for 4 years fr sec 1 to sec 2. And i said ' thanks for being my friend '. It's just so easy. And all that i said were true. I will always be here for u. A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on. All those who know me and read this blog - You will always be my friend, i will always rmb u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;tsunami &lt;/em&gt;wave of sadness has claimed many casualties, i am just one of them. As exams force its way nearer and nearer, crap... i dun feel like typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spoiler: The following paragraph is not for viewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear, exam must jiayou ok? Remember wat u promised me, i believe that we both will do well. I will do wat i promised u.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, i love u. Lets work hard together! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115747408178805246?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115747408178805246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115747408178805246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115747408178805246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115747408178805246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-feelings-in-night.html' title='True feelings in the night'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115703861852649330</id><published>2006-08-31T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:36:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute part 2</title><content type='html'>After reading yy's blog. i decided to post this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/s5slacking.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture simply summarises wat i want to say - S5, i will miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115703861852649330?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115703861852649330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115703861852649330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115703861852649330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115703861852649330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-part-2.html' title='tribute part 2'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115669258906648873</id><published>2006-08-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:45:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to my class</title><content type='html'>Say, i have spent 17 years of my life and i finally learnt sth. That the people around u, do not take them for granted. For the probability of them passing us by is 1/population of the world. Cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;So, this post shall be a tribute to those whom i call friends, whom i share fond memories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class: 05s05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/s5group2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that spent 2 years with me in JJ. "HONG DONG AH~ StoNe AH~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group of friends who nv fail to make me smile, upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/s5thatsme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our hobbies, ok maybe it's just my hobby, is taking silly pix of my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/OrLangTioBoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-dumbface1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-dumbface2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-dumbface3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-dumbface4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos there are friends from other classes that make my day everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-frenz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-frenz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not my gf. &gt;.&lt; href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-scandal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did u enjoy that? wait, there's more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/03-03-06_1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh u thought that was normal. wait till u see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-scandal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where did this come from? so u thought this was strange, the nxt is a killa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/1-scandal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people ur 3s of viewing this censored material is up. Kindly poke urself in the eye until u go blind. =x&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my 2 years in JJ. I will definitely miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;The most impt, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a243/himselfkl/loveu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115669258906648873?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115669258906648873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115669258906648873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115669258906648873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115669258906648873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-my-class.html' title='a tribute to my class'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115652358361037899</id><published>2006-08-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:33:03.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more a er hemm..</title><content type='html'>A total experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying, savouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115652358361037899?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115652358361037899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115652358361037899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115652358361037899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115652358361037899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-more-er-hemm.html' title='No more a er hemm..'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115548369428703209</id><published>2006-08-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:41:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voice my inner self</title><content type='html'>Oo...  i nd a place to say sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across a phrase in an email. It says: Life is a not a race, it is a journey. Savour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just want to say i am savouring it right now. Thx dear. U light up my life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115548369428703209?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115548369428703209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115548369428703209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115548369428703209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115548369428703209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/voice-my-inner-self.html' title='voice my inner self'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115539982948261761</id><published>2006-08-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:23:49.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>date of doom</title><content type='html'>My World Of Warcraft account (i presumed it was mine =x) ended prematurely, 1 week before what i had expected it to be. =(&lt;br /&gt;Now i have no obligations to bind myself to the computer. The prelims are coming, i guess everybody has felt the pressure as it closes in upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No "tidbits hug Buddha's leg" is gonna occur here. &lt;ling&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, a word of advice; not entirely cos of anything but, study hard ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people have already started. Good for them. Have you? I dunno. Have I? I doubt so. But rest assured i will start soon. It's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly urge those who hasn't to start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i remembered what my Secondary &lt;strong&gt;Relief&lt;/strong&gt; teacher, aged 18, told me. "Just pay attention in class and u can crap ur way through ur exam." I found it to be particularly true. But now i do not want to crap my way through my exam. I want something more. Well, Man strive for achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let it be the date of doom. 13th August 2006. Armageddon has begun. Let fire rain forth and create a land of scourge. Let it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115539982948261761?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115539982948261761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115539982948261761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115539982948261761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115539982948261761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/date-of-doom.html' title='date of doom'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115469741887966744</id><published>2006-08-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:16:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell smell</title><content type='html'>Recently, there was a big heave up of misuderstandings created by misunderstandings. There is the problem of a particular person being played around. I am the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lecture was all it took to 'kill' me. Apparently Yun Jie and Kai Liang had went to extreme measures to matchmake me, not to mention they already knew im attatched. So Kai Liang went to write my number and the colour of my shirt on this movie tic and purposely walked right near her and dropped it near her. Man i was flustered. Many many negative thoughts rushed through my mind. It was natural instinct, i covered my face and slouched at an angle u would find my neck at ur thigh. I wanted to escape her medusa-glare, which is capable of bringing the dead to live (not to mention its the 7th month).&lt;br /&gt;Then i heard the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh ta zhuan guo lai kan le. Ta shou li you  na zhang zi!!"&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Hey, she is looking in ur direction with the 'movie tic&lt;br /&gt; in her hand. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now u can find my head at ur feet. EWWW~~!!! Did i ever mention she looked... err.. unpleasant? I mean to the eye. Jon told me she looked like a species of fish, Luo Han Yu. I disagreed, she looked much worse. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already devastated, with half a life left - a quarter from laughing, and a quarter from despair. Then Yun Jie had to make things worst, he made another copy and... and... You guessed it, he dropped it on HER BAG~!! Like wth.. I immediately rolled eyes. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i accidentally got to noe her name. I didnt want to noe. No point. But it probably sounds like "Smell SMELL" which practically suits her. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIAN DIAO. But i felt ok after they went to atone their mistakes. Now i have to avoid her when i am in school. I feel awkward. What am i going to do when she looks at me? Sigh... sigh... Nobody thought of tt... nobody cared... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115469741887966744?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115469741887966744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115469741887966744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115469741887966744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115469741887966744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/smell-smell.html' title='Smell smell'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115443286045933996</id><published>2006-08-01T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:47:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Woo~ gp test, gp COMMON test !! OMG OMG!! One word to describe though... ok, maybe 2; "wah sian..." *claps hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is one of a hell day. Chem test and Gp test are all lined up waiting to torture us. I can just imagine them as human beings armed with whips and the SM kit. Lol.. wateva. Chem is crap. Transition elements, screw them. It is one of the few chapters that i totally can say "ah suan le". &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Group VII, screw them too. They are probably the elements who never had a life, probably on their way to Nirvana (octet configuration) but not yet there yet. Argh.. screw them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent wisely will determine everything. I believe i can control my time well. I am regaining my usual self. Soon... soon... soon... im going to do it!&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie: So what are u going to do, Brain?&lt;br /&gt;Brain: The same thing i do everyday! Try and take over the world!&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;the&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pinkie and the Brain, Pinkie and the Brain,&lt;br /&gt; One is and Idiot, The other's insane!&lt;br /&gt; Lalalala..... Lalalalala... ( i forgot the lyrics ) &gt;.&lt;" *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115443286045933996?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115443286045933996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115443286045933996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115443286045933996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115443286045933996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/08/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115348330038793082</id><published>2006-07-21T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T05:01:40.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for bio</title><content type='html'>Mid year is over. Partial studying, lousy grades... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tml is meet the parent's session eh? Fun? U bet. Haha.. *hangs self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh i was just bored.. So u all are granted an update. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, mid year is over guys. What does it mean? It means that we are up to the final gear guys. &lt;u&gt;REVISION&lt;/u&gt; has already started. So it means that we have covered all the topics we nd to. And it is up to us now. U nd a right mindset to be able to cope well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, Start Your Engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mid year was a disaster. Bio was a disaster. I broke a promise. I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;But there wont be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, lets just get a treads now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115348330038793082?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115348330038793082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115348330038793082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115348330038793082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115348330038793082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-for-bio.html' title='So much for bio'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115280405858632484</id><published>2006-07-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:20:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a day. Unlucky</title><content type='html'>What a what a day i must say. Now let me summarise my day for u in 1 word : Unlucky. *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining waking up to the thought that ur day is going to end at 8pm today. It starts at 6 by the way and it is a freaking more-than-half-day time away. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So everything is per normal, lessons and bball. Nearly slept in a no air con LT1, chem prac: got sprayed at, did quite slowly, obtained wrong results. I just felt sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bball: Shoot, dribble (jus kidding), passed, tripped and fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought today was going to be one hell of day, but i shook my head and dispelled the thought. Time for Maths lec. Now that is wat i call crap. 1 and half hour of babbling and i dun see any use for it. I whooped up my iPod till a teacher sneaked up behind me. Luckily my reflexes were quick. Not quite actually, she was the blind one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bball the 2nd time. Felt twice as wet and twice out of breath. Then it was the galactic GP. Clarence made the girls swoon and go crazy, laughing to themselves over... nothing?&lt;br /&gt;OOOooo... GP was over, time to eat, then we realised bio was cancelled. Great. Then our class suddenly filled with enthusiasm and started, "Hey lets play CB!"&lt;br /&gt;It meant Captain's Ball.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Why was i unlucky? Specs broke before the match, i also realised that my hp cracked. All at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to buy 4d. 1811. Hope it comes out top prize. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115280405858632484?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115280405858632484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115280405858632484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115280405858632484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115280405858632484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/07/wat-day-unlucky.html' title='Wat a day. Unlucky'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115263431873600512</id><published>2006-07-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:11:58.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>nah... its back to a boring school life with the tutorials tutorials lectures lectures. Homework, assignments, crappy stuff. Cant believe im back to all those stuff. Had a really nice break in the hols, why do they hav to come back?&lt;br /&gt;Cos reality is always out there to torture us? Maybe. But wat really defines success, a piece of paper? I'd say no. Wat really defines success depends on the individual's mentality. =D 4As dun confirm u lead a successful life.&lt;br /&gt;But come on, i dun even think money is a big issue in having a successful life after i met her. I just think it will be perfect no matter wat. Come wat may man, take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;But really, call me the luckiest boy on the Earth pls. Cos i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-April-2006 [The day 301 took place] =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115263431873600512?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115263431873600512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115263431873600512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115263431873600512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115263431873600512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115209845233756402</id><published>2006-07-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:20:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on luk</title><content type='html'>Today's just not my day... wat totally happened was unpredictable, right you guan? *grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. i shouldnt go into such detail as it was quite embarassing. But it was all due to my folly.. =x  I thought everything was fine while walking away fr the basketball court never to realise tt the ball hit me of all the ppl seconds after. They always say bad things come in numbers, i wonder how many. Just hope it ends right here right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115209845233756402?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115209845233756402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115209845233756402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115209845233756402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115209845233756402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/07/down-on-luk.html' title='Down on luk'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115099380549285494</id><published>2006-06-22T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:30:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bio...system sux! BIG TIME~!</title><content type='html'>I WANNA COMPLAIN~! I WANNA COMPLAIN~!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i blogged this b4. Now b4 every major bio test in JJ, i will blog abt it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain~! The system of giving u questions for bio mid year sux~!! Like TOTALLY! No knowledge is gained, no insight will be gained fr the memorising. Only integrating of wat u have learnt and answering the question on the spot really tests if u have the ability. This should be implemented, rather then the memorising of facts. I just hope that they realise this sooner. This system gives nerds total advantage. Cos memorising is their forte. All i can say is good luck to the last of the papers (hurray~!!) which marks the end of the holidays (zz..).&lt;br /&gt;Till then really gd luk to all those taking bio. Oh yar! And computing as well. Jiayou Alex. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As i have already posted in my previous post, i had really no motivation to study... but somehow my dear have sparked me to start studying. Thx for ur motivation dear.. Really shows me how much u care. Thx for treasuring me, i will cherish u 4eva. Love u my dear~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115099380549285494?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115099380549285494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115099380549285494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115099380549285494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115099380549285494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/biosystem-sux-big-time.html' title='bio...system sux! BIG TIME~!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115072759528475913</id><published>2006-06-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:33:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster looming</title><content type='html'>Yo~!! No surprise! Before every major exam, KL is here to post! Cos KL believes in no last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. actually, i haven really started. Only started flipping thru my notes a week ago. All i can say is i am not even 30% done. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to study real hard. I guessed i failed. The motivation's not there. Since it's not even there, why force it? Yea, thats my motto. But hell do i feel guilty. Nearly all the sms-es and msn chat windows all spell "Eh yao du se me topic ah?" (Eh.. must study wat topic ah?) *In an especially low and monotonus tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this mid year exam is special. I kinda made a bet with the devil. The odds of winning are [1 : 0.5]. Its the truth. I wanted to see how much marks i can get with just flipping thru the notes. I just hope i wont fail. Pretty stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the night is still young. And it is the exam tml. Say, a normal person would study. I am abnormal. World Of Warcraft, &lt;em&gt;wo lai ye~!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115072759528475913?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115072759528475913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115072759528475913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115072759528475913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115072759528475913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/disaster-looming.html' title='disaster looming'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-115028691218749501</id><published>2006-06-14T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T05:08:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gd life</title><content type='html'>World Cup, a cup that the whole world is fighting for. What does it do? Fill it with water and drink from it? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to Xing Yao's house to stay overnight to watch france match and brazil match. Arrived at his house at like 8 cos we missed our stop and went on a long long journey &lt;u&gt;away &lt;/u&gt;from his house. Had to walk like a mile back to where his house was. When we reached we played Guilty Gear XX and Unreal Tournament. Then went to crap in his room for like 11 to 1. Pillow fights, wrestling, laming... haha had so much fun. Watched lame clips on youtubes and laughed off our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... u shud go see them when u hav the time. Of one was like soccer bloopers. Ohh my... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched soccer, boring france match, no goal. For brazil, it was a pathetic 1 goal. &gt;.&lt; After the match we went to crap for abt 1 hour before everybody succumbed to the devil of sleep. Slept soundly and woke up at like 1? Omg..&lt;br /&gt;Continued to play and havok(?) around his house. Then he told us his parents couldnt sleep cos we were too noisy... Oops.. Hey who cares... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had like instant noodles with some chicken and luncheon meat for lunch. By the time we knew it it was already 6+. So late!! Was soooo tired... They wanted to have dinner at lot 1. But i was too tired, so i zhao first home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun overnight stay. Friends can be helpful when u are feeling lonely, but it didnt help totally. From this i learnt sth. Duno why lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What makes life good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is when there is absence of good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-115028691218749501?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/115028691218749501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=115028691218749501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115028691218749501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/115028691218749501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/gd-life.html' title='gd life'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114969483894377820</id><published>2006-06-07T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:40:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaib Gathering2</title><content type='html'>Haha... so excited... Read this msg :&lt;br /&gt;"GAIB members, pls report at clementi control station on wed at 4. Failure to do so will result in loss of generations and ur surname." (Super summarised version, ok not super. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy. It was ages since we had a gathering but the msg did not specify the motive behind reporting. However, as a member of GAIB, we had a responsibility to uphold. We had to resume our most important mission that we went ahead with since sec2. I guess i touched abt our objective in my previous entries.&lt;br /&gt;Our objective: TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHA~!!! ( Told u we were all young once )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reported and did not noe wat was planned, we met up for the sake of meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;7th June 2006, Wednesday, 4.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reached. Rule 251 of GAIB Rules and Regulations states that " Thou shall not be early". We were just following rules, so much for no nd to make choices. (Eh? GP? )&lt;br /&gt;At 4.30pm, everybody reached. Nth planned. So we proceeded to brainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;1)Bball?&lt;br /&gt;2)Lan?&lt;br /&gt;3)KFC?&lt;br /&gt;4)Mac?&lt;br /&gt;5)Pool?&lt;br /&gt;6)Movie?&lt;br /&gt;7)BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess wat we did? The answer is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 !!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we decided to have a BBQ and planned everything and bought everything in 1 hour, GAIB way. So we had a BBQ that lasted all the way to 10+. Normal TCS (Talk Cock Sessions) and laming. Haha.. had so much fun with them. Missed them so much. Gonna hav another outing soon. Cant wait for it ^^.&lt;br /&gt;So much for GAIB. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;*revcerts to normal KL self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114969483894377820?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114969483894377820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114969483894377820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969483894377820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969483894377820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/gaib-gathering2_07.html' title='Gaib Gathering2'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114969416707320020</id><published>2006-06-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:29:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAIB Gathering2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114969416707320020?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114969416707320020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114969416707320020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969416707320020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969416707320020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/gaib-gathering2.html' title='GAIB Gathering2'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114969411544120700</id><published>2006-06-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:28:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Gp mid year over! HOO~!!! No, just joking... (nvm)&lt;br /&gt;Gp mid year was over, and i found out tt actually meeting back frenz were cool. Realised tt i miss them so much. Had so much laughter with them. Treasure u all guys... =D&lt;br /&gt;I did "+ve and -ve impacts of MNCs on Sg society" which i dumped all geography knowledge in. Hope i do well. And hope my compre wouldnt fail like last time. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, boring entry, but i had to update. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114969411544120700?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114969411544120700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114969411544120700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969411544120700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114969411544120700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114917797222122403</id><published>2006-06-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:06:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships</title><content type='html'>Holidays, rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have come to realise that relationships must be cherished. This way, the relationship will last. Friendships for example; stay out of touch and u all will feel like strangers. Not knowing wat topic to talk about or to do around him/her. For a relationship to be maintained, both parties must put in the effort. If you do not have a very good friend where u can stay the night over at his/her place, u have not made the effort. So if u think u noe a person quite well. Think again. Do you noe wat he/she likes or dislikes, wat fav food does he/she like, wat is his/her fav hobby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, a very important part and parcel of our life. You can actually say we cant live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends do not laugh when u fall down,&lt;br /&gt;They help u up.&lt;br /&gt;True friends do not comfort u when u are down,&lt;br /&gt;They cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;True friends nd not noe each others name,&lt;br /&gt;They just noe each other for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends stand the test of distance,&lt;br /&gt;but none will stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore one or both must make the effort to remain as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish ur frenz out there guys. What are the chances of them passing by in ur life? If u miss them u will nv see them again, considering there are so much ppl in the world. Ur fren right now is ur perfect match among all the ppl in the world. So go up to ur fren and give him/her a big hug and thank him for being ur fren. And ppl, stay happy always. =D&lt;br /&gt; - Kai lun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114917797222122403?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114917797222122403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114917797222122403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114917797222122403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114917797222122403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationships.html' title='relationships'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114890814430990335</id><published>2006-05-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T06:09:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness hols!!</title><content type='html'>6 years ago, my perception of hols were "Wahlao.. sian ah... stay at home all day rot. Kaoz..."&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, my perception of hols were "Song ah! can stay home play com all day long nobody chao wo leh! Bahahaha!!"&lt;br /&gt;2 year ago, my perception of hols were "Song ah! can go out with frenz all day long.. Marina Bay! our usual hang out place!"&lt;br /&gt;6 months ago, my perception of the hols changed totally. "Song ah! now can spend all the time in the world with the person dearest to me." =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESH!! Its the holidays! Bet u guys were yearning for it. Anyway guys, i dun think alot of ppl are actually reading this, but honestly speaking, work hard k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are weak, work doubly hard.&lt;br /&gt;To those who nd help, im here.&lt;br /&gt;To those who did well, work harder.&lt;br /&gt;To those who are lazy, work hard too.(that includes me)&lt;br /&gt;To those who study hard at the wrong moment, err.. lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, u guys earnt ur holidays, so enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;-Regards,&lt;br /&gt;  Fren, Gd fren, Best fren, Ex-Vice chair&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, Bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114890814430990335?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114890814430990335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114890814430990335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114890814430990335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114890814430990335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/05/happiness-hols.html' title='happiness hols!!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114800846876727816</id><published>2006-05-18T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:14:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, a very strangling period has just passed. First there was chem spa, then bio spa then maths test and GP presentation. I was so busy and tired i nearly fell asleep while walking. But now its over. Soon it will start again. But i dun really care till then. Till then, i shall be happy. Live happy and the world will be without sadness. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114800846876727816?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114800846876727816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114800846876727816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114800846876727816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114800846876727816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/05/recently-very-strangling-period-has.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114770603509496643</id><published>2006-05-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:13:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chem spa, bio spa and maths test and gp</title><content type='html'>Tml is chem spa and i am here slacking my time away. Why is it everytime before a test i feel so reluctant to study. While others are studying like mad for chem spa, eg. CP, etc. i dun feel the need for studying things. I mean, these things should not be cramped into ur head cos its the exam the nxt day. It SHOULD have been in ur head all along. I have been taught, information that is taught to u is dead. But when u consolidate it with ur viewpoints, it becomes knowledge. I think its damn right. No use cramping info, last minute mugging does not help. All it does is stress. Yea it may help u rmb a point or two. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;KK nvm... only few understands how i think. Lol. I just played a round of dota... my mouse was spoilt.. i could have owned. A spoilt mouse gave me 6-9. If i had a proper mouse i could have owned! Omg. So much for chem spa, its nth. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steam ah steam, wobbly wobbly... lol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114770603509496643?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114770603509496643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114770603509496643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114770603509496643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114770603509496643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/05/chem-spa-bio-spa-and-maths-test-and-gp.html' title='chem spa, bio spa and maths test and gp'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114689119077494712</id><published>2006-05-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:57:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tio gan</title><content type='html'>There was one day, i was super unlucky... I call it the 'tio gan day'. This day was bad, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;Early morning... spirits were low. Why? Chem SPA trial. Skill A is a killer. The only thing it does besides reciting and vomiting out what u have memorised is to waste ur pen ink. No doubt about it. In the future, there will be no experiments like that. Then again, there is the infamous maths lec test which i got to noe after chem SPA trial. NA. No, thats not the location where my injury was. It was the topic to be tested on. As always, i was scolded blur... lol... i guess i am... The test was.. ok... considering the fact that my 2 answers were to wrong significant numbers and there were only 2 questions. =D&lt;br /&gt;Low spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar! How could i forget, i was also scolded by the principal! Woo!! First time experience for me! Fun? no.. duh...He tapped my hand when my head was on the table. 'You! I dun want any porcupine hairstyle. You better change ur hairstyle." was what he said. I jitao sian 1/2. So much for a morning. Everybody stared at me, or rather my porcupine quils. I continued wif my Skill A.To 2cm3 of Pottasium Hydroxide (KOH), add about equal volume of CONCENTRATED HCL AND BURN. Ok... so much for hatred.Lousy day. Kinda sian too... lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114689119077494712?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114689119077494712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114689119077494712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114689119077494712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114689119077494712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/05/tio-gan.html' title='tio gan'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114639140501887783</id><published>2006-04-30T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T03:03:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a saturday, 7 pm, i was sitting on a bench. I looked up at the already darkened sky and looked at the person beside me. I thought deeply. There are 4 million people in S'pore and counting. I must say, how we met was one of the most miraculous things that happened to me. Whenever i looked at her smile, i would smile to myself. I will be happy as long as she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What have i done to deserve u. I am just so lucky to have found someone i could call my own. ( lyrics adapted from somewhere...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently drained of energy, with scars of a losen battle. A huge scar races across my chest, evidence of harvesting has occurred. But bruises are just bruises. They heal. So its ok i dun blame u. Dun take it to heart too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114639140501887783?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114639140501887783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114639140501887783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114639140501887783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114639140501887783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/blissful.html' title='Blissful'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114580724863161463</id><published>2006-04-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:47:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retainer</title><content type='html'>Woo.. i took off my braces. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told u there is a serious time lag between the real world and kl's blogging sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why, after napha, i have a sudden urge to go for pc. Maybe sub-consciously i liked pc. OMG~!! Why would i like such a tedious lesson? Ok.. but it is better than sally's lesson. I mean, what is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am just so lucky, i must have been unlucky in my past 999 lives to deserve this. I am just so fortunate to have her. Lucky boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114580724863161463?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114580724863161463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114580724863161463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114580724863161463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114580724863161463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/retainer.html' title='Retainer'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114537150805220523</id><published>2006-04-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:45:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio test</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... as u are reading this post, i am putting my head into the toilet bowl and getting ready to flush. No kidding. It is bio test tml and im rotting here at the time of 9pm, cos i just reached home. No i dun find the point to study at all. It doesn't matter. The system upon how it is being tested just sux. "These are the questions to the test, go find ur own answers." It is plain useless. You should formulate ur answers on the spot of the exam. Not memorise the structure of which ur supposedly "perfect answer" should be. They said the mid-year would be based on the same system, which means... Nerd-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i just played a round of dota. Now its 1015. Gd luk for my test tml. God bless. I guess i would get a D for this test. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months, inifinite time left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114537150805220523?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114537150805220523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114537150805220523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114537150805220523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114537150805220523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/bio-test.html' title='Bio test'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114507550280636082</id><published>2006-04-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:31:42.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napfa</title><content type='html'>I beg your pardon, but there is a serious time lag between the real world and kl's world of bloggin. I shall now touch on the details on the napfa test that took place 4 days ago. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, i was super worried. I went to CMPB for the checkup yar? and i missed 1 pc lesson. I shud have been rusty which explains why i was scared tt day. But encouragement made me a better man. (Hey isnt tt my nick?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day itself, moody... scared... But it was shortlived. Ok.. quite... cos after school, wat brought my spirits up was actually Pepsi-Cola. No not the drink, the game. *jaw drops* Ok we were bored ok... Had a ultimate battle with eugene that backflip expert. Lotsa ppl played too. Kai liang the crash dummy, Yun jie the breakdancer, chang peng the *pls insert ur own adjective* (and notice i din put his name in caps), Jason, Yiyang. Hmm.. shud be abt it. One word that describes us. Bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to napfa. Ran ran, pull up pull up, sit up sit up, sprint sprint, reach reach, jump jump. In the end. I got a silver. =D Happy me. No BMT for me!! Wee... Means i could spend more time with her. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... but aft tt i felt a pain in my stomach muscle.. wonder wats tt.. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114507550280636082?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114507550280636082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114507550280636082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114507550280636082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114507550280636082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/napfa.html' title='Napfa'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114468111747415110</id><published>2006-04-10T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:58:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy schedule</title><content type='html'>the feeling, it is back, again... The feeling of being choked and squeezed of life is so unbearable. Assignments, tests, results, NAPFA. Yea... and napfa is tml. I dread 2.4 the most, the others are just no kick. Right... and i nearly failed my pull up. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope to produce my personal best tml. My personal best is 12minutes. Not very fast but if u compare it with my previous timing when i was 70+ kg, damn u could say i was fast compared.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. reminds me of Ice Age 2 when part of the dam falls and a beaver shrieked, "Dam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... after tml, after napfa... i will buy a buriza scroll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ppl have the best things that happen to them in their lives. For some it is striking 4-d, for some it is getting good A'lvl results. And for some it is picking up a 60% scroll Glove ATT in maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But for me, it is meeting her and being her bf. Thx for making me a happy person. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So whats urs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114468111747415110?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114468111747415110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114468111747415110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114468111747415110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114468111747415110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-schedule_10.html' title='busy schedule'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114408033272964029</id><published>2006-04-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:05:34.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>og 27 gathering</title><content type='html'>woot! who could guess that i actually organised a first 3 months og outing~!! And it turned out to be quite successful. I got 12 ppl to come down to jec albeit their busy lifestyles. Of which half of them were from JJ, but who cares? Lol... But the turnout rate shud have been more, just that i chose a wrong day. Me bad. And of cos, the famous lazy queens refuse to turn up. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, 0730, Bukit Merah, CMPB building, NS checkup, crap. I swore i couldn't have been mroe bored. They took 4 hours to certify that u are fit for NS or not. But it is really time wasting. There was the blood test, urine test, eye test, X-ray test, heart test, haemoglobin test, BMI test and a lan jiao test. Ok... the last one seemed weird, but they actually checked. BUT WAIT~!! the medical examiner who checked me was a guy, ok maybe not, cos he is gay. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pm, finished my checkup, had lunch at jurong market. After that i made my way to school and slacked b4 attending maths. Hey boring, im going to skip this part. Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS OUTING~!!! Aren't u excited? A class outing, havent had one in ages. It was not bad, at least more ppl went this time. But i went for a while only. I guess if i ate, i couldnt have finished my large pizza. Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the og27 outing i organised. Report at 530 at jec pizza hut was the instruction given to them. It was 530 and i was standing all alone outside. &gt;.&lt; Poor me, but 1 by 1 they all came. It was heartwarming to see them again. It was not as awkard as i thought it would be but hey, with kah kit around, anything goes. We ate, we took neoprints. Yesh... 12 ppl, 1 machine. lol... Then we went home the cheesy way. We stood in a circle and put our hands together and whispered, "27...". And we departed. It was real touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10+ i received a msg. I smiled. I waited. A night worth remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114408033272964029?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114408033272964029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114408033272964029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114408033272964029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114408033272964029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/04/og-27-gathering.html' title='og 27 gathering'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114373504742603713</id><published>2006-03-30T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:10:47.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... my hard work paid off. Thx for ur encouragement that spurred me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use ur time wisely guys. There will be a class outing tml. At the same time, there will be a first 3 months og 27 outing. And i will be skipping pc tml to go for CMPB for a checkup. Haiz.. Heard it was quite err.. quite.... nvm... Busy day, how am i going to survive. Just hope i will. But is shyness really the factor. hmm... im currectly getting glued to the com. ohh no.. gotta kick this habit. But i just cant. I play 4 hours without realising it. The same state as i were in the hols.. Ohh no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114373504742603713?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114373504742603713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114373504742603713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114373504742603713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114373504742603713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114286118632283661</id><published>2006-03-20T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:26:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>School has started. Many ppl will stop reading. " What a boring introduction! " Lol...&lt;br /&gt;But school hasn't started, cos seriously it didn't even end in the first place. Holidays were not even holidays. That was wat i thought when my mum said sch was starting in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my chem lecture test. As promised, i got good results. I was actually quite surprised... Cos i was failing every organic chem test possible. Right yj? But then again, i believe yj will do well in the next. I studied hard for the test and it paid off. And guess y even i tried to study hard. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Maths lecture test that happened long time ago. Everytime i flip open the question paper to reveal a 8.5/20. I JITAO SIAN DIAO!!! Careless mistakes i must say... I have only myself to blame. And today Mr Lee went "You all not interested de mah... You all never listen only do ur own things, all not interested de mah, den i go thru for wat?" I had this gut feeling he was talking to me. Cos the last time he was going through tutorial 22, i was doing tutorial 23 and he had to come over and "O.D.E ah? for wat?" and he walked away. A wise guy has a temper too. And we treaded on his toes. So much for maths tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio lesson, woo... ms wun sang lullaby for 1 and half hour. I forced myself to stay awake and found myself closing eyes. Well, everybody was right.. dun bluff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It has been four months since we got together last year. And day by day we are getting so much closer. To think we were just strangers a few months ago. I am so glad we have come this far. I couldnt have been happier getting to noe u... Thanks for making me the ice cream. And day by day, i feel that i nd u more. Even now, i miss u if i dun see u for a day. I love u dear. Happy 4 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114286118632283661?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114286118632283661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114286118632283661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114286118632283661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114286118632283661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/03/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114225739853494287</id><published>2006-03-13T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:43:19.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>course of life</title><content type='html'>It seems that many ppl have noticed my blog is dead. It cant be helped, i was too busy. Sry guys... But Thy blog shall not fall, it shall be revived. With the help of the holidays, this is of course made possible. =D But then again, holidays dun serve its meaning like it did in the past. Holidays in the past were playing days, days that u spend ur time at home rotting. Not now. Now it is like i am out everyday, a full timetable, a hectic lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon : Gp common test ( just over, i think i screwed it )&lt;br /&gt;Tue : Ogl chalet and supposedly class outing ( sry guys, cant go for class outing, or is there one in the first place? )&lt;br /&gt;Wed : Chalet half day and outing&lt;br /&gt;Thu : Chem test ( i knew it on Sunday when yj told me )&lt;br /&gt;Fri : Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i am out, everyday i am occupied. Haiz... sometimes i just feel so tired that i could slp the whole day. But i on Saturday night, i just realised how much somebody meant to me. I was worried all the while... I swore i nv got tt worried over anything than tt, not even the O'Levels. Thinking abt it, when was i worried abt the O'Levels. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so coincidental? Just read yy's blog abt our course of life. It is true, paths will seperate and we will meet each other less. And my brother has just entered NS a week ago. At first i thought our relationship was shallow and i wouldnt miss him. A week has passed, tt doesnt seem the case. I often ask myself how is it like in the army. My brother is the solution, but i dun get to speak to him until like 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we standing in the world? What do we mean to the world? What can we do for the world? What are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was crap, just practicing my 6W's1H's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of myself in my brother's shoes going to NS. Would i miss my her? Definitley. Will i miss my parents? Probably, but less. As it draws nearer, it seems hard to think. But i shall leave it to a later time to think. Call me a coward; i guess there are also people out there who havent thought of the future; but have u felt the feeling of losing someone. Those who noe, knows it doesnt feel gd at all. That is why i push it to a later date to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i am on cloud nine. =D&lt;br /&gt;HEY GUYS OUT THERE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;DO ME A FAVOUR CAN U???&lt;br /&gt;SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS. U MADE MY DAY. HOPE I MADE YOURS TOO! =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114225739853494287?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114225739853494287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114225739853494287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114225739853494287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114225739853494287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/03/course-of-life.html' title='course of life'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114097049497223679</id><published>2006-02-26T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:14:54.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i actually find joy in doing wat i dreaded most. all i can say is that i am a late game hero. =D divine rapier is mine to behold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114097049497223679?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogl memories are now at the back of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114070402847136032?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114070402847136032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114070402847136032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114070402847136032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114070402847136032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/ogl-memories-are-now-at-back-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-114001776079823829</id><published>2006-02-15T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:36:00.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem test</title><content type='html'>Chem test was today. Realised alot of things aft the test i knew but blanked out in the test itself. The test was hard. But i could have got it all correct. I mean, who couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;I beg for a pass but i think i will probably fail this test.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, i hate it when this happens. It just seems so familiar. Familiar to secondary school. Have i reverted to my old ways? Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Take note, i will score well for the next test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And dear, thx for ur encouragement. Could have felt worst without u by my side. And thx for ur hand-made chocolates and tt keychain. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-114001776079823829?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/114001776079823829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=114001776079823829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114001776079823829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/114001776079823829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/chem-test.html' title='Chem test'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113992831687990087</id><published>2006-02-14T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:47:06.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day~!!!</title><content type='html'>LOL ~!!! I wished everyday was Valentine's Day! Not for any other reason but actually, everybody seemed super happy today and that made me felt super gd as well!!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine stranger J1s walking up to u and paste a note on ur shoulder and shrieks " HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY~!!!! " Lol.. i swear it put a smile on my face. This infectious smile took the world by storm, even in the early morning where ppl normally stayed dead as usual. This day was an exception, everybody seemed hyper. The gifts i received today really put a smile on my face. Thx to those ppl who gave pressies to me. Im sorry i couldnt give u back any pressies cos im a guy. And that it is hard for a guy to be doing all these things yar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PC, killed us. But after PC was the fun part. Yun Jie and Kai Liang had softball training. I bet they died while doing PC, they should not have any strength for softball later. They WILL die. Lol, so much for Valentine's. Wish everybody happiness~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hehe.. we went to PS to meet up wif her frenz. Wow, they were eating at Fish &amp;amp; Co. And so there were like 7 girls and i was the only boy. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx dear, for ur pressie. I am like so touched... Luv u. Hope u liked wat i gave u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113992831687990087?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113992831687990087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113992831687990087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113992831687990087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113992831687990087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day~!!!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113949080088005572</id><published>2006-02-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:13:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thx dear...</title><content type='html'>Ohh no... i am getting fatter and fatter now... For supper i ate 4 pieces of large pizza, ate 2 spicy drumlets and drank 2 cups of pepsi. I think that was equivalent to like 1 year of exercise. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooo !!! lol... omg... ahyar. Heck lar... Anyway, chem spa went relatively smooth. It was one of the scenarios that u are 99% sure that u will score. That 1% is left for mistakes; such mistakes include the ones i made. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3 sick fig. To hell with it man. But i do not die alone, CP has made the same mistake. Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;Maths test, relatively easy, but i really hope i interpreted it correctly. Meanwhile, it is a happy world out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thx dear for today... I will cherish u more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113949080088005572?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113949080088005572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113949080088005572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113949080088005572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113949080088005572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/thx-dear.html' title='Thx dear...'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113932698932148570</id><published>2006-02-07T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:43:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings... betrayal imminent</title><content type='html'>Haha... who says i update in centuries. I update in posts. Ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i am getting back on track. The study rythym has found itself to me. Suddenly everything has stabalised and i feel it is a norm to . . .  Nearly everything is in favour now... except for a nucleophilic substitution. Noooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes, i fall deeper. Valentine's day is coming. Viola~!! No nd for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this post is just to spite yj. Haha.. =P Anyway, i will have a proper post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I held ur hand. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113932698932148570?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113932698932148570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113932698932148570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113932698932148570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113932698932148570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/mixed-feelings-betrayal-imminent.html' title='Mixed feelings... betrayal imminent'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113889113855564627</id><published>2006-02-02T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:38:58.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding hands... =D</title><content type='html'>Ahh... needless to say. Revelation is up. No more ogl stuff, no more burning midnight oil making pressies for the campers. Cos i stayed up till 3 sth just to wrap sweets alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now struggling to keep up with the lessons i missed all the time. LOL. All the bullshit tt i said it was worth to be an ogl. I take it back. Ok, i take some back. At least i had some opportunites, actually many opportunities. =D&lt;br /&gt;So for now, i screwed my bio, screwed my chem, screwed my maths. Failed my chem test, one of the few tests i screwed myself upside down. Bio, screwed it too, careless mistake caused me 5 marks. Maths, needless to say, 10 marks gone. Only realised my mistake after i handed in my paper. And i thought i was very confident, wat did i noe. I drew the wrong diagram, whole question wrong. Misinterpretion is deadly. Screw myself. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha... so funny. So funny... Everytime i rmb tt moment, tt smiling face, tt heart-warming feeling, i would smile to myself. I felt so happy. Honest to say, it was a rollercoaster at tt moment. However, once i crossed the psychological barrier, it became the most happy moment of my life. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113889113855564627?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113889113855564627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113889113855564627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113889113855564627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113889113855564627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/02/holding-hands-d.html' title='holding hands... =D'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113844367856995990</id><published>2006-01-28T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:42:00.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing~!</title><content type='html'>Haha, the chinese new year eve's eve. And where i went? Marina, for steamboat of cos. It was one of a hell day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to report at 7 to school for mass dance with the J1s. And i woke up at 650. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed and finally reached sch at 720, just in time for 2 mass dance, which i danced on my own. &gt;.&lt; !!&lt;br /&gt;Concert, boring, cos i was waiting for aft the concert. This year was special, i dreaded to go back to nh, cos nobody went. Jon went ky house, which means ky din go too. Most of GAIB din go too, so i didnt want to go. I went west mall and window shopped the shops that were not open. Cos it was only 945. Met lynette and pei wen(did i get it right?) at kfc. Then went home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet at 5 at marina mrt control station. That was the plan. But at 530, we the 5 of us were waiting for guo tie. Wait... guo tie went~!! Scared the hell out of me, but to be honest, he really brought much fun and laughter to the group. Not to mention we walked fr marina mrt to the steamboat area. We ate, we laughed, we choked, we drank and played and drank more. Jason spat on yun jie's pants... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh we had so much fun. Beside us was the tempting arcade, a guy's hangout. But we couldnt pangseh the girls. So i suggested walking to esplanade, a mistake in the first place. It was dark and scary but not for me. Cos i walked thru it a few times already. It made some people speechless. All my fault. But the one hour journey had just begun. As quoted lots of times, the night was still young. We walked all the way to marina square where we met the unthinkable; ms wun. OMG~!! They were in the arcade, definitely not a hang out for a bio teacher, but tt doesnt seem the case. We teased and stalked her before settling down on Daytona race. I cant bliv it, Jason won twice out of the 2 races we played. - .-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk cocked and made our way home but realised ms wun was now in mac. So much for coincidence. Lol... Went home, it was chinese new year's eve already. msg-ed. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the 2nd successful class outing. Lala... so many last minute cancellations. haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113844367856995990?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113844367856995990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113844367856995990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113844367856995990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113844367856995990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/01/class-outing.html' title='Class outing~!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113811281415613001</id><published>2006-01-24T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:26:54.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance</title><content type='html'>I broke my specs and i realised how impt my specs was.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my tutorial and i realised how impt my tutorial was.&lt;br /&gt;I failed my chem test and i realised how impt studying was.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my internet connection and i realised how impt frenz were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant imagining having to lose u.&lt;br /&gt;You are too precious to me,&lt;br /&gt;you are my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113811281415613001?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113811281415613001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113811281415613001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113811281415613001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113811281415613001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/01/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113699653954578727</id><published>2006-01-11T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:22:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school reopens, orientation, cca open house, u...</title><content type='html'>School has officially started this week, at least for me. I have started to rush through wat has been thought when i was not around. I am struggling to catch up with the tutorials that were supposed to be handed in. Maths is a goner, so is bio statistics and organic. Slowly bit by bit, i am trying to grasp the technique of studying again. But the school has just reopened and this is not the problem(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cca open house, i dilly dally-ed for about 1 hour since i am, cca-less. For your information i just quit badminton. It was last week. A hasty decision, but at least there is no more weight on my shoulders. The first person i told was(?). Back to the topic, i did nth tt day. One impt even tt day, OG 20 members invited to meet the OGLs at 215 at the concourse. Wondered wat were they up to. When we arrived, man they were wreaking havoc. The boys have their own cliques in which they seem like long lost frenz. Who believes that their friendships are only 1 week old? As an OGL, i am proud. I have done my job well. But this is not the problem again. THE OG MADE STH FOR US~!!!&lt;br /&gt;OG 20 made 4 memory boxes in which they stuffed letters, sweets, cranes, stars, anything and everything nice. As i took out all the letters and stuff from their gigantic memory box, my eye kinda felt watery. They were so nice. All sorts of things that took a long time to do. They were all in the memory box. All i could say is that they were very creative. We gave each of them a memory box in which a bookmark, a lightstick, a sweet and a testi each. They gave us back another memory box which was stuffed with things 10 times as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt it was actually worth it to be an OGL. The lessons missed in a week, they aren't actually that impt. It is only a week of lesson. But the bonds that were forged on the very first orientation week, they are much more impt than anything could be. I feel good, important and cared for. All the things, all the muscles strained and sweat were actually worth it. From totally strangers to now that we were, i feel great and delighted that i have done my job. Not to mention i cried on the last day of camp. Shaun cried even more jialat... lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all narrows down to a few words. I have succeeded, i really appreciate all those things. OG 20 u rawk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All thats impt is that i could put a smile on ur face, nth else matters. Im glad u are happy. You are right, "It is the company that matters.". Thanks dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113699653954578727?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113699653954578727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113699653954578727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113699653954578727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113699653954578727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-reopens-orientation-cca-open.html' title='school reopens, orientation, cca open house, u...'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113670703259704904</id><published>2006-01-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:57:12.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation camp 06</title><content type='html'>The camp was just over. The most tiring camp in my life has just passed. How much sleep have i got? half an hour... In how many days? 2 days. Tt pretty much explains how tired i was.&lt;br /&gt;I slept during debriefs, i dozed when i was holding the flag, using it to cover my sleeping face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was worth it. Our og bonded pretty well. There wasnt much for me to do. All i did was take a backstage stand but it was enough. On JJ night, mass dance, songs, Mr Leow gave a talk. We sang our batch song, campers cried, specifically, Ivan cried. How does it feel when 28 people hugged u and surrounded u and chanted "We love OGLs"&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to reduce someone to tears. However i was strong enough to hold them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, i had no sleep. Dozing off even sitting on the table. At 5 sth, we were still making pressies for the campers. I must emphasise the 5, it was a.m. I was really shagged. But i still went on. So much for Plus Ultra.&lt;br /&gt;e-Web. I bet many of u still rmb. It was a programme that allows u to thank everyone in a group with all u feelings bared. If u were very bonded to the group, u will cry without hesitation. Some of the campers cried, which was a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;Camp debrief, songs were sung and delegated. OGLs stood in a row. Shaun had a hard time controlling his tears, so did everybody. I guessed nearly everybody cried. Even me. The camp was over, i lost my voice. Cos of uncontr0lled shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i felt proud of myself. I led Family 4 in a cheer once and gained support from all of them. Shaun supported me by joining me. I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG 20's campers were great. Tho not all were enthu, i felt great they felt cared for. So much for orientation. Now wheres my chem assignment? noo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113670703259704904?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113670703259704904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113670703259704904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113670703259704904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113670703259704904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2006/01/orientation-camp-06.html' title='orientation camp 06'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113609388787752704</id><published>2005-12-31T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:38:07.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, 06</title><content type='html'>11.50 of the last day of 05, i was at highway overlooking the river. So many thoughts rushed through my head. The thing i did, the things i could have done, the promises i made, the promises i have broken, the memories spent wif my loved ones, the memories of conflicts with other people. All this remeniscense could just take up 1 hour of ur time. I felt kinda blue all of a sudden but it was just me. Maybe cos... (cant mention it in my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00. Without prior warning, i could hear Gurmit Singh or some other host shout Happy New Year at a stage quite far away which was followed by fireworks. I swear it couldnt have been nicer. I stood around 100 metres away from the spot where the fireworks were fired. In the midst of fireworks, everything and everybody was just quiet. I was surprised. Everybody who had their sight on the fireworks actually shared a same common thought. Everybody was in unison. They were all welcoming the new year. It was definitely a beautiful sight. And i realised tt something i found in the lines of tv serials to be quite true. I think it was posted in my previous posts. The fireworks were loud, sending shockwaves to shake the whole highway where 1000 people were gathered. Another 2000 plus lined up along the banks of the river. It lasted about 10 minutes. It was beautiful and i wished it'd be longer. I wished i could share the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new start. More things could be done. Have faith, strive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Love is when u see something beautiful and u just want to share it with the other party., I wish to share it with u."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113609388787752704?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113609388787752704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113609388787752704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113609388787752704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113609388787752704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-06.html' title='New Year, 06'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113586962269369428</id><published>2005-12-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T07:20:22.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisuki</title><content type='html'>Ah... I feel so happy. The feelings, the doubts i had in my heart, they have been cleared. Just couldnt stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that im happy cos our family is getting closer and closer to each other. It is just so much fun to noe strangers and get very close to them. We are even so close to the extent tt we prank call each other. (Since we din even noe each other's hp no.) Lol... Oo... i am so excited about orientation 06~!! F4 RoX ~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is... Daisuki... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113586962269369428?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113586962269369428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113586962269369428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113586962269369428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113586962269369428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/daisuki.html' title='Daisuki'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113577937105733192</id><published>2005-12-28T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:16:11.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope it happens</title><content type='html'>The ogl camp has just happened. 2days 1 night, a short short camp, but a tiring one nonetheless. Had mass dance sessions which taught us new and meaningful dances. That was clearly my fav and my most hated. ( ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this world of combat held on the second day which totally owned. It was so fun that i didnt mind the flour and all. But during the first day, the 'series of unfortunate events' is another story. It was dirty and not very fun. Had a pretty fun time and a pretty bad injury. 3 broken toes, 1 toe disfigured. Not to mention i had no sleep. I slepy 6 hours when i reached home. WOah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, i really hope it works. It feels awkward, but i will never give up. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113577937105733192?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113577937105733192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113577937105733192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113577937105733192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113577937105733192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/hope-it-happens.html' title='Hope it happens'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113552995734827334</id><published>2005-12-25T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:59:17.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 05</title><content type='html'>*breathes out very loudly*&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over, and i cant believe how i spent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm 24th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;I was still in my pyjamas thinking "What a great great Christmas eve this year it would be. Its just me and my com!" I was so bored. No foam, no countdown, no party. Haiz... I am left all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.15 pm 24th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;A sms read: GAIB meeting, report at 7 at Marina.(summarised version)&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!!! A Gathering!! GAIB gathering combo, from 22nd to 24th... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 pm to 11.59 pm 24th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat, talk cock, arcade. Err.. the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 am to 10.00 am 25th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;Spent a night at my friend's house. GAIB Member's hideout. Totally fun. Did not sleep, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 am to 2.00 pm 25th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;Just realised it WAS Christmas. But no point. I was too tired. I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00 pm to 11.59 am 25th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;Relatives came, played games, forfeit, ate 2 chilli crabs as a forfeit, drank 1 litre of water on my own free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my Christmas. How was urs? FUN? SURE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113552995734827334?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113552995734827334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113552995734827334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113552995734827334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113552995734827334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-05.html' title='Christmas 05'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113540196588423125</id><published>2005-12-23T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:26:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaib gathering</title><content type='html'>Aww... I just cant get enough of my friends... Just realised that it is so much fun being with them. Haha... We all knew that all of the [G]enius [A]ngels [I]n [B]lack members would be occupied on christmas eve and on christmas itself, which was why we decided to meet up the christmas' eve's eve. Haha... it was a last minute decision, but all of them turned up. =D Forgot to mention it was a [G].[A].[I].[B] + 1 meeting. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to watch the chronicles of narnia. I dun spoiler u. U all want to watch go watch lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, they put a smile on ur face everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Even in times of distress, they do not leave u, they help u.&lt;br /&gt;When u are sad, they do not comfort u, they cry with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a christmas' eve's eve. On christmas eve, im stuck at home... argh... so bored... But it is different on Christmas. The white white christmas is nearing. Reminds me of the old days whenever i look at the skin of my blog. Notice that it is a "white white christmas" skin. Yea.. i changed it last year, exactly during this period. And then again, i din not change the skin for a year or so. Cos it brings back fond memories. And it brings new ones as well. So im just closing my eyes remembering the good ole' times that i have spent. Somehow i feel totally relaxed. I feel blissful. Talking abt blissful. We are all blessed. We...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy xmas eve to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113540196588423125?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113540196588423125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113540196588423125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113540196588423125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113540196588423125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/gaib-gathering.html' title='gaib gathering'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113490679082691673</id><published>2005-12-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T03:53:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago, 05</title><content type='html'>Its nearing the festive season. Spirits are high, cos the feeling of christmas will just overwhelm us making us happy. Such a joyous occasion, i believe it brings back memories for many of u out there. Memories of times spent with your families, friends; basically ur loved ones. Nearing the day of christmas, it suddenly let me to remember a group of people i got so close to last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that all the times that were spent together were over in just a flash. Get to cherish it as it will really be over before u know it. Take Jc1 for example, a year has passed, ok actually its 7 months to be exact. After like 7 months, i din really get to know anybody real well. I was such a failure... haha... It could be because i was shy (I am ok... =P) or it could be because i din even bother. But nonetheless, yar... i din get to noe anyone to tt extent i knew what their fav food was, wat colour they like, kinda thing. So i think that actually u should handle ur time real well. Some things are meant to be sacrificed. And when they are, u get a better deal out of them; friendships, relationships, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, i think i was recovering from a trauma. It was not a trauma, i was just exaggerating. But at least it reduced me to tears, sadly. It was one of the worst things that happened to me. I had to let go. But luckily i had a group of close friends that took me through the tide. Thus resulting a happy me when i stepped into the first 3 months of jjc. Of cos aft that i was still happy. I recovered totally.&lt;br /&gt;One year later, i am in the best mood anybody could be. Ahh... Just breathe the fresh air. Everything just seems fun. Its a wonder that Christmas seems so fun, with that spirit and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moment. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113490679082691673?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113490679082691673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113490679082691673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113490679082691673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113490679082691673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-year-ago-05.html' title='1 year ago, 05'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113465035092339000</id><published>2005-12-15T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:39:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>I feel so isolated from the world. The holidays are just wasting ur time. But luckily its coming to an end. I look forward to school, i look forward to a hectic life. Probably because i am used to it. But actually i look forward to sch for another more impt reason besides frenz. I look forward to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113465035092339000?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113465035092339000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113465035092339000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113465035092339000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113465035092339000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113405556516162897</id><published>2005-12-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:26:05.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th b'day kl</title><content type='html'>7th December, a very very special day. A day commemorated for the victims who were bmbed in Pearl Harbour by the Japanese Kamikaze Zero Fighter Plane Group. This was one very very special day, it taught us a lesson to be prepared for anything that may come. Just like the sailors aboard the ships at Pearl Harbour, they were not ready for battle when the attack came. Therefore resulting in more casualties than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, my main point was: 7th december is my birthday. Above part was crap lar.&lt;br /&gt;7th December *2005*, a day that i will always remember. It is the day i got to spend time with my loved ones. =D This year, it was quite different from previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, 7th december was just another casual day for me. Since primary schools, because my b'day was in the end of year holidays, i guess some of my frenz dun even bother to remember. SO there were no cards, no greetings, no phone calls, no handphones to sms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;"Just another day", was the norm on my birthday. I have always seen children in tv dramas having glamorous birthday bashes and iniviting lotsa friends and played lotsa games. Oh man it looks fun. But when i got older, i laughed at them. Of all of the people invited, how many is the birthday boy's/girl's true fren? I laughed at their naiveness. But actually, i was laughing at myself. I had none. No greetings, no wishes. I was invisible in class? in school? Did i do anything wrong to deserve this. I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Every year i would only celebrate my birthday with my family. A cake and a song does it. My birthday's over. And every year i will not be looking forward to it, cos im jus expecting another different cake.&lt;br /&gt;But this year is different. I get to spend it with my family, my friend and my dar. I celebrated it with the most impt people in my life. This year there was no cake, but for some reason i was happier. Had a birthday dinner on the 6th with my family at a place which serves my favourite food. We went Sakae Sushi. For those out there, if u still duno, my fav food is jap food. Had such a spread. The servings were huge, so was the bill. But it was my birthday, there was no restrain.&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th, i spent the evening to night time with dar. ( =D=D=D=D )&lt;br /&gt;From 11 to 6, PM, i spent it at jonathan's house. LOL, we did everything possible. Lf2, Sega, N64... OMG~!! Went home and slept till 2 nxt afternoon. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday is the best birthday of my life. In addition, i received so many greetings from all my frenz!! I was so touched they remembered. Real touched, there was msn, letters, sms and calls. Time was spent with them and balanced out appropriately. I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, however, i failed in my mission. So sad. I will, i will zettai ( zettai=definitely in jap ) try and do it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113405556516162897?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113405556516162897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113405556516162897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113405556516162897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113405556516162897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-17th-bday-kl.html' title='Happy 17th b&apos;day kl'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113384574686829291</id><published>2005-12-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:09:06.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>And i thought holidays were the most fun times of our lives. I was wrong. Staying at home doin nth sux. I have a computer, but theres no real games to play. Of cos i went out with my frenz and all, but when u stay at home, it is just plain sian. Haiz... i cant wait for school to start. But most probably when school starts i would change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that, actually comp games just eats into ur life. I mean, there are so much things out there that could have been done. But u just give it up for what? Playing? What do u gain from it? Money? No. Mesos? Yes. But whats the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised that the time spent on comp games could actualy be used for things like building relationships and chatting which will ultimately bring frenz closer to each other. I have learnt alot during the ogl outing. I have learnt that actually doing some crazy things with people u duno will actually bond u to them. And i have got to noe alot of ppl there. Without proper introduction whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised in a good relationship, there is no use for a name. For the person will recognise u for u. No name is needed for that sense of identity. He sees u just as u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just sacrificing some time will bring u closer to one another. Sometimes it is good to know a different side of a person. It allows u to understand him/her at a different angle and at a deeper level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My b'dae, i think its going to be great this year tho i duno exactly where to go. Cos i have great company. Hope i will come up with sth. I really want u to enjoy. Maybe wat to do aint tt impt, *grinz*, as long as u are with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113384574686829291?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113384574686829291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113384574686829291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113384574686829291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113384574686829291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113370873715867838</id><published>2005-12-04T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T07:05:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family outing at sentosa 05</title><content type='html'>Ow... my skin is red. Yep, u guessed it right. I have been sunburnt. One day out is enough to toast u to a cooked lobster like colour, red. But as always, beneath it comes the tan which is wat i like about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was saturday, we went for our ogl outing at sentosa. The expected turn out rate was 129, but i think abt 60 turned up? and 10+ ppl left b4 1. However, we had loads of fun dunking people and of course, being dunked as well. The first victim was hui qin. Followed by nearly everybody. Omg, Qamarul, Kenton and Naz were like dunking ppl like throwing small kids into water. No struggle, i myself was fireman-ed by Kenton but i pulled him into the water as well. Hah. Before that, me Zi Yao and Jing Hong were like, "Eh we three very dry hor, sit down safer." Lol... den somebody got dunked we backstabbed them. Hee it was fun. Then Jing Hong said, "Haiz we three still so dry" And when he said finish, he was carried by Qamarul and dunked, headfirst. We were like saluting. But all of us went into the water, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch wif Jun Han and yin xing. Lunch break, 1 hour. Journey to burger king, 1 hour. Not to mention eating. The games that were planned were scrapped and free time!! WOO! More dunking~!! We learnt our mass dance which was like so tough but it was fun. (U mus do that sexy pose while i do the breakdance... lol...) She wasnt there the whole time, and i was being dunked in the meantime. We played soccer, frisbee, volleyball and captain's ball. So tired...&lt;br /&gt;And it was so hot we went for a dip. Had a great time talk cock with samuel and si mei. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;stayed till 5, from 9+. 1 whole day under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look beautiful, rest more ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113370873715867838?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113370873715867838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113370873715867838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113370873715867838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113370873715867838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/12/family-outing-at-sentosa-05.html' title='Family outing at sentosa 05'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113334372341380762</id><published>2005-11-30T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:42:03.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005. sec 2 chalet</title><content type='html'>Haha...i have been looking forward to this chalet since August. Why? Cos it will be so much fun. All the lamer friends will be there. I never knew anyone that could outlame them. So whenever im with them i can jus relax and lame with them. Those times were the most fun times of my life. There were sweet moments, but of course there were bitter moments too. There were times of argument and conflict, but all for the better. Conflicts resolved, arguments cleared, it brought us closer to one another, closer than anybody could be. Say, would u meet ur sec 2 frenz every week? Well, we do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this chalet can be said as sian and fun. Sian cos there were like only 14 ppl on the first day and gradually decreased on the second day to 9 ppl. Before going to the chalet, we met nearly everybody at jp for a quick lunch b4 zhao to pasir ris. A long mrt journet begun and we started to talk cock as well. That was jus so like us. We talk cock every now and then. It was the first day. Nothing was planned, no timetable, no organisation. We did wat we feel like doing. Impromptu. So there we were, doing wat we have been doing at chalets since sec 2. We moved the whole chalet upside down. Tv was moved, sofas were moved, beds were spreaded out. Then an Xbox was whipped out and all boys were glued to that. Typical boys, i one of them. =D&lt;br /&gt;What could we have done, we could have gone cycling, we could have flied a kite (right...). But we sticked to the norm, Taidi, Xbox, mahjong and talk cock. First night, Xbox, dinner. The most impt thing abt us is that we are crazy. We wanted to play soccer from 12 to 6. So we went to our old spot, the car park. I didnt bring any shoes, so i had to run bare-footed. Ow...&lt;br /&gt;But b4 we could do anything, a security guard came and scolded us bla bla bla.... Yea, we gave in and shifted to another spot. A 2nd security guard scolded us! Nvm, we shifted back to the old spot thinking "Ahyar, wont so suay de lar..." We were right, 5 security guards were on their patrol. No words said, our ball was nearly confiscated. lol... wont so suay only mah... 5 only mah...&lt;br /&gt;Went back to chalet, had a chat on the phone. Some slept, some played Xbox. Anything goes in a dark room. 5 boys and a girl. What u thinking? We talked only. Had a rather fun tc time considering there were snorts every now and then. I didnt sleep throughout the first day. And before i knew it, i talked with yvonne all the way from 3 sth to 11+. A heart-baring talk, everything came out. A brand new day started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day, we waited for all to be awake before we went to eat our breakfast. Which was... i forgot. Omg. Anyway, we went to play pool. Looked out for a place for lan but there was none. Whole day revolved abt being in the chalet. Night time was the real time to be out. We went arcade, we went pool, we went bowling, we went for the table soccer... (u noe those kind where u play soccer rotating some sticks?) We spent nearly 20 dollars on it? No idea, nobody counted the tokens we used up. I think we went back to chalet at abt 4 ? Had difficulty sleeping. Tossed and turned from 4 to 6 on a sofa! Then, i saw an empty bed, salvation. I slept till 11. the nxt morning. And i woke up to realise that the empty bed was because someone had to go toilet, he wanted it back but had no choice as i was already asleep. Felt so bad. But could u imagine how tired i was? Slept in like less than 1 minute, less than the time taken for a person to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the third day. For all those that it was boring, cos all the laming in between were not written down... We went Mac for breakfast. Then went to Paradiz for lan. Played 3 games. Lost all 3. Not my fault, i sumpa. What can a small techies do?&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 5+, slept till 9. Ate dinner and slept till nxt day, 11. Pro boh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113334372341380762?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113334372341380762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113334372341380762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113334372341380762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113334372341380762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/2005-sec-2-chalet.html' title='2005. sec 2 chalet'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113290856504883263</id><published>2005-11-25T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:49:25.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week le!!</title><content type='html'>Heh... Hehe... i cant stop smiling. It has been one week le. And today was one of the most enjoyable days. We celebrated our one week anniversary. I'm glad u liked it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually in the past, i have always wondered, what was it like to have a gf. And i have always thought that i will never have a gf all my life. Adding to the fact i was fat and ugly and nerdy-looking at tt certain point of time. It was just totally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;But i have learnt. Somebody will like u for u. No matter how u look like, hows ur personality, theres always be someone with complementary base pairing. (Yar u noe where im heading too do you.)&lt;br /&gt;So do not fret, if he/she rejects u. Whats worst is that he/she doesn't noe abt it. Cos there may be one in a million chance that he/she likes u too. And only if u try would u noe the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at it in a mathematical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probability of match if u try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/1000000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Probability of match if u DONT try:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;0/1000000 = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yar, so do try. At least one will noe the answer and stop drowning in a sorrow of his/her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113290856504883263?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113290856504883263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113290856504883263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113290856504883263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113290856504883263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-week-le.html' title='one week le!!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113271057568964703</id><published>2005-11-22T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:49:35.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>got to noe her better</title><content type='html'>Had a long cdc conference today. But wat i have been really waiting is not for it to end, but for the breaks in between. The minister walked past me and all my zone members and he diao-ed every single one of us. He diao us! tt bald headed guy.&lt;br /&gt;And i just found out that ushering could be quite fun if u put ur heart to it. The smiles and 'thank you' u receieve is jus so satisfying that it also puts a smile on ur face. The whole thing ended at 6+ which was like omg? 715 to 6 leh! nearly 12 hours, 1/2 a day 1/60 a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i pei-ed my dar to training, but we stopped by at west mall for our dinner. Then we waited for her frenz to arrive b4 we went to train. Wah the training was so tough. Haha... And the training ended at 1030. Whew...&lt;br /&gt;She had a match tml and i wanted to go and support her but she asked me not to go. I guessed there were underlying reasons for tt, so i decided to follow her decision.&lt;br /&gt;Gd luk dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113271057568964703?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113271057568964703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113271057568964703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113271057568964703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113271057568964703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-to-noe-her-better.html' title='got to noe her better'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113237064833907763</id><published>2005-11-18T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:24:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official! i have a gf!</title><content type='html'>Hah... the most impt date to note. 18th Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113237064833907763?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113237064833907763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113237064833907763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113237064833907763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113237064833907763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-official-i-have-gf.html' title='Its official! i have a gf!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113222983927740730</id><published>2005-11-17T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:25:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first date</title><content type='html'>Another date to note, 17th Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought walking was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davin link, mini milk-shaped er herms... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i got was an "ee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Day~!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx Jason. I owe u one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i saw the missing ginger bread man at west mall's pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a balance. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113222983927740730?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113222983927740730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113222983927740730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113222983927740730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113222983927740730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-date.html' title='first date'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113202725918964308</id><published>2005-11-14T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:00:59.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New experience, happy one tho</title><content type='html'>Recently, i realised that my blog was actually accessible to lots of ppl from a person. I realised what i typed here was actually discussed by ppl which was passed around like hotcakes. Omg, i did not know so many ppl had my url. I gave it to ppl only when they ask, and i believe its only a few though there may be links here and there. But its quite breath taking when sth u thought could be so personal be discussed by ppl. But i trust the people that know my blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that u guys will read it here and not take it elsewhere. Neither shall it be distributed like leaflets or newspapers.  So no hard feelings. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these trivial things will not affect following entries in helping u noe wat happened in kai lun's life. Yea~!! ( You all should jump for joy too )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk.. much for tt disclaimer. This is actually a new experience for me, a happy one though. As im learning how to be more sensitive, i also learn how to treat ppl better. But i just cant wait for orientation to begin. Cos aft tt, we would be in school much more often. Probably my first true  relationship, one that i really commit myself to.  However i must stress, studies are impt too... But meanwhile, when we have the time to slack, SLACK! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a short update, the main crux was the top part. I seem naggy (yes dear.. we are), but dun take it out of here, dun discuss it... ok? haha... thx.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113202725918964308?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113202725918964308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113202725918964308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113202725918964308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113202725918964308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-experience-happy-one-tho.html' title='New experience, happy one tho'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113189278579996193</id><published>2005-11-13T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:39:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Lol... i did it, i pulled out my courage within and asked. The result, a positive yes!!&lt;br /&gt;I am delighted. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;A mutual respect, a mutual concession.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it works out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sat, 12th nov, a day i will never forget for the rest of my life; we painted our og flag. Omg we had so much fun. Everybody had chances to spearhead the drawing of the flag. Of cos there were shattering of spines and stepping on paint. But nonetheless, it was fun. Cos the paint was easily removed. They gave it a name. It was called emulsion. Which briefly brings me back to my secondary school days. I remembered a friend who applied alcohol on his hand like it was some kind of hand lotion. He said it was comfortable, but the tears in his eyes betrayed him. It was painful.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we painted from 9 to 1130. From there, "our" meeting was supposed to be 1130 to 1200. But Mr Leow had to give a talk, which lasted till 3? We learnt new songs and food cheers. Somehow i felt that today was not the day. She was not free, so i couldnt approach. Well, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, 12am, we were chatting. Maybe there were too many hints. We hinted each other for like half an hour. Then my parents asked me to go sleep. Next, i sms-ed her to ask. Hah... the first msg was delayed resulting in her thinking i was blur!! Lol !! Anyway, i got my point across. She catched it and returned it to me, positively.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep that night. I was too happy. =D=D&lt;br /&gt;Something that i have yearnt for since the Leadership camp has finally came true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113189278579996193?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113189278579996193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113189278579996193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113189278579996193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113189278579996193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113155351276579509</id><published>2005-11-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:25:12.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, hope so.</title><content type='html'>Woo... op is over. Now i can fly. Nth burdening me. Wait, *checks KL timetable*, omg. I am not free until next tue. Cannot touch com until nxt tue. OMG~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, i hope tt this chance tt is given to me will be useful. My chance, my opportunity. I will grab it. I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113155351276579509?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113155351276579509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113155351276579509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113155351276579509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113155351276579509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-hope-so.html' title='maybe, hope so.'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113111492272094138</id><published>2005-11-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:35:22.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Blog...</title><content type='html'>Wow... look at the rust all over the site *Attempts to clean the rust*&lt;br /&gt;No doubt there IS rust. You know what does it proves? Yea, u guessed it, my site was made of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the topic, i havent really update in like ages. Reason? I am weighed down by op, How does one even enjoy time when one noes that something stressful is heading ur way. Had a rather rough and tired day. Mapled in the morning, only to go to ossyria, but the boat has only me!! F4 !!! Then said gdbye to yun jie and i was on my way to sch for the designing of the flag of our og. OG 20!! I cant believe how many friends i made today. Hah... had a fun time. So talk cocked with others and bonded well for an hour plus. Then i went to ky house to play. Jm, Jq and jon were there le. Played PS2 and com for a while. Even played Rakion!! WOO!! Fun game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i was playing, i asked jon, "Eh jon, now wat time le?"&lt;br /&gt;He said in a relaxed tone, "Orh, si dian only."&lt;br /&gt;So i thought, chey only four o'clock, still can play longer go home jus nice for dinner. But wait, i seemed to be forgetting sth. So i stopped to think. *Ding! (Lightbulb lights up)*&lt;br /&gt;I have bio lesson ! Ohh well, it starts at four tho.&lt;br /&gt;So i asked jon again cos i was concentrating on tt round, "Really ah, now si dian le ah?"&lt;br /&gt;He said in a trustworthy manner, "No lar, i bluff u."&lt;br /&gt;Omg how relieved I was!! But he continued, "Now then si dian, jus now san dian wu shi jiu fen wu shi jiu miao."&lt;br /&gt;NANI ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol... i rushed out of ky house and ran to sch. I reached sch at 4.10. I am dead meat, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;But the freaking teacher dua bai lar !!! HE 1 hour latEE!!!! NUS BIG FARK AH!!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end i ran non stop for 5 min for nth... so tired... well... suay lar, wat can i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113111492272094138?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113111492272094138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113111492272094138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113111492272094138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113111492272094138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/11/rusty-blog.html' title='Rusty Blog...'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-113033402474967439</id><published>2005-10-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T06:40:24.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of a man</title><content type='html'>It is well over the promos period, everybody has been relaxed. Lessons are light and takeable (even pon-able).&lt;br /&gt;I think that how one feels is totally different from others. In actual fact, how one feels is dependent on others. How your days go depends on the events and the attitude you take towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend of mine was heartbroken. I knew him for close to 9 years. Same primary school, same secondary school and the same Junior College. We lived in the same neighbourhood, our houses a few blocks away. His house was mine, my house was his. Everyday we would lame each other through msn, cracking jokes one would never think of unless being stuck with someone so lame. So i could say i knew almost everything abt him. Well, one particular Monday, he was so sad i could not find anything to describe it. A bright cheerful "yoyo!! =D" was replied with a remote silence. His nick, "an eternal sorrow, not letting u noe."&lt;br /&gt;For that moment i knew what was troubling him, relationships. And for that entire day, he was not crapping his usual way. He was totally quiet, shunning from the online games we used to play. He entirely cut himself off from everything. We group invited him to ask his dilemna a few times. BUt he quit the same amount of times. On Tuesday, we went to sch together. A familiar serenity seemed to fill the whole journey. No words. Just actions of concern. Then it was time to assemble. We stood up and headed to the flag pole area. The same old familiar silence. I was scared, not to be able to do anything for him. He seemed so sad that i do not even want to remind him by asking whats the problem. I believe that when one is sad, he will find a way to fade away from reality by ignoring everything around him. So all i could do was to lend him my presence.&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, he resumed to normal. I was overjoyed. So much for worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i believe that how u feel depends on other people. When your friends are sad, i do not see the reason why u can be dancing in joy. From this experience, i have learnt that everybody has a reason to be sad. Everybody can be sad. However, everybody can also decide whether he wants to be sad in the first place. If u are sad, ur frenz are the first to be affected. Then they will in turn affect their frenz. This non-stop chain affects everyone. Though sometimes it is definite to be sad, do not let it affect other people. Contain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are your everyday interactive subjects. Influence is therefore imminent/emminent. (my eng sux)&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can drown a person or lift u up to the skies. However, the degree of hurt or happiness is decided by the individual. I salute my friend. He overcomed it in 1 day. I took half a year. To me, he is a senior with superior EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not drown in your sorrows, do not fret over thin air. It is worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-113033402474967439?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/113033402474967439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=113033402474967439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113033402474967439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/113033402474967439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/10/feelings-of-man.html' title='Feelings of a man'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112990383481659649</id><published>2005-10-21T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:10:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...</title><content type='html'>I am dead sick. My fingers are trembling all over the place it took me half an hour jus to type out this entry. Well, i hav no idea y i had to be sick. Did i do sth wrong? Hopefully not. Brr... i am very cold. I dun feel like typing anymore, otherwise i will get frost bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus want to thank sharon. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112990383481659649?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112990383481659649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112990383481659649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112990383481659649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112990383481659649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick.html' title='Sick...'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112930642819064169</id><published>2005-10-14T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:13:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Well, sry for the dead blog, i was slacking in one part of my room. Haha... Nonetheless, heres an update to note that the author's not dead. Sounds familiar yar? It was adapted from yun jie's blog. You guys shud go crazy u noe. *KAI LUN HAS JUS UPDATED!! WOW~!!* right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post shud be abt beauty. When a person is so beautiful until straight staring into her face will make u turn away, wow that kind of beauty is hot... And there are cases where u find it a sin jus to look... at her face. Most of the time, clothes make it happen. It amplifies one beauty. But i saw before a person with no makeup, lipstick, fancy clothes whatsoever, and she still looked like an angel to me.That case was looking at her made me feel guilty. Funny right, its true.. nearly for all guys. I duno how true is it for girls. Cos im not... err... duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i find most impt besides beauty is the hair. A girl with beautiful is able to send some boys go gaga when the wind blows. No kidding. However, i have no extreme cases where the face is like sh** and they have nice silky hair. Wait... i have got a real good case study. Pancake. *Zhe me ni zhang dao zhe yang!!* (Shant elaborate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point i am making is that beauty is determined by how a person looks at it. Well, my definition is nice hair and personality. Different people have different personalities and likings. So what may look beautiful to u may not for somebody else. Unless its the majority who says so. (Eg. Champion is handsome.) Sometimes people may be hurt in the process when u say sth that is beautiful to them look like sh**. People that are involved, take note yar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112930642819064169?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112930642819064169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112930642819064169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112930642819064169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112930642819064169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/10/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112851595116982753</id><published>2005-10-05T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:39:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grads!</title><content type='html'>To all those out there. The long battle is at last over. One can finally breathe a huge sigh of relief.....&lt;br /&gt;To think that u all actually conquered stress head on... hard. And won! Haha... congrads! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, abt me. The reason i remained quiet since the return of the indonesia: stomach flu. Eek... i swear it was so cham tt breathing was a chore. Well, i have recovered. Still alive and kicking. The doctor poked a long foreign object into my backside. Eh dun think dirty lar, its jus an injection... aiyo... u all ah... minds all corrupted sia... lol. back to the topic. Honestly, i am scared of injections but i had no energy to even say no then. So i was a victim of my stomach. Darn it! Maybe cos i shrinked it from 35 cm to 29 cm. (anybody get it? No?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112851595116982753?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112851595116982753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112851595116982753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112851595116982753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112851595116982753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/10/grads.html' title='Grads!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112824426284124769</id><published>2005-10-02T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:11:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riots~!! Zhao ah~!!</title><content type='html'>im back, earlier than normal. It seems for a bad reason.&lt;br /&gt;Reason, Indonesia's government had a tightly clenched fist and decided to impose a price increase in the oil/petrol. I mean, why announce it to the citizens? If u announce, they will riot earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Bali bomb blasts which sent the world into panic again.&lt;br /&gt;I brought with me many lessons learnt on this long/short trip. Singapore is the best. Did i mention tt our bus was confronted by protestors? They were taking baseball bats and flags and pointed middle finger at us. They think its cool. Yea, screw them.&lt;br /&gt;We visited 4 schools and most of them could not speak chinese/eng/hokkien/japanese/cantonese (i guess i went way off point). They treated us like Gods. We even had a friendly basketball match with Medan's champion team. Final score, 28-19, considering the fact they had 2 teams and subbed like nobody's business. Our team, Kenny,  JingYang, Terrence, Sophea, Jun Han, Zhao Qing and Raditia. Not bad at all... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112824426284124769?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112824426284124769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112824426284124769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112824426284124769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112824426284124769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/10/riots-zhao-ah.html' title='Riots~!! Zhao ah~!!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112788310686024399</id><published>2005-09-27T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:32:55.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A race im gonna win</title><content type='html'>Its official, the promos starts tomorrow. The fight is on. Upon this post, i hope everybody is trying the best they can. Do not give up, do not give in to temptations. Cos in the end, rewards are sweeter this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is therefore dedicated/delegated to all thos out there. Have faith and confidence in ur promos. I really hope that u all will do well. Especially people who cant cope very well, u mus work harder than those who can. I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; dun want to see anybody retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying doesn't mean i dun care. ITs jus that normal human reaction that u think im bragging. IM NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the hours as it is approaching. An hour is a chapter, a chapter is another 10 marks. Another 10 marks is 2 grades. So the moral of the story is make full use of ur time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112788310686024399?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112788310686024399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112788310686024399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112788310686024399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112788310686024399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/race-im-gonna-win.html' title='A race im gonna win'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112766368601685992</id><published>2005-09-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T08:54:46.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I shall update after handing in pw. No arguing, after handing up pw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112766368601685992?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112766368601685992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112766368601685992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112766368601685992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112766368601685992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112755662547591010</id><published>2005-09-24T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:10:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushing world</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, guess everybody is studying real hard for ur promos right? If u happen to read this, it means one thing. WHY ARE U NOT STUDYING? haha... u shud really go study. Promos, use: To promote oneself to another level. Make full use of the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe all of u may think, full exemption big lar. Well, its kinda sian when ppl touch on this topic. For some reason or another, i tyco-ly managed to scrap an "A", "A", "B". Believe me, it was jus pure luck plus a little hard work. Then again, all of u may think that full exemption people have plenty of time yar? Can do this and that, slack and stuff. Wrong. We all are in the same class, the homework that is given is all the same. Teachers dun give homework selectively right? Eg. Ms Ng with her elongating face. D***H***.&lt;br /&gt;Now i am out of breath. Things are jus lining up in front of me waiting for me to complete them. But i cant do it. Im jus out of breath. I feel trapped in a confined space, ready to explode anytime now. Homeworks, papers, exercises, tutorials, assignments and i nd to balance it well which obviously i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire those who are taking the promos now. They are the true heroes that stand the test of stress. I said this to many ppl, wonder if they understand. " If i were taking the promos, i would have probably crumbled to the stress." Many people may think this is a joke, but its not. I have already starting to fall apart. Pw is a headache, homework is a nuiscance. Remedials are time-consuming but meaningful. I guess the only thing that keeps me going is bio. Three cheers for bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those out there reading post, gd luk for ur promos. You are the true heroes who are going to slay the "Promo Monster". Take heart, my dears. Onwards with fevour. Fight and win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For every second u waste now, if u fail to make it (choy~!),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u will pay it up with another 52 seconds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which directly eats into ur life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Kai Lun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112755662547591010?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112755662547591010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112755662547591010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112755662547591010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112755662547591010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/crushing-world.html' title='crushing world'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112714175539828544</id><published>2005-09-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T07:55:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>positive attitude</title><content type='html'>it seems that previous posts have told u wat has happened to me. Well, i fell for it again. I remember the last time, i was like too emotional. It was painful. But now, i am not going to fall for the same thing again. I will never feel sad for this stupid kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Fate. Whether it works out or not, whether we will be together. The problem is that i duno when we will meet each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile, stay happy. I will not be gloomy, i will not be pessimistic, i will not put down anything for any reason. I live for myself, if possible for u. SO LIVE WELL~!! ROCK ON@!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112714175539828544?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112714175539828544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112714175539828544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112714175539828544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112714175539828544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/positive-attitude.html' title='positive attitude'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112680023444910969</id><published>2005-09-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:03:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If time can roll back</title><content type='html'>Had a relative happy day today. It was yun jie's b'day. We had a cake, all on our face. The only problem is that i was not part of jason's scandal but got involved in the end anyway. To make it worst, i was the worst. I had chocolate all over my face with cream. Swore that the oily crap makes me feel uneasy throughout the day. Lucky it was a short day. Meliisa had her share of fun (hmmph~!). We had a milo ( *am *seng~!!!!). Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a blink of the eye, it was time to go home. We had lunch in the canteen. All was going well, happy chatting and crapping, till Eugene had to say "If i could change back time.". I stoned. Practically lots of thoughts rushed into my head. Cant block them off. All i had to say is that i regretted. Letting u go was probably the hardest thing to do. But its for ur gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, i had a certain urge to see her. I missed a bus on purpose but theres still no sign of her. I sighed and continued my way home. Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112680023444910969?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112680023444910969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112680023444910969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112680023444910969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112680023444910969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-time-can-roll-back.html' title='If time can roll back'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112652985466446569</id><published>2005-09-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:57:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful me</title><content type='html'>She came and left and took away all of me. A sense of emptiness lingers in my heart and i search for her every now and then. However, we are of diff groups. Chances of meeting are so slim. I still did not give up and looked everywhere, canteen, lectures. I was wondering if she had disappeared but dispelled the thought and continued in my endless searching. Her smile was enough to make me happy for a day. And i cant believe i just typed out these stuff, but i was just typing wat my heart was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so blissful. Just as i was ps-ed by the almighty guo tie, i went to the toilet. I was still looking out for her on the journey to the toilet. Just then, i received a call fr yiyang claiming he wants his file. The file was given and i made my way home. In front of me was samuel and gang and we tok-cock on the way to the bus stop. Lol... We ran for the 174 and the timing was just perfect. Then... it all seemed like a drama play, there was her boarding the bus jus half a metre away fr me. Obviously she hasnt noticed me. I was breathless then and couldnt help but remained quiet throughout the bus journey. Samuel and gang were shielding me fr her. I thought of ways to approach and prayed she would alight after Samuel and gang. The bus then reached West Mall, Samuel and gang were talking abt "Si Min" (Not her real name) who was behind me the whole journey. But i couldnt care less. My eyes had only one person. All those taking chances tt happened earlier were only for entertainment purposes. Then Samuel and gang alighted. I saw a beam of hope and approached her. Man i bet my face was red and i had no idea wat i was talking the whole time through. Some dialogue included "What did u do jus now?" Omg. Other details discrete. Then she alighted and gave a smile of a century. That alone took my breath away. For the rest of the bus journey i stared outside the window and smiled at myself. I felt blissful. For once God was so kind to me. A long search was rewarded by a stroke of luck. I looked nearly everywhere the whole time through and the reason why was i able to spot "Si Min" so easily? I was looking for another one, and i finally found her. To think she even boarded 174, i nv saw her b4... But now i noe, every mon there will be a chance to meet her on 174, since her last lesson was the pw lec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blissful me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words cant describe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a smile that defeated me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i must really thank guo tie for ps-ing me. Thx a bunch, i really mean it. Dont go toilet tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112652985466446569?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112652985466446569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112652985466446569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112652985466446569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112652985466446569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/blissful-me.html' title='Blissful me'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112643491003466846</id><published>2005-09-11T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T03:35:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays over</title><content type='html'>Time pasts really fast. Din realise tt today was the last day of holiday which im going to spend doing my hw. I know it is often tt ppl say the piling of hw on the table is yet to be done. Well, i finished tca4, much to my satisfaction. It was one of the things that i put my heart to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess im a coward. Yea, some ppl out there are too. But some are worst, they dun admit. So i hope that time will be able to heal the pain. It has become evident that i have fallen into the dark pit of **** once again. There is the only rope, time. But it works 2 ways, either down or up. Sense the irony, i nd to depend on time to tell. But i nd Fate for the time to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope life gets better for all the rest out there. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112643491003466846?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112643491003466846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112643491003466846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112643491003466846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112643491003466846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/holidays-over.html' title='holidays over'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112617955182855761</id><published>2005-09-08T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:39:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Nooo... The camp ended so early... haiz... i had so much fun on the 2nd day and the last day tt i didnt want to stop. the camp was definitely great and as a jj leader, i shall use this post to broadcast on the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All camps have a purpose, but wat makes this camp special is because it is for the leaders. "Camp is a session whereby u are imparted values." Quote fr Mr Ng. In this camp, i have learnt many things. things that u cant buy with money, things u experience it first hand in order to learn. I believe that everybody's feelings was like a rollercoaster. There was mass dance then followed by a 'whacking' session. The feelings ranged fr high to quiet till it was scary. it was night aft the session. Mr ng, mr liao and patterson sure whacked some sense into me. Life is not wat u think it is. Learn to appreciate even the most minute things. Remember wat mr liao stressed on? Must have positive attitude. Sure it was accompanied by jokes and lame stuff, but hidden beneath it was a reason so strong, its reason jus takes ur breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Itenerary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programmes were short and meaningful. Apart fr the food and sleep (which took up most of our time), everything was perfect. There were new mass dances, new friends to be made, new bonds to be formed. The sing-along sessions were great. That was when my already worse sore throat turned for the worst. Ask yj, i sang and he said it was awful. But wat matters was not the tune, but to follow. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;The study sessions were awfully dull. Try sitting on the same spot for 5 and half hours. It stinks. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance, the most fun thing there is on the planet was on our programme list. Lucky~!! I danced with girls of cos, new friends tt i made in my group. It was fun till i gave it my all and shaked my ****side. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Tt mass dance sure gave me a weird feeling. Haiz... happy and sad. =D&lt;br /&gt;Lol... and the night sessions were gay. First night we gayed the night away. Me, yj and Andy PANG~!!! Lol.. kept talking bout lame shit and stuff. Andy dozed off first, tt fat pussy. Then me and yj talked the whole night away, feelings, stuff, people, namely everything, from 1120 to 1 sth if im not wrong. On the second day, me yj and Jun Han shared a sleeping bag till the extent Mr Liao and Mr Tan came and ka jiao us. Lol... Derek piled on top of Jun Han den i tickled his leg. Must say my group both Jun Han and Hong Yi was gay. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Whacking sessions were inevitable i guess. On one session, i cried.*sshhh... dun tell anyone*&lt;br /&gt;But after a particular whacking session, it seemed everybody's mentality changed. "The telematch was fun although it was crap". Quoted fr mr ng. It was all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feelings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp was a sure lesson learnt. Lessons that are not taught, only learnt through observations and reconcialation. Perhaps this camp shud be made available to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;One important statement i have to make. &lt;em&gt;I salute and respect Joshua and Patterson. &lt;/em&gt;No doubt, only treu feelings. They are much more mature than me. Patterson said his true life story without collpasing, i salute him for tt. As for Joshua, a sec 2 boy, is practically a leader. He is able to address issues with laughter and engages the crowd with his "cutie-domination" tactic. All the girls were like "Soooo Cutteee~!!!" and all the boys were green with jealousy and probably most of them rolled eyes when they heard tt statement.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was this girl that caught my attention. Not the looks. Omg, am i moved? I am still confused, i shall wait for time to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz... BECKHAM AND MAN NING WERE IN YJ'S GROUP~!!!! HOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT POSSIBLE?!!! SO LUCKY~!!! Nvm, i got mine. I am happy with mine.so yj,  =P  Im not buying numbers already. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112617955182855761?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112617955182855761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112617955182855761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112617955182855761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112617955182855761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/09/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112549674154654334</id><published>2005-08-31T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T06:59:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men like to love, women like to be loved. It is a give and take situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112549674154654334?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112549674154654334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112549674154654334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112549674154654334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112549674154654334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112515808396354767</id><published>2005-08-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:54:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality, know it</title><content type='html'>This entry is about my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all who noes me noes this. At times i am noisy and at some times i am quiet. I am noisy most of the times in jc cos i want to have fun sometimes. When im quiet, i guess i wont even smile. I am realtively unfriendly if u compare me to other people. I am not very helpful but i help. Quote fr yiyang's blog: i am cold. I agree. I AM cold. I cant seem to give a rose to my mother on mother's day. I cant kiss my father freely when he comes back from work. I disregard everything unimportant and dun giv a hoot abt other people that walk past me. Only if that is people i know. I cant go around and socialise. I am not cut out to be an ogl, although i wanna be one.&lt;br /&gt;I crack lame jokes, only when the environment permits me. In this case of jc, the environment is rather suitable. Other than that, i guess nth that comes out of my mouth is useful. In consoling other people or helping people. I have a dead mind. I jus cant feel how people feel. That is why i am insensitive. Being called cold, i am used to. Even the 16 PF personality tests says i am for a scientist, not a politician or jobs that require higher thinking. Dun blame me for being insensitive, my personality is shaped from the very family i am born into. A cold family produces a cold offspring, no surprise. I am not sad, i am used to it too. Other incidents also happened that caused me to be me. Shant elaborate, or else i will collapse. I have a sad past, nobody noes. It is hard to put a smile on your face everyday. I guess i am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If at times u find me unbearable, jus tell me. Currently, I am real glad to have a bunch of friends. It allows me to have fun most of the time. I was worst in secondary school. Fat, nerdy, quiet, short-tempered, if u would like to say, autistic. However, I was not long ge, i was jus a quiet person that does not care about everything. People change, I am changing. But i still have that personality in me. Sounds vague but its going to reside in me for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a group of friends, there is always a joker, a mischievous, a lamer and a listener. I guess i am the listener.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112515808396354767?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112515808396354767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112515808396354767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112515808396354767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112515808396354767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-personality-know-it.html' title='My personality, know it'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112455315940317214</id><published>2005-08-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:52:39.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love an almighty power</title><content type='html'>Ahh... here comes the love prophet..haha joking. It should be: Here comes the love failure expert. Jus joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i jus realised sth so significant that i doubt very little people out there really realised. It is love. Love is not "ohh i luv u, u luv me; i'll die for u and u'll die for me". Cos in the end, they die together. Yes, love is mutual. It is when u feel ur heartbeat beating faster when u see a person u like. However, this feeling is only before and during dating or if there is one. Once engaged, married, one will no longer feel the same way it does before. The blushing, the mushy words. Time will tell. Time filters away crushes, puppy love from real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is real love? Well... probably anything u will give your life to protect (contradictory to the above part) But not in a way. Some people only say it out while the real ones just plummet into the darkness of the hole to save their dears. As i said, time will tell. Walking along a road, i saw an elderly couple aged early 70+ holding hands. They were walking so slowly i bet i could run 2.4 b4 they could finish 100 m. Anyway, they were smiling so sweetly as they were talking... That is real love. Despite their age, their liking for their spouse has not decreased a bit. Another heartwarming scene followed up next. They approached a bench and sat down and started conversing in hokkien. As i walked past, i kinda had an idea wat they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea wat happened initially.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: No lar, i did not.&lt;br /&gt;Husband: U sure... (Husband attempts to tickle wife)&lt;br /&gt;Wife: *laughing* okok, i got i got. U tickle somore i will laugh until my bones crack.&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Haha... Sry... I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I can never hide anything from u.&lt;br /&gt;They both smiled at each other.&lt;br /&gt;-The above was translated by Professor Siaw Ah Lun aka che1 lun2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet right? Yep, no definition, only a taste of it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112455315940317214?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112455315940317214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112455315940317214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112455315940317214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112455315940317214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-almighty-power.html' title='Love an almighty power'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112411249157198268</id><published>2005-08-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T06:28:11.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not knwon</title><content type='html'>The reason why i din post for so long: common test is coming&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i am able to post now: common test is over, duh...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yar, the common tests are over now. So, i am not so stressed for the moment. =D&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a thought rushed to my head. The scenario unfolds itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Wow... u take thriple sciences. Can u cope well?&lt;br /&gt;B boasts: Of cos! I got 4 As. I have no idea how i did it.&lt;br /&gt;A (reluctantly):Ic... u are so clever&lt;br /&gt;B: neh.... *grins*&lt;br /&gt;A: So wat do u want to be when u grow up?&lt;br /&gt;B: *Thinks for a while but has no answer* Hmm... lets hear about u first&lt;br /&gt;A knows that B was obviously trying to change the topic: Well, i want to be a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;    That is why i am taking only 3 subs, Bio, Chem and Maths. My interest is Bio, how abt u?&lt;br /&gt;B: Err... I duno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously some people do not know why we are studying. Some people think, "I study because i study, do u have a problem with that?" Well, they do not know the reason behind studying. One studies because it is their interest. A's interest is Bio, that was why he took bio. B, under pressure from everybody he knows, takes thriple science as he thinks that taking thriple science is better. But better in wat way? Its a wonder if u can cope. Thriple science may seem that u will have a higher chance in being employed in the world. Is that true? NO. It is better to absorb 100% of 2 sciences then failing all 3.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to think that ite is the end of the road, some even cried when they heard they have been posted to poly. Nope. It was just another path to success, an easier one i must say. Poly have their study restrictions. One musnt be lead astray in the process. One gd example, my senior* got expelled from poly. Why? Skipped lectures and failed tests. JC isnt success, poly isnt too. Thriple science isnt success, neither is Bio, chem maths. Success is in the hands of the person. In the future, u will be working with ur instincts, ur abilities, ur leadership qualities and ur socialising skills. Build upon this and u will be deemed successful.&lt;br /&gt;Remember if u want to noe more about ur subject, go to the U. Otherwise u will be just wasting ur time. A Level filters out the more intellectual. Amongst these are nerds who study for the sake of studying (Long Ge inclusive). Even the aspect of General knowledge is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Question:&lt;br /&gt;Which city is named the 'Big Apple' ?&lt;br /&gt;A) London&lt;br /&gt;B) New York&lt;br /&gt;C) Paris&lt;br /&gt;D) Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just filtered out some categories of people. Some dun even noe where Dubai is. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112411249157198268?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112411249157198268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112411249157198268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112411249157198268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112411249157198268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-knwon.html' title='Not knwon'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112359272216068835</id><published>2005-08-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T06:05:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/640/yiwenKailun.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/320/yiwenKailun.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... yea i noe... the person on the right very very ugly, kns, look like pig, freak, monster, wateva. Its jus me, long time ago that is. Well i changed, didnt i? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112359272216068835?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112359272216068835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112359272216068835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112359272216068835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112359272216068835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112282412832376887</id><published>2005-07-31T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T08:35:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>Hey, honestly speaking, i am so dead stressed now. Common tests are edging towards me even as i type out this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say is that i have not started any revision, my previous chapters were all in a mess. They were all use-and-throw knowledge. I bet i will do badly for this common test, not even my favourite subject seem appealing enough for me to flip over the content page. Well, chill. *dismayed look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112282412832376887?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112282412832376887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112282412832376887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112282412832376887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112282412832376887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112263950156499446</id><published>2005-07-29T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:18:21.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/640/ohh%20my3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/320/ohh%20my3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Valentina. If you have no idea, refer to the previous posts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112263950156499446?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112263950156499446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112263950156499446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112263950156499446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112263950156499446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-this-is-valentina.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112247201701216734</id><published>2005-07-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:46:57.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/640/ohh%20my.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/2606/320/ohh%20my.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is Bev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112247201701216734?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112247201701216734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112247201701216734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112247201701216734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112247201701216734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/by-way-this-is-bev.html' title=''/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112230251796695009</id><published>2005-07-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:41:58.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure reeled in</title><content type='html'>An "exciting" 70 dollar lesson on Life Science has just ended. Time, 6:45. Everybody was eager to go home to escape the torturous f*cked up english the person spoke. Like wat the hell is he trying to say? No doubt he is fr china, and brought with him lots of air molecu-les. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started to smile when we went out of the lab door. A sliden gate lay shut in front of our face. Obviously the school workers went the extra mile to prevent thieves, and we were one of them, in a sense. So we raced up to the second floor, guess wat? It was locked. I swear i saw the sch workers work this hard b4. Everybody was cursing and swearing. The other side of the gates were those J2s doing hw on the benches and none even went to tell the teachers. Luckily some better councilors climbed up a fire ladder. Naturally, we assumed that they were showing us the way out. We followed suit and had to endure stabs in the eye when the girls climbed down the ladders. It aint nice.&lt;br /&gt;And so, everybody was rescued from nothing and proceeded on our way home. On the way down the chem board staircase, the teacher, wuss, who din help in anything cept cry and wait for help had miraculously been freed and fakely elevated her pussy status by asking us an authoritarian question "Who was the one who gave the idea to climb on the roof?". Upon hearing that, we instinctively quickened our footsteps to avoid her pussy face. And kai liang had to say, no... shout out loud "Kuai dian pao, bu ran ta yi wei shi wo men.". Irony. Public caning and detention awaits us.&lt;br /&gt;zz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112230251796695009?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112230251796695009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112230251796695009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112230251796695009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112230251796695009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/adventure-reeled-in.html' title='Adventure reeled in'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112195698041589429</id><published>2005-07-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T07:43:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trainings, a hazard eliminated</title><content type='html'>Hah! Finally, the dreaded training from 6 to 9 has ended! Today IS the last training for the months to come. I can happily declare that i am relatively stress free, jus thought i could relax. But, i got jolted by the thought that tml got to hand up aq question~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! Die! Haven do complete set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of spending time saving my already-pawned ass, i am here blogging. It is better to service the crowd and tell them that u are already dead meat rather den waste time and still be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, to the previous post on chio bu-s, well... It is real rare for me to be moved by a chio bu. Cos i have my restraints fr past experiences. Even chio bu-s such as Bev dun really move me. Not even Beckham, honestly. Actually theres a disparity between chio and beautiful. Try to differentiate them (not bring-down-the-power crap). Do not be clouded by wat ur frenz say. You might unknowingly say out the phrase "Eh chio bu, chio bu, 1 o' clock." But do you really understand the meaning of chio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chio" in hokkien is termed as wild, bet more than half of you ppl put there hav no idea abt this. Well, being influenced fr young abt these both terms is a dual-sword situation. Anyways, I have gave the ok to the term "chio bu". It basically means girls that hav the X-factor and are able to doll themselves up. Example, ankle socks, pink wrist bands (yea u noe wat im driving at do u), etc. Beautiful is totally at another different level. It is the essence where u can leave ppl in awe without any of those fashion accessories and of cos the perfect personality to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are girls out there that look great, but deep down, they suck. I am speaking fr the bottom of my heart. Example, Valentina, aka Vainpot. U shudnt try to noe her. She devours u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i believe i am too much into detail abt this topic le. These are only part of the results that i have accumulated over the years of drooling (err... sounded real wrong). To sum it all, beautiful is DIFFERENT from chio, categorise b4 u say anything. Probably "Pretty girl" or "Nice looking" kinda things. So u nd any more info on these kind of things, approach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, another topic is on love. Ok.. it roughly means - "Someone u would want to spend ur life with, someone to appreciate ur mistakes, someone who u want to tell her abt anything beautiful u have seen, someone tt will stretch out and arm when u are down in a endless pit, someone who u think is perfect. Love is not abt bragging. Example, "Eh i stead le leh" and then ppl looks up to u and thinks "Wah this guy cool leh, got stead le." Some people even bluff tt they have stead and start to brag and cheat ppl. Well, these ppl deserve to die. I noe ppl like this. Ah yar, still got alot of things on love to say, but this post too long le. Why do i noe all these stuff, i have been through it. Losing and gaining them back really means alot. It hurt back then, but not now. I am happy now. No doubt. &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Summarised by pervert H****** (u shud noe who, duno =  ask me thru tag box) hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112195698041589429?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112195698041589429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112195698041589429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112195698041589429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112195698041589429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/trainings-hazard-eliminated.html' title='trainings, a hazard eliminated'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112177214301078028</id><published>2005-07-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T04:22:23.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chio bu~!!</title><content type='html'>Ohh no, i broke my vow. It has been, say 3 years? , since i made tt vow. I vowed nv to be moved by any chio bu i see. For years i abided my own principles, ignoring most of those i see. From sec 1 to J1 now, i hadnt search for them much. But i think i broke the vow. I saw this girl, she cant be described. No i do not love her, jus that shes too beautiful. And i differentiate chio, cute, beautiful and love real well. She is under beautiful, not chio. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will ask, how to differentiate?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is simple. I started learning when i was in like sec3.&lt;br /&gt;Differentiation is simple.&lt;br /&gt;Just multiply by the number den the power minus one.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cold hor.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112177214301078028?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112177214301078028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112177214301078028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112177214301078028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112177214301078028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/chio-bu.html' title='Chio bu~!!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112169315351274939</id><published>2005-07-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T06:25:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah!</title><content type='html'>Lol... realise that u spend more than half ur days in sch but u dun really appreciate the surroundings around u. Well, i got to realise that, hey, our sch is actually quite scary in the midst of the darkness. How do i noe?&lt;br /&gt;It was a fri night, poor Mr Siaw (thats me) was all alone in sch at the time of 1030&lt;br /&gt;He was all alone in sch, all alone. Even the sch workers left. That left me to climb over the gate, otherwise i cant go home. Who else dares to admit tt he/she is the last person to leave sch? haha i think only me so far. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112169315351274939?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112169315351274939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112169315351274939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112169315351274939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112169315351274939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/hah.html' title='Hah!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-112040079813044822</id><published>2005-07-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T07:26:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherin!</title><content type='html'>Haha!! Our [G].[A].[I].[B] + 1 meeting was so fun!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those out there, [G].[A].[I].[B] was a clan created by a bunch of nothing-to-do people. They probably slacked the whole first two years of their life and well, developed a vison. The vision was of course inspirational to all the members in the group. The vision was encrypted to the name of our group by the Grand Councils of the [G].[A].[I].[B] . Sounds big eh? Well it is.&lt;br /&gt;So u will start asking, "What in the world is this vision?"&lt;br /&gt;Relax its coming.&lt;br /&gt;Some may find it over-ambitious. It aint. We made a flash movie on that, recruited people from other classes cept that 2/9 people got 99.99% of [G].[A].[I].[B] rights. Yea, so people who joined are jus plain dumb. Oops. (Hope they dun see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea, the vision: Take Over The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey we were young once. Anyway, we had a little [G].[A].[I].[B] gathering on friday. I looked forward to it. Despite we being splitted into diff classes in the upper sec, we went home every other day. Gotta say we were damn united. And even though everybody is so busy with their jc schedule, they all turned up for the meeting. I was damn touched. So fri, yea we met at jp at 530 and talk cocked until 710. Boy time passed so fast then. We then went to watch Initial D. The movie rox! We too! Then we hanged out before realising all the shops were closing down on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gathering was definitely memorable and there will be definitely be more. Ohh yar, my sub clan: [=JLSLH=]. The clan who never fails to insult their leader. Well, it stands for some words. Hah! Figure it out yourself~! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-112040079813044822?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/112040079813044822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=112040079813044822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112040079813044822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/112040079813044822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/07/gatherin.html' title='Gatherin!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905143.post-111988955931142938</id><published>2005-06-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:25:59.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of schl~!</title><content type='html'>Woo!! YEA!!! Sch reopens!! Everybody is excited! Oh wait, u mean only i am excited. Well, i shud be. So many things happened on the first day that made me excited. Want to know why? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of sch! i woke up thinking that and walked straight into my cupboard. Hee.... swore my eyes were close. I was not so dumb. Then before i knew, i had like diarrhoea which took up half an hour of my precious time. Damn! It made me late.&lt;br /&gt;Shook of the thought that today was going to be dead unlucky. Before i knew it, i was in sch. Then all hell starts to break lose. I saw my fren walked past me. I said hi, he returned a hi.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes started to open wide. I stared at his tie and collar pin so hard he asked wat i was doing. Meaning: I forgot to bring tie and collar pin. Wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of the day should speak for itself. Did not eat lunch today, neither did i take my medicine. What a bummer. Great start of a sch term. *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905143-111988955931142938?l=aohimself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/feeds/111988955931142938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905143&amp;postID=111988955931142938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/111988955931142938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905143/posts/default/111988955931142938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aohimself.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-day-of-schl.html' title='1st day of schl~!'/><author><name>himself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538179220545513070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.aaroncake.net/dave/Pokemon/pictures/ppikachu20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
