<?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-10339720</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:44:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like this</title><subtitle type='html'>Passion often makes a madman of the cleverest
man, and renders the greatest fools clever.

                                 --- La Rouchefoucauld

"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8246551544451863945</id><published>2009-02-16T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:30:59.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from thailand</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I'm blogging but I just am so suck on it! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine Order by XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from cresendo and all i can say is it was truly an experience i'd never get in Singapore and it was worth every damn frickin second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true when people say you won't cherish until it perish (actually, I came up with this crap but it sounds impressive don't it! less the grammar). More and more, i feel that ns is actually quite a breeze. We have rather good lodging, facilities, equipment, food, privileges yadayada.. Elsewhere, things aren't quite as fortunate and the substitutes are sometimes a culture shock. Still, you'd slowly come to realisation that sometimes, we often classify too many privileges of ours as necessities.......There's a reason why i sorta stopped bloggin because if you blog bout army and you subconciously reveal sensitive information, you're as good as writing your own application for a cell in db.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end things, a few take aways from this trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's definitely more than one way to acheive a certain objective.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A team stays warm, a loner freezes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compromise and adapt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When frustration hits a man's soul, all he needs is a woman's hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play with fire and you can't retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Routine Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8246551544451863945?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8246551544451863945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8246551544451863945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8246551544451863945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8246551544451863945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-from-thailand.html' title='back from thailand'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4685310074476405736</id><published>2008-11-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:48:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah</title><content type='html'>!dab neeb s'efil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4685310074476405736?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4685310074476405736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4685310074476405736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4685310074476405736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4685310074476405736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleah.html' title='bleah'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4800805831770164398</id><published>2008-10-26T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:03:16.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akon right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm stuck on this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;br /&gt;That I haven't seen your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna be strong&lt;br /&gt;But the strength I have is washing away&lt;br /&gt;It wont be long before i get you by my side&lt;br /&gt;And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what's been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know mistakes were made between us two&lt;br /&gt;And we show our selfs that night even said somethings weren't true&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you go and haven't seen my girl since then&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be the way it was&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were my homie lover and friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Watching everyday that goes by&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Till i get you back I'm gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;Yes I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Girl I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Watching everyday that goes by&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Till I get you back I'm gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;Yes I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Girl I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;we need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;Want you to fly&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;Miss how you lie&lt;br /&gt;Just wish you could dine with me&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could dine with me&lt;br /&gt;One that would grind with me&lt;br /&gt;One that would grind with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;want you to fly&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh miss how you lie&lt;br /&gt;Just wish you could dine with me&lt;br /&gt;wish you could dine&lt;br /&gt;One that would grind with me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh one that would grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;Wish we never broke up right now na na&lt;br /&gt;We need to link up right now na na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4800805831770164398?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4800805831770164398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4800805831770164398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4800805831770164398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4800805831770164398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/10/akon-right-now.html' title='akon right now'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-579637049536738602</id><published>2008-09-07T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:51:45.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>I'm all over the show 'If Only'. It's definitely one up there with Notebook and A Walk to Remember. The show is just so so utterly beautiful and with Jennifer Love Hewitt as lead doesn't make it better. (: What can I say, I'm just immensely overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-579637049536738602?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/579637049536738602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=579637049536738602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/579637049536738602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/579637049536738602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-1547759552954605005</id><published>2008-08-02T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:23:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>Happiness is a feeling that's been sucked outta my soul entirely. Nothing I do nowadays seem to be able to grant me the least bit of excitement and joy. I neither have nor look forward to anything anymore, albeit my 2 weeks left in my trainee phase. I'd certainly give credit to army life, being oh so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repetitious&lt;/span&gt; and monotonous and since there's not much chance to exercise flexibility, i'm like a lonely clockwork dancer, dancing at every moment that my gears are cranked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home. My lonely Boss, Burny and Marshall sit in a corner peacefully slowly feeling the effects of my neglect. Somehow I've lost my once oh so strong passion for guitar. Someone reignite this flame of mine! I'm not askin' i'm beggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere, I'm losing the battle with society. I'm like stuck at a phase of my life while others are moving on leaving me far far behind. You know what lagging behind feels like. You're alone and desperately trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get this phase over and done with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-1547759552954605005?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/1547759552954605005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=1547759552954605005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1547759552954605005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1547759552954605005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/08/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-1439364048603259506</id><published>2008-06-15T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:28:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>just to update you guys who don't know yet, i'm (as of now) going to nus science cos smu doesn't want me. thanks to my wonderful econs grades. hahah. oh well maybe next year favours me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 now and getting older. i'm kinda in a mixed and confuzzling kinda mood, not knowing whether to be glad or not. though excited at the fact that i'm going uni soon it means i'm getting older and things become more expensive (esp f***ing transportation) for an underpaid nsf. i wanna thank my lovely FRIENDS for remembering and celebrating my 19th. it definitely feels good to be loved, or know that you're remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise to esther, zoe, guo jie/hui, gan, ernest, nigel for making you wait for me today as i was uber late. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also to the girls: bear with our army talk huh? that's our life now. we're all about army, engulfed in it. lack of papers worsens it cos we dunno anything happening in the world to discuss about hahah! maybe you all should do the talking next time. aight? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. send me the photos! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-1439364048603259506?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/1439364048603259506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=1439364048603259506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1439364048603259506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1439364048603259506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3583676789902437469</id><published>2008-05-31T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:16:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing going on in life when army starts. Almost all conversations I'm having now are army talk. Can't help it right since it's like my life now. Lord pull me outta this misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting on smu damn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3583676789902437469?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3583676789902437469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3583676789902437469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3583676789902437469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3583676789902437469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-nothing-going-on-in-life-when.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-7092294457749032052</id><published>2008-05-04T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:44:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>root three</title><content type='html'>I fear that I will always be&lt;br /&gt;a lonely number like root three&lt;br /&gt;A three is all that's good and right&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the viscious square root sign&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;For nine can thwart this evil trick&lt;br /&gt;With some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never see the sum&lt;br /&gt;As one point seven three two one (1.7321)&lt;br /&gt;Such as my reality&lt;br /&gt;The sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this i see&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;Just quietly come waltzing by&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;And with the wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;The love for me has been renewed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-7092294457749032052?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/7092294457749032052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=7092294457749032052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7092294457749032052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7092294457749032052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/05/root-three.html' title='root three'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-377678927339658136</id><published>2008-02-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:27:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>The fact that i'm here can't mean any good.. Means i'm frickin bored the hell out.. ):&lt;br /&gt;Longest book out week and i feel that it's all going down the drain doing nothing at home. not that there's much to do out there but if only there'd be someone who's as lost as me who'd enjoy a simple walk down orchard aka ghost town as the shops are closed, i'd be terribly overjoyed. To rub salt on my open wound, my com's inaccessible thanks to some windows genuine activation thingy crap shit that stops me from loggin into my account. so my com is officially dead for the period i'm out. han's in batam so i dunno if soccer is on as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna blog abt army because i'm afraid i say reveal something i'm not supposed to and get charged and shit. They say in army everything also can charge, only handphone cannot charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing bright to look forward to is jamming but somehow i don't get hyped up thinking about it. There's this itchy feeling that it won't be as enjoyable as the past times. there seems to be loads on my mind lately and i'm kinda confuzzled to even know what the problems are. perhaps i'm just pissed that this is all going on. perhaps i'm just being pessimistic about everything going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cup is half full, wilson.. the cup is half full..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, or is it half empty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-377678927339658136?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/377678927339658136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=377678927339658136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/377678927339658136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/377678927339658136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/02/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-9214890081449523887</id><published>2008-01-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:37:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KkYEARo9t_w/R4JGdZc6swI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uT-ImYjJ_Wk/s1600-h/CIMG1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KkYEARo9t_w/R4JGdZc6swI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uT-ImYjJ_Wk/s400/CIMG1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152758394527593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet sweet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thirty niners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KkYEARo9t_w/R4JF5Jc6svI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqJJ1YaaQoU/s1600-h/P1050922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KkYEARo9t_w/R4JF5Jc6svI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqJJ1YaaQoU/s400/P1050922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152757771757335282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Epic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH but of course my family. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-9214890081449523887?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/9214890081449523887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=9214890081449523887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9214890081449523887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9214890081449523887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoo.html' title='whoo'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KkYEARo9t_w/R4JGdZc6swI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uT-ImYjJ_Wk/s72-c/CIMG1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8034773501863169657</id><published>2007-12-01T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:01:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>That's our 4th class chalet and it doesn't get any better. (: One thing we haven't learnt though - bring more blankets, sleeping bags, pillows etc. Sleeping had always been a problem in that small 'flat'. That aside, it was quite fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;Brief description: First day we met up and went to check in. I was late. Sorry guys! It was grocery shopping at dinner time and it went quite well though we should've controlled the food supply. Back to the chalet, some played ps, jer he, ernest and me played some poker using 'no. of push-ups/burpies owed' as bets. I dunno if it's beginners' luck or what but i won quite a number of rounds. Then, we marinated the chicken wings and watched 3 movies straight after that. It was quite a waste of time cos the movies were rather 'plot-less' to me. Everyone was damn tired after that and went straight to sleep. I think I woke up at around 9 plus and went to jer he's place to get a non-stick pan to make pancakes for breakfast. It was slacking time after that and just a little soccer before it rained. We were back on ps again and when the rained stopped, we went to rent bikes for night cycling. I slept from 7 to 11 so i didn't know what happened but i think the rest were playing some exciting games cos they were screaming away. lol. Night cycling was rather fun, cos the downslopes are amazing and the weather was rather cooling. Imagine cycling in Genting Highlands, same feeling. When we got back everyone bathed and slept. The next morning everyone was still sleeping so nigel, jess and i went to the beach. The wind was cold and it was blowing continuously. I got sick of it after awhile cos it keeps blowing my hair into my eyes. Everyone was still sleeping when we got back so i cooked mee goreng for ourselves. When everyone else woke up, we returned our bikes and watched the exorcism of emily rose at 3 PM. -.- It was rather lame cos we're watching thriller/horror in the middle of the day. It was skewering and all the bbq preparations. wee, fran, xy, sinee helped me out making omelettes for the rest. We ended up not getting to eat any omelettes cos apparently the fire couldn't start and the hungry beasts devoured whatever edible they could find. lol. the chicken wing tasted wonderful! perhaps it's because it was marinated for 2 days? The water bomb after the bbq was quite pointless. lol. cos guys outnumbered girls. i must say jer he's high angle shot from behind the bush was rather amazing. lol. it was spot on. We waited uber long for the girls to finish showering and when i finally finished, i fell asleep immediately on the bed. next day was just clearing up and going home to curse at those pimples that popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to xy, for scratching your hand a few times during the card game. (and anyone else)&lt;br /&gt;                      yumi, if the water bomb hit you too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it i guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8034773501863169657?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8034773501863169657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8034773501863169657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8034773501863169657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8034773501863169657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/12/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2239127778911795041</id><published>2007-10-05T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:23:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>This has been a sad sad week though I should really be looking forward to Farewell Assembly. For the first time in my life, I fully understood the significance of having to always cherish what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved friends, life is fragile, grab your opportunities when they come along, don't live a life of regret. Always say whatever you truly want to say, you're never gonna know whether you will see daylight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my classmates, thank you guys for the amazing 2 years. I'm regretting not getting 8R photos already. ): Nigel's line about how we're going to end our relationship as classmates by Friday is starting to sink into me. I can't believe how fast this journey has been. May we all never be lost with time but embedded deep in each others' memories, till death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then work hard for A levels. I guess that's the only thing that matters now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2239127778911795041?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2239127778911795041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2239127778911795041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2239127778911795041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2239127778911795041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8158138638683094814</id><published>2007-09-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:55:49.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>Love is a two-way street.&lt;br /&gt;It won't succeed unless both sides are thinking of the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8158138638683094814?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8158138638683094814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8158138638683094814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8158138638683094814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8158138638683094814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-9094052432198290509</id><published>2007-08-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:47:53.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div id="LinkAdvert"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.ringtoneitch.com/co/ringtoneitch/02/?sid=MLlyrtop&amp;amp;artist=Avril%20Lavigne" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;They lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-9094052432198290509?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/9094052432198290509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=9094052432198290509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9094052432198290509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9094052432198290509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/08/avril-lavigne-when-youre-gone.html' title='Avril Lavigne - When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-1028147453391808306</id><published>2007-08-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:25:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Han's joke</title><content type='html'>10 days to GP and someone came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;han: do you know how Singapore was named?&lt;br /&gt;wil: *expecting something stupid* no?&lt;br /&gt;han: there was this guy that came and saw singa (lion) and hence, the name singapura (lion city)&lt;br /&gt;wil: orh cheh..&lt;br /&gt;han: then do you know how Malaysia was named?&lt;br /&gt;wil: *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;han: there was this ah beng that went to Malaysia and when he saw malays, he went exclaiming, "malay sia! malay sia!"&lt;br /&gt;wil: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:11;"  &gt;© &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Han Productions® 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imba 0111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-1028147453391808306?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/1028147453391808306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=1028147453391808306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1028147453391808306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1028147453391808306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/08/hans-joke.html' title='Han&apos;s joke'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4949853094962663152</id><published>2007-08-06T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:00:14.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizes</title><content type='html'>Studying got boring so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What will you be when you grow up?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/clockbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will be ... A soccer hooligan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: 8pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_183.html"&gt;'What will you be when you grow up?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You are 66% Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/loner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are pretty Emo.  You like the music, styles and way of life but it doesn’t really control your life.  There is more to you than just another cute Emo face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=28"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What will you invent?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/bulb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will invent ... a sterile offspring of goat and hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: 8pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_184.html"&gt;'What will you invent?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I'd be that free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to understanding complex 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4949853094962663152?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4949853094962663152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4949853094962663152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4949853094962663152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4949853094962663152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/08/studying-got-boring-so-here-goes_06.html' title='quizes'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-7075879067671816939</id><published>2007-08-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:23:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre prelims</title><content type='html'>There's still a long road that will pass real quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-7075879067671816939?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/7075879067671816939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=7075879067671816939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7075879067671816939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7075879067671816939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/08/pre-prelims.html' title='pre prelims'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-7791504749130202488</id><published>2007-07-22T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:14:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My phone</title><content type='html'>One recent addition to my list of spoilt electrical appliances: My handphone. The keypad went bonkers and the I.C. had to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, another reason I had a miserable July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-7791504749130202488?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/7791504749130202488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=7791504749130202488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7791504749130202488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7791504749130202488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-phone.html' title='My phone'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-6657594473381441129</id><published>2007-07-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:53:42.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>July has been real lousy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my computer's motherboard goes bonkers. Second, my router broke down due to over usage. lol. Third, the electrical ballast in the master bedroom blows. Fourth, my mp3 goes on strike and refuses to commit any songs to its memory. Finally, my dad's car's battery decides to join the list of electrical appliances going on strike and takes a holiday in Panama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shot an EMP pulse at me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-6657594473381441129?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/6657594473381441129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=6657594473381441129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6657594473381441129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6657594473381441129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-7208313867971589786</id><published>2007-07-16T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:37:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be very careful if you make a woman cry,&lt;br /&gt;because God counts her tears.&lt;br /&gt;The woman came out of a man's rib.&lt;br /&gt;Not from his feet to be walked on,&lt;br /&gt;not from his head to be superior,&lt;br /&gt;but from the side to be equal.&lt;br /&gt;Under the arm to be protected,&lt;br /&gt;and next to the arm to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-7208313867971589786?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/7208313867971589786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=7208313867971589786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7208313867971589786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/7208313867971589786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-6133765299716900808</id><published>2007-07-15T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:37:59.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com's fixed!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty! I finally got my computer back! Coincidentally, my router chose the perfect time to retire. Chip Loon says it's cos I switch it on 24 hours. Lol. It lasted one and a half years running 24/7. I'd no idea it had to be switched off so here I am with my 3rd router.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an internet connection feels  marvelous! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woosh.06s39 says:&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all go india pattaya ah&lt;br /&gt;Wheelson says:&lt;br /&gt;pattaya is thailand la&lt;br /&gt;woosh.06s39 says:&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL really ah&lt;br /&gt;woosh.06s39 says:&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya sorry i thought pattaya rice so thought india&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Guo Jie just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to sin ee too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;/woosh.06s39&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-6133765299716900808?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/6133765299716900808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=6133765299716900808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6133765299716900808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6133765299716900808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/coms-fixed_15.html' title='Com&apos;s fixed!'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-1415642316335644583</id><published>2007-07-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:39:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com fixed</title><content type='html'>OH YESH! I can't express my joy and relief. My com's fixed and my data is all intact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! Thanks Chip Loon, my friendly computer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-1415642316335644583?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/1415642316335644583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=1415642316335644583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1415642316335644583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1415642316335644583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/com-fixed.html' title='Com fixed'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4609123133363809327</id><published>2007-07-04T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:30:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power failure this morning somehow fried my com's hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;I had just transferred Prison Break season 1  into my com and now i can't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get back my failed math paper tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do without my com. I hope tv is nice today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4609123133363809327?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4609123133363809327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4609123133363809327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4609123133363809327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4609123133363809327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-so-wonderful-power-failure-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2423581415998612981</id><published>2007-06-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:51:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Chem Block test</title><content type='html'>I gotta blog bout this man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I'd ever taken a wrong paper! H3 Chem, I'm sure that's what I sat for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing though. Made me wonder if studying actually helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they say Math is one notch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to getting 'raped' again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2423581415998612981?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2423581415998612981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2423581415998612981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2423581415998612981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2423581415998612981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-chem-block-test.html' title='Crazy Chem Block test'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-6809794072671947386</id><published>2007-06-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:01:58.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of block tests</title><content type='html'>History is gonna repeat itself like it always does.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my Es, Ss and Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on wheelson, start revising for prelims already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly As.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-6809794072671947386?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/6809794072671947386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=6809794072671947386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6809794072671947386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/6809794072671947386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-day-of-block-tests.html' title='first day of block tests'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-1328190259377765710</id><published>2007-06-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:43:33.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3 of hols</title><content type='html'>Alright, back to the inevitable studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember doing much work. I think it was Friday that I went to library@Esplanade to mug. Did Chem yet again. Nothing much happened since I was by myself. Yumi came during dinner but we ended up looking for tabs for Lifehouse. Sorry Yumi, didn't study much except to clear up the doubts you had for Nitrogen huh? No. 11 Han (his favourite call sign now) came with Benny and I went back with him to Toa Payoh when the library closed cos I wanted to see the shop that printed shirts. Although I knew it was gonna be closed, I still went with him somehow. Probably I felt like I 'made' him come cos I said I wanted to go. That's all for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early on Saturday cos agent Ming Hao brought us to nyjc to play soccer. That school like some soccer academy sial, all the basketball courts were used for soccer. Somehow nowadays I find myself playing in between the two white posts quite often. Too much to be said bout the match, ended 3-2. Went quite retarded in the end. Played on the basketball court after that. I was more of a spectator, standing in between the posts to have balls shot at me, watching No. 11 Han and Darren playing neat passing, and agent Ming Hao scoring some exceptional goals. As for me, I just did my best to withstand the powerful shots. Haha. Keeding la. Their shots weren't aimed at me but at the fence behind me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Queensway after that to print my first ever jersey. Somehow in VS, the printing of jerseys idea never materialised. Spent more than an hour looking for the best design and price. No.11 Han doesn't seem to like the design I chose but decided on it anyway. Met Tee at Marina and studied a bit before pool tempted us. Completed Time Crisis 2 again with No. 11 Han and had to rush for the last bus which brings Sat to and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Esplanade again with No.11 Han (this is getting tiring to type) to study before collecting the jerseys. They weren't that bad and I'm rather happy now. Rushed to Soup Restaurant@Paragon for Father's day dinner. Went to aunt's place after that and then back home, right here where I'm typing my summary for the past few days and gonna end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yumi intro-ed me to a song by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It's called Face down and it isn't that bad after listening to it a few more times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-1328190259377765710?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/1328190259377765710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=1328190259377765710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1328190259377765710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/1328190259377765710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-3-of-hols.html' title='Week 3 of hols'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8753480381157902407</id><published>2007-06-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:05:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 June</title><content type='html'>Happy LEGAL Day!&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I turn 18. Which means CT2 is just 1 and a half week away, I'm gonna take 'A' Levels this year, NS is next year, my friends are all going in different directions )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it's not great being 18. I love 17! Year 1 rocks man. Maybe it's cos I'm in such a lovin' class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ess three niners just made my day today.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember:&lt;br /&gt;Guo Jie and Litian, the men behind it all (probably, i'm not sure since they didn't say!)&lt;br /&gt;Jer He, the guy who escaped IMH and had too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Shaun and Guo Hui, who never seemed to be absent for anythin planned and the wonderful addition to Wee and Fran's water. (:&lt;br /&gt;Timothy, for eating so much rice!! Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Yumi, who loves the thrill of eating spicy food though she can't tahan.&lt;br /&gt;Fran, whose facial expression after drinking contaminated water made me wanna burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Wee, for her will to continue to eat no matter how many tooths the dentist extracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt; who was so thoughtful to send messages! (:&lt;br /&gt;and some who kept reiterating their point by repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ROCKIN' GUYS FROM S39, VJCO AND OF COURSE MY VS CLIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han rocks my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8753480381157902407?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8753480381157902407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8753480381157902407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8753480381157902407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8753480381157902407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/13-june.html' title='13 June'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-9029088351169146501</id><published>2007-06-08T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:32:04.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week of june hols</title><content type='html'>Second week of June holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I've done no studying whatsoever. Damn. This whole week is like a bullet train that just shot by. I tried to study on Monday by forcing myself to get outta the house, away from my computer, guitar, HBO, AXN, Star World and you know, all the usual distractions. Went to Esplanade myself and got down to studying Chemistry. From 2pm all way to 7pm, I realised I'd only covered a pathetic one and a half chapters of Organic Chemistry. That's really slow man. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday came too soon and it was CO chalet till Thursday. In the afternoon I went to meet Handoko who just returned from Batam and the sweet boy, after learning that my aunt fancies donuts bought a dozen back. Thanks dude! So I accompanied him to get his PSII from his friend, then on to Roxy Sq for his haircut, took 31 to Tampines after that for a $7 dinner because I requested for it. (: Took service 3 to Aranda after that. Realised that Tee and Zx was still at White Sands arcade. So dong, bear, han and me went to get drinks from cheers and ended up playing pool at the arcade there. Then suddenly the whole world was there playing with us. Didn't expect such a large crowd lol. I can't remember what we did after pool alr. It was abt 1am because it closes at that time. Went back to the chalet, played a bit of guitar and gossiped quite a lot. When it was about 5am, only a few were left standing. I went to Mac with those who were still awake and ended up sleeping for about half an hour there. The chairs at Mac are damn comfortable. (: I didn't eat cos I wanted Burger King breakfast which I finally got to eat at 9 am when more people woke up to go White Sands to buy BBQ stuff. Oh before that I decided to do something else with the unused mahjong tiles. Zx, me and fav sl played a memory game since i didn't know how proper mahjong works. It was kinda fun and siyuan was owning but somehow i won by 1 set. Hahahahaha. Lucky. After breakfast, siyuan helped me marinate the chicken wings before chionging to play soccer. The wings were only marinated for abt 4 - 5 hours, I wondered how it'd taste, but I never got to eat any. ): Before the BBQ, han, tee, zx, bryan and I went to swim for a bit. I would say it could be more enjoyable if the water wasn't that salty. I don't wanna explain why it was salty, or rather my theory on why it was salty. lol. Had some 'fun' bathing before going back to the BBQ bout half an hour late. oops. After the whole BBQ thingy I  couldn't take it alr. Slept for dunno how long before someone woke me up for the handover. siyuan and shipei got us seniors mugs which were rather lovely in my opinion. I wanted to use it but found out that the words on it came out rather easily. So now it's safely stashed in the display cupboard. I went back to sleep again after that and never woke up till morning. I heard Zx played psII and fell asleep playing. The guy dribbling was seen moving, moving, moving and then suddenly stopped, cos he fell asleep. Haha. That was hilarious.  So we checked out and had Chicken rice for brunch. The leftovers were once again swept up the new age crow. lol. Decided to go Wild Wild Wet cos I've never been there. It was kinda fun but got boring after awhile thanks to the huge crowd. Waiting time was such a killer. But the rides were fun nonetheless. More variety would definitely be appreciated. After that i went to tampines to watch han play soccer. Then it was back home and I realised I was sunburnt. The whole of my upper body is red, and hurts at the slightest touch. Damn. I just went to sleep after my bath. Din have dinner cos han and i lost our appetite. That's basically what happened this week. Now it's alr friday and i've gotta get to get back to studying. Today gonna stay over at vivo city to be some security guard for the house of packet drinks they're building for charity. I think I'm gonna do the whole of tmr , morning with my class, afternoon with co peeps. That means no studying. DAMN I'M DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thanks to Mao lin for lugging home my guitar and han's PSII so that we could go wild wild wet, and also for the toilet usage. muahhhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go get guitar strings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-9029088351169146501?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/9029088351169146501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=9029088351169146501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9029088351169146501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9029088351169146501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-week-of-june-hols.html' title='2nd Week of june hols'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-786584425993903483</id><published>2007-06-02T08:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:15:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 1 june hols</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, a week of holidays is almost up and what have I done, lets see.. 3 chapters of chemistry. How pathetic! Considering that I'm supposed to have 1 week per subject, I already have darn little time but yet again I end up wasting it away as usual. Come on wheel, GET STARTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handoko finally got his very own guitar! It was a Yamaha classic, dunno what model, and it was matt finished! Cool stuff. Practice hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great now I remember, I still have to think of words to string together to make myself sound darn amazing/wonderful/one of a kind so that my SGC will look great. These kinda things just disgust me, having to sit down and start praising yourself. Some call it self-evaluation. I guess you can look at it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending quite an amount of time at Cosiety these few days, debating. There seems to be quite a number of Victorians that don't like the way school is currently running. Loads of comments there! Check 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm missing my friends dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-786584425993903483?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/786584425993903483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=786584425993903483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/786584425993903483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/786584425993903483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-1-june-hols.html' title='week 1 june hols'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2889579284141437057</id><published>2007-05-31T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:56:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read news from soccernet. Man Utd is gonna really own in a few years time. If not, as soon as the next season. Nani and Anderson just signed for them, not forgetting Hargreaves. With Ronaldo and Rooney already there, it is wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2889579284141437057?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2889579284141437057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2889579284141437057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2889579284141437057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2889579284141437057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-read-news-from-soccernet.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2915344195655713928</id><published>2007-05-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:47:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cage</title><content type='html'>I feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol 3 word post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2915344195655713928?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2915344195655713928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2915344195655713928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2915344195655713928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2915344195655713928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/05/cage.html' title='The Cage'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8195385398392093276</id><published>2007-05-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:37:50.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling rather lost nowadays. i don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8195385398392093276?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8195385398392093276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8195385398392093276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8195385398392093276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8195385398392093276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-feeling-rather-lost-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8687734127305544001</id><published>2007-05-16T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:42:58.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOV 07</title><content type='html'>VJC Choir showed again why they're labelled 'the best' after this year's SYF, achieving the Gold With Honours. Symphony of Voices 2007 held at Esplanade was yet again, another high flying performance as expected of the choir. It was just breath taking to hear them hit notes perfectly, producing perfect harmonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 4 songs got me 'high'. They sang Sacred Pieces and I thought it was lovely. Victoria Chorale did the next 2 songs. Next was the Year 1s performing just before the year 2s did confitemini domino. Lydia is imba. The next song that left an impression was Hana (Flower). Heard it was choir's SYF piece. It's no wonder why they were champs. Chinese songs follow and I thought it was rather weird songs. lol. Next great song was Swingle Singers' Little Organ Fugue! Although they slowed it down, it was still great. The song is great. And finally the encore piece was absolutely wonderful. The song was written really really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a rather brief summary of SOV. Can't really describe anything so go hear them sing for yourselves next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job Gan, Fran and Jas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dynamics were like a piece of cake to the Choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8687734127305544001?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8687734127305544001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8687734127305544001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8687734127305544001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8687734127305544001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/05/sov-07.html' title='SOV 07'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-5825054621972387082</id><published>2007-05-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:03:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF 07</title><content type='html'>After the long wait, SYF 07 is over. VJC's performing arts 'owned' yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmonica Band&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold with Honours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Choir&lt;br /&gt;Concert Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain there's gonna be a full day sometime next week. There better be or I'll be really pissed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VJCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first joined VJCO I thought it was gonna be kinda boring because it's dominated by a certain school. I was right, I felt quite out of place in practice, it was certainly a bore for me. Somehow I managed to get through with it and things got better when Tee and Zx joined. (: My good old friends! At least I've people to talk to now, I've never been great at making friends. So we got through concert and then suddenly we're in year 2 alr, and SYF was coming. It's only then that CO started to feel more alive. I realised that the different sections had people of different personalities. The group that had the greatest 'genetic similarity' with me was the guan yue section of cos, with the big lying handoko that everybody loves. One thing bout them is that they love to 'niao' ppl right in the face. Survived a few by wing and jolie. Don't give chance sia. Luckily I'm not on bad terms with zilu. Nevertheless, they are really fun people! Cos they love gossiping. I've been eating out with them quite for almost the whole of the past week. There goes my money, even though we ate normal food, not something like swensen's. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VJCO GUANYUE ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; (i was asked to do this lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to SYF, we got gold, and I know everyone is kinda disappointed because we thought we did better. I personally thought so too. I held back my little vial of tears but clayton's little speech cracked it. Clayton you rock as a leader! There's probably loads that I could ramble on here but i shan't. They'll stay deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all over we, year 2s will have to switch back to the studying that I so hate. The only possible thing I can look forward to is the proposed CO concert at the end of the year. But that's the end of the year and it's still a loooong way to go. I'll be waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapore is gonna host F1 in 2008!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-5825054621972387082?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/5825054621972387082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=5825054621972387082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5825054621972387082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5825054621972387082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/05/syf-07.html' title='SYF 07'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2811111022355999789</id><published>2007-04-29T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:40:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend blues</title><content type='html'>Currently it seems everything has lost it's appeal. Blogging is not fun anymore unless your life is happening. It so used to be that way the first 6 months of year 06, when we were still year 1s and enjoying life to the best we could ever have. All about us was filled with joy, laughter, fun, randomness, SMILES. Now we are all looking stressed and worn out, and the favourite line I oh so frequently hear, or even always hear, is 'I needa go home and sleep'. No one is interested in soccer matches anymore, and I still thought we could watch EVERY match like some of us did last year. This year's record is sad, considering I missed 2 matches alr. One thing from last year remained though, and that's the wet weather. I'm still wondering where all the water in the sky comes from if there's hardly an appearance of hot sun to evaporate the water from the seas. But at least Mon's match is interesting. SAJC has been rated really high this year. It's probably their style of play this year. I caught a little of the match they played against Hwa Chong in which they won 3-0. They were quick to close down opponents and deny them space to work with. If they do play this way against us, I might even say we have a chance of losing. VJ is supposed to be ownage at fitness level. From what I've seen the players puncture out in the second half. I hope I get to watch the match on Mon because I'm leaving school at 11 for Singapore Conference Hall (SCH) to practice for SYF which is coming soon on May 10. I really hope we can get a GWH.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life really. One part of it at least. My friends, I love you guys. I've never regretted my decision to appeal into VJ even though I've lost my interest in co. But getting to know you guys, I'll never trade that for something else. Since that sounded cliche, might as well add one more. There are some things money can't buy, for everything else, there's Mastercard. (: Lol. The next part of my life is definitely MUSIC. I definitely definitely wanna improve my skills on the guitar. Picking, palm muting and much more. I need a guitar mentor, anyone? I can't remember the last time I stepped into a studio to jam. I guess it was the day before musicfest auditions. that was so long ago. I miss jamming. It helps me to destress and most importantly, we're making MUSIC. I can't really describe my passion for music, it's just in me. The only thing is regret is not finding this passion earlier. I should've learnt the piano when my dad offered. Life is full of regrets.. I'm looking to get a les paul, but i'm seriously considering if i should. Things now seem to point to me in the direction of not wasting that much money on something that's not probably gonna happen. It's probably just the mindset of this screwed up society. (okay it is not screwed up) Everyone needs a job and has to study study study. Some people make it big, some don't. In Singapore, without a degree, you're dead. Even local professional soccer players are studying so that they can work after they retire from the sport. The opportunity to do things are limited here, this is the reason why i admire the western part of the world, other than Spring of course! Come to think of it, I've never read a musican's profile that says he/she was a straight A student and that sort of person. I usually read, 'quit school to pursue..' If it was that easy here, I'd be the happiest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, "You know, life is as fun as you want it to be. So if you want your life to be fun, then go and make it fun!" She's right I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2811111022355999789?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2811111022355999789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2811111022355999789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2811111022355999789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2811111022355999789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-blues.html' title='Weekend blues'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4835809668384105362</id><published>2007-04-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:02:36.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benitez shrugs of Mourinho's claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Benitez has brushed aside Jose Mourinho's claims that Liverpool will try to get Chelsea players suspended for the Champions League semi-final second leg.The Liverpool boss was responding to suggestions from the Chelsea chief that the Anfield men would target players who are one booking away from a ban from the return leg on Merseyside next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didier Drogba, Joe Cole, Arjen Robben, Petr Cech and Lassana Diarra are all on two bookings ahead of the Stamford Bridge first match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Benitez, who maintained that 'I do not like playing these mind games', still managed the perfect put-down by saying: 'It had not crossed my mind, but maybe it has Mourinho's because that is what Chelsea did two seasons ago to Xabi Alonso.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the semi-final of 2005, Eidur Gudjohnsen was accused by Liverpool of diving to get Alonso booked, thus ruling him out of the second match at Anfield which Liverpool won 1-0 to go into the Istanbul final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benitez said: 'Maybe that is what Jose did to Alonso. But if that was a message to the referee (Markus Merk) then I can say that if it is a yellow card, that is what it should be. If it is red, then also that is what it should be.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in Markus Merk, he is a very good referee and I am happy with the referees at this level.'Benitez also responded to Mourinho's persistent complaining about his injury worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spaniard said: 'I am learning many things I didn't know. That Chelsea have injury problems, but so do we.'That they are tired and we are playing less important games. They have spent a lot of money over the last few years and they have a big squad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hear that he says Chelsea have got 60 more points than us over the last three years. Well to do that they have spent big, how much has each point cost them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benitez, though, tried to get back to the game, saying: 'We are confident, we have beaten them before and in important cup ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We feel we can do that again. We need to score and to keep a clean sheet, and we are confident that we can do that. If we do score at Stamford Bridge, it will give us a much better chance at Anfield, exactly like last time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa is one cheeky person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4835809668384105362?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4835809668384105362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4835809668384105362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4835809668384105362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4835809668384105362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/liverpool.html' title='liverpool'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-5204539379029655440</id><published>2007-04-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:47:52.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody told me I should ask for what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-5204539379029655440?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/5204539379029655440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=5204539379029655440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5204539379029655440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5204539379029655440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/somebody-told-me-i-should-ask-for-what.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-120706938983788967</id><published>2007-04-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:42:20.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is always patient and kind,&lt;br /&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never boastful nor conceited,&lt;br /&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;It does not take offense,&lt;br /&gt;It is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth,&lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-120706938983788967?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/120706938983788967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=120706938983788967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/120706938983788967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/120706938983788967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-5068631040184021917</id><published>2007-04-14T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:27:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicfest 07</title><content type='html'>Got my musicfest tickets courtesy of timo! Everything about musicfest was great except for paying $12 to sit on the stairs. Damn the sc should really allocate seats. Or better still we could get a bigger PT to accommodate everyone. Not gonna happen in a billion years i suppose, considering the lack of funds or something to even upgrade toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who missed MF 07, perhaps a little description helps.&lt;br /&gt;It started with the queue outside the pt. It was way horrible. Sc should've done something about that. 'Draw' queues or something, get loudhailers cos whatever they shouted was barely audible over the chaos. When I got in it was friggin full alr so I had to sit on the stairs cos people were reserving seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows the show started with a performance by dance. They performed their syf choreography which i thought was quite awesome, at least a gold. Good luck amanda! Get honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal solos. The first contestant sang some song which i forgot and she was nervous i guess. so yea.. 2nd guy sang edwin mccann's I'll be. Quite nice but was a little boring since it was acoustic. 3rd contestant is gen rong and he just owned with his korean emo song. Perfect except for one little part he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, vocals group was the least entertaining. Everyone did fairly well, it's just that whoever that was more appealing won, and they were the three man group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance wasn't that bad. first group consisted of year 1 dance members, 2nd group was one with 5 indians, and the 3rd was the 'hip hop' people in dance. Personally i preferred the year 1 dance group but the 2nd group won. they were rather entertaining with their 'rubber' legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND! my favourite category. Toxic waltz was up first and i thought they chose a wrong song to play in the finals. 6 sig fig and camels chose more popular songs with leaving on a jet plane and U2's vertigo respectively. 6 sig fig made their song a little jazz and it came out fine. camels rocked the house but the vocalist was finding it quite hard to hit the high notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV! yes apparently there are finalists, house com, 3 random people and hockey guys. Hockey guys won. Close fight though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun only started when mr chan started his performance. singing a mixed chinese cantonese song. lol. it was kinda cool. (: the teachers' band then did a performance of i'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post seriously lacks details. i've short term memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-5068631040184021917?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/5068631040184021917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=5068631040184021917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5068631040184021917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5068631040184021917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/musicfest-07.html' title='Musicfest 07'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3466994246421627959</id><published>2007-04-07T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:23:58.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>This Good Friday isn't good at all. Started the day with math tuition just to demoralise myself even further. Cos I can't sketch graphs. At least I learnt quite a lot this lesson. And I should practice more to familiarise myself further.  After that, I went to pool with Han, Tee, Darren, Benny and his friend. Won't say it was really fun, but beats staying at home. Then they left for a movie while I went for dinner with my parents to celebrate Mum's day. I'm such a shame. I don't even rmb my parents' days. Fucking stupid. Somehow the dates just won't register in my head. 9 April Mum! Get in the head dammit. Playing soccer tmr when my leg's still injured from the sprain I suffered from netball on thur. Smart move sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3466994246421627959?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3466994246421627959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3466994246421627959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3466994246421627959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3466994246421627959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2366000926876641843</id><published>2007-03-25T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:10:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat Soccer</title><content type='html'>After 3248923 times, I finally managed to make it for a soccer match with VS/VJ CO seniors and peers for soccer! It was good seeing Darren again and the rest. Nothing much there is to say. Soccer is just an amazing sport! Lol. My team consisting of Darren, Handoko, Keefe, Jing Jie owned! Only lost 1 match in total of like 10+ matches I think. I only scored one pathetic goal. Oh well, perhaps there'll be another such Saturday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the musicfest semifinals. The vocals were like wah. All choir ppl and they have really nice voices. Some were quite gay though. Then after the long wait in the stuffy PT ( due to VJ being a budget school), it was the bands. Camels played this hard rock song. No offence but I didn't like it. Not my kind of music. Shiva band played Zombie and I thought it was comparable to the originals - The Cranberries. Next was Timo! Everything was great except one part where the keyboard was drowning the rest. The next band did Britney Spears Oops I did it again hard rock which I think was definitely a wrong choice.  Then there was this 'acoustic' band. Was quite alright just that the volumes of some instruments were too soft.  The last band did Maroon 5  Harder to breathe. I thought it looked kinda simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've for my Saturday. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If anyone is feeling offended, don't take this to heart. These are just my opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2366000926876641843?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2366000926876641843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2366000926876641843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2366000926876641843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2366000926876641843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/03/sat-soccer.html' title='Sat Soccer'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3116413904477466316</id><published>2007-03-18T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:06:41.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerable</title><content type='html'>Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold outside (cold outside) its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold inside (cold inside) its cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend we're alone&lt;br /&gt;and I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I know we're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I'm the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;isn't that a song already&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;and its true I cant go on without you&lt;br /&gt;your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt;if you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend we're alone&lt;br /&gt;and I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I know we're unprepared&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I'm the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down girl you're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;just wait around and see&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm much more you never know what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;just because you were hurt doesn’t mean you shouldn’t bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I'm the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3116413904477466316?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3116413904477466316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3116413904477466316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3116413904477466316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3116413904477466316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/03/vulnerable.html' title='vulnerable'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-829763822920715831</id><published>2007-03-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:57:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As i'm leaving</title><content type='html'>As I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;A change comes on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;These streets persuading me&lt;br /&gt;With mumbled strange goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain&lt;br /&gt;To the soul of everything&lt;br /&gt;Throw my heart out on the stones&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no meaning&lt;br /&gt;In clothes and coffee cups&lt;br /&gt;Cheap hotel furniture&lt;br /&gt;Where silence never stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain&lt;br /&gt;To the soul of everything&lt;br /&gt;Throw my memories to the wind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at the walls&lt;br /&gt;Cars are frozen now&lt;br /&gt;In late night waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain&lt;br /&gt;To the soul of everything&lt;br /&gt;Throw my heart out on the stones&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost&lt;br /&gt;Through the water&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain&lt;br /&gt;To the soul of everything&lt;br /&gt;Wash my heart out on the stones&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-829763822920715831?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/829763822920715831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=829763822920715831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Follow Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched with Nigel cos a lot of people pang seh and no money no time no everything.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful show man. Laughed as hard like how I did during the merry first 3 months in jc. Jack Neo rocks. He really knows how to appeal to the local crowd. Sadly foreigners can't enjoy it or he might win some award or something. On second thought, I think I should take my words back. The movie was like on such a tight budget that they couldn't even create scenes physically. Resorted to computer graphics too much. Anyhow, the graphics weren't like realistic. It was quite disgusting watching those scenes. Could tell with one eye closed that they were computer effects. Fann Wong was kinda poor thing. Had to act out terrible scenes that made her, quote nigel "unglam". Scenes like groping her own breasts. Quite stunned to see her looking so retarded. If i'm not wrong she said nabei too. lol. funny funny show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it with Litian this time. Another wonderful show. Recommended by nigel. Action packed, Inspirational? I'm not so sure lol. Just never retreat, never surrender, fight till death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8189457990311452946?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8189457990311452946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8189457990311452946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8189457990311452946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8189457990311452946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-follow-law.html' title='just follow law'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-5765454687256017767</id><published>2007-03-11T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:59:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holidays</title><content type='html'>CT's over! Holidays are here! But the holiday mood? Definitely still missing. One week should go by rather quickly, then it's results. Damn. I'm gonna fail at least 3 subjects. My parents will start nagging. I'm gonna feel disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder if Study = Fail like Timo said. Lol. Obviously it isn't that. But staying back to studying isn't helping. Maybe it's the method. Or it's just that some things are just the way they are and I can't change them. I should consider constant studying, which is gonna take my life away, whatever little of it I have. No life man.. Whoever said school rocks? Please please remind me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-5765454687256017767?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/5765454687256017767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=5765454687256017767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5765454687256017767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5765454687256017767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-holidays.html' title='March Holidays'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3183776030809728542</id><published>2007-03-04T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:38:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a shame</title><content type='html'>Liverpool 0 - 1 Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame. Having dominated most of the match, Liverpool did not deserve to lose. But this is football. If you don't grab the chances you have, you lose matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool    Stats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots (On goal)           - 15 (8)&lt;br /&gt;Fouls                               - 11&lt;br /&gt;Corner Kicks                  - 12&lt;br /&gt;Offsides                                   - 2&lt;br /&gt;Time of Possession      - 51%&lt;br /&gt;Saves                               - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchester United Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots (On goal) -                     6 (3)&lt;br /&gt;Fouls - 12&lt;br /&gt;Corner Kicks -                            2&lt;br /&gt;Offsides -                              1&lt;br /&gt;Time of Possession      -                         49%&lt;br /&gt;Saves -                              8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tactical Mistakes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellamy should not have been taken off.&lt;br /&gt;Pennant should have started on the right and Gerrard in the middle of the park.&lt;br /&gt;Sissoko is too slow to be up against Scholes and Carrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Refree Mistakes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonso should have received his second yellow for tugging Scholes.&lt;br /&gt;Saha should have been awarded the penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My MOTM &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Carragher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3183776030809728542?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3183776030809728542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3183776030809728542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3183776030809728542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3183776030809728542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-shame_5041.html' title='What a shame'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4317442397633228137</id><published>2007-02-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:37:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars are bright</title><content type='html'>This was a brilliant night, cloudless and decorated with sparkling 'jewels'. The moon was as clear as can be. What a pretty sight it was. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4317442397633228137?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4317442397633228137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4317442397633228137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4317442397633228137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4317442397633228137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/stars-are-bright.html' title='stars are bright'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3188456735255462553</id><published>2007-02-24T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:16:31.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strat or les paul</title><content type='html'>strat or les paul? i can't decide. throw me your suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3188456735255462553?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3188456735255462553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3188456735255462553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3188456735255462553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3188456735255462553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/strat-or-les-paul.html' title='strat or les paul'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8478419900178973801</id><published>2007-02-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:38:42.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing more there is to say. what happened has happened and could have happened a little better but just didn't. life is full of regrets. so full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8478419900178973801?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8478419900178973801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8478419900178973801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8478419900178973801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8478419900178973801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-more-there-is-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3226134834937260853</id><published>2007-02-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:32:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre common tests</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, don't waste precious time trying to decipher ok? I don't wanna be responsible for your common tests! lol. I'll speak for myself too. Go mug ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3226134834937260853?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3226134834937260853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3226134834937260853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3226134834937260853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3226134834937260853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/pre-common-tests.html' title='pre common tests'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2658314647643811850</id><published>2007-02-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:56:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's wrong with this fucked up week.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2658314647643811850?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2658314647643811850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2658314647643811850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2658314647643811850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2658314647643811850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-wrong-with-this-fucked-up-week.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3583852648405934358</id><published>2007-02-11T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T10:02:44.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High jammin with Gan</title><content type='html'>This post is for the 9th of Feburary 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking out of Club Paradise smiling. (: Why? Because we improved loads from Thursday's practice. At least music-wise, it was much better. All credit to the handsome hardworking guo jie who practised his solo over and over again the day prior to Friday. Hard work really does pay off huh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some opinions however (if you guys even see this)&lt;br /&gt;Tim: Go easier on the crash.&lt;br /&gt;Gan: Listen to the song more!&lt;br /&gt;Gj &amp;amp; Me: Practice more and more and more...&lt;br /&gt;and don't kill me for this yumi,&lt;br /&gt;Yumi: Don't be late and don't be sian.&lt;br /&gt;Fran: Why weren't you there!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Loads of crap and I shall stop here now. Later people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3583852648405934358?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3583852648405934358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3583852648405934358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3583852648405934358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3583852648405934358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/high-jammin-with-gan.html' title='High jammin with Gan'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2857201371430978050</id><published>2007-02-09T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:07:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First jammin for musicfest</title><content type='html'>Thursday = fun day cos of PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fun day was fun no more cos I'd gastric. Couldn't really do much in PE and was quite slack. I'm sick of floorball. I wanna kick some balls, some soccer balls. (: After that miserable two periods it was tutorials which passed quickly. I then found myself alone with J. He, who was sleeping, and so i did my summary. Handed it in later and was left bored till 2.30. Going for house painting CIP on Sat. I actually love doing CIP now. Gives me the satisfaction. Weird I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammin at tampines was good and bad. I pray we improve by leaps and bounds. We shall see if it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to find sweet serenity&lt;br /&gt;Are you still afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and dream, and feel it fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't flow, everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've got to hold your head up high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken some time,&lt;br /&gt;And I've given up the will to change your state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Try and understand,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard to see that I am just a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't flow, everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've got to hold your head up high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to find sweet serenity&lt;br /&gt;Try and understand,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so hard to see that I am just a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't flow, everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;When the pain fades away&lt;br /&gt;And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've got to hold your head up high..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2857201371430978050?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2857201371430978050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2857201371430978050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2857201371430978050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2857201371430978050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-jammin-for-musicfest.html' title='First jammin for musicfest'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2789466887881914768</id><published>2007-02-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:25:44.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th week</title><content type='html'>Another week gone&lt;br /&gt;Another week wasted&lt;br /&gt;Another week to live in regret&lt;br /&gt;Another week spent not looking forward to the next&lt;br /&gt;Another week without progress&lt;br /&gt;Another week where I digressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really really flies. damn it's already 5th week and I'm still in turbulent waters. Someone send me a chopper please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chasm remains. Will the distance ever close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2789466887881914768?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2789466887881914768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2789466887881914768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2789466887881914768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2789466887881914768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/02/5th-week.html' title='5th week'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2497620419086150464</id><published>2007-01-27T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:54:33.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JTS</title><content type='html'>First things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anon, Dick, who I think you are, whoever you are, STAY THE FUCK AWAY. You're so hollow up there and I'm doubting that you are actually older than me. Grow up and start acting your age. Quit screwing with me just because you feel insecure. Do something about your own boring life and don't come seeking entertainment here. You are not entertained. So basically.. just fuck off yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's done, JTS was at Fish and Co. today. Jnr class was kinda lively but all guai kias must go home so early. Left 3 jnrs in the end. We all went home. How sad how sad, no more ton s39. And tmr everyone's busy except me again. Life has changed so much. I'm not used to it at all. I feel weird, lost, confused, bored, irritated, disappointed. But I still love s39, not something I'd trade for anything else in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2497620419086150464?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2497620419086150464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2497620419086150464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2497620419086150464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2497620419086150464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/jts.html' title='JTS'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2049728546681141916</id><published>2007-01-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:21:22.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gridiron Gang</title><content type='html'>Gridiron Gang - One goal. A second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught this movie and I thought it was a truly awesome show! All of you should go catch it cos good movies are hard to come by now. The show is basically how this one person Sean Porter helped a group of juveniles regain their self-esteem, helping them move on with their lives after their term in juvenile prison. Apparently the current system in the prison wasn't working as statistics showed that 75% of those who left the prison either end up dead or continued with their old lives. So he proposed an alternative method to form a football team to help build teamwork and self confidence. This was based on a true story so it was rather touching that there was someone as noble as Sean Porter, played by Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson. His muscles are frickin' imba. Huuge! Watch the show to find out what happened! It'll be worth your money. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2049728546681141916?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2049728546681141916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2049728546681141916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2049728546681141916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2049728546681141916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/gridiron-gang.html' title='Gridiron Gang'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-4778911263187671066</id><published>2007-01-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:36:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBS cos the buses are not punctual&lt;br /&gt;taxis cos they're never available when you want one&lt;br /&gt;academics cos i can't excel in it&lt;br /&gt;running cos i lack stamina&lt;br /&gt;arguing cos it gets me worked up&lt;br /&gt;some people cos they're unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;some people cos they're insensitive&lt;br /&gt;some people cos they're complicated&lt;br /&gt;some people cos they're fake&lt;br /&gt;some people cos they're arrogant&lt;br /&gt;elitists cos i can't do nothing bout them&lt;br /&gt;school cos it forces me to do stuff i've no interest in&lt;br /&gt;money cos it creates crime&lt;br /&gt;cars cos they pollute the environment&lt;br /&gt;languages cos i just hate 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate a lot of people huh. i hate this world that's full of hatred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-4778911263187671066?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/4778911263187671066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=4778911263187671066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4778911263187671066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/4778911263187671066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate.html' title='i hate'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-5221169815174811876</id><published>2007-01-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:16:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool 2 Chelsea 0</title><content type='html'>Liverpool 2 Chelsea 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the biggest shock of my life. A team lacking flair, creativity and clinical finishing somehow managed to construct a win over a supposedly world class team. I guess winning on paper doesn't mean winning on the pitch. That's the excitement of football! (though the match wasn't really entertaining) It was filled with Liverpool under constant hammering from a Chelsea side that were wearing blindfolds. There was this one chance where Drogba was trying to aim the airplane or something. He struck it with so much power, so much so I felt it was a shame it went in a direction that was almost 90 degrees. Carragher was the man of the match for me. He totally shut the door in Drogba and Kalou's faces even though Ballack, Lampard and Geremi were constantly banging on it with the long balls in. Another moment to remember was Riise's screamer that unfortunately rattled the cross-bar. It was from an amazing distance out (a few yards into Chelsea's half)! Maybe someone has been taking lessons from Alonso after seeing him score from his own half. LOL. okie dokie. Enough of crap. The rest of the world is against me. I can't get a studio to jam ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-5221169815174811876?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/5221169815174811876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=5221169815174811876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5221169815174811876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/5221169815174811876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/liverpool-2-chelsea-0.html' title='Liverpool 2 Chelsea 0'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3247370071384989123</id><published>2007-01-18T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:15:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week of boredom</title><content type='html'>Another week has gone again and guss what nothing much has happened. That's why I've not been updating often; cos there's nothing to talk about. The class is so dead alr. no more fun s39. I shall blame this on the fact that we're year 2s now. sucks really. it came too soon. I haven't had enough time with this class. Quote: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's one thing your class has that none of my other classes had. A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong class bond&lt;/span&gt;.." - Mrs Koh. It was something liddat. Can't really recall. My memory is failing. *points to my head* stupid stupid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3247370071384989123?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3247370071384989123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3247370071384989123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3247370071384989123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3247370071384989123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-week-of-boredom.html' title='Another week of boredom'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2998744627853275778</id><published>2007-01-04T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:45:27.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R Papers</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. No more R papers!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the Bio paper. It was rather similar to promos so I guess it was alright. Hmm actually it isn't because I remember writing bullshit for a few questions. Especially the mitosis 1s. Well it's over so I shan't care about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Econs paper. It was terrible. Every question I did was nonsense. I'm expecting a single digit though I don't want it. Essay was ownage. Had no clue what to write. Mixed up all the graphs so my whole question paper was full of sketches of graphs and I ended up confusing myself further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's boring. No one's really around except excited juniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to school tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2998744627853275778?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2998744627853275778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2998744627853275778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2998744627853275778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2998744627853275778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2007/01/r-papers.html' title='R Papers'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-9044157731307027329</id><published>2006-12-28T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:59:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>So finally there was a class outing since I don't know when. Although this date was already set since I don't know how long ago, it's kinda disappointing at the turnout. Fran, Wee Ling, Agnes, Zoe, Deanna, Guo Hui (100% attendance?), Shaun and me. Early birds went for breakfast at Delifrance while waiting for the rest. Then, Shaun, Fran and Wee Ling arrived to inform us that it was pouring. Thankfully, the rain was nowhere in sight when we left Delifrance to check on the weather. (: We proceeded to the bus interchange to get a shuttle service into Sentosa and guess what, it was packed! Loads of people going into Sentosa on a Wenesday afternoon. Surprising. Thus, buses everywhere were loaded with people, especially the Blue line. Smarter us took the yellow line instead which had much less people. Yellow line goes to Palawan beach, Blue goes to Siloso Beach. But the catch is that it's possible to walk from Palawan beach to Siloso beach! (: But anyhow, we didn't even spend time on the beach. There was this water park? There were huge floats where you can climb on and trampolines on water. It's $5 per entry and since we didn't know what to do, and the girls wanted to go in so bad, we did. There were loads of fun things to do and I'm incapable of describing them. Personally I enjoyed the 'Iceberg'. A huge floating piece of 'ice' where you have to climb to the top and then slide down. I'm quite surprised that the girls could actually climb up that when they were having problems with the smaller float in the shape of Saturn. Overall, everything was great except for the salt water. It keeps entering my mouth and gets stuck at the back of the throat. Unbearable. At around 5, the sky was dangerously dark and so we decided to leave. Before we even left, the rain came and we had to scramble back to save our bags. So we bathed and left for the Blue line bus station. The people there was immensely large! Everyone seemed to be leaving beacause of the rain. So patiently we waitied and waited and when it was close to an hour of waiting, our turn came. We're all tired and just slept on the bus. Thankfully we didn't need to wait for the shuttle out of Sentosa beacause the queue was short. We even got ourselves seats. So since we couldn't make it for the 6.50 movie, we just had dinner at Carl's Junior with Litian and Guo Jie, who joined us later. OH I forgot to mention Deanna, Agnes and Zoe left earlier already. The meal was horrible because of the serving. I'd to force the chilli fries down. We were all starving before that and ordered 'a little' too much. (: It was quite entertaining for the girls to watch Guo Hui and Shaun struggle to finish their own chili fries and Wee decided to help Shaun eat some! After that sumptous meal, and our plan for a 9.25 movie fell through, we all left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiring day filled with fun passed. It was great to see you guys again! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-9044157731307027329?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/9044157731307027329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=9044157731307027329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9044157731307027329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/9044157731307027329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3794860901247817509</id><published>2006-12-27T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:07:10.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool is a failure</title><content type='html'>The reputations and skills of the players in the squad aren't that bad, though not as great as fellow premiership giants Chelsea, Manchester and Arsenal. Rafa afterall, came to the helm after success in La Liga with Valencia. Financially they are stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the BIG why Liverpool is such a failure... Lets take a look a the players shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Reina&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Pulls off great saves every once in awhile. Then again, every keeper does that.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: After all his blunders, its a wonder he's still no.1. Maybe Champions League hero Jerzy Dudek might do a better job between the posts. Current form is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Arne Riise&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Strong left foot. Fairly strong in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: He should be spending his time developing his attacking skills, instead of defending, since he can't defend better than he attacks. Waste of a talent to play full back. Current form is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabio Aurelio&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Very similar to Riise. Has a strong built and won't go down easily.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Nothing I've seen that makes me detest him. Current form is undecided since he doesn't get many games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sami Hyypia:&lt;br /&gt;Positives: His experience in the game helps him to read the game fairly well; tall.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Like technology, Hyypia has become obselete. He's too slow for the game and should just retire and become coach for the club, sharing his years of experience as a defender to his fellow club mates. Current form is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Carragher&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Possibly the best defender the club has. Strong determination in every match.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Not as useful on the wings. He should just be glued to the central position. Current form is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Agger&lt;br /&gt;Positives: A defender with an eye for attacking.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Lacks experience since he's only 22. Much more is expected of him if he's to be Hyypia's replacement. Current form is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Finnan&lt;br /&gt;Positives: At the moment I can't really think of any.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: ALWAYS holds the ball up which really irritates me because he loses possesion doing that. Crosses into the box when he's on the wings are usually disappointing. A burden to the club for me. Current form is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Fairly quick. Promising potential.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Needs to be more composed. His eagerness to perform well usually costs him his balance, hence his dribbling. First touch needs to be improved. Needs to read team mates well. More work at the training ground should do it. Current form is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xabi Alonso&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Passing and long range shots are superb when he's top form.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Needs to be more physical in his tackles and timing should be better. Often lets emotion get the better of him. Current form doesn't reflect well on his reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanz Luis Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Possesses a fair bit of skill on the ball. Passing is fair.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Physically weaker than most players and smaller. Often loses out in challenges for possession. Current form is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gerrard&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Inspirational; Fast. Has a hell of a right leg.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Too inconsistent, perhaps too much pressure on him to perform as a captain. Useful in the centre of the park, redundant on the wings. Current form is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine Pennant&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Fairly speedy. Possesses a fair bit of skill. Daring to go forward.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Loses possession often when he takes on defenders. Crosses are disappointing. Won't appear as a threat to the opposing team if not on form. Current form is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Kyut&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Hardworking. Never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Too slow to react at times. Needs to built a better understanding with Bellamy. Should be more confident of himself. Has to take chances when they are presented to him. Current form is not up to his reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Crouch&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Huge height advantage. Powerful shot.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Weak headers. Poor first touch resulting in lost of possession. Weak physically though tall. Current form poor. To be fair, he has been left on the bench for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig Bellamy&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Undoubtedly the best striker in the club. Unbelivably fast. Fairly strong. Determination is high.&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Tends to expect too much from his team mates. Hot headed. Current form good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. So as you can see, the players do have the skills. They lack form. More importantly, they lack TEAMWORK. So unless they start playing as one, they can forget about any silverware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you still wondering why Liverpool is such a failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait a minute, we are forgetting something aren't we? The mastermind behind all this. The man who brought in the likes of Pennant, Reina, Gonzalez, Aurelio, Kyut, Bellamy, Crouch, Agger. Benetiz... well I don't blame him at the way his purchases turned out, they were supposed to be fairly good players. Only time can help them clique well together and play as a team. We shall see if that happens. BUT but but, who was the one playing the premiership as if it was Championship Manager 06/07, where you can save and restart if you lose a match. Rafa is responsible for his players' poor teamwork when he decided that his rotation policy would work as well it did on his PC. Well to be fair, it worked in Valencia but then again people fail to realise that football is different everywhere. Spanish football has it's own style, as it is for English football or Italian football etc.. One great example is Fernando Morientes. He came to the club with such a great reputation and people expected great things. But his performances were so bad that he was offloaded back to his country Spain, where he is doing well. Shevchenko could well possibly be another example if he doesn't prove to be the goal machine he was at AC Milan. So it's great Benetiz realised that and crushed his policy, no matter how late it came. But then, the damage was done, with such a disastrous away record and a recent 1-0 loss to Blackburn, the teamwork factor proved to be too much of a damage to Liverpool's only remaining goal to secure a Champions League spot. Compared to Blackburn, Liverpool were like any other regular club. The desire for Blackburn to hold on to the lead after they scored was strong. Savage and Tugay were rocks in midfield, over-shadowing Alonso and the great Stevie G. Savage should be the man of the match in my opinion, for his determination and perserverence to chase every single ball and pass. I wouldn't know who was man of the match because I left at the 3rd minute into added on time because I was too disgusted to carry on watching the humiliating match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa better bring in some better players to cure this lack of form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool.... really.. how disappointing you've been. Just like I am, to my parents....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3794860901247817509?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3794860901247817509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3794860901247817509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3794860901247817509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3794860901247817509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/liverpool-is-failure.html' title='Liverpool is a failure'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8970480533256735355</id><published>2006-12-26T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:11:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled class outing</title><content type='html'>Darn.. after waiting for sooo long, 27th is cancelled. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How merry is Christmas getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Update*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! God bless those who violently objected. 27th is back online! (: love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8970480533256735355?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8970480533256735355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8970480533256735355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8970480533256735355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8970480533256735355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/cancelled-class-outing.html' title='Cancelled class outing'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-114166518270683879</id><published>2006-12-24T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:29:50.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILK - Mainly I Love Kids</title><content type='html'>Slept at 4am this morning. Why? Just couldn't sleep yet. Just guitared all the way through the night. I think I'm gonna die when school reopens. I'd be sleeping in class the whole time. Lol. Another reason why I'd die is because I'm still way way way way from being prepared for Rs. Dammit... And this day, 24th Dec, Christmas Eve, I was out with Nigel, Ethyl and Regina to do charity work. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone as I'm supposed to study. But then again, you I him her we us all know that I'll not be anyways. So why not do some charity? (: Lately I've been into it, guess it isn't that bad after all. But if I'm to do again, please give me a companion!! It's darn boring to do things alone. Charity work should be fun too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was supposed to meet them at 3pm, City Hall. But before that I went to Orchard, Apple store to get these Griffin EarThumps earphones. Apparently I heard Apple stores carry them, except the Borders branch I guess cos I didn't manage to get them. ): All I know is that Bishan's Apple has 'em. But it's kinda outta the way. Argh. Orchard wasn't excatly the place you wanna be because it's terrible just to even walk. Felt like sardine in a can. So I chionged back disappointed and met up with the rest. We started selling those charity tickets in this plant exhibition (I'd no idea such an exhibition existed, not something I've heard of) in Suntec Convention hall. Weird huh? Like totally no link. The charity organisation was MILK (Mainly I Love Kids). I got another shirt to use as pyjamas! lol. A MILK shirt. I've never pictured myself in a position such as today selling tickets because I'd always curse the people doing this at MRT stations and in town. Well perhaps it's because of their rudeness. Some of them just deliberately block your path even if you say no. Those are the irritating buggers. And they sell tickets at prices like $10. Ours were only $2. So it was more reasonable. Ahh well 4 hours passed quite fast yet slow, the booth area I was incharge of was kinda deserted and I was alone for quite awhile. Boredom... Nigel came and talk cock with me for awhile though (: Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 8pm we packed up and left. Ethyl needed to meet Methyl and so they left. Regina needed to get log cakes and left too. So me and Nigel went for dinner at Carl's Jnr. Beef Chilli Fries is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;orgasmic&lt;/span&gt;! They should come up with spaghetti with that sauce. I'd have it every other day! Lol. After dinner we did a little shopping and managed to get a real deal at U2. Zara is wow man but the prices are damn.... At around 9.30pm we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically sums up my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm home on Christmas Eve. How boring is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Check out the acoustic version of wherever you'll go! -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-114166518270683879?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/114166518270683879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=114166518270683879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/114166518270683879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/114166518270683879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/milk-mainly-i-love-kids.html' title='MILK - Mainly I Love Kids'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-8602497600501525565</id><published>2006-12-14T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:13:43.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP: Philippines</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Philippines! One week has passed rather quickly, much faster than what I'd expected. The trip was rather fun though I'd have preferred sponsorship next time. (: This was how it went (as of what I can remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Dec - 8th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;The flight was at 0040 Hrs and so we had to check in at about 1040. I met guo hui, jess and litian at T1 for dinner. Snack rather, cos I had mine at home. Thanks guys, for coming. Nigel joined us later at around 9. We left for T3 at arnd 9+ I think. T3 is full of shit. It looks so budget. To sum it all up, the airlines operating there had to send their own flight staff to handle the check ins. -.- That was the 'best' sia. They were so 'efficient' and hence the flight was delayed to 0130 Hrs cos not everyone could check in on time. I don't even wanna recall how long we queued. Oh by the way our "Team Victoria" was made up of 2 adult volunteers, Robin (teacher in VS), Yew Yee (Ex - VJC), 1 neither adult nor teenager, Daniel (Ex - VJC), 2 J2s, Wen Xiang, Shermaine, 7 J1s, Guo Jie, Nav, Regina, Ethel, Nigel, Teerapong and me. 12 of us in total. So back to the T3,  one cool thing was that you can now pass through the authorities without having someone to check your passport, because this job has been transferred to a machine! Sounds cool huh? All you gotta do is to insert your passport face side into the reader and the machine will read and open the gate to another locked gate which will open if your thumbprint matches the data. Fricking impressive huh. At least I was. Lol. We had not much to do in the airport so we just sat and stoned time away. Most of us slept thru the plane ride which took 3 hours 20 mins. The worst thing after that was that it was another 3 hours of travelling by a van to the hotel. And for the finale, the hotel we were supposed to spend 5 nights was nothing like what we thought it was. It was so old that Nigel was hoping the driver had decided to take a short break. To our dismay, it was not to be. ): I don't even know if it even qualifies to be named a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a room with Teerapong and the room had a connecting door to Nigel and Guo jie's room. So in the end our room became something like a multi purpose room where almost everyone of us gathered to play games or do nothing. lol. cos there's literally nothing to do at that hotel. For the rest of the day, we spent our time at the worksite, introduced to the people there and started work! I was looking forward to the work cos i thought it was fun. For that day, Teerapong, Yew Yee and me were supposed to level the ground. It was a dam difficult task cos the tools were like ancient! lol. Oh maybe not that old, but then they didn't hav a hoe which would've been much simpler to use. Instead we used this long metal stick that has a sharp and flat side. Think of it as a giant screw driver with the flat head. That tool became known to us as a  zam-mer. Nigel named it that. Most probably cos we were supposed to zam it into the ground. Zam is pronounced Z-arm lol. I can't remember if we went shopping this night or the next. But when we were finally back to the hotel, we played this drinking game and we drank dunno how many bottles of water la. It goes something like, if you draw a card that is red from 1 to 5, you hav to drink the amount of sips indicated by the card you draw. If you draw a black card that is from 1 to 5, you can ask someone else to drink instead. For 6 to 10 regardless of colour, they are specials. 6 allows you to give a thumbs up sign whenever you want during the game and the last person to follow you with a thumb up action is penalised. 7 allows you to go to the toilet. 8 is the 'type' card in which u have to start a trend. ie. brands of cars, honda, toyota etc etc. The person unable to come up with a word is penalised. 9 is the rhyme card and you simply have to think of a word that rhymes or you are penalised. 10 is the rule card allowing you to set new rules to the game. Picture cards are nth in the game. So the whole game turned out to be rather fun and we ended up doing stupid things like jumping jacks after everytime you drink, and making sounds of pleasure whenever you are drinking (courtesy of Guo jie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;Today was another half day's work because in the evening we were to take part in a house dedication ceremony. 5 families moved into the village. We continued started digging a trench and learned halfway through that it was supposed to be 60cm deep. Mike. 60cm is imba. After that I think we went shopping. So we didn't do anything after dinner on the 8th. Nothing much in the mall, but the shoes were really cheap. Like S$20 for Adidas sneakers. lol. Imitations. We spent the night playing the drinking game again but this time it isn't as fun already. Bored alr la..  The next day, we were supposed to go to the waterfalls. But because it was raining heavily, we had to cancel the trip. So we spent the time sleeping till like 12pm. Much needed sleep after all the work and late nights playing games. We went to a larger mall this time and got more stuff. Girls will always be girls. Hands loaded with shopping bags, wallets with cash. lol. The whole day was wasted away jus because of that rain. Typhoon period. The city was flooded. We changed a game this night and played polar bear instead! I didn't expect it to turn out so fun. Nigel is a sly dog. Dam imba bear. lol. I'm sure everyone had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring again and so we ended up playing with the kids in the multi purpose hall. Actually I didn't really join in la. Was tired and bored. lol. Thankfully the rain stopped and we started on the trench again. It was disastrous. The rain made the whole place muddy and insects were relentlessly attacking because the 8 hour insect repellent was wearing off alr. lol. My Adidas sneakers was bathed in mud. We survived the day and spent the night listening to Yew Yee's army stories. Some were quite spooky and I pitied him. Cos he went through dam bad times. lol. Kena abandoned for 3D2N. Twice somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;The weather was better and we managed to have one full day of work today. We switched jobs halfway I think and went to cement the floor. I went to sieve sand instead. Quite fun but it's irritating that the wire gauze of the sieve keeps getting holes in them. Had to mend it with vines of plants. After dinner, we spent the night hearing ghost stories again. This time is Cedar's stories and Thailand's stories. lol. Slept a little earlier this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;Today was last day of work and I cemented floor the whole day. Initially we mixed the cement manually cos the cement mixer wasn't ready for some reason. It was dam tough! It was the very first time I truly appreciated machines. Pure hard work is tiring and slow. Went the mixer was up and running everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Things were much simpler cos all we had to do was to add the 'ingredients' into the mixer and cement would come out nicely. Initially, Nigel and I had to shift rubble for the cement to the worksite from the playground. There were school nurses there that day to check up on the kids there I think and they were dam ji siao. Keep ji siao-ing me and Nigel. lol. And most of the guys from the nursing school dam niang la. Cannot maintain. Their actions sends a chill down my spine. After lunch I took over Tee's job of shovelling cement into the buckets to be transported to the house via a human chain. lol. It was dam strenous on the back. After like 5 loads of cement Nigel took over and that was the last of the day. We completed the floors of 2 houses! Dam fast alr I think. Today was the farewell dinner and so we had to perform some item for the dinner. We decided to jus go with the song by The Calling - Wherever You Will Go. Borrowed the guitar from the chapel for the performance. I'd say it was not bad already la considering we only practised like a few hours. lol. The philipinos are dam imba in music. There was this woman in the board of directors of HFH Philippines who sang darn well. OH guo jie sang chasing cars in a dam weird remix cos the pianist tried his best to follow guo jie. He can hear what guo jie sings and jus come out with a melody. Dam imba. But it turned out kinda weird in the end. It'd probably have turned out better if we let him hear the mp3 once first. Spent the rest of the night playing cai quan drinking Philippine vodka. Dam disgusting. Dun get a bloody clue what the heck is so song about liquor. It jus tastes dam bloody disgusting, be it vodka, beer or wadeva. Guo jie konked out and was spouting nonsense the whole time. lol. it was dam frickin funny though i was a little concerned if he was alright. Yew Yee said he isn't drunk yet. Jus feeling high. I don't see the difference though. But there was one big difference and that was the colour of guo jie's face. Turned dam red. Eyes were kinda bloodshot too. Dam scary. Then he started singing nonsense which was kinda interesting and dumb. lol. I went to sleep arnd 1 and Nigel, Yew Yee, Regina and Ethel continued playing with mineral water. From wad i heard Regina also was high alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;Last day in Philippines, went to visit the slums. It was not as bad as i thought it'd be. Cos they'd TV and water supply. I'd have thought these was not present. But the hygiene was low I suppose. Went back to the mall to shop after that for 1 hour and had lunch before heading back to the hotel to load up the vans with our luggage and made our way to Manila, to the airport. The ride was unbearable due to the heat but we made it. We were dam bastard at the airport. We left coins on the table becaue it was like dam heavy. S$1 = 30 Peso. So imagine $2 worth of pesos in coins, dam a lot la. Reached Singapore at 11.55pm and it was pouring. We got went and so did our luggages. Met mum and went home immediately cos I din see anyone around. I thought everyone had left alr but they were still there somewhere, I didn't see. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was overall worth it because it was fun, enriching and touching. The children there were really friendly and hospitable and the babies were cute. I wouldn't mind going back there next year. BUT, get fricking &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPONSORS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-8602497600501525565?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/8602497600501525565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=8602497600501525565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8602497600501525565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/8602497600501525565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/yep-philippines.html' title='YEP: Philippines'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-2880508235258939268</id><published>2006-12-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:22:17.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choir</title><content type='html'>nothin much happened this week except for the choir performance.&lt;br /&gt;it was friday, and i'd co prac. boring boring practices that are kinda 'useful'. went to sch at 9 to find myself one of the earliest excluding the exco. so i just lazed arnd did nth literally until bout 9.30 b4 practices started. sectionals commenced and the last hour was combined. so that's that and things passed rather quickly. went straight home after that to try out gta san andreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the time came to leave for choir performance and everything was kinda last min. apparently everyone else forgot about the flowers except me. lol. ok forget that. met litian and her sis (for a moment i thought his girlfren) and bought the flowers. rushed to vjc to find ourselves 5mins late. damn the traffic. cost us better seats and we had to go up to have our performance with railings as hindrance. i was a little stunned at the performance cos i was expecting something like sov. apparently, i didn't noe that they were staging a musical even though 'les miserables' was printed on the ticket. but it was entertaining nonetheless. gan (&lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt;Javert)&lt;/span&gt; was awesome, fran was awesome, jas was awesome. loads of talent in our class (= &lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt;Valjean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt;Eponine and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="i_bright_12_h"&gt;Cosette also gave breath taking performances. lol oh maybe i'm exaggerating a little. but i loved Eponine's solo and the Valjean - Javert duet. perhaps only jeremy he will know which part precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we went for dinner at macs and rushed home. to my dismay, i missed my last bus and was kinda stranded. considered walking home but i gave in to the wonderful invention called 'automobile'. had my dad fetch me that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's over, next fun experience would most probably be 27th dec, which is kinda far away. i hate waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-2880508235258939268?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/2880508235258939268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=2880508235258939268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2880508235258939268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/2880508235258939268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/12/choir.html' title='choir'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-3417098913725222388</id><published>2006-11-27T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:55:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin life in order</title><content type='html'>Today - 7th Dec =&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; to do..&lt;br /&gt;8th - 13th =&gt; In Phillipines&lt;br /&gt;13th - 26th =&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; to do.. again..&lt;br /&gt;27th Dec =&gt; Out with 39s.&lt;br /&gt;28th onwards =&gt; wadeva that comes along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me,&lt;br /&gt;From this misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me out! Jam, play, study, movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperado&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-3417098913725222388?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/3417098913725222388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=3417098913725222388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3417098913725222388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/3417098913725222388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/11/gettin-life-in-order_27.html' title='Gettin life in order'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-116436132996565369</id><published>2006-11-24T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:38:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Chalet!! and now it's over.. that was kinda quick. In fact, 1 week is alr gone and i've yet to start studying. )= can't start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Nov:&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to chalet that day. Check in time was 4pm and at somewhere arnd 3, my phone beeped and there was an sms from yumi saying she'll meet up later instead, cos she's not done packing (not surprising). litian wasn't ready as well. hmm... so, i smsed the remaining survivor, fran,  but there was no reply. great! i shall be checking in alone.. since i'm gonna be alone, i decided to go a bit later but i ended up making fran wait for me cos apparently, she was already there before the appointed time of 3.30pm. so so sorry fran! in the end, kelly joined us and we 3 went ahead to check in. then slowly people turned up and we'd quite a fair bit of people by dinner, which was in te food fair. The food fair was huge and we got to try loads of food there. but there was a particular auntie that was picky about who tried the sample and prevented non-genuine customers, much like ourselves, from trying out the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the chalet there's not much to do. guitared with gj for awhile. the rest ps-ed or mahjong-ed. first day was quite sian but it passed alrite i guess. we watched house of wax even though both sing hwa and i had voiced negative comments bout the show. at the end of it, everyone more or less felt that they'd just wasted 2hrs of their lives. lol. fell asleep awhile after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Nov:&lt;br /&gt;woke up after sleeping for an hour? felt surprisingly energized.. weird. it was 9 i think. we spent the whole day inside the room watching movies cos it was pouring outside. hmm i can't rmb wad we watched. deuce bigalow and something before that. then it was time for BBQ! quite fun the bbq but the stupid mozzies spoilt the mood. i spent quite a while stamping my feet in vain. the food was great! perhaps cos the fire was. lol. the fire jeremy built was imba! dam big lol. scouts taught u well i suppose. the most evident thing about the chalet was that we all rented bikes after the bbq and went for night cycling! lol. a gang of 15 bikes cycling through the night. we went all the way to ecp for coconut but the stalls were al closed. the journey took 2 hrs!! this was nothing compared to the return journey. the new route was imbaly long! i think we took 3hrs to get back. i was cursing the frickin bike cos it gave us all ass aches! and i officially lost my voice doing so. ): it was irritating. i couldn't speak properly much to the amusement of the rest. when we finally reached the chalet, it was 5am! all we could do was to bathe and surrender to fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Nov:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9 again and i was the first. so i paced arnd without anything to do and at arnd 10, becks arrived. agnes also woke up so we decided to cook breakfast but there was a shortage of eggs. timo woke up then so we went cycling to elias mall to get eggs. the moment i sat back down on the bike i started cursing again lol. cooked omelettes with ham, cheese, hot dogs, crab sticks (wth? my first time) and mushrooms. sorry to those who had too burnt eggs and sincere apologies to sin ee (you'll know why). then when everyone else was enjoying ps and bridge i couldn't take it and fell asleep listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alter bridge&lt;/span&gt;. lol. woke up to play soccer! it was darn fun though it was tiring. kinda long since i played a 'proper' match. the guys then went over to the beach to enjoy the breeze. it was cooling but the beach was a ghastly sight. frickin filthy. when we went back, we ended up playing a challenging game. trying to get the soccer ball into the basketball hoop with heads or legs. took kinda long but nigel did it anyhow. went for dinner in tm and then back to the chalet for 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; movies. yes darn waste of time and dumb. the eye 10 and unborn (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI Thailand&lt;/span&gt;). it's wth wth wth wth wth.. dumb shows.. slept after that whole time wasted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Nov:&lt;br /&gt;I woke at the usual time again and went to wash up the stuff that was used the previous morning. lol. yes.. wth. surprisingly not infested with ants. the whole chalet was filthy. we cleared up and went home. shagged out! slept in the afternoon and woke up for dinner and went to pick sis who's back from aussie! haha the house should be more lively now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah this is taking longer than expected. but i hope i summarized everything alr. S39 i love you guys. you all rock my world. my life has changed by being in this class. full of fun, joy, laughter, lame-ness, sick talk. (: if it wasn't for you guys, JC would've been torture. can't believe there's only one more year to go with you guys. I hope our bonding sessions (chalet, outings) keeps us all united tgt foreva.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-116436132996565369?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/116436132996565369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=116436132996565369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116436132996565369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116436132996565369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-116377261829583505</id><published>2006-11-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:10:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre chalet</title><content type='html'>Oh yes! Chalet is up next and I'll bet it'll be fun? haha. oh maybe only for me. cos i'll most probably be indulging in music (guitar, guo jie bringing laptop for gp5 etc..), while the other guys will be on the ps, girls on bridges? same old usual stuff la. oh and BBQ will be on 22nd night. (= yup.. that's all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, YEP.  from the looks of it, it should be another fun trip. loads of friendly and crappy ppl, should gel well tgt. Total cost: $1117. dam ex huh. got my air tickets. leaving on the 8th at 0040 hrs meaning i'll hav to check in at 1040 on the 7th. i think it's my first night/morning air flight. should be fun. haha. but then it's budget airline lei. dunno the chair can sit 1 anot. later break sial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. nothing much to update. jus little little details, keeping my life in order. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-116377261829583505?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/116377261829583505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=116377261829583505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116377261829583505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116377261829583505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/11/pre-chalet.html' title='pre chalet'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-116350543516043783</id><published>2006-11-14T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:57:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;R</title><content type='html'>YESH! PW is officially tossed outta my life. The OP was kinda ok i guess. I wouldn't know how it faired but i can say that it's kinda lucky one of the assessors is our econs teacher. I was the first group so everything went faster than expected. Perhaps it's cos there wasn't the waiting part to do. (= After OP s39 went blading yet again. ECP is our fav hangout now? lol. I'm hooked on blading. It's fun alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3am to do I&amp;R today. Waste of time.. Did till 5am and went back to sleep. In the end I overslept and had to rush to school. But guess wad, my group is the first group that had full attendance? Apparently almost everyone else was late. lol. Poor fran was all alone. Oh wait, timo was poorer. hahha. Wee Ling came late and then sat there giving eye power. so he did it all himself. 170 pages to number i think, for his group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, those that had to see the vp stayed back and wasted a whole 2 hours waiting for him to be done with just 1 person. i almost died of boredom. timo and i went to see him tgt, so after all the '#$%#%&amp;amp;@%' talking, i decided to drop econs to h1. timo sounds reluctant but i dun even noe if we even were given a chance to choose when we walked in that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if my day could get any worse, my guitar string snapped!! ARGH! that really sums it all up. sucks, there's co tmr and i can't go get strings. unless i went home and went out again which i dunno will take how long. oh wells, let's leave tmr for tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus looking forward to chalet - a place where joyful memories are relived, bonds are strengthened, boredom is eradicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-116350543516043783?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/116350543516043783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=116350543516043783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116350543516043783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116350543516043783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/11/ir.html' title='I&amp;R'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-116298525737134313</id><published>2006-11-08T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:27:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP Outing</title><content type='html'>WOW! A lvl chinese is over? *disbelief* that's fast. (: i like that. no more chinese forever!! I hope. Should be able to pass the paper i think, hope? OH YEA! Finally remembered, who wanna hav campfire? We shall make a bon fire outta chinese textbooks, extra notes, zuo wen bu, and the chinese dictionary!! haha. the fire should last for a few hours? jus enuff for us to jam the guitars and sing a few songs ((: anyone up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went blading with the class yesterday. Oh it was so much fun. I've no idea why but it jus is. the class is fun! that's a fact. undeniable. quite a lot of ppl were present, unlike the previous excursion to ecp. (: the blades we rented were kinda lousy, hard to tighten. definitely requires someone else to help you to get it tight. thankfully i got jeremy. heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;op's coming. ): dreading it. gj's grp's vid was cool. din noe yumi had that much talent hidden. everyone's group was great. skits and videos. add a little humour to the tense atmosphere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rotting at home. should be studying, but can't get it started. thinking of dropping econs, i guess i'll see if i'll hav company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. chalet's settled for 21-24nov. status still pending. Should be confirmed by tmr, or the day after tmr. so stay tuned to ur mobiles. I'd most probably send confirmation smses. Which means another 30 smses? lol. for chalet alone i sent close to a hundred smses i'd put it at 150. hope this doesn't blow my limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-116298525737134313?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/116298525737134313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=116298525737134313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116298525737134313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116298525737134313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/11/ecp-outing.html' title='ECP Outing'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-116208263294662401</id><published>2006-10-29T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:43:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post promos</title><content type='html'>I've finally decided to come back and pull my blog from the clutches of death due to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;. Post promos is frickin' boring man. Chinese lessons, PW.... Promos was as expected - f.o.s Well there's nothing much I could've expected from it considering the effort I had put in. Chem and math I thought was rather disappointing though. I'd have expected better grades. For now, I g uess I'll have to concentrate on my r papers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 is coming to a close much faster than I had expected it to. It is as if yesterday was the first time I met s39, or even the memorable 'FA Cup final' at Jalan Besar stadium. Perhaps this is beacause I've wasted this year playing most of the time away. We all know that if we do things that we enjoy, time will fly; if it's things that we hate doing, time will crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA in JC hasn't turned out the way I thought it would. Perhaps it's my own fault for not giving it a chance. But then again, how can I do so if I've almost totally lost interest in it. Guitar is my life now. (: Jammin with my friends rocks! though it burns a hole in my pocket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can look forward to now is YEP! Don't know if my parents will let me go though. They keep telling me Philippines is unsafe now - terrorists bombings, kidnappings.. To be frank I'm not exactly not afraid but since the project wasn't cancelled, I shall remain loyal to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm there's nothing much I've left to say. This i probably a huge wrap up of what has happened this year. I'll blog if I feel bored again! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-116208263294662401?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/116208263294662401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=116208263294662401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116208263294662401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/116208263294662401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-promos.html' title='Post promos'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-112782780181431360</id><published>2005-09-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:52:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>What's done is done. I guess I can only reflect on what I've done and try to make it up for the 'O' Levels now. It's all i can and have left to do. *prays* God, a little help please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 29/09/05:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng A2&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities A2&lt;br /&gt;E Math A2&lt;br /&gt;A Math A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics B4 &lt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This sucks!! My sciences all suck and humanities.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chinese B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-112782780181431360?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/112782780181431360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=112782780181431360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112782780181431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112782780181431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/09/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-112594114129940048</id><published>2005-09-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:25:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Finally, i'm blogging again. Well i am cos i'm bored. SS paper tmr, she's not in sg. How great can things be man. Damn. Haha. Well i'd like to talk bout teachers' day! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' day turned out to be far better than i expected it to be. never knew how funny and fun it'd be to talk to teachers and that you are almost strangers to them. lol. it's weird if i'd be in their shoes, talking to ur supposedly students but somehow u feel that they're as good as strangers. well actually the fun-ner part was meeting all my ex classmates. (: It's cool how people rmb me and i dont rmb them? haha. well don't blame me la k? my memory sucks. there was this girl coming up to me and saying hi wilson. I'm like, ok, who're you? but obviously i din say that out la. haha. i know how to not hurt people's feelings. i'm a nice guy. lol. i just said i'm sorry but my memory is really poor, hope you dont mind if i ask who're u? haha. well i managed to rmb some of them after quite awhile. piecing back lost memories. the school was crowded as it is every occasion. Went home after that and boo, another boring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-112594114129940048?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/112594114129940048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=112594114129940048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112594114129940048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112594114129940048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-112351281868972530</id><published>2005-08-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:53:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fop</title><content type='html'>I realised i've been so slack. Haha. not only not posting but also not studying hard enough. come to think of it i've only a few weeks. but the next big thing is 15/08? eng orals. I dont get why we do chinese orals in the air con rooms and do eng orals in the hall (which is air con-less). )):  Maybe the principal is racist. haha.  Today is the eve of national day. Somehow it felt like another normal day. Firstly because the time spent in school was utterly meaningless. Sat there on the mat in east coast waiting for others to run their hearts out. haha. *ponders* is there even such a phrase. who cares. haha. The worst thing after the run was that there was bio? its like so lame. everyone is not in the mood to study and putting lessons on such an occasion is plain stupid. To make matters worse, had to go for tuition at admiralty *sighs* but it was my tutor's birthday and me and terence went causeway point to get her a present. haha. just a simple one. din think she expected it la. but i think she was happy. (: haha. Time flew past and now its 11? wth. can't believe its so long already. was playing aoe 2. i suck at these games la. I can win only on easy opponents. damn. maybe this signifies that i can't be an mp next time for i'll not know how to manage the constituency. haha. i think my vocab sucks. in orals. actually i think i just suck in english. damn. to think that my tutor wants an A1. she must be prepared to get really disappointed. Oh! Went to fop on sunday. darn i had fun. reached home at 11. Hillsongs and delirous rocks. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-112351281868972530?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/112351281868972530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=112351281868972530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112351281868972530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112351281868972530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/08/fop.html' title='fop'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-112124600969050119</id><published>2005-07-13T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:17:12.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams over!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! The exams are finally over. Mid years that is. I'm so goona do so badly and get a scolding? Damn, i've been telling myself to study but i end up playing and playing. I was at my cousin's house and i stayed over there. He has ps and com games to play. All the fun ones like nfsu2, halo, battle for middle earth, gta san andreas, fifa street, lotr return of the kings. haha. he brought so little games this hol. (he's from indo) But after all that, its now time to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, got back some results. Chem prac 29/40, chem paper 1, 31/40, bio prac, 20/40. Thats all. Haha. ya my bio and chem sucks la. like shit la. to think that there's someone in class who got 33/40 for bio prac. the one and only. lol. forget it. i think i'll do damn badly for these 2 papers? but like i said, i'm gonna do the same for all. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, does anyone know anything bout the week which national day falls on? why are teachers saying, " national day another week gone, time to start studying..." please let me know k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening on friday! good luck all chinese takers! ((: Dig ur ears so that ur hearing is at 100%!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-112124600969050119?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/112124600969050119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=112124600969050119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112124600969050119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112124600969050119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/07/exams-over_13.html' title='Exams over!'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-112012337176340512</id><published>2005-06-30T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:22:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notice</title><content type='html'>heys everyone, just to let ya'll noe, i'm only blogging after the exams? haha. sorries.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-112012337176340512?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/112012337176340512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=112012337176340512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112012337176340512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/112012337176340512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/06/notice.html' title='notice'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111789726536718983</id><published>2005-06-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:01:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell party.</title><content type='html'>Ok, i know i haven't blogged for like weeks? haha. Don't really have the mood to type la. I wonder how you people can type such long accounts of your lives without getting bored. lol. But even if i had the perserverence, i would have most likely forgotten what had happened that day given my serious condition of short-term memory (STM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm just going to talk about the farewell party for sec 4s yesterday? Lets start recalling shall we.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Biology lessons that morning at 8 am. So as usual i got up around 6.30 am. haha. I love taking buses at this time. The air con is cold and the bus is empty. (: So i can just sleep peacefully. Well, Bio wasn't exactly interesting and I was feeling bored after only 5 mins into the lesson. Went through the workbook and copied answers. Then did some questions on the spot. Thats all that we did (suprised), considering that we spent 2 hours in class. So reached home at 11. Handoko was supposed to go home with me but that slacker pon (skipped) his math class. haha. Influenced by the Thai ar. Anyway, went home and played gameboy. Yes gameboy! Don't start laughing la, i do not have the luxury of having a playstation rite. Haha. And the computer games are boring. So slacked till 2 then had tuition. Ying Kai, as heard from Darren, was still playing games on the computer at 2. So he obviously didn't come for tuition and he blamed Handoko and me for not informing him of tuition. Haha. Azmi claims that he smsed everyone and both me and Handoko called him but no one answered. Even Darren knew there was tuition when he wasn't even involved. Haha. Oh ya. Darren was so lame la. Counting down the number of hours his leg had left to recover so that he could play soccer with us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after tuition Handoko, Zi Xuan and me took the train to Tanah Merah and waited for the Thai and Yong Jian. Darren reached first and a few more people before they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;came. (Skipping a few minutes of walking) We played soccer at the open field. Though it was like state land and ball games were restricted, we didn't really care. Haha. We just played and played until it was 6+ coming 7 before we went back. Then the barbeque was on and everyone ate and drank. Here comes the fun part. Clayton &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;had to be &lt;/span&gt;thrown into the pool as he was the chairman. So of cos the plan succeeded and he was all wet. Then Yong Jian was the next to be thrown in. Haha. In the end, almost all the sec 4s jumped in and we were all playing in the pool like small kids. haha. The Thai was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;of cos &lt;/span&gt;not left out and was thrown in as well. (: So sorry your handphone got involved as well. so in the pool was, Clayton, Yong Jian, Teerapong, Sui Hon, Potato (how to spell his name? Shen yuan?), Handoko, me, Ying Kai, Johnathan Foong, Jonathan Ng, Wayne, Yi Heng. Don't think i missed anyone out did i? haha. Well that's all. So we got the security guard pissed quite a few times because of our noise level but we were all just 'high' la. (: We even wanted to push the guard down. ahhas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its soccer in the dark again later as it was 10 already and the public lights were off. (This time we went to the street soccer court because there were less ppl) We played a really fun game testing night blindness. Haha. Darren seemed a happier person because he didn't come back from his drum course for nothing wad. haha. So bla bla bla and the night is over. We left in taxis cos it was too late. i was llucky to catch a bus and thanks Handoko, for letting me on the taxi. ((: Got home, bathed and slept. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These all seems like reported speech and sounds wierd rite? haha. but longest entry i guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111789726536718983?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111789726536718983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111789726536718983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111789726536718983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111789726536718983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/06/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell party.'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111726579933623506</id><published>2005-05-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:36:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese O levels</title><content type='html'>Chinese O Level is like in 2 days? darn.. Dun wanna study liao la. Thats probably why i'm here. ......................................................................... er.. can't think of anything to say la.. haha.  might as well go back to study. byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111726579933623506?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111726579933623506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111726579933623506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111726579933623506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111726579933623506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinese-o-levels.html' title='Chinese O levels'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111675497918397503</id><published>2005-05-22T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:42:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese O (Pre)</title><content type='html'>Chinese O levels in dunno how many days. lazy to count also la. Haha. School started this mother tongue intensive nonsense. Everyday is frickin chinese lessons. can't even get back our chemistry and biology mock exam results. wad the crap? do for wad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its darn boring nowadaes. people are always studying, if not watching tv. no one goes out for sports or a day out to chill. wad has life become man? on the other hand, if we go for a movie, after the movie ends no one seems to know wad to do. haha. its weird isn't it? take sat for instance, watched star wars episode 3. quite sad la. the jedis all got killed like free. only yoda and obi wan survived. Obi wan should hav threw anakin into the lava. instead of letting him burn. haha. that way, anakin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dies&lt;/span&gt; faster and also will not be saved by the palpatine. haha. he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;such a great jedi. all palpatine's fault, and not to mention his power of premination. or is it spelt as premanition. ahh wadeva. as long as u all get wad i mean. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i've to say as usual, its crap. haha. I'm thinking if i should go for the DSA thingy to VJC. or should i go to the IB course offered by ACS(I). Argh. I'm  in a dilemma. Opinions please people? ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111675497918397503?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111675497918397503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111675497918397503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111675497918397503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111675497918397503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinese-o-pre.html' title='Chinese O (Pre)'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111589290326763502</id><published>2005-05-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:15:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Carpet</title><content type='html'>Just knew that the JCs are starting the Direct School Admission (DSA) which they are entitled to choose a number of students (up to 10% of their total admission), to let them go straight into JC. Sounds great isn't it? But the schools are looking for talents in various fields only and i dunno if there's gonna be an audition. Still new to this thing so i'm equally blur. Heard that some people from VS already got the letter of invitation to this admission system. However, the student still has to get an 'o' level result capable for admission of JC. which i guess its &lt;21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111589290326763502?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111589290326763502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111589290326763502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111589290326763502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111589290326763502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/05/red-carpet.html' title='Red Carpet'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111564899041920971</id><published>2005-05-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:29:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Mock exam</title><content type='html'>Just came back from tution. Having a slight tummy ache *ouch*. Today had physics mock exam. quite ok except that i had already minus-ed 8 marks. haha. ya totally left blank cos no clue how to do. Some know but no time. I guess i'll just have to take this as a lesson and do faster next time. i was like taking my own sweet time taking quite a slow pace. Maybe that's the reason i coudn't finish? i even forgot how to draw the vectors for the first question. haha. but i remembered it in the end so i think i got marks la. (: maybe loose marks in labelling? Next is chemistry? gotta go now. my tummy ache is bad. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111564899041920971?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111564899041920971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111564899041920971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111564899041920971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111564899041920971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/05/physics-mock-exam.html' title='Physics Mock exam'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111478700747923601</id><published>2005-04-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:03:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday tuition</title><content type='html'>Had the NAFA test today. Or izzit NAPFA? who cares la huh? I hate pull ups. cos i can't do them. but i still managed to force 3 pulls. which got me a D grade cos i'm still under 15! haha. I guess the shuttle run is just not a prob la. 9.4 seconds. ((: Ah then comes the stupid sit and reach. my second most hated station. I can't stretch for nuts. can't touch my toes. but i still got 38. haha. which is a C.&lt;br /&gt;Then next was standing board jump. my first jump was the furthest with 218. Just scraped a C. Then subsequent tries were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; interestingly &lt;/span&gt;low. Haha. Dunno why though. oh then 41 sit ups only. which was supposed to be B. but i dun care la. just cheat and said 43. so i got A. haha. but no diff la. left 2.4km run. Just get D then i got silver already. first time in sec sch sia. ya i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. tuition was fun sia. after tuition tau pok my tuition teacher and anyhow whack. lol. Handoko hem la. whole day stay on the bed then i push my tutor on the bed then he kena pinched. lol. then ying kai never hold his hand properly, if not we could've pinned him down liao. haha. then zi xuan so slack. never help us 1.. ): haha. but still fun la. stupid ying kai use the electric racquet to touch my hand. though batteries were out, i felt a little shock. dunno why. haha. then my reflex action resulted in me drawing on my shirt. stupid ying kai.. haha.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111478700747923601?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111478700747923601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111478700747923601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111478700747923601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111478700747923601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-tuition.html' title='Friday tuition'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111459887007077261</id><published>2005-04-27T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:47:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>........Something's so missing in my life. I miss CO practice! It feels so wierd going home so early nowadays.. i want da zu! I want a concert! We shall play Fei Tian, Qing Dian Xu Qu, Fen Yong Qian Jing, Long Teng Hu Yue, Jun Ma Ben Chi, Tian Shan Sheng Hui! We should just whack all these songs in 1 concert and then the impact will be there.. Haha. Sec 2s!! Practice faster la! Do integrated erhu practice. SYF over doesn't mean slack! It means prepare for next SYF! Remember our aim! Gold with honours and nothing less! Remember that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today oral so sian.. Haha. The passage is crappy la.. So many words i dunno. lol. But the conversation was quite alright. 1 of it was "if wu3 xia2 xiao3 shuo1 was used in textbooks, will students learn better?" I said no cos they'll get addicted and start to borrow the DVDs or story books to read, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. *winks* haha. then they'll sleep late etc.. the second question is wads the diff between xian4 mu4 and ji4 du4. I jsut crapped through it translating the meaning in english to chinese. haha. then she ask have u ever xian4 mu4 ppl then i said no. then she asked wad bout ji4 du4 then i said yes. then in the end have to give her example lor. so i just crapped that i'm jealous that my frens get good grades.. haha.. total crap.. so gonna fail..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111459887007077261?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111459887007077261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111459887007077261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111459887007077261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111459887007077261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111409244198791081</id><published>2005-04-21T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:07:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSCO got GOLD!</title><content type='html'>"School number 12, Victoria School...........................Gold!" This is the line that's gonna be imprinted in my memory for the rest of my life.  The moment was almost too good to be true. To be specific, i was a little disappointed. I was expecting that maybe, maybe with God's blessing, we could scrap a gold with honors. In the end we scraped gold only, so i was already really grateful. There's just too much that happened on syf. I just love that day. I'm really impressed at the calmness of the sec 2s that took part. From the recording the ying zhun was rather good. I'm really really impressed. I also want to thank the thai, teerapong, whom had put in a lot of effort in changing the whole standard of the xuan yue zu. *salutes* thank you. And to all that worked hard over the last few weeks. I'm sure ur enjoying the great feeling right now, that success comes with hard work. And our hard work has paid off! Well done VSCO. I've never felt so bonded as a group before. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111409244198791081?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111409244198791081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111409244198791081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111409244198791081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111409244198791081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/vsco-got-gold.html' title='VSCO got GOLD!'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111349036436722602</id><published>2005-04-14T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:52:44.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontang X country</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start by talking bout yesterday first la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the annual cross country day and the whole school were somewhat forced to go and support the school. I mean like wadeva for rite? force ppl there, then they sit down and talk, got use meh? but anyhow they still did so, by taking attendance and saying that those that dun go must have a reason and must be approved my me (john oh). so the day before yesterday, clayton dared the co to skip the co and come for co prac. i realised that it was kinda appropriate considering that SYF was round the corner. Well of cos we got caught and clayton was called out by john oh to er.. dunno wad. So teerapong asked us to go out and help clayton; when we did, he left already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things continued and we had co prac. It was quite fun and lame la. Ann siong can never be a conductor la.. laugh for nothing 1. NG 10 times ar.. haha. somemore got once the uncle wanna lock the door then we wanna run through 1 more time and he's like taking ages to get us going. haha. well done bear!! Oh and then halfway through practising, it suddenly rained so heavily. then almost everyone was like YES!!! That's for skipping co and going to turf city. haha. i dun blame some of them thought, they can't really skip it considering their form teacher and positions in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was yesterday. Today had da zu again. i think our playing today wasn't bad compared to yesterday's. haha. i felt good playing, esp when i'm on la.. yest maybe felt a bit sian. haha. and it was cold. ((: carn wait for tmr's practice, and soccer. Though there're some ppl complaining bout the practice hours, i would just like to say, bear with it for a few more days. and you can do whatever u want after that. its like the 'o' levels. my mum tells me the same thing. but the only difference is that the time difference is soooooo great. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mac with handoko, yong jian, darren and ying kai today. was damn funny la. this girl called crystal served us. she like use the PDA to order our food. then i dunno why la then yong jian say she like her. haha. then i said loudly, "salt is a crystal rite?" then she turned her head. haha. we were like oops. haha. darren was worse la. he said, "eh crystal, he wants a serviertte(how the heck u spell it)" Then she like turned around and saw darren. haha. then he fast reflex immediately turn away. lol. Last but not the least, yong jian was shouting that he wants and ice cream and then crystal came and took his order.. haha. he felt so bad. lol. he is bad actually. haha. Oh and yong jian had like mutations in his cells. experiencing down syndrome occassionally. haha. and this little K2 boy terrorised us with his balloon. he smaked the balloon in yong jian's face. haha. so funny. he just finds it fun. so we played along with him lor.. haha. i think that wraps everything up? ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111349036436722602?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111349036436722602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111349036436722602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111349036436722602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111349036436722602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/pontang-x-country.html' title='Pontang X country'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111313890385987976</id><published>2005-04-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:15:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS COS ITS TOO LONG FOR ANY OF UR LIKING. (: ITS JUST MY SELF REFLECTIONS AND REGRETS IN LIFE. ON SECOND THOUGHT, READ PARAGRAPH 1 ONLY. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i've to start sorting things out in my life. As in plan ahead. I've already wasted a year playing when i could've done more productive stuff and start regretting it now. Well music is 1 problem i have with now. I like to play the erhu, and at the same time the piano and guitar. I'm gonna make a decision to concentrate on 1 instrument and be with it. Unless i'm so pro in that instrument then i can like slack off a little and learn something else. Does anyone know how to set up a vote table? like what instrument should i concentrate on, then those 3 options as choices. I had been juggling my time among these 3 instruments and the result? mastered none. ): This wavering concentration of mine should stop now. I've decided to use the 3 months after o levels to chiong and do some like accelerated learning. maybe go for lessons twice a week. something liddat. oh actually there're 4 things to juggle time with. studies too. ): i havent been putting much effort into studying and i know that myself. I'm telling myself to start after SYF. I really hope i do with more time. People, please let me know ur opinions? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i want in life are actually things i could get if i had not wasted my sec 2 and 3 years. The things are summarised as:&lt;br /&gt;1. Learning to play The Galloping of War Horses.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get L1R5 of &gt;10. (I've never got under 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very slack and almost useless. Almost, i say cos i believe everyone is born for a reason. Thick skinned, bhb, wadeva u call it, i dun really care. But i just look at someone and admire his qualities as a leader. His persistence, his knowledge, his patience, the respect he gains. Persistence is something i'll never achieve. its somewhat born with and can't be trained. Knowledge, i believe comes with experience, and i'm lacking it because of time wasted. Its not that i can't make it up, but its defiinitely not the O level year. Patience directly proportionate persistence i feel. cos without persistence, u give up easily not being able to be patient and try to think of ways round the matter. hence, low persistence, low patience. Respect gained is definitely thru interation and i do believe that's one of my weaknesses. I dun communicate well with a group and hence, gain no control what-so-ever. Well i guessed this summarises why the Huqin section has been so lousy in the first few months of the year and then suddenly improved tremendously after this person came and controlled eveything. Maybe this is a certain trend? Like last year dickson was teaching and not William. But at least William still taught us. Its quite useless calling me Section Leader because i don't do wad i'm supposed to do. If this committee thing was like a job, i would've been sacked in like last year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just too distracted now. Too many things are passing me i can''t even catch a glance of them. I should just depend on myself and not others, for this will only make me stronger. Guess i'll just end here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111313890385987976?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111313890385987976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111313890385987976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111313890385987976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111313890385987976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/please-do-not-read-this-cos-its-too.html' title=''/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111260105674400670</id><published>2005-04-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:50:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>Just realised i havent blogged in ages. haha. lazy to type la. sian. i'm chionging my homeowrk now. for english tuition later. i wanted to go for the geog remedial classes 1 lei. but then i got this eng work. haiyo.. they shld just start e learning now. then i can do my work and listen to the goeg lesson like right now. haha. thats not a bad idea actually. gotta go. do work... )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111260105674400670?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111260105674400670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111260105674400670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111260105674400670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111260105674400670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111171749142146082</id><published>2005-03-25T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:24:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up life.</title><content type='html'>Well i seriously dunno wad has been happening in my life. It seems everything is so screwed up. Ok. Not everything. Almost everything. Well at least i have someone that i'll know, will always listen to me crap. Maybe it's time i started reflecting bout my life instead of always blaming almost everyone around me but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents rejected allowing me to go for erhu lessons. They said its the 'O' levels this year and i'm still fooling around learning music instead of studying. My dad says, everyone gives up music at this stage to study and ur doing the exact opposite. I almost had wanted to say i already have 2 names in my head that are still taking music lessons lor. but i din.. He says i spend too much time on the com and guitar and my erhu and i've neglected studies. He says he bets i'm the only one who doesn't study. I'm kinda doubting that but i've no evidence to argue. So i just kept quiet. Then my mum asked me, wads ur aim in life? Is it to becoming a performing artiste? If it is then go ahead. But i thought to myself, i'd love to be one, but i think its almost impossible to make it. People who start music are from young. Its a bit late for me. So i kept quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this argument din go so smoothly as i described. It was quite heated actually. Well i kinda agreed with darren. Since music is my passion now, why can't i pursue. My dad was like saying at least my sister had a passion in the arts and went to pursue it and din study for the 'O' levels. But i know i can't risk making such a decision like hers. She's really talented in the arts and good for her, she's doing well. But i'm not talented in music or rather, not talented in anything. So wad path can i choose? The academic 1 of cos, to ensure that my future wouldn't be so dim. Maybe my parents had a point. But then going for erhu lessons doesn't mean i dun hav time to study rite? The lesson is only like 1+ hour a week! And i'll o'cos stop when the 'O' levels are approaching rite. I'm not so dumb to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my life is screwed up by this small disagreement. I'm kinda like having a cold war with my parents. Talking only when necessary. I hope things change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111171749142146082?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111171749142146082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111171749142146082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111171749142146082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111171749142146082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/screwed-up-life.html' title='Screwed up life.'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111148638448192452</id><published>2005-03-22T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:13:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school day</title><content type='html'>Second day of school after the march hols is over. damn sian man. but i'm happy with this new timetable. i mean hav more time for other stuff. but i've yet to get used to the lunch time. last time used to be earlier, now can only eat at 2.05pm. haha. today last 2 periods chinese lesson damn slack sia. basically talked thru the whole lesson. i dunno wads wrong with the chinese tb la. the chapters are lame lar?  tok bout traditional stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went co room and i dunno how i managed to waste so much time there lor. just slacked thru it.i practiced a bit only la. *shit* but i din hav my er hu anyways. the blazer thing is finally done man. and the numbers tallied. i think i was the cause of all the trouble lor. i labelled one of the guan yue 1 as percussion 1. then cock everything up. haha. heard from ann siong that some ppl might not hav blazers. good luck man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. playing guitar now. McFly's all about you. it rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111148638448192452?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111148638448192452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111148638448192452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111148638448192452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111148638448192452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-day.html' title='school day'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111106388718473003</id><published>2005-03-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:51:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>co camp</title><content type='html'>Feeling damn sticky and hot now. Having the fan blowing at me directly at me now.  so shuang. haha. ahha today is Ying Kai's birthday. Happy birthday! lol. just reached home taking bus 8. played soccer in school after co. quite fun playing with small goal posts. haha. but sian cos the ball keeps going down. then hav to go 5 storeys down to get it back. damn sway today. kicked the ball down. it hit the edge and went down lor. could've hit the other edge and fly in rite.. haha. at least teerapong scored. haha. and today so wierd. yong jian&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wasn't&lt;/span&gt; slacking and handoko was. lol. always dun come back an defend 1. just let the opponent shoot. my heading skills still suck.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're playing better and better in da zhu. but now we need consistency. esp erhu, percussion, and dizi. overall, we all need to work on dynamics. sometimes do so nice, sometimes kena sai. haha. so work hard everyone! Gold is not not a possibility. haha. i've got something i wish to voice out but i can't do it on my blog la. later i kena daoed by more ppl sia. but that fella should maybe think of wad he's doing and whether the consequence is something that he wants to bear. dun make wild guesses everyone. his doesn't only apply to 1 or 2 persons so stop jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. still thinking if i shld bring guitar to sch tmr. if i bring then wad can i play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111106388718473003?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111106388718473003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111106388718473003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111106388718473003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111106388718473003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/co-camp.html' title='co camp'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111067618295870734</id><published>2005-03-13T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T09:09:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syf</title><content type='html'>Oh a sigh of relief please? SYF on 20th not 22nd. *phew* If its on 22nd we're gone for sure, competiting with Dunman High, Chinese High and RGS. can't rmb other schools liao. Well heard from Mr Lee its thanks to our sch's sports day. thats why we're able not to ballot for 22nd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dunno wads goin on in sch among the sec 4s. well i guess it can be so called "normal"? i mean at this age, people are easily influenced by external factors and always think wad they do is right. Moreover, some seize the situation, turn it against the person, no matter friend or foe, and regardless of whether its right or wrong. Why? that's the question i'm asking, has life turn into such a misery. Why are friends becoming fiends? Why does everything look so good on the outside while its actually rotting through the core?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Work hard 4 SYF everyone!&lt;br /&gt;        Esp those who have yet performed in the SYF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111067618295870734?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111067618295870734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111067618295870734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111067618295870734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111067618295870734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/syf.html' title='Syf'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111036519607678731</id><published>2005-03-09T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:46:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack day</title><content type='html'>Wow. Today was damn fun.. Din expect to be able to slack so much. 12.55 to 3.00 pm i did the bio paper. then after that no pe cos the pe teachers went for the camp in kluang, johor. Sad that there was no pe, but happy that we had slack time. haha. then from 3 waited so long then went to get the key to co room. wasted so much time doing nothing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when in co room helped Ann siong to settle blazer stuff. got my own blazer as well. haha. then practiced awhile then left liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today. so i dun hav much to say. haha. thats all today! byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111036519607678731?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111036519607678731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111036519607678731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111036519607678731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111036519607678731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/slack-day.html' title='Slack day'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-111007710906654463</id><published>2005-03-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T10:45:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhsco concert</title><content type='html'>Had co prac yesterday. glad that the discipline of the members is much much better.  heard from handoko saying that erhu got improvement. but i dun think its enough for a gold. so all the erhu ppl, practise the melody of cai long chuan hard! thats the part where the erhu section comes out, so if mistakes are made, it can be heard easily having experienced the acoustics of the Singapore Conference Hall (SCH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a bit of soccer during the break before the victorian's day performance. haha scored a goal. quite lucky i guess. just dropped my head and shot for goal. anyway, the performance was a classic example of a certificate of participation (COP). Well we'll just hav to work from our mistakes, fast. i think lack of confidence was the cause. erhu was laggin in xing kong, cai long chuan was ok i think? dun recall any mistakes except that the melody is too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that with handoko. haha he's damn funny la. slept on the bus then his head kept dropping on my shoulder again and again. lol. we were rushing home to change then meet weiliang at his house b4 going to the concert. haha. but i had last minute plans. then coincendentally, i met handoko at toa payoh. then he followed me to city hall. we ended up at weiliang's house excatly at the time they were leaving. so i guess we wasted our transport money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we reached vch, i had gastric cramps, it sotpped during the concert and i slep throught the last song. heard so many times liao. and the concert was so long.. damn it. went for dinner at suntec, haha the leaders of he pack were so pro at making singapore seem big man. dunno how long we walked b4 we managed to get food. haha. and then when it was our turn to lead them out, they were complaing, "where is this? we din come here just now lei. eh dun follow them lei. they anyhow lead us 1 lei." then i was like thinking, yaya we shall follow u back where we came from and spend another half an hour trying to get out ok? so in the end we got out o'cos and they walked so fast that we lost them. i was with handoko and darren. bear so pissed he walked off. then darren took the east west line, handoko and i took the north south line, but i was alone when i got off at dhoby gauht to take nel home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-111007710906654463?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/111007710906654463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=111007710906654463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111007710906654463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/111007710906654463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/03/dhsco-concert.html' title='Dhsco concert'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110950786081687515</id><published>2005-02-27T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:37:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTUCO concert</title><content type='html'>Had co practice yesterday, kinda bored playing the same songs over and over again. And i feel that the gao hu is a bit the redundant ar? so high pitch also can't be heard. somemore only got 4 ppl playing. wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to bras basar with darren and handoko to get rong2 pu4 for my erhu. haha. only like 50cents for 5 pieces. so cheap. haha. and damn, i forget to buy strings. darren got the drumsticks for like $20 izzit? haha. so we went to eat mac which is just across the road. then something really really weird happened. i finished my food and was watching the plasma tv they had in every mac i think, and then comes along this man. he said, " dun watch tv, its bullshit. read books, create your own fantasy." And i was like huh?? haha. then he walked off and talked to some girl opposite us. he sat down and i dunno wad they talked about la. then when he stood up, he came back to our table and said, "do you guys read books?" haha and i just said no. i wanted him to go away ma. Wah and darren is damn pro. haha. dao him fully sia. like he's not there liddat. handoko couldn't take his daoing and laughed. lol. but at least he went of to disturb more ppl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home after that to bathe and get ready to go for the concert. haha i met handoko at toa payoh and he was wearing billabong. then suddenly i just felt that i wanted to get 1 myself and went home again to get money. haha. handoko followed me too. we went to ps and i got a billabong shirt. yeah! first 1. haha. its costs $70 bucks. haha. i think the reason handoko went there is to see girls la. he was them out e whole time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at last, we went for the concert, it was quite boring la. din like the songs. haha. the erhu solo was so wierd. the piano accompaniment was louder than the erhu... after the concert its back to ps again. then we went to eat kfc and this indian woman told us no more zinger. so we said ok, and ordered chicken. then later, we saw 3 zinger in the waiting trays, wadeva their called la. and we were like swearing, stupid indian woman.. haha. got home quite late at 11.30, went to wash up and slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110950786081687515?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110950786081687515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110950786081687515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110950786081687515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110950786081687515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/ntuco-concert.html' title='NTUCO concert'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110924839424229027</id><published>2005-02-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:33:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so dead!</title><content type='html'>Ok damn it. I'm just praying that i'll pass chemistry and biology. I screwed up my chemistry man. I couldn't balance this NaHCO3 + H2SO4 -&gt; NaSO4 + H2o + CO2 !! Why??? Look at NaSO4!!! It should've been Na&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;SO4! ARgh!! No wonder why i couldn't balance it la.. Then like after this eqn got somemore parts lor. tmd.. all liddat give away liao. like free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for prefects' investiture. It was so boring 1 lor. Its just something that allowed me to skip mother tongue and enjoy the air con. haha. The prefects' investure more like for prefects' to flirt lor.. haha.. Everyone pray for my chem please.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110924839424229027?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110924839424229027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110924839424229027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110924839424229027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110924839424229027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-so-dead.html' title='I&apos;m so dead!'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110890653208657276</id><published>2005-02-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:35:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>I think my dad has successfully brainwashed me into studying? I'm now feeling like i'm gonna study chinese and get &gt;10 for 'o' levels. Can i do it? *doubts* I've to try if i'm to get into sajc or acjc and get into a good science stream? So that i can study Biology?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've gotta start practising a math questions on differentiation and its applications. Quite weak at it. Esp the physics part, the v = u + gt bla bla. dunno how to apply. do 1 qn can take ages. but right now hav to focus on geog, cos the CA is tmr?? Wish me luck! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110890653208657276?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110890653208657276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110890653208657276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110890653208657276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110890653208657276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110879609748103963</id><published>2005-02-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:54:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Damn my flu is getting worse. I'm now like in the middle of sick and healthy? I'd rather fall sick then go to school. Eh damn, cannot. got CAs. i've to get well. Haha. Sian la, geog CA on monday. then after that got tuition until so late again. i hate mondays.. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a math becomes so chim, i've gotta start practising man. and chinese too. stupid Os so fast. can't u just lemme slack? haha. My wallet's coin conpartment zip has just been damaged by me? and now its un-usable? haha maybe thats something that happens for a reason? perhaps for me to get a new wallt? haha. hope i can.. but its $60. dunno dad's willing to pay for it anot. hai..byes for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110879609748103963?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110879609748103963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110879609748103963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110879609748103963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110879609748103963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110855153858842014</id><published>2005-02-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:58:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano rocks!</title><content type='html'>Argh damn.. I'm getting a sore throat and influenza (thanks to kenneth). Haha. Darren got it as well. (: Ah darren has gone crazy over the keyboard thanks to me! yup me. cos i sent him the program that can play scores and send him some nice scores, i bet he's learning how to play now lor.. study la.. lol tmr got chinese 1B test lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's pe so boring, played floorball. no soccer, nor badminton. but i still managed to score the only goal in the game against see kiat's team. haha. i think our class is damn racists la. aizad, vibavh, matthew, nasrul, daniel, and me! haha. its supposed to be the all blacks team but i guess i spoilt it. (: but we still won! yeah! tmr got sch and co, so going home at 5 again. boring la now, need to mug for syf, playing the same song.. hai.. how i wish i got a keyboard or better still a piano..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110855153858842014?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110855153858842014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110855153858842014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110855153858842014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110855153858842014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/piano-rocks.html' title='Piano rocks!'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339720.post-110821174375482910</id><published>2005-02-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:37:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantine</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Watched Constantine today. The show is quite interesting. As in its quite a cool story line. Ya but as usual, i din understand some of the parts la. Not my fault actually. They din even say who is who, evil or good. So am i supposed to know? haha. but anyhow, had quite a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, movie at 2.45 we went at 10.30. For wadeva reason you might ask? I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;do not know it myself la. We just sat there and waited like for gold coins to drop from the sky liddat. Haha. so i got bored and left for wisma atria with zi xuan. We went to flash and splash and i saw this really cool quiksilver shirt. but it was $80 bucks! Dun hav that much money on me. Haha. so i din get it. i'm considering getting it soon....Haha and i almost forgot 1 thing, I was shocked by static &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice &lt;/span&gt;today. The railing opp adidas in shaw house and a shutter thingy at wisma's isetan. Damn it man. i think zi xuan is the 1 charging up all the metal and then he asks me to touch. cos he's always the 1 to get shocked first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok here's the funny part. When we went to far east plaza, we went to the male toilet and teerapong pushed opened the toilet door and saw a little girl. He was like oops, wrong door ar? but when he went to the other door it was like "ladies". So we laughed and the little girl said, "dun laugh, my daddy is inside." Then we were like ok, and went in. Then when the father and the daughter came out of the toilet, the father went straight to yong jian and said, "you asked my daughter to go outside izzit?" He was like no? cos we never even spoke to her. And he explained all the nonsense on wad later his daughter lost so he asked her to wait inside. Then after he left, yong jian started swearing. haha. its damn funny. stupid girl la. anyhow put words in people's mouth. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339720-110821174375482910?l=4ston-martin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/feeds/110821174375482910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339720&amp;postID=110821174375482910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110821174375482910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339720/posts/default/110821174375482910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4ston-martin.blogspot.com/2005/02/constantine.html' title='Constantine'/><author><name>WilsoN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12174341419474103046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
