<?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-7579303743606130918</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:18:34.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Lease of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2553513473735545950</id><published>2010-05-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:44:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahang</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Pahang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be nice to the maidens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start observing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when you're playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discard pre-judgements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow joyful increments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show your concern,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without discern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share your humour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't do it in a murmur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy learning new stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a language that's tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share your opinions with those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whom you enjoy being with most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret not knowing her better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's what really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2553513473735545950?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2553513473735545950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2553513473735545950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2553513473735545950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2553513473735545950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/pahang.html' title='Pahang'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2989270399708940949</id><published>2010-05-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:02:24.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slight disappointment</title><content type='html'>honestly, not being selected was a tad disappointing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit I made several mistakes in the last few matches of the season, but I was quite sure I played relatively well in the first two matches. I gave my all, fought, and most importantly, tried, albeit the defeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try so hard to make an impression. But now I know, I shouldnt do it for the sake of maintaining that impression of myself. I should do it for myself and the team, not him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He chose the best players to try it out, and I encourage all of them to go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like I'm grumbling and moaning at my loss right? I am indeed, but I'm doing it like how a cat will like its healed wounds (what's left is a scar). I have a few regrets, and it's quite annoying to even be thinking about them now that season was over since so long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is merely a note about how I feel a little disappointed with myself for my past mistakes and a reminder to myself about who and what I should be working hard for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2989270399708940949?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2989270399708940949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2989270399708940949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone gets hurt when a family is troubled by problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody is left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7579303743606130918-5232158535674333159?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5232158535674333159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5232158535674333159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5232158535674333159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8821489766978735757?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8821489766978735757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8821489766978735757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8821489766978735757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8821489766978735757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/442010.html' title='4/4/2010'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8237549218521146818</id><published>2010-03-31T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:03:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31st March 2010</title><content type='html'>Not one of my favourite days, 31st March.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, not many people enjoyed this last day of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got upset she didn't get into council, and so were many other close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to be there. I regretted not being there. Hold on, I hope I was wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, it's not going to be about my selfishness today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping today was tomorrow, so we can laugh at how bad a joke it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But clearly, April Fool's comes late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know it aint a joke, but it's...just too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never seen strongmen break down like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blessing that I didnt get to witness the unfortunate emotional floods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A misfortune that I didnt get to lend my ear, to those who yearned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An irony it is at how I cannot decide whether to thank god for missing the release of the results. Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can bring tomorrow to today. Or switch tomorrow for today. Or just throw today altogether. Because not everyone laughed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7579303743606130918-8237549218521146818?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8237549218521146818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8237549218521146818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8237549218521146818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8237549218521146818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/31st-march-2010.html' title='31st March 2010'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5873206279533891439</id><published>2010-03-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:08:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Played Our Guts Out, And You Know It.</title><content type='html'>It's really difficult to accept reality. But that is the tough truth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started with tremendously low self-esteem. We didn't trust ourselves. Neither did we trust our own teammates. We may have lots of faith in ourselves, but we all realised that isnt enough to make a football team. We thought individuals are the sole requirements to carry a team. We thought as long as we go for trainings, we are playing awesome soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, today, we proved ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may not have won against IJC or SAJC. Some say it's bad luck, some say we didn't take all of our chances well. The match against SAJC is one I will never forget. I don't say this often, which means that when I say it, it's &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;important and memorable. Every single individual in the team upholded their respective responsibility. Every single individual gave themselves to the team. Every single individual out there wanted to prove themselves, and they did, really. We threw our bodies at the ball. We fought like warriors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely, it's a difficult loss to swallow. Nevertheless, we walked out of the SAJC field as winners. We went in as the underdogs, expected to lose to the strong SAJC players. We knew in terms of game experience, talent and technical experience, our opponents were much much ahead of us. I believed everyone was afraid, because so much was at stake, and the result seemed determined even before the match was played. But we showed that No One Is Here By Chance. It was a tough match to play, but we excelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I wrote this post, I read Kaiwen's genuine expressive note. It was a note of reflection, not only for himself, but definitely also for the entire hwachong soccer team (I believe). It is indeed true that some of the players got really emotional after the match, like kaiwen and olivier, because they have given their all and yet, the results do not reflect their diligence and determination. I salute these people. I admire them for their spirit. I am proud to be their teammate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got really disappointed that we didnt get anything out of the match. Everyone was. Some cried. Some sat alone contemplating. Some were staring into blank space. But as emotional as I may be, I controlled myself. I understood that we gave everything we had to secure at least a point. It was not a bad match; in fact, it was the best match ever played. I want to keep my hopes high. I want to remain confident that this year will be the year that the hwachong soccer team finally gets past to the next round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, I lifted my head up. And urged everyone else to lift theirs as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for all you know, nothing is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5873206279533891439?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5873206279533891439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5873206279533891439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5873206279533891439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5873206279533891439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-played-our-guts-out-and-you-know-it.html' title='We Played Our Guts Out, And You Know It.'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5942956151313327001</id><published>2010-03-25T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:19:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th March</title><content type='html'>It's a rojak of emotions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;When I have the chance, I get distracted easily and forgo the opportunity way too sloppily.&lt;br /&gt;When I create my own chances, I tend to think no further than that moment itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I dont have the chance, I am worried of creating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am rejected of the chance, I falter and and become dejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, I know my problems too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As ridiculous as this may sound, understanding myself too well is a weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to make things change. For myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever's said below the asterisk has completely nothing to do with what's said above it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a crucial soccer match tomorrow, and to be honest, I am afraid. Afraid because I was disappointed. Disappointed because I was afraid. You see, it's a helluva vicious fking cycle. I swear I felt intimidated. I swear I felt scared. I swear I felt ball-less. I swear I didn't feel like a man at all. I swear I was being a coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I swear I am going to get over all these negativity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do my part well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to fulfill my individual responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to remind myself that as long as I uphold my responsibilities, I have done a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to remember that I defend like a warrior. And that's all I need to do, before anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to keep in mind that my responsibilities to the team come first, before anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a motivation for myself, and for my team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5942956151313327001?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5942956151313327001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5942956151313327001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5942956151313327001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5942956151313327001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/25th-march.html' title='25th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7526575871962062635</id><published>2010-03-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:56:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun is too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fang:&lt;div&gt;Too good to be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too good for her too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't make me feel like poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rejection of you is a loss she will rue&lt;br /&gt;That you cant be topped, she has no clue&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop it, you're wrong 'cause that jerk's just a tool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make me look like a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. The one she wants is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7526575871962062635?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7526575871962062635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7526575871962062635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7526575871962062635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7526575871962062635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/compression.html' title='Compression'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7456410457123186267</id><published>2010-03-12T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:41:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Charade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How incredulous this may sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This words are about something round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fret not, it's not about your size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or anything that can entice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can give you clues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, you'll have to beg me to break the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez, alright I don't want this to be something I rue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you end up getting the blues.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without me, you know you'll feel deflated;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me, you can't wait to be INFLATED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you, I'll be as empty as air;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you, we can't bounce like a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My softness makes you hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But trust me, I could be just some fart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your hot-ness from all the rubbing makes me rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It'll still happen even in a Levi's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My description skills look raw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, I am talking about a basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7456410457123186267?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7456410457123186267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7456410457123186267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7456410457123186267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7456410457123186267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/12th-march-2010.html' title='12th March 2010'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3590601003844119732</id><published>2010-02-09T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:18:01.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Rules on How to Stay Cool in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/SdTlWGfx27I/AAAAAAAACVc/_PR3NMN82uo/s400/AndreyIvanovDougInglishGQSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/SdTlWGfx27I/AAAAAAAACVc/_PR3NMN82uo/s400/AndreyIvanovDougInglishGQSt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Number 1 rule to stay cool: Don't be jealous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you're feeling jealous, don't show it. Bottle it up. Go back home and take it out on your pillow or on your blog. Keep your cool in front of her. Remember, girls can't stand guys who get  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 2 rule to stay cool: Don't be possessive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does not belong to you. She belongs to herself. And she's a servant to no one except for herself. She has the right to do whatever she wants. So, don't try to be an asshole all the time. Don't think that she rightfully belongs to you and no one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 3 rule to stay cool: Guys, cut down on the gossips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, if you wanna be cool, you've got to follow one simple rule: don't gossip about others, even though it is an inconceivably enjoyable sport. It is morally illegal and does not make you look good. Gossiping will just show that you are a jerk who bitches about people all the time but does not dare to confront that particular victim of your criticisms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 4 rule to stay cool: Girls, stop trying to act like sluts in front of the guys.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, we all know the female gender are slightly more attractive than the other sex because of certain humps, but this does not mean that you should go around shaking your booty in front of testosterone-raging jocks. The sight of it is equivalent to what people watch on Animal Planet when humans observe how baboons shake their flesh to attract the opposite sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 5 rule to stay cool: Be funny, not sarcastic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way to penetrate into the core of a girl's heart is to use humour. It works all the time. Be funny, and tease the girl. But please, you should know that humour is not the same as sarcasm. Excessive usage of sarcasm can irritate people. And trust me, you don't want to get into people's bad books during the first term of your senior years. Sarcasm works well sometimes, but be discreet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 6 rule to stay cool: When you can't do it, admit it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all hate stubborn people who insist of their capability despite the fact that they have zero potential. If you realise that you suck at a certain something, say it. Don't be aggressive when people criticise your performance. SMILE. And take it all in. Use humour to cover your embarrassment up. Let your imagination run wild. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 7 rule to stay cool: Learn to say 'no'. But compensate for your rejection.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all want to be nice. But the truth is, you can't be nice to everyone and everything. Saying no is an essential part of growing up. Of course, it's sorta mean to reject others, but you have to know that sometimes you just can't help it, due to certain circumstances. But, if you want to feel less guilty and less like a jerk, make compensations. Like you can help out the person in other ways or just buy gifts for them. Essentially you have to find your own way of licking the other party's wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 8 rule to stay cool: Be decisive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decisiveness is one of the key markers of your character. Learn to make decisions fast. If you take too long, you may just miss out on your chances and what's worse, appear to be one who takes too long to choose over pizza or pasta. If you are given a range of choices, choose fast (but choose wisely). Moreover, you wouldn't want to drag too long because the more you think about it, the more anxious you will get, and the possibility of not approaching the girl increases. There's a reason why the slogans of Nike and Adidas are crafted out like they are. You have to "Just Do It" and think that "Impossible is Nothing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3590601003844119732?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3590601003844119732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3590601003844119732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3590601003844119732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3590601003844119732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-rules-on-how-to-stay-cool-in-school.html' title='8 Rules on How to Stay Cool in School'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/SdTlWGfx27I/AAAAAAAACVc/_PR3NMN82uo/s72-c/AndreyIvanovDougInglishGQSt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2150543559003113702</id><published>2009-12-05T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:31:04.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (because I cannot make up my mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More often than not, we are tasked to make decisions, whether it is for a group of people, another individual, or simply just for yourself. To be very frank, I find making decisions the toughest &lt;i&gt;job &lt;/i&gt;one has to undertake in his or her life. Technically, it's not really a job (because you do not get paid); it is sort of an obligation, a duty, a responsibility on your part to make a decision if you are ever given a range of choices. It's not difficult to make a decision for someone else, because you can see better (or so you think) from an outsider's perspective. But when it comes to making decision for oneself, it's a different ball game altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever contemplated over a decision you have to make for a very very long time, but can NEVER make your mind? If you have ever felt that way, congratulations, you are human. And you are not alone. If you haven't. I advice you to see a doctor. Most people, if not all, love to spend time weighing the pros and cons of a certain choice before reaching a decision. There's nothing wrong about that. In fact, it's awesome that one is particular about his choices. However, some of us may spend ages weighing the benefits and harms, but can not make up his/her mind. It can be about what you want for dinner, or the college you will like to go, or even the girl you will like to woo. If one doesn't make up his mind fast, he ends up getting none of it. Or even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may say that it is indecisiveness on one's part, probably unwillingness to accept the consequences (good and/or bad) that may ensue as a result of one's decision. I admit there exists such an apprehension at times, but I daresay that not many people in today's world are willing to take the risk. If you know that your decision may bring harm to yourself (or even to others), but &lt;i&gt;may &lt;/i&gt;be extremely beneficial as well if nothings goes wrong, are you willing to gamble with your future, your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have to make choices. Every minute. Every day. Every year. Everytime. Even if  it is a bitch-fight over whether to buy the apple pie or the chocolate brownie, or a dilemma over whether to be the president of the United States or a char kway teow hawker. Every choice you make can be life-defining. But do not succumb to the conformity imposed by the environment around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be confident of your choices. Be resolute about your decisions. Most importantly, be confident. And have faith. Lots of faith. So ultimately, if you managed to become the world's greatest footballer or just simply managed to be a loving, caring househusband, you are gratified with your life and of course....with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what, I'm a victim myself. Surprise, surprise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2150543559003113702?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2150543559003113702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2150543559003113702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2150543559003113702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2150543559003113702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled-because-i-cannot-make-up-my.html' title='Untitled (because I cannot make up my mind)'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4912784581860258308</id><published>2009-11-02T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:18:11.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/Su7ngGz-VDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0X9MFH5WZ8w/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-taylor-swift-valentines-day-kissing-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/Su7ngGz-VDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0X9MFH5WZ8w/s320/taylor-lautner-taylor-swift-valentines-day-kissing-couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399507542034240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cannot be happening. Ladies and gentlemen, we have Taylor and...Taylor. Apparently they are together. Hopefully not (but they are). Dang, I thought Taylor Swift's singlehood will last longer than that. Seems like I have been deceiving myself all this while. Hold on Taylor, (turn away Lautner, not talking to you), I will tell you why you should not dive so deep into the relationship just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Having the same first name sounds weird enough. You will not want to be called Mrs Taylor Lautner. It'll be a really awkward moment for your kids when there is a meet-the-parents session in the future. Think about the little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You should keep your singlehood. It's hard to come by. Look at all the other celebrities who had boyfriends. Take Miley Cyrus for instance. She got Kevin Jonas as her bf and BAM, there goes the gossip news. You don't want that to happen, do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Taylor Lautner looks Mexican.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. And werewolf-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You know, maaaaayybe you will meet a better guy in the future. He may not be a mexican, but he could be an asian or a singaporean ^^. You never know right? Why not keep your options open and let nature takes its course. Go out with the asian geek!! Not the mexican weirdo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devil: swifty, think twice. getting into a relationship is cool. toy with his feelings and then dump him. awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angel: I shouldn't say this. I'm being jealous, that's all. damn, you should let her pursue her happiness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devil: blahblahblah. shut the f**k up angel. Iknow I want her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH. screw the devil. I'm letting swifty to choose. this is gonna be the worst decision I have ever made in my life for I see no purpose in living anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7579303743606130918-4912784581860258308?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4912784581860258308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4912784581860258308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4912784581860258308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4912784581860258308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nooo.html' title='NOOO!!!'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/Su7ngGz-VDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0X9MFH5WZ8w/s72-c/taylor-lautner-taylor-swift-valentines-day-kissing-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8052768982402843594</id><published>2009-09-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:11:08.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swift Dream</title><content type='html'>Dreamt of her last night&lt;br /&gt;That dream was really bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted like we were best friends&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that the night will never end&lt;br /&gt;I begged her to gave me a piece of her&lt;br /&gt;She said that is impossible&lt;br /&gt;So she signed for me on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to remember her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she will run a  million miles&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amateurish poem. With no structure. No brilliant choice of word. No sequence.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that was my dream last night okay. damn cool. I dreamt of swift!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8052768982402843594?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8052768982402843594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8052768982402843594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8052768982402843594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8052768982402843594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/swift-dream.html' title='Swift Dream'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1442246837608603562</id><published>2009-09-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:33:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16th August</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for so long. months. but i didnt really feel like blogging. probably because there isn't much to write about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today is different. Never in my life have I felt so contented and satisfied and proud. Not of myself, but of my boarding school mates who had to face the audience and give their speeches. I realized that I am one who don't usually give a lot of credit to people for what they have done and their efforts. Well, there's nothing wrong and harmful for praising someone for what he or she has done right? Just now at the toastmasters speech contest, I believe I have clapped more sincerely than I have ever clapped in my entire life. That's because I'm truly impressed with what Benjamin Chin, Izumi, Alexander, Nicholas Lui, Yong Zhi, Yang Cheng, Zi Song have presented to us. It was an absolute feat to enjoy and I hope I'll never forget the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang Cheng's speech was very good. I know he can use his language skills well and he did that really well. He is someone of whom I admire a lot, for his toughness and willingness to learn. And of course, friendliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izumi talked about how we should be forgiving towards others even if they have done us wrong in one way or another. He said it with much conviction and I loved how he was so exuberant in his speech. "I forgive you" was the essence of his speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas talked about school life. How it is beneficial and stuff. Now that we are nearing exams, I dont think I will agree with him a lot. His speech was brilliant nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zi Song was hilarious! hahaha, so much actions and humour injected into his speech. Simply loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexander's speech was the last of all. His speech was de best. I feel. Well, each to his own, but having some knowledge of his upbringing and stuff, I kinda feel for him. He's really brave to come out of the closet, not afraid to be open about his thoughts and feelings. And he's just not scared of societal norms. He's truly courageous. Alex ended his speech with a rather emotional note, something having to do with being a single child and his mum as a single parent. It was a tearful moment for Alex and his mum, cos it was truly amazing. Having known him for some time, I kinda understand what his life is like, not much, but enough to make me tearful. I can never feel what he feels and that moment was the most sincere, honest, truthful words I have ever heard in my life. If you know him well enough, you will feel blood gushing up your face, just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect the night to be so enriching. It beats the shit out of what I have learnt for my entire life. Maybe I type all of these just because there's an adrenaline rush inside me but I truly learnt a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'm a bit judgmental about people. Even to those whom I dont even know. I want to stop being judgmental. I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night for now. I'm feeling kinda sick. damn you matt.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1442246837608603562?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1442246837608603562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1442246837608603562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1442246837608603562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1442246837608603562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/16th-august.html' title='16th August'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4460417410102267120</id><published>2009-08-11T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:33:08.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je Ne Sais Quoi</title><content type='html'>You have a certain je ne sais quoi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4460417410102267120?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4460417410102267120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4460417410102267120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4460417410102267120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4460417410102267120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/je-ne-sais-quoi.html' title='Je Ne Sais Quoi'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1385566923638659670</id><published>2009-08-06T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:57:20.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Lesson</title><content type='html'>Today we all had the best english lesson ever. It is de best. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of going through content and all the lesson crap, Mrs Ng Mui Eng allowed us to play charade in her class, and truth or dare too. It was something out of the ordinary, so sudden that everybody did not feel too comfortable with the idea, initially. But after playing the charade, everyone went high. We were having so much fun. The kind of fun we have is nothing like watching Mr SLim nailing Nelson, or witness Laurang flirting with Greg, it was childhood fun, something that we have been deprived of ever since we started schooling. No exaggeration intended here. Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played truth or dare as an entire class, and it was the most interesting. It was weird to hear so much personal stuff about the peers you have been having english lessons with for almost two years now, but nonetheless, intriguing. In fact, I bet you it was the most honest, truthful 'discussion' we ever had as a class. I did a song performance (lol!), Nelson did hardgay, Ming got kissed, Bradley was dancing around one of the HCI staff (super funny!!!), Sam was lying down outside the classroom for passersby to gawk at, ephraim did a slut dance directly at Mrs Eng, greg did a simulation of 2 Girls 1 Cup with Zhihao (HAHAHA), sean did a wrestling move on sam, and many more crazy stuff. Some others were forced to reveal their crush or whether they still have their v-card :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, Mrs Ng told us something about herself which has to be kept within the four walls of the classroom. She's really brave to tell us something like that because it is something so personal and no teacher in hwachong will ever do that. We have to be more cautious now of what we say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;3&gt; 6th Auguest 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1385566923638659670?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1385566923638659670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1385566923638659670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1385566923638659670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1385566923638659670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/english-lesson.html' title='English Lesson'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1596742608622896998</id><published>2009-08-02T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:51:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd August</title><content type='html'>This day has been a surprise. Really, I didnt expect so much hype for my sexteen, oops i mean sixteen, birthday. I really didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AND SO MANY PEOPLE WISHED ME ON FACEBOOK. UBER COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda expected that alex and some others will celebrate for me but my idea of celebrating did not mean 90 people!! Nevertheless, it was a pleasant surprise. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, some of us went to eat at seoul garden for dinner. MY TREAT. junyi siheng alvin irvin and josh. We ate till the workers had to remind us that they will be closing the buffet counter haha. We didn't give a crap about whether the food was cooked or not, it doesnt matter :D So predicatably, we diarrhoea-ed the next morning. nice. I had a great time yesterday night, and I thought my birthday would end there. But it didnt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siheng and junyi gave me a tennis cap:) and irvin and others are gonna get me a tennis shirt :) thanks guys :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, irvin wrote a really cool blog post about last night. And his picture was awesome!! thanks buddy :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://irvin22kaka.livejournal.com/2337.html"&gt;http://irvin22kaka.livejournal.com/2337.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the 1st of August, a day before my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will always be the world's blessing that a certain boy was born on 2nd August. The birth was so important that it changed the world, for the better. ME WAS BORN!! I'm a premature (and thank god i am a premature if not i'll be 'celebrating' my birthdays on exam dates) BUT I am 1.81m tall and 63kg heavy. So unlike a premature eh? Thanks to my mummy and papa and my ahma and popo and yeye, I have strong bones and humongous muscles and eight pacs, something like Arnold Swarznager. These are the people I owe my life to. Without them, the world would not have been so beautiful. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2nd August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up and received many smses, which brought a smile on my face (lol!). But that's not the end. On facebook, I got messages from friends! Seconday school friends, primary school friends, overseas friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc. I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to boarding school. The afternoon was dreadful and draggy. It was boring and dull. It was lifeless and humid. It was not the afternoon anyone will like. But well, what follows in the after-afternoon was more than I could wish for. At first I thought I will receive birthday wishes from people, which I did, and nothing more than that. I was wrong, thank god I was wrong. You see, after the buffet dinner we had, I went to the washroom to pick out all the food stuck between the brackets on my braces. Then I went back to the dining area and all lights were all. At that point in time, I had a slight inkling of what was gonna happen, but I wasn't sure. I walked in and tried to mingle into the crowd, which is surrounding zisong with the cake in his hands. Honestly, I did not know what to do. Nobody else did because it's supposed to be a surprise! I disrupted their plan, and I knew I had to salvage it, if not their efforts will go to waste. So, being the quick-thicker I am, I tried to act as if I didn't expect a celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hid behind the pillar and I appeared to be super duper shocked when they started singing the birthday song. It was hilarious and thoroughly enjoyable. If only that moment can be reenacted. haha jkjk. The act turned out to be better than a 'surprise' and I am glad I did what I have done :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND I RECEIVED A TAYLOR SWIFT POSTER FROM ALEX!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a tradition in IBP that every birthday dude has to perform for his audience. Some people asked me to sing, but I wouldnt do that cos I wasnt prepared to sing Taylor Swift and it would have been too cheesy. Being a quick-thinker :) and with junyi's suggestion, I requested Nicholas Liu to dance for me. It was so sudden that even the zihigh niclui was shellshocked haha. So being the Mr Nice Guy, I did a dance around nic lui, with him being the pole and me being the well, pole dancer. very fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex matthew derrick zhengyi chongjiat celebrated the birthday once more when we returned to the boarding school. I appreciate their efforts and I am very thankful for what they have done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank all (love you peeps) who have wished me and organized the celebrations and bought the cake and printed the poster!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alvin, irvin, siheng, junyi, josh, lester, alexander, gordon, zisong, matthew, derrick, ling feng, gohid, shicheng, izumi (for the cake-smearing), jonathan seng, julian, darren, guangyan, Alexandria, Cheryl (thanks for your comment on facebook :D), Mr Tan CG, bradley, yu song, jia quan, walter, zhengyu, chongwe, fang, alan, adeline, adabelle, ning, tricia, greg, dennis, phoebe, daniel, kenji, weiliang, gary, yinhong, yijing, nigel, jovina, yuquan, daryn, zhihao, nicholas tan, nicholas liu, shaojie, yonghwee, kahhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS ALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been the best birthday yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(All that's left was a phone call)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1596742608622896998?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1596742608622896998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1596742608622896998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1596742608622896998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1596742608622896998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-august.html' title='2nd August'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3253262495484609636</id><published>2009-07-21T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:46:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clockwork Orange</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I watched the film. It was simply intriguing, albeit disturbing too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plot sounds really familiar but the way the story was told was absolutely...different. The film was filmed (lol) in the 1970s and some aspects of the movie looks extremely modern, like as if it is a forecast to the future. Loved it tons. Highly explicit and violent, but definitely essential and vital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arousing yet disturbing. Guilty yet pleasurable. Enjoyable yet worried. very beautiful irony, the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daring and controversial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very naise !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3253262495484609636?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3253262495484609636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3253262495484609636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3253262495484609636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3253262495484609636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/clockwork-orange.html' title='A Clockwork Orange'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5736787831674813804</id><published>2009-07-18T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:57:02.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SmLDqR0mCjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dr4yRav5ebQ/s1600-h/379177d9713e2e0f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SmLDqR0mCjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dr4yRav5ebQ/s320/379177d9713e2e0f2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360061637630233138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borat was so 2006....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5736787831674813804?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5736787831674813804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5736787831674813804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5736787831674813804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5736787831674813804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/19th-july.html' title='19th July'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SmLDqR0mCjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dr4yRav5ebQ/s72-c/379177d9713e2e0f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4445141797049425951</id><published>2009-07-13T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:16:33.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13th July</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to do this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has always been my target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed hard, but now I have kickstarted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOIN FACEBOOK GROUP:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE WANT TAYLOR SWIFT TO COME TO SINGAPORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes that is my "dream". how cool eh? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4445141797049425951?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4445141797049425951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4445141797049425951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4445141797049425951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4445141797049425951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/13th-july.html' title='13th July'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1638680775295106177</id><published>2009-07-08T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:40:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th July</title><content type='html'>School kicks off...with a teacher blaring away early in the morning. brilliant start. Kinda foreshadows what the semester is going to be like. Screaming, blasting, throwing, hauling, kicking, punching, killing. Things are that bad. And guess what, it's only the first week since school reopened! How exhilarating...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played soccer with the guys just now. Damn, I almost scored a goal. lol. Alvin whole day "Anderson ah, good buy sia. I think he is the best brazilian in the team la. damn valuable player". I appreciate your compliment dude. It's very rare that people praise Anderson...with little sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray (I'm a freethinker lol) for Irvin. 7-11 will be a good, good day for you. I hope that it will be for you. [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1638680775295106177?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1638680775295106177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1638680775295106177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1638680775295106177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1638680775295106177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/8th-july.html' title='8th July'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4544896861452241566</id><published>2009-07-04T08:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:07:38.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was kinda crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up with an effing sorethroat and feel feverish all over. But I still got up for tennis. That is a must-go. Tennis was alright, we practised groundstrokes and learned volley today. A pity a single session only lasts for an hour and we didn't even manage to try out playing at baseline. Nevertheless, I managed to hit some balls but not exactly with precision. I am damn pissed at myself for being so impatient, which is totally pointless. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh alvin, I ain't giving up yet. not just yet. after last night's success. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4544896861452241566?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4544896861452241566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4544896861452241566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4544896861452241566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4544896861452241566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-july.html' title='4th July'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1246214085043060068</id><published>2009-06-29T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:36:51.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</title><content type='html'>My sassy girl is really really nice. Both the korean and the american verions are wonderful. awwww.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fate is the building a bridge of chance for someone you love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart.heart.heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1246214085043060068?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1246214085043060068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1246214085043060068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1246214085043060068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1246214085043060068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sassy-girl-333.html' title='My Sassy Girl &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7881970846724035082</id><published>2009-06-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:56:19.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop goes the weasel, so suddenly</title><content type='html'>It's all so weird, isn't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First there was, I mean &lt;i&gt;is, &lt;/i&gt;the Iran dispute. It involved everyone in Iran, and also strangers from across the globe. People start wearing green t-shirts, or green pants, or green armband, or pin on green ribbons. The atmosphere in Iran was filled with so much tension that no one would expect either party to give in to the other. It seemed like it will go on forever, until..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King of Pop, Michael Jackson died so suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am not a MJ fan and is very freaked out by his natural whiteness, his death came too sudden. It just doesn't see real. I woke up in that fateful morning, hoping to hear good news that Federer has triumphed another opponent, but bamn, my brother told me MJ is dead. I went like, "Oh really? Ouch, it must have hurt." I didn't consider the impact of his death until I watched the news and withnessed millions of people worldwide moonwalking to his music. It was magical. Never in my life have I seen something like that. The world is actualyl going crazy over a pop singer. Some people say, he's not any pop singer you can easily find on street, he's KING OF POP. Mind you, king. Some even say he has reinvented music videos entirely, claiming he was revolutionizer, an inventor, a maker, a legend, an unforgotten, the king. Now that he's dead, I guess it's not very nice to criticize his life and mimicks eh? Let's just say he got &lt;i&gt;confused &lt;/i&gt;about making decisions after fame hit him. It must have hit him REAL hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, so much is going on these days. First Iran, now MJ. What can we expect tomorrow, or the day after, or next month, or next year, or next decade? We can't. In fact, so &lt;i&gt;much &lt;/i&gt;of these things don't lie in our hands. You won't know whether swine flu will hit you. You never know until you start sneezing and snorting simultaneously. Life is so unpredictable. Life is so damn unpredictable. And I have no clue whether that's good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7881970846724035082?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7881970846724035082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7881970846724035082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7881970846724035082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7881970846724035082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-goes-weasel-so-suddenly.html' title='Pop goes the weasel, so suddenly'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4207700841075615867</id><published>2009-06-16T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:26:45.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T Pain &amp; Taylor Swift "Thug Story"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:401599" width="416" height="343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=&amp;amp;vid=401599&amp;amp;%26startUri=mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:401599" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:416px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/shows/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Shows&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/video/" style="text-decoration: none;color: rgb(236, 102, 12); " target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Taylor Swift is so multi-talented!!! This vid is hilarious :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:8.75pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#BA000D;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#BA000D;"&gt;&lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;[T Pain] T SWIZZLE AND T PIZZLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;[Taylor Swift]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like 8 foot 4, blond hair to the floor&lt;br /&gt;you shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no I ain't got a gun&lt;br /&gt;no I never really been in a club&lt;br /&gt;still live with my parents&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still a thug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i'm so gangsta you can find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial !important;-webkit-background-origin: initial !important; cursor:pointer !important;background-position-x:0%;background-position-y:50%; background-attachment:scroll"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;baking cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;you out clubbing, but I just caramel delight&lt;br /&gt;t swift and t pain rappin on the same track&lt;br /&gt;it's a thug story tell me can you handle that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I had a dream last night I had high-top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important;cursor:pointer !important; background-position-x:0%;background-position-y:50%;background-attachment:scroll"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;NIkes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had diamonds in my mouth, and diamonds on my mic&lt;br /&gt;by the time I woke up I was singing "I'M ON A BOOOOAAT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;cuz I'm a singer turned rapper&lt;br /&gt;shorty I'm a make ya&lt;br /&gt;straight to the top, yo&lt;br /&gt;shorty I'ma take ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;you can call me T Sweezy now I'm a rap star&lt;br /&gt;it's a thug story now tell them who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;singer turned gangsta&lt;br /&gt;you don't wanna fight me&lt;br /&gt;straight to the top&lt;br /&gt;in my extra small white tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;t swift and t pain all up on the same track&lt;br /&gt;it's a thug story tell me now can you get with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;what! what! I knit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial !important;-webkit-background-origin: initial !important; cursor:pointer !important;background-position-x:0%;background-position-y:50%; background-attachment:scroll"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;sweaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;yo!&lt;br /&gt;what! what! don't test me [bleep]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hey hold on, hold on I didn't even say anything&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I said "yo"&lt;br /&gt;YUP&lt;br /&gt;you guys bleeped me and I didn't even say anything&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even swear&lt;br /&gt;SHE DIDN"T EVEN SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;hello??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="mso-line-height-alt:8.75pt;background-image:initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment:initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial;background-position:initial initial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;T Pain &amp;amp; Taylor Swift "Thug Story" &amp;amp; Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themefont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:background1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;color:white; mso-themefont-size:9.0pt;color:background1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4207700841075615867?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4207700841075615867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4207700841075615867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4207700841075615867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4207700841075615867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-cmt-shows-more-cmt-videos.html' title='T Pain &amp; Taylor Swift &quot;Thug Story&quot;'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-45890447899129142</id><published>2009-06-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:18:53.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14th June</title><content type='html'>I am on very low spirits recently. Mainly because of certain comments made by people about my aspiration. damn it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine, my blog shall be a testament to who believed in me. Clearly no one has yet. YET. But when I rise to fame, watch out for me, all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get tennis lessons. start from basics. So I am flipping through yellow pages searching for "Tennis Lessons" (page 609). This is the start of something new. The beginning of an end. The beginning of a beginning. The end of an end. wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-45890447899129142?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/45890447899129142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=45890447899129142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/45890447899129142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/45890447899129142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/14th-june.html' title='14th June'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4791030588540634508</id><published>2009-06-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:10:56.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11th June</title><content type='html'>I will be gone by tmr morning...unfortunately...to malaysia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most detestable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't miss me people. I know you will, but try to practise self-control yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4791030588540634508?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4791030588540634508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4791030588540634508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4791030588540634508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4791030588540634508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/11th-june.html' title='11th June'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4842798923158494241</id><published>2009-06-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:38:57.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th June 2009</title><content type='html'>The entire was spent rather fruitfully...NOT. I was playing fifa online 24/7 and am feeling extremely guilty about that. Alvin has finished like 99% of his work. Damn him. So now, I am uninstalling my Fifa Online 2 and deleting the installation file. Desperate times call for desperate measures. This is definitely an emergency.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow my holiday seems so boring. There is no training, there are no school activities, I'm not going overseas, nothing! nono, I dont miss training at all. I still need the break, I guess. But it will not for long before I get forced into running again. To prevent that, I have been racking my brains how to shake the pressure off. help me guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After witnessing Federer complete his Grand Slam career, the belief in me rekindled once again. The swiss national song was played yesterday night when Federer won, but watch out people, in a few years time, you shall hear (don't be surprised) the ear-soothing Majurah Singapura. I will be on stage claiming my first Grand Slam title at Roland Garros,  beating Rafael Nadal 7-6, 7-6, 6-7, 6-7, 7-6. I will be the winner, no doubt. But I am the one who holds my own fate. I need to make that happen. Who's with me!!&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/7579303743606130918-4842798923158494241?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4842798923158494241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4842798923158494241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4842798923158494241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4842798923158494241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/8th-june-2009.html' title='8th June 2009'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7442452569657909460</id><published>2009-06-02T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:49:17.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAYLOR SWIFT FEARLESS TOUR</title><content type='html'>TAYLOR SWIFT Fearless Tour Behind The Scenes Video&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 74, 85);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7wNFvLgQuM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YmHU6sFZEU&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QQ63wpwM2g&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c2Q4najKJ0&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWEtfIAsOIw&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFliztIp-6E&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Credit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/chicagoman32" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(209, 121, 148); "&gt;chicagoman32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 74, 85);  font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(54, 74, 85);  font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you wouldn't want to miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7442452569657909460?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7442452569657909460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7442452569657909460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7442452569657909460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7442452569657909460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/taylor-swift-fearless-tour_02.html' title='TAYLOR SWIFT FEARLESS TOUR'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8866457430614440970</id><published>2009-05-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:20:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th May 2009</title><content type='html'>End of school whoots! doesnt feel like it though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should have accompanied alvin to LOT 1 to see a certain somebody. think i totally break apart his heart. lol. hope he get at least a glimpse of how she looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some senior of mine put this as his msn nick:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you're only screwing yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if i masturbate when i am procrastinating. or what if I am procrastinating when I masturbate. will that change anything? HAHAHHA. I'm so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8866457430614440970?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8866457430614440970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8866457430614440970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8866457430614440970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8866457430614440970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/29th-may-2009.html' title='29th May 2009'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-9096787646908104278</id><published>2009-05-28T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:45:52.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th May 2009</title><content type='html'>no point moaning over spilled milk. so i should not criticize the brilliant decisions executed by the linesman or the fortune that has bestowed upon us. I shall not comment on why we are wearing white and not red, because it is pointless. The better team won. omg, I aint sour after a loss - for the first time!! all thanks to fang who keeps saying that I am a sour grape who cant take losses. THANKS FANG. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, THANKS FANG. and your parents too. you all are really nice. appreciate your hospitality, and allowing me to discover something that I have no access to. I now know how much chances i have. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The score will stand: Barcelona 2 Manchester United 0. But we're still king of England, king of Europe (albeit overthrown) and king of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;United till I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$k@n!s#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-9096787646908104278?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9096787646908104278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=9096787646908104278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/9096787646908104278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/9096787646908104278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/28th-may-2009.html' title='28th May 2009'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1627041785792074128</id><published>2009-05-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:00:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is redefined</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7579303743606130918-1627041785792074128?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1627041785792074128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1627041785792074128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1627041785792074128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1627041785792074128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfection-is-redefined.html' title='Perfection is redefined'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7609542548140259779</id><published>2009-05-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:56:27.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAYLOR SWIFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:377889" width="416" height="343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=&amp;amp;artist=2389485&amp;amp;vid=377889&amp;amp;%26startUri=mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:377889" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:416px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/swift__taylor/artist.jhtml" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/music/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/video/music-videos/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVING JANE - GIRL NEXT DOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpqjC9Rz8Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpqjC9Rz8Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fang said taylor swift copied from saving jane. you are...right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's still #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7579303743606130918-7609542548140259779?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7609542548140259779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7609542548140259779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7609542548140259779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7609542548140259779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor-swift-taylor-swift-more-cmt.html' title=''/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6861396451548549681</id><published>2009-05-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:39:17.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerosmith - Pink</title><content type='html'>Chanced upon this music video. super LOL at certain parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLRLhV9U0kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLRLhV9U0kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7579303743606130918-6861396451548549681?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6861396451548549681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6861396451548549681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6861396451548549681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6861396451548549681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/aerosmith-pink.html' title='Aerosmith - Pink'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-438000596967306327</id><published>2009-05-12T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:52:14.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are crazy fans!</title><content type='html'>#1 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;change!&lt;br /&gt;#1 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;changed!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I am the #1 Taylor Swift Fan and Goh Id is the #2 Taylor Swift Fan. hahaha. See what ALF has done to counter our Taylor Swift influence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Megan Fox Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;megan fox shall own&lt;br /&gt;#1 Megan Fox Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;#1 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;#1 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;funny shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Megan Fox Fan is no other than ALF (self-proclaimed). noob. who got self-proclaim himself one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to put&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;#1 Miley Cyrus Fan&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;im not a fan&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;shes juz gna be my future gf&lt;br /&gt;#2 Taylor Swift Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;tts all&lt;br /&gt;#1 Miley Cyrus Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;kkkk&lt;br /&gt;#1 Miley Cyrus Fan says:&lt;br /&gt;lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. gohid -&gt; #2 Taylor Swift Fan -&gt; #1 Miley Cyrus Fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-438000596967306327?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/438000596967306327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=438000596967306327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/438000596967306327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/438000596967306327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-crazy-fans.html' title='We are crazy fans!'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7195889124007868904</id><published>2009-05-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:25:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss America - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:377889" width="416" height="343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="configParams=&amp;artist=2389485&amp;vid=377889&amp;%26startUri=mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:377889" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:416px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/swift__taylor/artist.jhtml" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/music/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/video/music-videos/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift's latest MV. It's so...NICE! I love it that she plays two personas in the music video. she's simply gorgeous in her white gown too! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7195889124007868904?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7195889124007868904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7195889124007868904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7195889124007868904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7195889124007868904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-america-taylor-swift.html' title='Miss America - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8544023741561781227</id><published>2009-04-26T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:23:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26th April</title><content type='html'>Last week was a honeymoon period for all trackers (and field-ers). I thought this year was the toughest one we have ever experienced but we still emerged as champions, although not unscathed. We ended the season knowing that our opponents are getting stronger and we can no longer solely depend on the throwers. However, let us savour this moment victory and glory, for it will be short-lived once training resumes. The one who has made this possible is none other than our beloved captain, Sam Kee. By far, he is the most responsible, most thoughtful, most inspirational the Hwa Chong Track and Field Team has ever had. For that, I applaud Sam for his brilliant and irreplacable captaincy. No one can ever replace him, not even me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was heavenly for everyone, because we got to skip several lessons and even had a half-day holiday. However, we will have to pay the price for our absence this week, for all the tests shall flood us incessantly, and I have my reasons to believe that it will be worse than any tsunami you have ever experienced. I can't wait for this week to be over. I can't wait for hell to be over. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8544023741561781227?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8544023741561781227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8544023741561781227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8544023741561781227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8544023741561781227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/26th-april.html' title='26th April'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2254604132306617189</id><published>2009-04-21T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:18:47.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;May I present to you...Alvin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Action speaks louder than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingenious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;is for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naturally smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2254604132306617189?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2254604132306617189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2254604132306617189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2254604132306617189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2254604132306617189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/alvin.html' title='Alvin'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-911063472230470665</id><published>2009-04-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:24:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th April</title><content type='html'>This video is hilarious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SXNAtwYMBw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SXNAtwYMBw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, it's pretty M18. So dont say that i didnt warn you. But it's no porn, just a little bit of sexual humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-911063472230470665?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/911063472230470665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=911063472230470665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/911063472230470665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/911063472230470665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/20th-april.html' title='20th April'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2402135865084748346</id><published>2009-04-17T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:52:57.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th April</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Sean smashed three records with his 4.36m jump. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Siheng cut two runners to obtain fifth (I think). Should be a boost for him. go siheng. i will go down on monday to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing left to reget is my illness. I aint going to use it as an excuse for my poor performance today because clearly, i should have taken care of myself. Knowing that everyone is falling sick, I should become anti-social at least for a week. But I didn't. Being the Mr Nice Guy, I ended up contracting a throat infection. And bamn, zero points this year. Something i will wish to banish from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Nationals is over. Time for me to set new goals. new, as in really new. Irvin and alvin may not what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish that HCI can win both the B and C div. Although we are on a really safe position (leading by 30 points), it's better not to relax on our pursuit for another year of glory. But A div seems tougher. RJC is pretty strong this year. Whatever the case, it will be best if all divisions can win the championship title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaming once told me that he felt disappointed over his long jump performance. He got 7th position i think. He knows he should have done more. He knows he could have gotten more points. But in my opinion, he has excelled in his own ways. He may not have won the competition, but he showed me his willingness and desire to achieve. I lack that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2402135865084748346?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2402135865084748346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2402135865084748346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2402135865084748346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2402135865084748346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/17th-april.html' title='17th April'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1255412731360847476</id><published>2009-04-12T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:48:33.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sam's speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Track and Field Team'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my dearest Track and Field team, I pen the following heartfelt words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past months have been a very trying time for all of us; innumerable trials to overcome, the myriad barriers that constantly seek to put us down, and the countless expectations to live up to. It was not an easy endeavor; no one ever said that it would be so. Often a bed of roses, Track and Field is, to the unwitting observer who perceives our achievements and accolades as granted. But little did he know about the thorns that lie inconspicuously among the shrubs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the past few months I have seen you climb your way up the ‘bed of roses’ that Track and Field is; albeit some not being as steady as others. Some, not as fast. The passion and determination that you so ardently display in this climb is truly commendable. That being said, it is not how quickly or steadily you climb that truly matters, but how you have grown through it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experiences, be it disconsolate or heartening, would have contributed positively to your personal growth. Some of us may have gotten injured, or regret neglecting trainings due to our other commitments, but it is through these painful experiences that we learn how to do it right the next time round. On the other hand, some of us may have experienced vast improvements in trainings and are ambitiously waiting to take the centre stage at the national’s. It is through these positive experiences that you reflect; remembering the taste of success and striving to out-do yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all emerged from the past few months as stronger individuals; for what does not kill us only serve to make us stronger. It is now time for us to display what we’ve been training so hard for at the national’s. It is the final lap which the past generations of elites before us have run. The baton is now in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you run your races, throw your implements, and jump your… jumps (lol) ahead, I urge you to do so with the camaraderie of the team in mind. As we go through this challenge together, we often need to depend on one another for the support and encouragement that we so essentially require. I urge you too, to be proactive in offering these words of care and concern to your teammates running this long race with you. Appreciate and reciprocate the sincerity of your comrades and pass this kindness on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me while I reiterate once again the significance of this legacy upon us. The Track and Field team was never an ‘overnight success’. Our present achievements and success are largely due to the generations of seniors before us; whose dedication, commitment and passion created the illustrious history that we so proudly boast about today. Will we continue this tradition of excellence that our juniors many years down the road will fondly embrace and honorably promote? I believe the answer is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you spread your wings and take flight in the coming two weeks, I wish you the strength to beat the giants in your lives, the fortitude to overcome the trials that await, the perseverance and will of mind to win. Remembering the outcome is not important; for that is easily documented in pen and paper. Aim instead to remember the process; because it is the intangible experiences that are truly important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts on Monday. The entire school’s behind us; cheering, supporting and watching…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will do them proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Best speech ever. Sam, you should really try running for presidency next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; line-height: normal; "&gt;Tomorrow is the 3km heats. I must qualify. I know i can. let's do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1255412731360847476?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1255412731360847476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1255412731360847476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1255412731360847476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1255412731360847476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/12th-april.html' title='12th April'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6942976563580413864</id><published>2009-04-05T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:20:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th April</title><content type='html'>I spent half a day doing this video. Quite proud of myself&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lHEcsyY7Jw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lHEcsyY7Jw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's rather amatuerish, like what ysh said, it's really good for a noob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a 3km race on saturday. I thought the performance was alright, even though I should have pushed at the start (as usual). I have to get that into my head. DO NOT RELENT AT THE START. On the same day, every sec 4 had to attend the tan kah kee drama. it was alright. and the finale was hilarious. I slept for five minutes actually. After which, we went out to have supper because we didnt had our dinner. Burger King. Went home with Irvin. Turned on the PC. Signed in on MSN. Irvin talked to me, said he felt like puking because of the cheese he ate. Watched Liverpool struck woodwork 4 times in the first half. Laugh my ass off at their misfortune. But got myself shot when yossi scored the winner. dulan. then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard about the 800m race results, I was pretty shocked. Joo Ern did a 2:05, Sim did a 2:07, Irvin did a 2:19. It was a great performance. All of them, given the circumstances. nice one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6942976563580413864?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6942976563580413864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6942976563580413864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6942976563580413864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6942976563580413864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-spent-half-day-doing-this-video.html' title='5th April'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4417648810115391022</id><published>2009-04-03T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:08:49.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing The Giants</title><content type='html'>Facing The Giants was one of the most motivational movie I have ever watched.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not give up, do not quit, never quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overcome Your Disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst fear is to feel fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face your fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face The Giants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face YOUR Giants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4417648810115391022?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4417648810115391022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4417648810115391022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4417648810115391022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4417648810115391022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/3th.html' title='Facing The Giants'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6443877371838175652</id><published>2009-04-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:39:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>the first of april.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to lighten our mood, several of us in boarding school decided to carry out an April Fool's joke. We made prank calls. I tell you, we had a helluva fun duping alex, laughed at guangyan's reaction, but the highlight of our series of prank call was the one made on Josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Surveyer: "hi, good evening sir. Are you Mr Josh Lim?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh the squasher: "ya...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Surveyer: "Sorry to disturb you. I am a researcher from Media Development Authority(not!). You have been specially selected to take part in our survey for a research."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh:" huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Surveyer: "The first question is 'What are your views on pornography on the internet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Silence for 5 seconds*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh: "I tell you what, WHY NOT YOU GO SUCK MY DICK?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh: "OKAY, MAYBE MY DICK IS TOO BIG FOR YOU TO SUCK, YOU SHOULD GO FIND A SMALLER PENIS!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was Josh's response. Incredulously smart. His words are a bit crude, but well, that's Josh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: The above conversation is not intended for any flaming whatsoever. Imitation of an authority is used to jack the caller; it was not intended for any purpose except for having fun. No harm is intended. We apologise for any harm caused though. The receiver realises who we are. THIS IS AN APRIL FOOL'S JOKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6443877371838175652?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6443877371838175652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6443877371838175652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6443877371838175652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6443877371838175652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1840168108529572161</id><published>2009-03-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:39:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27th March</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts went through my mind in that 2 hours of reflection.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what sir said is true and I KNOW that it is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that I am aware of such a problem of "respecting the no. 1 too much" in our team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks can change a lot of things and things will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that happens. Who doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, "hope" and "faith" isn't sufficient to carry ALL OF US through. I repeat, ALL OF US. It's not you, it's not me, it's not they, it's not we. IT'S ALL OF US. We ALL have to break that barrier and come out of our constrictive mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not going to be easy to break the norm. Nobody says it is. But we'll try, even if we are left with two weeks to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, two weeks can make helluva a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope I'm not making an empty promise to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1840168108529572161?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1840168108529572161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1840168108529572161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1840168108529572161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1840168108529572161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/27th-march.html' title='27th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1700711255474015801</id><published>2009-03-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:58:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22th March</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tha FA is bent on denying Manu their third consecutive title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sent some fagot named Philip Dowd who has ZERO fking experience in referreeing. How can he give rooney that second yellow card for dissent. It's not even DISSENT. Mr Dowd, it's called quick-lets-not-waste-time-and-get-the-game going. If you dont know the rules of football, DONT BE A REFEREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we are left with a 4 point lead, which will most probably be cut to a 1-point lead, the FA are getting what they want. Or rather, what they dont want. THEY DONT WANT MANU TO WIN. Or maybe the entire FA is made up of unscrupulous liverpool fans. That is highly possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are hosting Villa next week, without VIDIC, without SCHOLES, without ROONEY. Tell me, how can we prevent a third consecutive defeat. Whatever, I hope liverpool will lose to Villa and then Rafa will be forced to admit that he suck and liverppol sucks and shouldnt have signed that 5-year contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Fergie. Sway your wand. Perform that miracle. We need it NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, before that, please appeal to the FA about rooney's sent off, even though i dont think the screwed up FA will do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1700711255474015801?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1700711255474015801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1700711255474015801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1700711255474015801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1700711255474015801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/22th-march.html' title='22th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4290645155625017709</id><published>2009-03-18T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:58:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th March</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the big day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stick to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be afraid of pushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be afraid of feeling tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow him till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be your day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4290645155625017709?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4290645155625017709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4290645155625017709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4290645155625017709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4290645155625017709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/18th-march.html' title='18th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3220169532537161762</id><published>2009-03-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:36:40.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th March</title><content type='html'>14th March is a day I'll never want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I didn't really do my best in the 1500m race. It was a mistake and I blew the chance. But it'll be the first and the last time things like that will happen. first and last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, manu got thrashed by liverpool 1-4. It was a terrible result, conceding so many goals at home. And you know who's the culprit? Nope, it's not Vidic, although he has made several blunders during the match and even got to have an early shower. It's the referee Riley. Throughout the match, he has been disruptive, indecisive and ridiculous. He blocked so many passes and gave the ball away to the opponent so many times, not once, but twice. From that alone, what can you say about a referee who don't even know where to position himself? Next, the send-off. Does Vidic deserve a straight red card? Maybe yes maybe no. It's highly debatable. Most probably no. I think Riley was too dumb to see Rio Ferdinand, who was the last man, and not Vidic. If Vidic deserves a red card, how about the liverpool player who slided Park Ji Sung with both legs? And the worst thing about that is that Riley gave ManU the advantage, without showing any card! Fine, manu blew so many chances and liverpool took all the chances they could possibly get. well done liverpool. but it was a poor defensive approach by the kops. They're satisfied with a one goal lead and played 10 men behind the line. Wow, beautiful football! They only dared to open up the lead when manu became one man down. That's the difference between a champion and a runner-up. Manu will reflect upon what happened yesterday. And liverpool, the time for celebration is over. Time to DESPAIR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3220169532537161762?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3220169532537161762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3220169532537161762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3220169532537161762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3220169532537161762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/15th-march.html' title='15th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4931357963116433562</id><published>2009-03-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:58:00.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th March</title><content type='html'>I apologise for not updating my blog lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this week is sabbatical week. most of the sec 4 midlong-d in Investor Education. Me, ysh, junyi, irvin, alvin, zhi jian and....extra guy lester. quite slack. nothing much. just learn how to invest and trade smartly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time trial today went pretty bad. timing was horrendous. but nvm, i'll wack on saturday. ysh, you have my word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. gabra gabra was super funny. Level 1 totally owned Level 2 in Counter Strike. 15-3, 15-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm extremely exhausted after today's circuit. damn energy-sapping. oh, and the sec 1s are polluted. one of them knows the word "masturbate" already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4931357963116433562?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4931357963116433562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4931357963116433562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4931357963116433562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4931357963116433562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/9th-march.html' title='9th March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4709065021849951077</id><published>2009-03-02T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:09:12.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd March</title><content type='html'>I had a terrible night last night. okay, maybe "terrible" is too much an exaggeration but what I dreamt last night were some of my fears. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off, I dreamt that Manu lost to Tottenham in the Carling Cup Final. In my dream, I was like," wtf, how did that happen? how can we lose to tottenham?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I dreamt that I got 10 out of 20 for my Literature test. And honestly, I was abjectly crestfallen. A C6? That's bad. I hope that doesnt come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was the weird one. I dreamt that the organisers for Nationals suddenly change the cross route. Guess what? We had to run around the track for National Cross Country. That'll be like, 15 rounds?? The thought of it is a bit sian, having to run around the track for so many rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT fortunately, Manu actually won Tottenham. On penalties. phew. So this may signify that all the other weird dreams may not come true. In other words, there is a possibility that I'll excel for my Literature test, or I may flunk it terribly. I hope is the former duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I shouldnt sms today. Wait a while. Be patient. Dont rush into things. Right irvin? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4709065021849951077?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4709065021849951077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4709065021849951077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4709065021849951077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4709065021849951077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-march.html' title='2nd March'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1096514807657027642</id><published>2009-02-27T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:06:30.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night (27 Feb-28Feb)</title><content type='html'>I cant sleep again. I lay on the bed for two hours, but i just can't fall asleep. I think i have a serious problem of insomnia. shit la. I am so energized that I am doing homework now, despite having had a timetrial just now. The worse thing is that I have another timetrial tomorrow. wtf.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i typed this at 2:06AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1096514807657027642?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1096514807657027642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1096514807657027642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1096514807657027642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1096514807657027642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-middle-of-night-27-feb-28feb.html' title='In the middle of the night (27 Feb-28Feb)'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5785880760489826389</id><published>2009-02-27T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:38:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Feb</title><content type='html'>Another day passed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran steeple 2000m today. The result wasnt exactly up to my expectations, but it was still alright. After which, the whole team played soccer. I must say the Alvin is really Petr Cech. He's not-so-tall, but he's superbly brilliant at goalkeeping. He saved a volley from Fang, which was supposed to be unstoppable. Kudos to Alvin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of us then went to Prince for dinner. had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1500m timetrial awaits me tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5785880760489826389?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5785880760489826389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5785880760489826389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5785880760489826389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5785880760489826389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/27th-feb.html' title='27th Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-109146008268399548</id><published>2009-02-25T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:21:28.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Feb</title><content type='html'>today training was rather wasted. mainly because i didnt really make an effort to complete the circuit. probably was too tired. but i'm looking forward to friday's trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard about Coldplay, but i didnt really listen to their songs. their songs are alright, i guess. but there are some coldplay songs that aren't bad at all. I prefer fall out boy though, with their rock and bam and their music. good charlotte isn't bad either; their rock is one of the bests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do biology SPA now. And the thought of having to do HRP irks me. I love to procrastinate. And I hate that I love to procrastinate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-109146008268399548?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/109146008268399548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=109146008268399548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/109146008268399548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/109146008268399548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/25th-feb.html' title='25th Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5864488211553278304</id><published>2009-02-23T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:10:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23th Feb</title><content type='html'>Zhi Hao was super funny today. He actually got 54/70 for his Chinese essay, but just because he handed up late, our chinese teacher deducted 50% off his original mark. So that is like, from 54 to 27!! HAHHAHAHAHA!!! FROM A1 TO F9!! FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE DEEPEST LEVEL OF HELL HAHA. He was initially quite du-lan about his marks and the injustice, but after that, we all laugh it off :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking china studies paper tomorrow and chemistry test. haha. how am i going to study for china studies????? But I hope I can get A1 for Chemistry test. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was alright. I thought I had to run the trials, but did not need to eventually yay. Then we all played soccer. Me=Anderson. And I screwed up the game shit. I rate my peformance to be 4/10. sad face. But Anderson shall find his form back. Alvin aka Petr Cech, beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite a number of people told me not to say things so explicitly. Well, I dont care lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5864488211553278304?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5864488211553278304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5864488211553278304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5864488211553278304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5864488211553278304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/23th-feb.html' title='23th Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7127557662242719167</id><published>2009-02-20T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:11:02.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th February</title><content type='html'>Today is a brilliant day. I love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was highly motivational. I broke my PB for 8km and I want to do it again. My spirits are rather high now!! I want to be in the Top 10. It may be tough, but I'll try nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Si Heng had a hole in his shin. super gross. He fell into the drain or something. What I heard was that he tried so hard to avoid falling into the drain that he fell into the drain. zai boh! lol. Sorry siheng :D hope you get your hole sealed soon! (I'm a wonderful friend haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did a miraculous thing today. I SCORED A GOAL AGAINST ALVIN COS HE WAS NOT-SO-TALL!! I pumped the ball so high that I was banking on him making a blunder. How much smarter can I get? :D:D:D (again, I'm a wonderful friend) Sorry alvin for highlighting such a senstive issue, but I think it should be recorded in the history books because you're too imbah as a keeper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have been a great friend today. *Pats myself and says "good job weilun"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7127557662242719167?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7127557662242719167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7127557662242719167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7127557662242719167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7127557662242719167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/20th-february.html' title='20th February'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-462801664294629298</id><published>2009-02-18T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:37:42.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Feb</title><content type='html'>I learnt a new word. French word. "Jouissance". Don't try to google it. Unless you are alone. HEED THIS ADVICE. SERIOUSLY. DON'T. DON'T. DON'T. I harbour no harmful intentions in stating this word. Please, dont google, yahoo, msn or whatever it. REALLY DON'TT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tmr's the geog test. And I am so prepared....NOT. What to do? I have no choice but to learn new topics I have never heard of before. So wish me luck. lots of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quite surprised by the sms today. lol. random but i don't mind randomness :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-462801664294629298?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/462801664294629298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=462801664294629298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/462801664294629298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/462801664294629298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/18th-feb.html' title='18th Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7324178330575824081</id><published>2009-02-12T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:53:51.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th February</title><content type='html'>I havent posted for a looooonngg time. sry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first, only the first, test week is over. almost all the sciences and the maths are dealt with, erm, except for chemistry. Maths was total screw-up. I was really emo about my results. Careless! Careless! No point lamenting now, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second test week will be tougher. Using the word "tough" is a cliche but I can't find any other word to describe the gruelling week I'm going to face next week. It's the humanities tests week. really insane. History + Literature + China Studies Studies (I know, wtf right?!) + Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget about the competitions I have over the weekend. How am I gonna to study?!&lt;br /&gt;I shant say that I have been procrastinating about studying for my humanities this week because I SIMPLY HAVE NO TIME. This is a valid reason, and it aint an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I have learnt to pick up some (n!gg3r) slang from Zhi Hao. It's really cool! Bang Bang Stick Stick! super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent talked to her for one whole week now. I couldnt find anything to converse about. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks sh and hs and mr sng for your consolation. i will strive for de better. yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7324178330575824081?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7324178330575824081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7324178330575824081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7324178330575824081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7324178330575824081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/12th-february.html' title='12th February'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8375577376479847024</id><published>2009-02-07T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:56:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Feb</title><content type='html'>Just came back from road relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didnt perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will train harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get my confidence back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be strong in every race i participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well so that I can attain my goals for Nationals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8375577376479847024?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8375577376479847024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8375577376479847024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8375577376479847024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8375577376479847024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/7th-feb.html' title='7th Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6710161627717990610</id><published>2009-02-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:09:57.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th February</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH. KARAOKE PARTY IS THE FUNNEST GAME EVERRRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karaoke.com/"&gt;www.karaoke.com&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6710161627717990610?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6710161627717990610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6710161627717990610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6710161627717990610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6710161627717990610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/6th-february.html' title='6th February'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5611240580174197130</id><published>2009-02-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:06:11.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Feb</title><content type='html'>today's training was quite meng. weights and PT. no strength left lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and sir today was quite funny. he teased me about the "she" in my blog. lol. luckily I didnt put her name. then sir go around asking. hahhahaa. secret!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much on  today actually. except that alvin ong keeps on niao-ing me on federer's loss. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont cry, federer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5611240580174197130?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5611240580174197130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5611240580174197130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5611240580174197130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5611240580174197130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-feb.html' title='2nd Feb'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4915005291511554561</id><published>2009-01-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:40:57.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st Jan</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of the month. the first month of the year. The first month will always pass very slowly, but the subsequent months will pass so fast that i will have to use siheng as an example of "fast". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's training was helluva fun. Yes, we have training on Saturdays. It was a super, super long run. Siheng said we ran for 2 hours, approximately for about 15 km. lol.&lt;br /&gt;The route:&lt;br /&gt;HCI&gt;MGS&gt;McDonalds (KAP)&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic&gt; SIM University&gt;Holland Village&gt;Farrer Road&gt; SMGS&gt; Coronation Plaza (yay!) &gt; HCI&lt;br /&gt;Very fun route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's going on and I dont know what she's thinking. I mean, I dont know how she feels. She's too smart to reveal much. Sooner or later, it will be the time for The Confession. And thank god Irvin saved me from becoming gay lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4915005291511554561?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4915005291511554561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4915005291511554561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4915005291511554561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4915005291511554561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/31st-jan.html' title='31st Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7520628099075543534</id><published>2009-01-26T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:09:46.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Jan</title><content type='html'>I'm so guilty. I keep playing fifa online non-stop. I need to get it off my mind. damn. I wasted a lot of time on it. Okay, all these tell me that... I'M ADDICTED. @$#@!$$@!% What a time to be addicted to computer games. And to think that I actually &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that I'm addicted. wth man. I dont care, I'm gonna forget about it. For my studies, running and family. I havent been cherishing family time this weekend. omg, come to think of it, i feel sooo guilty. hey siheng, i'm gonna kick off that addiction FOR YOU. haha kidding. lol I not gay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know alex reads my blog. I reckon it's all siheng's doing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was quiet. I expected fireworks. But the only thing that flickered was the flame that kept the steamboat at 100 degrees. This CNY is the saddest CNY ever. really. So many family problems. I witnessed one of my relatives crying because of a family problem. And heard how another one sobbed over her mother's death. It's really sad. Everything just had to happen during CNY. What was supposed to be a joyous period became so heart-wrenching. sigh. but what to do? It's the adult world. R21. Not that we dont want to help, we cant. I really wish that I could say something, do anything at all, to help them hold back those tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7520628099075543534?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7520628099075543534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7520628099075543534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7520628099075543534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7520628099075543534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/26th-jan.html' title='26th Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3295261839589437889</id><published>2009-01-24T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:24:31.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th Jan</title><content type='html'>It has been a wacky week, especially since there was the international science forum for youths. well, there's no need to elaborate on this,right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's assembly was highly controversial. Yes, I know it's unbelievable that our Hwa Chong assembly discussions will ever be anything interesting. After what happened on thursday, I was convince that we're living in a highly suppressed society, not permitting much freedom of speech. I hope I dont get into deep shit by saying this, but the thought of it all is irksome. We may be a school of distinction on the surface, but deep down, we are nothing but a bunch of scardy-cats who are afraid of airing their views. I know, it's the result of society. I know, some things cannot be said in the open. I know, it is always wrong to be radical and cynical, especially in our kind of society. I know, even if people make attempts to change things, things aren't going to change &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;easily. But I don't know why a student, so analytical and courageous, get scolded for stating his opinions. Maybe he wasnt being very objective. But well, nobody is objective. We all have our set of beliefs and opinions, for instance, different people believe in different religions. You can't just force a set of beliefs down someone's throat! Or punish them for not swallowing YOUR opinions!! It's supposed to be a democratic state, isnt it? Maybe not, maybe not... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siheng wants to be the steeple king (which I think he will be)   and...&lt;br /&gt;she (you-konw-who) wants to be the sleeping king.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Their messages are so complementary. How adorable! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3295261839589437889?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3295261839589437889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3295261839589437889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3295261839589437889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3295261839589437889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/24th-jan.html' title='24th Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5384995607015045133</id><published>2009-01-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:35:53.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Jan</title><content type='html'>was kinda disappointed by the fact that I wasnt able to run the SAA. I felt &lt;em&gt;left out &lt;/em&gt;when everyone in the team except for me. But it was actually a blessing in disguise, I thought. I was telling myself repeatedly that I have to go for it, fight for it, train really hard, all so that I can be nationals top 10. No doubt it's a dream but I hope so dearly for it do become reality. Jun Yi is doing great and will do even better if he wasnt injured. Now I shouldnt target joo ern or guangyan. I should be setting higher targets if I want to achieve more! So I set siheng as my benchmark. Well, there's this part of my brain that constantly reminds me that siheng is too fast for me to catch up. But nonetheless, I will try my best, like how rocky did in ALL his boxing matches. In the burning heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can say that I'm kinda motivated. Hopefully my enthusiasm will last me till the end of track season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we (hwachong) are holding the International Science Forum for Youths. And she's a participant!! I hope I can say hi to her sometime. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5384995607015045133?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5384995607015045133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5384995607015045133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5384995607015045133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5384995607015045133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/20th.html' title='20th Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6408814603190103738</id><published>2009-01-17T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:09:22.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Jan</title><content type='html'>There was quite a lot of things going on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the super meaningful CIP at Payar Lebar. One group of us actually gave food to a poor uncle who survived on nothing more than pensions. So we had adopted that family. We befriended him. And I enjoyed that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had the SAA x-country race. Sadly, I couldnt run. cos of my illness. But my absence from the race made me think more. I want to run the Nationals. I want to dare to dream. Maybe my enthusiam only last today, but I hope I train really really hard so that I can run in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, actually that's not a lot. But these two events took up my entire day. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Manchester United's match against Bolton... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6408814603190103738?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6408814603190103738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6408814603190103738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6408814603190103738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6408814603190103738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/17th-jan.html' title='17th Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1793230610064486001</id><published>2009-01-13T04:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:37:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th Jan</title><content type='html'>knn, I feel so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu, sore throat, fever, blocked nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i recover before the race on saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1793230610064486001?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1793230610064486001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1793230610064486001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1793230610064486001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1793230610064486001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/13th-jan.html' title='13th Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5658773085641803020</id><published>2009-01-09T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:50:25.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th January</title><content type='html'>Whoa, what a long week! These five days seemed like forever! Not surprisingly, teachers gave us the perfect weekend we yearn for by throwing us tons of work. Kudos to them for attempting such a brave method to carve us into leaders of the future. I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers aren't as horrible as last year, I hope. At least I see some hope in my physics and chemistry. Let's pray that things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my legs are aching like some dog. The thigh muscles hurt whenever I walk up and down the stairs. lol. And there's the all comers meet tomorrow!! And sunday of course. I'm a bit anxious cos this will be my first race for at least one year. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5658773085641803020?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5658773085641803020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5658773085641803020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5658773085641803020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5658773085641803020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/9th-january.html' title='9th January'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-922773872756512662</id><published>2009-01-06T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:33:48.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th January</title><content type='html'>A bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school = bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing: My charger screwed up. I can't use my laptop anymore cos there isn't any power! wtf! I can only use yong hwee's charger because his laptop model is exactly the same as mine. shit man. I dont dare to risk charging it with other types of charger cos I'm afraid of fireworks at ground level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-922773872756512662?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/922773872756512662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=922773872756512662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/922773872756512662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/922773872756512662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/6th-january.html' title='6th January'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1472235237833452344</id><published>2009-01-03T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:17:23.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th January</title><content type='html'>School reopened on Friday. Which totally stinks. But it feels kinda good wearing long pants, although it's a little warm. And CSE Orientation was... not very appealing. Maybe it's just the first day of the orientation, but everyone seems so uninterested. So on the first day of school, we have received our first piece of assignment, not very surprising actually. The amount of work SLim gave out in a matter of minutes foreshadow the tonnes and loads of work we're gonna get throughout the year. screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally joined the physics tuition. Was a bit expensive so I vow to study hard. The teacher was quite good in explaining the theories, but he spent some of the time talking about curry and potatoes. That isn't good by the way. I do hope that my physics will improve as a result of going to the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, several of us had the 8km time trial. Not many people turned up. Only about 10 I think. Siheng did what he could do best - break his own PB. AGAIN. Yeah, you heard rightly, he broke his personal best again. He has a lot of chance this year, really. As for me, I got 35 mins for the trial. It was quite an exhausting run for me. So well, I feel that it was a good time for me. So my next target will be sub 33 min!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1472235237833452344?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1472235237833452344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1472235237833452344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1472235237833452344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1472235237833452344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/4th-january.html' title='4th January'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3998251698311479369</id><published>2008-12-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:41:29.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Jan</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's a new year! again! time flies, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to a more serious note...&lt;br /&gt;What is justice? I shall direct this question to all Liverpool FC fans who think that Steven Gerrard didn't commit any crime even though he apparently assaulted somebody at a club. Why shouldn't he be punished for his immature behaviour? Is it because he is the "best midfielder in the world" currently? Or is it that the British authorities are all liverpool fans? And what irks me even more is the fact that Rafael Benetiz, the not-exactly-a-winner, gave Steven Gerrard his full-est support. I have a strong feeling that our beloved best-midfielder-in-the-world will be let off the hook, for the mere reason that he is an entertainer on the football stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he get jailed like what happened to Joey Barton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shan't be so negative anymore. It's New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3998251698311479369?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3998251698311479369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3998251698311479369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3998251698311479369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3998251698311479369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-jan.html' title='1st Jan'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7633414290758654163</id><published>2008-12-29T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:04:55.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Great, my cable TV failed on me. That means no EPL, no HBO, no Star World, and no VJAY channel. Damn, I'll miss that channel. So last Sunday, I had to occupy myself with the mundane programmes of Channel 5. And there was this movie called Little Secrets which was screened in the afternoon. Guess what, the lead actress of the film was damn pretty, in my opinion. BUT HEY, I still think Taylor Swift is number 1 okay. It's just that I'm now kinda infactuated with Evan Rachel Woods. Oh gosh, she is a real beauty. She has great looks, great figure but her taste for guys is quite lousy actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the gorgeous Jewish beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 490px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/celeb-profiles-actress/even-rachel-wood/pictures/even-rachel-wood-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravishly beautiful, isn't she? So currently, she's having a really tough fight with Taylor Swift for the No.1 spot on my Hottest Female Celebreties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a blessing in disguise when my cable TV broke down. Way to go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7633414290758654163?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7633414290758654163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7633414290758654163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7633414290758654163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7633414290758654163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/29th-dec.html' title='29th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7160260473730699573</id><published>2008-12-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:16:07.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Dec</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just came back from Australia and the place was beautiful, to say the least. The beach was gorgeous, so were the ladies and babes :P Everything was great! I had a wonderful time with my family at theme parks, at the beach. Aussie girls are pretty, really. Haha, me and my wishful thoughts. The thing I'll probably miss most is the fact that I don't have anything to worry about when I was in Australia. Nothing, mind ya, nothing. And I totally enjoyed ogling. Alright, enough of the beach babes and hotties and bikinis. The theme parks were the highlights of the trip, especially DreamWorld and Whitewater World where the Aussies don't wear as much :D I love that a lot, but it was hard to express myself since I was there with my family. Haha, but yeah, apart from the babes, life in Australia is very carefree as compared to that of Singapore. What's the difference? Hmph, a helluva difference I tell you. I really do appreciate that my parents brought us there. Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Australia yesterday late in the evening. And I was welcomed home by a unprecedented knock in the head off the table edge. What did I do wrong? I was just removing my shoes and when I stood up, BAMM...my head started to bleed profusely. Rivers of blood gushes out of my scalp, scaring the wits out of my parents. Nah, it ain't so serious. My head just bled rather sparsely. But still, it's a pretty unfortunate thing that my head bled. Why aren't we born with eyes on the back of our head??? I got the kind of welcome gift most people will not accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH  MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS TO ALL. Hope everyone has enjoyed a gorgeous christmas like I did when I walked down the streets of Australia on the 25th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent my afternoon watching The Duchess. Quite a nice movie. There were some erotic parts but nothing obscene. Wow, I have to say that Kiera Knightley really is a good actress. It was a bit like The Other Boleyn Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this really interesting article about teenage sex...and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Researchers in Japan have found out that no breakfast will lead to earlier sex. Nope, you didn't hear me wrongly. They could actually come up with such a theory. Read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/lifestyle/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1855377"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/lifestyle/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1855377&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the researchers link no breakfast to earlier sex is utterly stupid, I should say. Unbelievably dumb and lame. Lame is the word to use. Sex, in my opinion (and I believe many others' too), is a choice of one's will. It's up to oneself to decide whether he/she wants an earlier sex, unless he/she is unfortunately an unwilling party. Breakfast has absolutely nothing to teenage sex. If it has, lots of people in Singapore will be jailed for underage sex by now. Nothing to argue here. Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to my grandma's house now. Happy belated christmas once again!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7160260473730699573?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7160260473730699573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7160260473730699573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7160260473730699573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7160260473730699573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/27th-dec.html' title='27th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8180873225277880510</id><published>2008-12-19T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:33:09.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Dec</title><content type='html'>TAYLOR SWIFT IS BY FAR THE COOOLEST SINGER IN THE MUSIC INDUSTRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, poof! I spent the entire afternoon surfing the internet for videos on taylor swifts, on youtube. And her videos are super nice to watch. And funny too. Shit man, even Taylor Swift is my desktop wallpaper. Take that, xujie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Go to Taylor Swift's Youtube Channel NOWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/taylorswift"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/taylorswift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's time. I'm leaving for Australia in like 3 hours time. I'll miss Taylor Swift A LOT. I'll miss training A LOT too. But I won't miss Singapore. Screw off, Singapore. Lol, I sound like as if I'm leaving for another BSC trip. See ya guys in Australia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8180873225277880510?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8180873225277880510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8180873225277880510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8180873225277880510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8180873225277880510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/20th-dec.html' title='20th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-4792294808117594561</id><published>2008-12-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:27:24.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th Dec</title><content type='html'>Okay, things are getting tough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Xu Ying is back and training, competition is intense. His return is great, really. Great for the entire team. I am so glad that he came back. But if only I don't have that lingering knee pain, I would have been one of the 09 probables. Okay, fine, I am worried. I am worried about my knee injury hitting real hard on me. I am worried about not performing well during training. I am worried about not competing next year. I know I should not be worrying too much and I swear I will stop worrying so much. But let me lament a little. It's tough coping with my injury. And this injury doesnt go away &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; easily. Even though my chances are rather limited now because of my knee injury, I promise I will fight back. Shit god damn I will. Maybe I'm ranting about all these because of sir's blog, but I hope this drive to fight back stays in him. I guess that's sir's intention in making the segregation in the team that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my chances will not take a dive when I tell sir that I am leaving for Australia for a week. One whole week away for training seems long enough now. But it's a family obligation and I will love to go Australia again. I just cannot feel at ease about leaving training and everything. However, I'll see what I can do overseas. Maybe let my knee rest, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Xu Ying. You're doing real well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I aint giving up yet, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-4792294808117594561?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4792294808117594561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=4792294808117594561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4792294808117594561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/4792294808117594561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/15th-dec.html' title='15th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8943764670752600146</id><published>2008-12-10T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:53.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th Dec</title><content type='html'>There is this really really funny video I stumped upon on youtube. The title of the song already says a lot about the video. hahhahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giveeeeeeeeeeeee it upppppppp for............"Jizz in My Pants" !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah, it's a super funny vid. Laughed my ass off while watching the video. hahaha Held up a grape...and I jizz-ed in my pants :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8943764670752600146?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8943764670752600146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8943764670752600146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8943764670752600146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8943764670752600146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/10th-dec.html' title='10th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-612894118204835190</id><published>2008-12-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:19:53.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th Dec</title><content type='html'>Yipee, my mum bro and sis are back from Langkawi. And my poor cousin, got bitten by mosquitos on the eye and the ear. Mighty OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the NTUC Book Giveaway thingy. I was there as a volunteer but I didnt do no shit. It was freaking boring and rather pointless. But I realised how morally upright Siheng was. Well, he's morally upright in a good sense. Totally slack CIP for me cos I am a slacker who does no shit but slack in the classroom ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. So tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-612894118204835190?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/612894118204835190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=612894118204835190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/612894118204835190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/612894118204835190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/9th-dec.html' title='9th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6388811699596602873</id><published>2008-12-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:39:58.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Dec</title><content type='html'>yay. Man U won Sunderland 1-0. An intense match. The result was only decided at the very last minute, literally. It was a brilliant 30 yard attempt from Michael Carrick, followed by an easy Vidic tap-in. I didnt watch the match, but the I did watch the highlights. Berbatov had so many chances, especially that header. Grrr, what a poor finish. And I forsee that Man U will not take away 3 points at White Hart Lane. This is apparent because we will have to miss 3 key players: Patrice Evra and Wayne Rooney through suspension, and of course our European Footballer of the Year Cristiano Ronaldo, who got a bang in the hip during the Sunderland match. Damn, three on form players. It's all right, we still have Carrick, Fletcher, Anderson, Park, Ferdinand, Vidic, Rafael, Berbatov (er...maybe not) and TEVEZ. Tevez played for a meagre 30 mins for Man U last night but he still added firepower to the team's attack. I have no idea why Fergie likes to bench him so much, maybe it's because of his sarcastic comments he made against the English game earlier this year about the EPL depriving him of flaunting his creativity. But nevertheless, I hope Tevez gets to play first team football with increasing regularity. We are still title chasers man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get philosphical today. I'm gonna talk about Trust:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust applies in everything you say, everything you do, everything you here, everyone you meet, so on and so forth. There is an element of Trust in everything. Let me give you an example. When you go to the barber, you are giving him your Trust to give you a neat haircut. This may seem to be a stupid example, but it just shows that Trust applies to almost everything. When you tell the barber you want a haircut, you're giving him your Trust. And when he cuts your hair with the scissors or trim your hair with the shaver, he is performing the job you have trusted him to do. So the responsibility of upholding this Trust is on the shoulders of the barber. And what if he made a mistake and give you a terrible haircut? Is he breaking the Trust? Yes he is, regardless of whether it's intentional or unintentional. So let's say that after he broke that Trust by screwing up your hair, you make a big fuss over it. Well, there is nothing one can do after a screwed-up haircut. It's just your day. You just have to be patient and wait for your hair to grow. But because the barber made a  mistake, should you give him a second chance? Or should you find another barber who MAY (I emphasise) give you a better haircut? I say you give the poor guy a second chance. And if he performs well next time and gives you the kind of hairstyle you yearn for, the barber slowly gains back the Trust he had lost the previous time. Nevertheless, the barber will not be able to earn back that kind of Trust he had last time. Because when you blow it first time, there is no turning back. You can only look ahead and pray for the future. There is no turning back, definitely not. What done is done. And what the barber should do is to slowly gain his credibilty back, step by step. He should think of the future and forget about the unhappy past. Think positive, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a haircut today. haha, and I don't have any qualms about it. I have so many thoughts running through my head recently. And things don't look very bright. But still, I have to think positively, like the barber, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6388811699596602873?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6388811699596602873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6388811699596602873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6388811699596602873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6388811699596602873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/7th-dec.html' title='7th Dec'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-663839882984457831</id><published>2008-12-05T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:36:02.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th December</title><content type='html'>I had a time trial this morning. I thought I had a good chance to record a PB. But unexpectedly, my bowels failed on me. I guess it was yesterday's dinner that made me feel like shitting. Sigh, I believed that I was running at a considerably good pace. Nevertheless, I was quite satisfied because I ran (and walked) 8km, which is a great feat for my legs. I really do hope that I will achieve a better timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WEILUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-663839882984457831?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/663839882984457831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=663839882984457831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/663839882984457831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/663839882984457831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/5th-december.html' title='5th December'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2787982729614472734</id><published>2008-12-03T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:47:42.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3th Dec 2009</title><content type='html'>Sigh. What good times we had in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my first training since I came back from Beijing, and to say the truth, I am nothing but disappointed. It was supposed to be extensive intervals today but guess what, I gave up after the first 1km. How pathetic, eh? To be honest, I was rather disappointed because just now was the first time I felt both knees hurt simultaneously. I could see how disappointed siheng was, you know. I really wish to do well, maybe not as much as I wanted to when I was Sec2. But still, I hope to do well for cross and track. And damn the injury. I pray so hard that these injuries go off as quickly as they come. Please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about training. Fullstop because I didnt really do much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, sean, fang, yonghwee, irvin, lester, josh and I went out for lunch. A normal meal. Nothing special actually, but I really enjoyed the time together. Feels a bit like when we are in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL MISS BEIJING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2787982729614472734?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2787982729614472734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2787982729614472734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2787982729614472734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2787982729614472734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/3th-dec-2009.html' title='3th Dec 2009'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-194404280506089589</id><published>2008-11-30T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:19:52.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Beijing</title><content type='html'>hey. finally back from beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the feeling of being back isnt good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adopted a holiday mood when we were in Beijing,&lt;br /&gt;but now in Singapore, everything seems to go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe I will miss is the crazy times we all had together,&lt;br /&gt;whether it is in the dorm or outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore, life aint so carefree no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the wild nights when all of us committed sins :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to start accepting the fact that we're back in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the food in Singapore is superbly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Beijing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-194404280506089589?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/194404280506089589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=194404280506089589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/194404280506089589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/194404280506089589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-beijing.html' title='Back from Beijing'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2672352774050865605</id><published>2008-11-05T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:08:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th November</title><content type='html'>Hey. Second post, live from Beijing! It hasnt been a great week. Really, it has been terrible. I am down with sickness for the second time in a single week. I guess my body can't take the cold weather. Damn, I feel so emo about my sickness that I don't even have the appetite to eat. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore A LOT!!! I miss our Bah Chor Mee, Fried Kway Tiao, Chicken Rice, Carrot Cake, everything!!! Damn, the food here sucks. Sucks totally. Especially the school canteen's food! YUCK! I tell you something, the dishes served are freaking oily and the sight of those dishes turn people off. Okay, not just the sight of the dishes, but the mere thought and imagination of the food makes one wants to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places we visit were still alright... The only one place I liked was none other than the Bird's Nest. The Water Cube sucks, although the exterior of the place is pretty unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss home. I'm HOMESICK. I'm already homesick. Damn, I'm homesick. More than 3 more weeks to go. How torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray dearly for my brother who will be collecting his PSLE results on the 20th November. It'll be a delight if he is able to get at least a 250. That's all I ask for. A PSLE score of 250. Go dude! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a lousy day. The only thing that is positive was that Barack Obama won the presidential election race. yipee. First black President of the United States of America. Hope he can save America. He'd better have some trick up his sleeves to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2672352774050865605?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2672352774050865605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2672352774050865605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2672352774050865605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2672352774050865605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/5th-november.html' title='5th November'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6428319528821072187</id><published>2008-10-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T04:25:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Beijing!</title><content type='html'>yeah, I'm in Beijing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was pretty excited intially, but after being scammed consecutively for two days and having wasted nearly 250 yuan, my enthusiasm died out. The weather over here is bloody cold. It isnt the temperature but it was the wind that make the city cold. Super cold. Anyway, I just got my results. And guess what, I got MSG 2.00. lol. It was better than I had expected (about &gt;2.5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English    A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese   A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics   B4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry B4            (yay lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology    A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics   A2     (wtf?!??!?!?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature   A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanities Research Paper   A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanities Programme          A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assume that my HP subjects and HRP pulled my grades up, or help my MSG drop. Thank goodness. If not for HP, I believe that my MSG will exceed 2.5. Oh, and I didnt expect my Physics and Chemistry to "score so well". B4!!!!!! Whoots! Not so much to rejoice for most people, but I have a great deal to celebrate about because those two subjects are my worst ones. Wonder how the others did. I hope my class MSG is not high and can win 3H2. 3H1 is uncatchable. So much for exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the Beijing Trip, the hostel is still relatively okay. But the bed is bloody thin. There isnt any cushion at all. So we are all like sleeping on hard wooden planks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lessons in Beijing Satellite Campus were utterly BORING. I almost fell asleep on two occasions. The history lesson was interesting but the chinese literature lesson KO-ed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I guess that's all for today. We'll be going to 天安门tomorrow morning. Sigh. Hope I dont fall sick. :D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6428319528821072187?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6428319528821072187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6428319528821072187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6428319528821072187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6428319528821072187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-beijing.html' title='In Beijing!'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3984025795093166919</id><published>2008-10-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:13:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19th Oct</title><content type='html'>It has been at least 2 months since my last post. haha. I feel obliged to post something on my blog if not it will look useless and worthless. But I cant think of anything to talk about. Not anything special. I wont write a super long post either because that will look disgusting. Nevertheless, many things have happened during the two months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, exams. yay. it's over. nothing to rejoice about since I did pretty badly for my EOYs. Dont wanna talk about it. Next, Beijing. I'm leaving for Beijing tomorrow. I have my qualms with regards to this trip. This educational trip of six weeks in China. Hope it'll be fun. It better be. I hate packing my luggage. So troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we had the Festival of Sports last week. I only played one soccer match for iSpark and I thought I could have done more. In the end, our consoritum lost all three matches and is the "lousiest" of the four. We had plentiful chances to win the game. But I guess this is football. The result doesnt always go with the dynamics of the game. And I thought we were let down by our defence. We didnt have a solid defence or a strong midfield, probably because we played three man forward. But overall, it was a great performance and Binglin even hit the post. A pity we couldnt salvage a shred of pride for ourselves. A pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I will like to announce that the rankings of my favourite celebrities list have changed. Nastia Liukin dropped from top to second. Guess who's the first? It's a girl. An american girl. 19 years of age. She sings country music. She seems friendly. She's TAYLOR SWIFT!!! WOOTSWHOOTSWTHOTHSOOSHOHTWOHTOSHOHSOHTOHOHTOSWWOOHWOOTWOOOHWTOSOWOOOTOT!!!! She's No. 1 on my list. haha. I've been crazy about her over the past weeks. Thanks Xu jie for introducing her to me :D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'll be leaving for Beijing tomorrow. The city where Nastia Liukin once visited :D Good journey to me. And to everyone else who's going too. I'll train hard in BSC. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3984025795093166919?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3984025795093166919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3984025795093166919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3984025795093166919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3984025795093166919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/19th-oct.html' title='19th Oct'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-6340138322096921282</id><published>2008-09-13T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:22:13.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13th September</title><content type='html'>Latest news: Liverpool 2 Man U 1. wth man. Guess what, manu scored in the third minute by a great tevez shot but his goal was undone by our beloved wes brown. The Kop's winning goal came from forward striker, Ryan Babel. The best has yet to come: Vidic got a red card and Alvin told me Berbatov sucked like a fagot in the entire match. So much for playing football for entertainment. dear berbatov, score some goals first before you talk big. wtf. sigh. come3 on manu, you can still claim your treble. COME ON!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Fergie wants a Treble, he has to strengthen the midfield. What the hell is scholes doing on the field? He's old enough to be anderson's grandpa lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had MBTI test this morning. Pretty cool. Now I have a better understanding of who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with my family for dinner. My parent's 16th wedding anniversary. Had buffet. Quality food. Went shopping. Watched the manu-liverpool match at a liverpool fan-based pub. One of the best family outings ever. Coolest too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing for the next three weeks. rush hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-6340138322096921282?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6340138322096921282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=6340138322096921282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6340138322096921282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/6340138322096921282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/13th-september.html' title='13th September'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2039470613972457244</id><published>2008-09-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:23:21.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Sep</title><content type='html'>Can't believe holiday is over. yeah, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, we have Federer advancing into US Open Finals. one-sided match. great perfomance by Federer. Not much unforced errors made. A handful of ACEs. Beautiful shots. sustaining defence. acute slice. He deserve the finals. His victory was also probably because Djokovic was highly unpopular among the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Liukin. Ha, she has made an album with Saving Jane. It's a music album. And she's doing it for charity. So that adds to her i-am-so-likable list of traits. Liukin's working so hard for charity, and where is fang's and binglin's beloved shawn johnson. Nah, cant find her. maybe she's just right in front of me, but I cant seem to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in boarding school. mr sng has become stricter, i think. which is a good and bad thing. well, nothing more to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is horrendous. The EOYs are just two weeks away and I have 3 tests this week. How smart of the school. how smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just can't wait for the entire month to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, screw the non-existent holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2039470613972457244?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2039470613972457244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2039470613972457244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2039470613972457244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2039470613972457244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/7th-sep.html' title='7th Sep'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5303359920731871463</id><published>2008-09-01T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:44:54.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Freedom comes at a high price. Freedom is so hard to come by. Freedom is mysterious; you don't know whether it will stay with you or abandon you. Freedom's priceless. Freedom is a priviledge. Freedom makes you worry. Freedom makes you THINK. Freedom opens your mind up. Freedom comes with great responsibility. Freedom is nothing but a demand. Freedom is nothing but a necessity. Freedom makes one greedy. Freedom takes away discipline and self-control. Freedom has its limits. Freedom has no limits. Freedom is a right. Freedom is a need. Freedom is a want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I typed all these, but I'm just being random. lol. School holidays so many things to do till I can't think properly, I think. Seems so little but it is actually a lot. Seems like a lot but it is actually very little. wth. what is wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! BRADLEY MET WITH AN ACCIDENT THIS AFTERNOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing serious, I mean his condition is not serious. kah how still told me bradley is quite cheerful lol. He only got minor abrasions and a 5mm cut. haha. wah, bradley so optimistic. I got the scare of my life when i heard about it. I tell you, it's no joke. it was freakingly scary. phew. at least nothing severe happened to him. thank god. So, lesson learnt today: you'll never know what's going to happen; life's unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what came as a bad news turn out to be something good. MAYBE (this is a really big maybe) our class will a tiny-weeny united. maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5303359920731871463?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5303359920731871463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5303359920731871463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5303359920731871463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5303359920731871463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2896536355172830183</id><published>2008-08-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:13:10.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does my loyalty lie?</title><content type='html'>Time to think. Time to think real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does my loyalty lie? Mid-Long Distance? Or Pole Vault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have more or less come to a decision. A decision that will not do any good to one of the parties. It was a really hard decision to make. But I have considered these things since last week. Tough decision, I tell you. The fact that I post this message shows my willingness to train really hard for the event I want to compete in. I promise I will tell Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2896536355172830183?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2896536355172830183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2896536355172830183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2896536355172830183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2896536355172830183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-does-my-loyalty-lie.html' title='Where does my loyalty lie?'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2064597379587961161</id><published>2008-08-29T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:50:25.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 August 2008, Friday, Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>What a crazy week. A hell of a week. I know I will DEFINITELY fail my stupid physics test, but the only thing I am unsure of is whether I will get a low or a high F9. The test was absurdly hard, so hard to comprehend, and so complex. None of the questions came out in the worksheets given out by TanHC. Sigh, at least Biology Test and Biology SPA Skills went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day. Nothing extraordinary. Except that Jonathan Seng got fired by Ms Esther Cheong again. I felt rather guilty about him getting scolded because it was me who shared the teacher's day card with him. I dont know. But I just feel guilty. I told Cheong that she had misunderstood Jonathan's message for her but to no avail. Next, she requested to see Jonathan personally. What to do? I have to tell JonSeng, dont I? He took the news with grippling fear. He wrote his summary with his trembling hands. Fine, these are all exaggerations, but who wouldnt be afraid if Esther Cheong demanded to see you? However, everything was not as bad as I thought it would be, but some things she said were still deadly and merciless. Jon was fortunate because Esther didnt have the time to continue her rapidfire. Haiz, what a bad way to end teacher's day. lol, come to think of it, none of the teacher's day I had in Hwa Chong over the past few years was interesting either. sigh. It's always the same old boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today I felt especially tired. Definitely because I slept at 3am yesterday. Nah, I didnt do work. I was playing cards with Hong Wei, Jordan and Si Heng for 3 whole hours. Hard to believe? Believe it. That was probably the best bonding night we had ever since we moved into boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man U's gonna play against Zenit St Petersburg for the Euro Super Cup. No doubt it WILL BE a small title, but it will definitely be a psychological boost for the players and we all manu fans. So let's go, Anderson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nastia Liukin fever has more or less diminished. Probably due to the immense influence by Binglin and Fang. Binglin is MAD about Shawn Johnson. Fang too, not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;crazy though, but he played a great part in criticizing Nastia. However, I have to make this clear. She is still my number 1 sports woman, also my number 1 sports athelete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fang: I'll criticize Shawn Johnson only after she has grown taller. If not, I dont see any point because I will always have to use the same point to criticize her. Take that, Fang!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2064597379587961161?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2064597379587961161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2064597379587961161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2064597379587961161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2064597379587961161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/29-august-2008-friday-teachers-day.html' title='29 August 2008, Friday, Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1195180045808332148</id><published>2008-08-23T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:32:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Pitera is insanely good</title><content type='html'>Nick Pitera. The guy who sings Bleeding Love like Leona Lewis. Except that he isn't Leona Lewis. The first video is on him singing "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis, the second vid is on "No One" by Alicia Keys. a great job, i should say, not everyone can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGM53wG9-4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGM53wG9-4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1kpvef6vJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black out your screen, and you would think it is Leona Lewis and Alicia Keys. Never thought it could be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was horrible. JunYi and I had actually planned to play a tennis match early in the morning, but the weather let us down. Every other was favourable, all except the @!#%^%&amp;amp;# weather. Sigh. It's alright. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. As usual, I embarked on my task to search for Nastia Liukin. On the Internet , of course. Learned that she is a relatively good speaker and speaks with an American accent, no sign that she was Russia-born. And I tried to find all the 2008 interviews of her. So that is how I spent my morning, searching for Nastia Liukin. I can't just get enough of her. Addicted. Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I tried to blend different USA women gymnasts together. Here's my formula to the most appealing female gymnast:&lt;br /&gt;Personality of Shawn Johnson + Looks of Nastia Liukin + Body of Alicia Sacramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find any software that can create this idealistic gymnast. So no picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening was great. Watched track olympics. YES, USA OWNED IN THE RELAYS. It's alright even though USA didnt win as much gold medal as China. At least they did well in gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the Beijing Olympics 2008: Women Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the Women Gymnastics: United States of America&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the United States of America: Nastia Liukin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the link? Hence, Nastia Liukin is the highlight of the Summer Games 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1195180045808332148?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1195180045808332148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1195180045808332148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1195180045808332148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1195180045808332148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/nick-pitera-is-insanely-good.html' title='Nick Pitera is insanely good'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8064306141936958951</id><published>2008-08-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:27:51.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - End of Sabbatical Week</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Sabbatical week has come to an end. This means that lesson is going to dominate the following week. How dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out Mr Sng at Sec3 PTG. Whole evening gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo post today. Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.....Nastia Liukin is hot and she's back in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a Singaporean?!! Why?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8064306141936958951?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8064306141936958951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8064306141936958951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8064306141936958951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8064306141936958951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-end-of-sabbatical-week.html' title='Friday - End of Sabbatical Week'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7656131538032197525</id><published>2008-08-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:58:57.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis - An Addiction</title><content type='html'>So, second session of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just got better, because we got to play matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we will have to work on our serves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything else was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7656131538032197525?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7656131538032197525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7656131538032197525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7656131538032197525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7656131538032197525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tennis-addiction.html' title='Tennis - An Addiction'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-1762127924784120945</id><published>2008-08-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:18:29.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Addictive Sport Ever!</title><content type='html'>It was a great deal of fun last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any girls present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just rackets and green balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang and Shi Ping, I'm sorry for taking up the course alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone (definition) - not including either/both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sport was bloody addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is, there is no cure for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-1762127924784120945?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1762127924784120945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=1762127924784120945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1762127924784120945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/1762127924784120945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-addictive-sport-ever.html' title='Most Addictive Sport Ever!'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-5134086587336151815</id><published>2008-08-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:25:08.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nastia Liukin / Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>First and foremost: Nastia Liukin&lt;br /&gt;She's brilliant. An Olympic silver for Uneven Bars. Just too good.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, watch this youtube video first (take note of what happened at 1:58)&lt;br /&gt;And remember to unmute your speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clip lasts only for 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oeibN5wJl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oeibN5wJl4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU SEE THAT?! Apart from her incomparable elegance and utmost graciousness, she is tremendously intelligent and quick and smart and resilient. Surely no one can argue that. Even when she lost her balance and was so close to falling off the beam, Nastia thought so quickly and turned the imbalance into an aesthetic move. Perhaps that was a precaution prepared long before but still, it was quick reflexes. Look at her! Look at her actions! One word: Wow. A champion in the making (or has already been made).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's set then. I'm staying in Singapore for good. Sigh. The sabbatical week was really cool, at least for the first two days. The course is about war films and you've guessed it right, we do nothing else but watching war films and of course, discuss them. The movies were fantastic and the discussions were reasonably hmmmmm....fun. I enjoy this course a lot. Really. It's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's all fate that I am not going to Sabah. See, first of all, I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I was disappointed in withdrawing from the OBS trip, but I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that I was heaving a sigh of relief at the back of my heart. Secondly, the sabbatical course I chose highly appealed to me, though I initially didnt have any idea or confidence in my choice. But two days have passed, and I'm enjoying every single bit of the course. Thirdly, before I fell sick and transformed into a zombie last week, I was pretty much worried about my HRP after I heard from some people that the deadline is on 25th August, one day after OBS. What I felt was apprehension, worry and uncertainty. So to speak, I thought going for OBS would screw my grades. Most important of all, because I was sick, that's why I know of a US gymnast with the name of Nastia Liukin. I shan't elaborate on this (have already separated a section for her). Then I fell sick, I guess the virus was passed on to me by someone living on the same level as me (have no idea who that is course people were already sick when we checked in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these link! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is not to say that I fell sick on purpose. It's just that I was trying to understand the dilemma I face. Maybe I wished too much. Maybe I got what I wished for. Maybe it's all fate. Damn it. Maybe if there is no "maybe" I may be in Sabah now. Just one quote for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may get what you wished for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice there's a good and bad side in this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-5134086587336151815?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5134086587336151815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=5134086587336151815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5134086587336151815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/5134086587336151815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/nastia-liukin-sabbatical.html' title='Nastia Liukin / Sabbatical'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-8000289181082557343</id><published>2008-08-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:05:46.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Records</title><content type='html'>Record (1) - Michael Phelps broke Mark Splitz record of 7 gold medals in a single Games by obtaining a remarable (well, this is definitely an understatement) 8 GOLD MEDALS. The result of the 4 x 100 medley men was not unexpected, since the US team have won it for so many times. Phelp's grin explains his delight. But I still thought his victory yesterday in 100m butterfly by a hundreth of a second was the best race I have ever watched. So there we have it, our first record of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record (2) - Singapore Table Tennis. Score 3-0, in favour of China. What can I say? The gold medal has been theirs (China's) ever since the Olympics started. No sign of falter. One slice, and the singapore's team is dead. Whatever the case, we still got a medal. A silver medal. The table tennis team definitely deserve some commendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record (3) - Nastia has topped my Hottest Women Alive list. It is a record of THREE DAYS. Usually, my top hottest woman will change every day, but after three days, Nastia Liukin is still VERY VERY HOT. This is most probably because of her Russian-American look and also that I visited her website several times in the morning. A pity that she didnt win the gymnatics floor. Got second. BUT she's still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235486447002428802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKgvL0vzpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/6HSsZRGptSo/s320/pic007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLLOLLLOLLOLOLLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, wonder how OBS people are doing over at sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I keep forgetting this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record (4) - Shi Ping's still not as tall (have to be very careful with my words if not he will chase me down the streets with a chopper in his hands ). A record 929884792317465481379273107386129212837 days! Universe Record!!!! Whoots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-8000289181082557343?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8000289181082557343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=8000289181082557343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8000289181082557343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/8000289181082557343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-records.html' title='Day of Records'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKgvL0vzpYI/AAAAAAAAABw/6HSsZRGptSo/s72-c/pic007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3360460537520187535</id><published>2008-08-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:25:37.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspense</title><content type='html'>Felt much, much better today. I even thought that I was fit enought to go sabah, which in any case, is not feasible. First of all, I am still pretty unsure of my own medical condition. Secondly, Mr Chewty and Ms HuangSJ have allocated me to a new sabbatical course, and how then could I possibly change my mind at the eleventh hour? It's totally out of the question, out of my hands too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was full of suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Heng sms-ed me and said that he was sick too. Probably got the same illness as me. But his situation is worse off than mine because he realized that he was sick only this morning. So, he has very little time to make a decision on whether to go sabah or not. In the end, he obliged and decided to risk his health for the camp. I don't know whether this is a good decision but I pray that he come back in one piece, alive and kicking. So remember to take your medicine dude, if you want to survive at the camp. *Crossing my fingers really tight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next suspense of the day was when Michael Phelps battled for his 7th olympic gold medal. how amazingly unsurprising. He won by a hundreth of a second. brilliant. "absolutely brilliant" was the only thing the commentator could say. his arm movement was so fast that he managed to touch the wall before Milorad Cavic could reach the end. Phelp's gold medal was not as convincing though, because his victory in 100m butterfly was the result of a mixture of luck and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third suspense. Played Call of Duty 3 on PS2. kept dying and couldn't seem to find a way out. Squandered about 2 hours. damn it. but the game was a hell lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth suspense. Usain Bolt won the 100m Men's final. 9.69 sec. World record. And the guy's only 21 years old. what can i say? easy race for him, no fight from any of his opponents, not even Powell (got fifth I think) or Tyson Gay (didnt even qualify for finals). He still has a lot to show the world that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final suspense. "A girl". On Yu Song's tagboard. knows who she is. ask yu song for her name to confirm. he did not oblige. but he said "she is a brilliant athlete". how did he know who she is? God, I just wasted like 30 secs of my life typing this (not-so-useful) paragraph. No offense (varies on different people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I want to go sabah so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3360460537520187535?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3360460537520187535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3360460537520187535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3360460537520187535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3360460537520187535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/suspense.html' title='Suspense'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2403829997055080309</id><published>2008-08-15T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:44:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime for Passion</title><content type='html'>Today was well, short. Literally and figuratively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short (1) - I was sick (at least much better now). So I went to school like a zombie, emitting oozy fluid from my nose every 2 minutes. Finally, I could not take it and went to see a doctor with Mr Sng. Thanks to him. Oh yeah, I got like damn high B4 for my geography- 64%. Okay, this is getting out of hand, why am I always so unlucky to miss that meagre half mark which could have given me a B3? That's it, this is the third test that I missed out a higher grade by half a mark. How unfortunate. Couldn't spot any marks to fight for though. Besides, I was so sick that I was praying for the test paper checking to end soon, so it's not likely of me to bleed for that miserable half mark. But whatever the case, I am quite contented with my marks because I expected myself to get a C6, hence the smiley face. But the whole thing was kinda ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short (2)- Mr Sng brought me to see a doctor. So I get to skip chinese lesson (heard from Goh Id that I got 62% for Chinese- at least it's not a high B4). Mr Sng was really nice, because he specially took time out to bring me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short (3)- The consultation with the doctor was tremendously short- less than 5 minutes. I now know how priceless time is, with you having to pay $7 for a minute wasted. The visit to the doctor thus came as a price, at a costly sum of $35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short (4)- I slept like 3-4 hours in the afternoon when I came home because I felt terribly ill. Went to bed at about 2pm, and BAMN, it was already 6pm when I woke up, seeing Singapore's table tennis team celebrating as if they have become champions. Well, but they truly deserve the finals and oh finally, we can get a medal! We'll definitely get a medal, the problem is just the colour of the medal. I guess it'll be shimmering, shiny, eye-catching and a-colour-not-too-different-from-white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short (5)- Watched a tiny bit of olympics. Women Gymnastics!!!! Nastia Liukin has a pretty face, and reasonably good figure. YES! USA finally won their first gymnastics gold medal, and it came from Nastia! So by looking at her, time really flies, and before I knew it, she was already on the podium, standing tall above Shawn Johnson and a Chinese gymnast. Nastia is my new female superstar. Do look out for her! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234728779063099698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKV-FvuSATI/AAAAAAAAABM/TrBBAM4fUHU/s320/3gym081508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Damn, I missed the 8km time trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nastia Liukin is sizzling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Short (6)- Shi Ping's short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2403829997055080309?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2403829997055080309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2403829997055080309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2403829997055080309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2403829997055080309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/crime-for-passion.html' title='Crime for Passion'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKV-FvuSATI/AAAAAAAAABM/TrBBAM4fUHU/s72-c/3gym081508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-2948211618110357085</id><published>2008-08-14T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:19:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Everything has gone terribly wrong today. well, almost. But the good thing didnt turn out to be a good thing after all, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the day horribly with a freaking sore throat. I thought this sore throat was unavoidable. Every swallow was pure torture. Every sip of water is like drinking poision. Every mouthful of food burns my throat. Every word I say feels like I have been strangled really hard. It's plain torture. It's more than pain.I can't do anything about it, except to pray that this is just temporary and hoping that my cough medicine will cure my sore throat problem. If only a miracle will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got B3 for Chemistry. Quite contented with my marks because it is finally not a 'C' grade. But it would gave been better if Kong just give me ever-so-precious half mark that will pull my grade up to an A2. It's the same as Biology. 24/30 for both subjects, just half more mark to A2. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SLim called for 3H3 to meet him at 11am. Of course, it couldnt be more than a nagging session. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a roaring session. He repeated continuously that our class have regressed ever since term 1. Honestly, our class doesnt really have class spirit- we all work individually and there are also cliques in our class. The Aphelion people hang out together, then Ming-Joel-Ephraim, then the Pro-edians. We do not mix around with one another. The whole scolding session was mainly because of our dipping grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the whole scolding session worse was that SLim openly commended me (and Kah How) in the middle of the scolding. Like WTH, why couldnt he choose a better time to do that (if it is really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; neccesary)? I feel extremely awkard and embarrassed (ironically) because I got praised when everyone else in the class got blasted. Oh god, I am extremely worried about things between me and my class. I was wondering whether they will think that I am arrogant and proud because of the history test incident. Guys, I really am not proud of it, and honestly speaking, I feel rather guilty for scoring such marks. I dont want people to misunderstand me as being a show-off or an arrogant asshole. really, I dont want to have poor relationships with my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how hard it is to be modest. I also realise that being in the spotlight is not nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer match for third placing was rather disappointing. We lost 5-2 to Siheng's team. I didnt play cos I was sick. Saw the looks on Lester's and Junyi's faces. Disappointment. Dejection. Dread. Why dread? Dread that more goals are bound to be scored against them. I am so sorry guys for falling sick. sorry. I admit I contributed very little to the team and any credit should go to the other members and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an emo post, one that I have not written for some time. But today is a good day for reflection, since so many things have happened all within 24 hours. Hope dearly that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-2948211618110357085?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2948211618110357085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=2948211618110357085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2948211618110357085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/2948211618110357085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-3646947189762381473</id><published>2008-08-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:38:59.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money No Enough</title><content type='html'>Lol. National Day yesterday. How exciting. One can actually predict the performances at the NDP. Come on, every year is so similar tht i wonder why S'poreans still bother watching the NDP. And god bless the earth, the fireworks presentation was plain boring, if you compare it with that of the Beijing Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to watch Money No Enough 2. Was alright I guess. Extremely critical of the government, which is why I enjoyed the sarcasm a lot. Jack Neo may have directed (and acted) in many movies, but I dont think any one of which has stood out prominently. All of his movies revolve around the same themes: family, love, society, etc. And his movies always come with criticisms of the government. He should change his paradigm towards movie-making, in my opinion. Well, what's for me to critique him? His "Money No Enough 2" was still watch-able but not exceptionally captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-3646947189762381473?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3646947189762381473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=3646947189762381473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3646947189762381473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/3646947189762381473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-no-enough.html' title='Money No Enough'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-39967122720410133</id><published>2008-08-08T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:08:56.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th August</title><content type='html'>National Celebrations today, nothing interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played street soccer for Balls and Post. Thought my goalkeeping was really really really bad and sucky. Sorry guys, those goals are my fault. Am feeling guilty about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 8km time trial at Mac. Thought the timing was reasonable for me : 36:17. Just have to take things slowly, and progressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home from Boarding school. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-39967122720410133?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/39967122720410133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=39967122720410133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/39967122720410133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/39967122720410133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/8th-august.html' title='8th August'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579303743606130918.post-7008477485889159134</id><published>2008-08-05T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:02:02.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 5th, 2008</title><content type='html'>Boring day. Class phototaking, stupid hip-hop, maths understandable, Biology as funny, Chemistry-what to say, Eng: Ms Dry, according to Goh ID, then killer physics spa test. killer ie it was bloody hot in that torture chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, boarding school connection is damn fast. yipee. tmr go immigration centre to make IC. means have to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, Hip-Hop lesson was stupid. The dumbest ever. That ponytailer (Hip Hop instructor) couldn't be more bastard than he was today. Thank god it was the last lesson. He wanted everyone class to perform in front of others. So we were like OMGWTFBBQ. But then we still obliged. 3H2 went first then 3H3. Lol. That ponytailer suddenly talked about some juggler learning things fastest when he has been encouraged. Like WTF, I DONT SEE THE FCUKING LINK. Then I damn buai song him then say him "Quick LAR". Then he just stared at me like some assh***. Then just continue. then dance dance dance. I was quite worried that he would confront him. But phew, nothing happened. Then when I went back to boarding school, Jun Yi said the ponytailer was damn pissed today (the period after my PE lesson when the SMTPers have their PE). Lol. Instantaneously, I know the reason why. Of course it is me lar! zzz. He was so pissed then he started hurling vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. At least I learnt something today. lame hip hop lessons. Like as if we gained much from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579303743606130918-7008477485889159134?l=mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7008477485889159134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579303743606130918&amp;postID=7008477485889159134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7008477485889159134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579303743606130918/posts/default/7008477485889159134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewleaseoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-5th-2008.html' title='August 5th, 2008'/><author><name>weilun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199935907454053549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44pKeZZzpAQ/SKZgBVxqnxI/AAAAAAAAABY/k9QXRLThKJo/S220/P3110350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
