<?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-9776880</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:46:09.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhi Xuan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-5095155373872321217</id><published>2008-07-12T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:38:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right so...</title><content type='html'>Daijoubu sou itte mita kedo sona hazu nai desho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Sometimes you can't do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-5095155373872321217?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5095155373872321217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=5095155373872321217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/5095155373872321217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/5095155373872321217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-so.html' title='Right so...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-6696108702348176688</id><published>2008-04-27T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:10:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It fell apart</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Incoming WOT (Wall of Text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost writing usually means writing/co-writing a book/article under another person's name. This is posting very infrequently, and meant for the reader who chances upon this blog or decides to see what an acquaintance's old blog was like. This is ghost writing in a sense that I write, but nobody knows that I am writing. Ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Fall Apart. Things change, and more often than not, they fall apart. Between each of my post, there have been many changes, for good or for worse. What you may find as life's constant may very well change the next day. Say a very close friend suddenly tells you "I'm migrating." Cliche? It still hurts when such things happen. It is easy to just shrug it off and say "Move on you tool..." but can you really move on? Leave everything behind and just pretend it all never happened? Then again, consider the alternative. Imagine not trying to leave it all behind and instead let it haunt you for an indefinite period of time. Its your life, you choose. Never forget that things fall apart. Its only a matter of when. It sounds pessimistic but when you think about it, the be all end all of life is still death. Sure, you may come to accept it as you grow older, but in the end, life still falls apart. Now let's not get all gloomy and dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to previous example. So your friend says "I'm migrating." Remember this is one of your closest friends. What will you do? I can't say much really but I do have one piece of advice. It is NOT death. It is not the ultimate be all end all of life. Your friend (hereafter referred to as Y) is migrating, leaving the country and not walking through a portal to the realm-of-no-return. Also, it would be foolish to spend the last few times you'll meet each other in the near future (read 10 years. Discuss) going all "gloomy and dreary" as mentioned in previous post. I say forget that anything is happening and be NORMAL. Now imagine if you spent your last few moments with Y moping, sulking and cutting your wrists. Assuming the worst that you never meet Y again, your last memories will be moping, sulking and losing blood. I can't speak for the general public but I say that isn't fun. Very importantly too, so Y is migrating. The preferred choice of transport would obviously be the aeroplane. Its nice and convenient and you don't get seasick. Swimming is a bad choice, I hear water isn't good for your luggage but I don't know. So private runways aside, you normally go to the airport to see Y off. Here's Tip#3. Don't mope,sulk or cut anybody's wrists. Also, don't cry. Fun fun fun.... fun. This is THE last memory you're gonna have with Y. Tell all friends present. DON'T CRY. The last thing you want is for everyone to get all emotional and have a teary farewell. Smile, be happy and bid Y a cheery farewell. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Y has left and you're on the lonely trip home. You recall the fun you had with Y (see? Wasn't a bad idea to not mope right?) and suddenly you're sad. You really want to cry. Very well, cry. Let it all out or burst like a balloon. Things fell apart and you're sad to see it happen. If you held back your tears to this stage, congratulations you made it. Let it all out now and hopefully you feel better tomorrow. Y has taken flight. You look up at the aeroplane passing overhead. "Y is in that plane, I know it." Your eyes follow the plane and the tears flow freely. You can't do anything to change it now. Accept life as it comes and let it go. However, letting go does not mean you forget about Y. Keep the memories close to your heart and remember the good times. Never forget, this isn't the end of life. Maybe 10 years down the road you bump into a stranger on the road. You help the stranger up find yourself staring into Y's face. Refer to previous post where I quoted a song. Get some translations done. It actually means something you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (It means postscript by the way if you're wondering) If you have any strong comments about any of my posts and wish that I burn in hell for what I've written, do leave something on the tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-6696108702348176688?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6696108702348176688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=6696108702348176688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/6696108702348176688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/6696108702348176688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-fell-apart.html' title='It fell apart'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-7022989150733308127</id><published>2008-03-31T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:09:41.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>For once I'm quoting the work of somebody else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna ni tooku ni itemo,&lt;br /&gt;kawaranai yo kono kokoro&lt;br /&gt;Iitai koto wakaru deshou?&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto matteru yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-7022989150733308127?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7022989150733308127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=7022989150733308127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/7022989150733308127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/7022989150733308127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-3322034424535520678</id><published>2007-12-03T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:06:55.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no Life... If you know what I mean</title><content type='html'>It's been X since my last post. I can't remember and won't bother to find out. Although I can say the holiday thus far has been pretty eventful. Firstly, let me say that I burnt 2 weeks of my holiday going for Business Attachment, it has got to be the lowest point in my life since I slammed my head into the wall, fell down and cut a permanent scar above my right eyebrow when I was 5. Subsequently, I fell back into my daily routine (nothing to boast about really, there is no life). Although it is interesting how things turn out the way you least expect them to. I must say there has been a big difference in "life" since my previous post. I shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A few weeks back, starting from the 19th of November. I've come to a conclusion that indeed Life Sucks. First of all, the chalet we attended was, to say the least, abysmal. We spent the hours awake watching Kids Central and Vasantham (sp?), laughing at every little thing. The barbeque was pretty well done though. We had 2 heroes, Thaddeus and Chiang Fong cooking and the rest of us freeloading. Suffice to say, most people were bored and desperate to leave by the end of "dinner". People left (including me) and I have no clue as to who stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Apart from horrible chalets, things took a turn for the worse on that day. One could say I'm overreacting, and I agree. That's who I am, don't like it? QQ thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    21st November, I left for Tianjin. It was a wonderful trip. The food was superb, beef and mutton and more beef and more mutton, even more beef and even more mutton. But believe me when I say they have no limit to the way they prepare the meat. I thoroughly enjoyed my stay and come 30th, my departure date, I was reassured that Life Sucks. Fast forward 3 days and here I am, typing this out for nobody to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I asked a friend quite a while back, "What would your impression of your World of Warcraft character be, if it came to life?". The reply was, "A crazy fool running around, swinging a sword and screaming "Argh"." Interesting no? I was also asked to join in a basketball game and some badminton. I have two objections to this. Firstly, you can call me an introvert, but I would not enjoy playing said sports with people I don't know at all... barely know. Secondly, let it be known that this person (me) does not play sports anymore. Sports is dead to me, enough said. Waterpolo is a thing of the past. When stuff happened and I stopped, I swore I would never go back to sports. See how holidays have been ruined with weekly training. Perhaps it would not be a big issue to people who have passion and strive to win the championships etc. etc. Not me. I like the sport, but I don't see how I can dedicate myself so fully to something which I will leave behind in a few years time. I spend so much time on the sport, with possible serious repercussions and I get nothing out of it in return. Call me mercenary, that's the way I am. As to why I stopped, I cannot elaborate, no matter how much I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For your information, what I am doing here is like posting in the shadows. Nobody knows this blog has been updated, and they may not even care. I still do this because the poor blog hopper may stumble upon this page one day. Most importantly, one day a 2-3 years down the road, I can remember who I was at the time of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On a side note, the first episodes of Sesame Street has been rereleased on DVD and hos gotten a unsuitable for Children rating. The Barney company took a website to court for saying Barney was the Anti-Christ, the company lost. Spongebob Squarepants has been deemed unsuitable for children as he and the starfish could be gay. Lastly, the purple teletubby is seen to be gay as he is purple and carries a handbag, people say this promotes homosexuality. Some people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-3322034424535520678?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3322034424535520678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=3322034424535520678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/3322034424535520678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/3322034424535520678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-is-no-life-if-you-know-what-i.html' title='There is no Life... If you know what I mean'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-186594754172490766</id><published>2007-09-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:51:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hard</title><content type='html'>Revival post. You can thank me later for sprucing up these 3 minutes of your otherwise dull lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, so as not to bring up your hopes, I will NOT be regularly updating this blog. Read NOT. It must be said that my life does NOT revolve around blogging nor do I approve of blogging as a safe/healthy pastime. In case of emergencies please exit through the fire exit in an orderly fashion. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we continue, do allow me to say one thing. YUI &gt; you. Don't forget. Everybody loves YUI. If you disagree you may get out of here now. You may claim my fascination with YUI to be an obsession and I shall do nothing to discredit you. Everyone is entitled to his own opinions no? Unless these opinions are somewhat similar to "YUI SUXX0R5 U N00B" or the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the ranting begin.&lt;br /&gt;So I've read some blogs of my acquaintances and I must say I'm thoroughly shocked. What is with youngsters and bad English? Is it that hard to type in a proper manner? Furthermore, what is with the vulgarities people? Is there so much hate in you that spewing such foul words the best way to let it out? I can give to you so many other ways to take out your anger, however, it would be unbecoming of me. My message for you today, minions, Speak/Type in good proper English. "0mg 1ts a bl0g u n00b gr0w up hahahahaha" you say. I only ask of you, "What the hell are you trying to say?". Why bother typing something to the general public if General Public cannot understand what You are trying to say? The only err... "n00b" I can see is you. Go ahead take offence. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely disheartening to see the youths of our day partaking in such uncouth practices as mentioned above. Is it really a hassle to type "You"? Must you really use "u"? Ok fine, it may relieve a great load on you and give your fingers less work to do. Now explain to me the use of "todae" and "hahax" and "eu" (in place of "you" just in case you did not know.) The last I counted "todae" had the same number of letters as "today" and "hahax" has *gasp* 1 more letter than "haha"! GOD FORBID! Taking it a step further would be "hahaxxxxxxxx". Mysteries of the internet age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently noticed the amount of insults which students trade these days. I must say I am highly disappointed. Lack of creativity is scary. Must all insults contain a word with a semblance of vulgarity? I'm pretty sure I could write three paragraphs with content so offensive that you'd start tearing and it would not contain a single word of vulgarity. Shocking isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I must say alchohol is interesting when taken in light amounts. Read Light Amounts. Anything more than that can be anything between mildly humourous and downright catastrophic. I again sincerely apologise for any misunderstandings or distress I have brought upon anybody during such times when I intake a little more than the recommended "light amounts". Also, please disregard any rumours/jokes/nonsense that have arised during my semi-unconscious state as they are strictly untrue and not licensed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart people. The revisions are getting you down but I believe that you will survive through this ordeal if you love YUI, which you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I bid you farewell. You may not return to whatever you were doing before you were so rudely interrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-186594754172490766?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/186594754172490766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=186594754172490766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/186594754172490766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/186594754172490766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-hard.html' title='This is hard'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-6065286163413765599</id><published>2007-02-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:06:47.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my..</title><content type='html'>Oh my... I posted a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about change. Change is a bad thing. Criticise me all you want but it doesn't change the fact that change sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. Do you like change? Oh sure we may be promised good things in the future. Can you bear to change? Some things change. You cant go against it. What can you do? Fail? Die? Collapse in a heap and whine? Yeah i thought so. Its so you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take blogger for example. Why change it to this new way of posting and editing and stuff. After a year away from this page, I realised that Blogger has changed alot. Google sign in? Drag and drop template editting? What happened to good old fashioned HTML? It really is kind of sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to life. What is life? You don't know do you? "What the hell is wrong with this retard?" you are thinking. Well, guess what. I DON'T CARE. Get a life. Stop reading other peoples blogs. Its a stupid waste of your time. Like it is mine to post such a stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So change. Can you accept change? Apparently not. Take MR HKK for example. Im pretty sure he couldn't bear to part with his well grown hair. Change is inevitable. Its only a matter of time before you have to leave your school. You may end up somewhere across the causeway for all you know. And if you really do... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising attitude. Some people just don't know where to draw the line. There are some things that can be joked about and some things that can't be. It differs with people really. Not just this. Some people think they are being really really funny by doing some things. They don't stop even when people ask them to. Ok its funny at first. Then it gets goddamn irritating. I live to live. Not to take crap from people dishing it out at random to the poor person passing in front of them. Life sucks. Get used to it. Cant get used to it? Life is SO not a bed od roses. If you DO think it is... then good luck. You are so screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-6065286163413765599?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6065286163413765599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=6065286163413765599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/6065286163413765599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/6065286163413765599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my.html' title='Oh my..'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-115825548685465082</id><published>2006-09-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:38:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Be Back?</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone comes to read this blog anymore... But! I MAY be back. If I am too bored I just may update even the HTML... ZOMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-115825548685465082?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/115825548685465082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=115825548685465082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/115825548685465082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/115825548685465082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2006/09/will-i-be-back.html' title='Will I Be Back?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-112982113688804889</id><published>2005-10-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:58:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results...</title><content type='html'>Just so you know. Not that you care. Not that anybody even reads this stupid excuse and waste of internet bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 58% - C5 -Expected -_-&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 58.5% - C5 -Expected -_-&lt;br /&gt;Life Science - 61.5% - B4 -Not Sure :S&lt;br /&gt;Physical Science - 68% - B3 -Sucks : (&lt;br /&gt;English - 80% - A1 - :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Literature - 73.33% - A2 - :D : )&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts - 76.66% - A1 - :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 88% - A1 - :D : )&lt;br /&gt;Computer Science - 96% - A1 - :D :D&lt;br /&gt;ePOD - 86% - A1 - :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Art - 83% - A1 - *SHOCK**GASP**OMG* o.O : O&lt;br /&gt;Overall : -_- -_- :S :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D : ) : ) : ( 0.O&lt;br /&gt;= -_- + 10(:D) + : ) + o.O&lt;br /&gt;= :D o.o&lt;br /&gt;= :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than i expected. Got Time Out chocolate bar from eng teacher AKA Ferdinand Quek AKA Judge of Karaoke Contest AKA Jay Chou Hater. P.S. Sir you still owe me a bag od M&amp;MS ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-112982113688804889?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/112982113688804889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=112982113688804889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112982113688804889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112982113688804889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/10/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-112781469512749557</id><published>2005-09-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:02:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Politics (Out of Point)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I amaze myself. Two posts in such a short time. I realize that alot of people are a making a big fuss about blogs. What with teachers reading blogs and scolding students, racist comments on blogs leading to arrests. For what? So what if anyone writes degrading posts about another person? Not as if anyone takes serious notice of blogs anyway. Read todays NEWPaper. If teachers don't want to read bad things about them, then don't read. I realise that almost any disagreement/confrontment/fight/arguement/stratedgy game is like a war. You have 4 kinds of people. Here is some weird guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;===================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Defender: Negative or Neutral or Positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Negative Defender:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: Person with too much power/too bigheaded/too stuck up/too much attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically a person with either too much control, too much power or has excessive attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neutral Defender:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: Reigning Champion/Highest Record/Highest Score. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically a person who holds a championship title someone else wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Positive Defender:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: Someone who stands up to tyrant/monarchs/power and is getting "attacked" because of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically someone who does not wish to follow a trend and finds a big gang of people who love the trend coming after him with a chainsaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attacker: Negative or Neutral or Positive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Negative Attacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Target: Positive defender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: A tyrant/monarch/power/bunch of people loving trend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How: Gets Groupies to taunt/kill/destroy/ruin lives of Positive Defenders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neutral Attacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Target: Neutral Defender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: Someone trying to take over high score/break record/win championship (kick reigning champion out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How: Pure hard work and determination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Positive Attacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Target: Negative Defender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who: People trying to kill important leader/bring Groupies to their senses/disgusted at attitude of person(Wants to deflate the obscene ego)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How: Rally remaining people to fight against Leader with obscene ego/Tell Groupies of Leader what kind of person they/(s)he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Groupies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This group of people follow the Leader because he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Has alot of power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Is "cool"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Is rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Fear of Leader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Good at something (weird reason. Just ignore this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Just "nice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are good and bad in this group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unherded Sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are who the Defenders and Attackers will come after to boost their groups. Could be people who are friendly with both but refuse to take sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;===================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most "battles" seem like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say X vs Y. Both are countries. X has nice big castle with lots of $$. Y wants that. X = Defender(No Category) Y = Attacker (No category) Other countries = Unherded Sheep. Small countries who want the cash too = Groupie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Chess. W vs Z. Both are humans(duh). W is stuck-up reigning champion. Z is POed guy who wants to title and also to deflate W's ego. W = Neutral+Negative Defender Z = Neutral+Positive Attacker. Fans and followers of W = Groupies(Can be good or bad.) Audience = Unherded Sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway. I have no idea why i just wrote that. Could have spent my time somewhere else. I just realised. A post that is not about hate. Mebbe I wrote this cause I was thinking about chess and WoW at same time. :P so yah. Bye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-112781469512749557?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/112781469512749557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=112781469512749557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112781469512749557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112781469512749557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/09/boo-politics-out-of-point.html' title='Boo Politics (Out of Point)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-112568264218817348</id><published>2005-09-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:14:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What mood?</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep. In the bath. Standing up. In cold water. - Y is a man. He had a bath. Y had a bath with Bubbles. Bubbles is alive. Bubbles is a man. Seriously. In the bath with cold water on. I was so tired. Anyway. I have no idea what mood to use in this post. Every 2 weeks or so i post one time on this dumb blog. BTW. My targeted audience - My Cousins. So classmates, friends, strangers, teachers if you dont understand, too bad. I have no idea what mood to use in this post. Either have a light joking tone which I am tempted to use (havent done this for quite long), sombre tone ( about to fall asleep), sian tone (?) or just go crazy and curse the people around and ... stuff. Cant decide. I shall do it as i go along. Do not say i have mood swings due to PMS/Pregnancy. I AM NOT! Lets not do recollections as usual but more along the "Philosphy" kind of thing. "He-who-owns-a-PS-PS2-Xbox-Gamecube-Dreamcast-GBA SP-PSP-GB DS-soon-to-be-owner-of-PS3-next-year" is going home on Monday. For the past X weeks, he has spent quite a number of days staying over at my house. Im sure by now you should know who this is. Good for you.              ~Tone Check: Sian~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 ends. Got a bit of work. Pressure builds. More free time, no school for a week. No lessons. Just want to say i think this term has gone by real quick. Just when i feel that school has finally started, its over. Dont say i think too much. Its true.        ~Tone: Happy/Sian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. As to one question, "Why everytime people come and play with us you just walk away and play on your own?" Answer: Semi-Anti-Social. I admit i am sometimes a little anti-social. Its mostly you guys. You make me almost reluctant to give a shot at anything. Bowling: I screw up a shot, ball goes into Longkang. Charmaine laughs Kai says "I thought you ex-school team one? Suppose to be very pro right?" So i just sit down. We play basketball. I shoot. I miss. Charmaine says "Dont show off lah! Cannot shoot dont shoot!" I dont shoot " Why you always dont shoot one?" Summary: Its Charmaines fault. If i know i suck at anything, i wont do it. Kai asks me " You mean you only do something if you are sure you can win it?" I will reply " Do you want to lose? Would you take part if there is almost no hope?    ~  Tone: Accusatory :P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers day was.... Eventful. Although something did bother me. [--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------DELETE---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------]. Enough said. Said too much already. ~Tone:?????~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic holiday script: I will aspire to work hard for my final year exams. I believe that if i work harder i can score very high. If the teachers belive in me, it means i can do it (Note: This is just a chant{Dont actually mean it[Supposed to say it]})      ~Tone: Bored/Sian~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-112568264218817348?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/112568264218817348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=112568264218817348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112568264218817348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/112568264218817348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-mood.html' title='What mood?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111724919744590483</id><published>2005-05-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:59:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new end... And a start!</title><content type='html'>The semester comes to an end... We have our report books... And a one month holiday... I see the holiday ahead of us, it is littered withas much as 10 projects and 4 worksheets... I predict, I can have it done by the first week. The problem is whether my project mates can complete it by then, I think so. We try to spend time playing as much as we can... I think that if we can work fast, we play longer... I try my best to be the nicest *hack coughs* guy I can be... I think holidays is just an excuse for the teachers to give us tons of homework... It is just not right to give us so much... But nevertheless, do it fast plz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111724919744590483?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111724919744590483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111724919744590483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111724919744590483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111724919744590483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-end-and-start.html' title='A new end... And a start!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111674124157724227</id><published>2005-05-22T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:54:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its good... And okay... And bad...</title><content type='html'>Its good... And okay... And bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good. Post-exam life is good... We just lay around watching movies and playing com and GBA SP...( Final Fantasy Tactics Advance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The okay... I got my results back... Its okay...  I didnt fail any subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Science (Geography)         - 56.25% - C5 :(&lt;br /&gt;History                                            - 64.5%   - B4 :|&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese                              - 63%       - B3 :|&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts A (Literature)     - 72%      - A2 :)                Overall :)     :)     :(&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts B (English)           - 76%       - A1 :)&lt;br /&gt;Computer Studies                         - 75%       - A1 :)&lt;br /&gt;Maths                                              - 85%      - A1 :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badI just walked 10KM! Its the goddamn Newpaper Big Walk... So dumb... My legs are probably gonna be aching tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good... I dont have tuition this week and next week!!!! So damn happy... My mum is too tired to send me for tuition so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111674124157724227?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111674124157724227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111674124157724227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111674124157724227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111674124157724227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-good-and-okay-and-bad.html' title='Its good... And okay... And bad...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111597992760644504</id><published>2005-05-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T09:14:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>My.. what a week it has been. Exams are the most stressful things in any normal students life. Note: Normal students... I have been studying even harder for the past week... To the point where i rush my lunch, rush my bath and quickly go up to any room to study. From about 3:30 to 7:00 i study. From 7:00 to 8:00 i eat dinner... And then back to work until about 11:00... Anyway, now that the exam is over, i feel that going through such a study period is worth it if i can feel SO HAPPY that i am finally free. So today i volunteered to take a bus home to get an excuse to listen to Zhou Jie Lun AKA Jay Chou and ponder things over... Have i put in enough effort for the tests, will i be angry at myself with my results... I spot an advertisement at a bus stop. I point it out to my classmate who asks "What do you think of the "Revenge of the Sith?"" It was then when i straightened out my thoughts... Why get worried over something that is already done? If i realised that i wouldnt be happy, i would not enjoy anymore... I stop thinking about tests... I think about my cousins philosphy "&lt;em&gt;Life sucks! Get used to it!"&lt;/em&gt; Vincent i disagree with you... I have never felt better in this year... Now i think "&lt;em&gt; Dont worry! Be happy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111597992760644504?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111597992760644504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111597992760644504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111597992760644504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111597992760644504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111521789997336527</id><published>2005-05-04T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:57:05.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again a recap... Boring</title><content type='html'>A few miserable amount of people have been complaining that I havent been updating this blog... I just cant believe I forgot to talk about Darryl Foo (My Dearly Departed Friend... As in you know leave the country... Not this Earth... (Duh)) leaving Singapore... Anyway... The exams are coming... From Monday-Friday... I hate Geog,History,LArts A,LArts B, Maths, L science, P science... I hate exams... NAPFA test of coz... I failed my 2.4KM... WHOO!... I have to retake... damn... I use dots to make my text look longer btw. Anyway now we also have a computer studies test. We are tested on HTML like making &lt;b&gt;this bold&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;italic&lt;/i&gt; and linking &lt;a href="xxxuan.blogspot.com"&gt;to any page &lt;/a&gt;And some &lt;img height="125" src="http://www.geocities.com/cidintank123/Pictures/02.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;img height="125" src="http://www.geocities.com/cidintank123/Pictures/Squall.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;img height="125" src="http://www.geocities.com/cidintank123/Pictures/10.jpg" width="125" /&gt;pictures... so anyway i gonna go play the newly dled game... Tactics Ogre: Knight Of The Lodis... Not that you care of course. Hey its 22:44pm how the heck am i supposed to keep awake and study? Anyway i have my own website... Its &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/cidintank123"&gt;www.geocities.com/cidintank123&lt;/a&gt; . OY! I made in on Notepad only ok! Dont laugh!So bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111521789997336527?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111521789997336527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111521789997336527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111521789997336527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111521789997336527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/05/again-recap-boring.html' title='Again a recap... Boring'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111418424793299301</id><published>2005-04-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:02:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-"</title><content type='html'>My sad sad existence. I have no idea what I live for. I mean, how boring can my life get? Apart from the teachers and school and homework and tests, my life is meaningless. By now all of you should know that i am just trying to make my post long. I am trying to be like those other poeple who's posts are reaaaaallly long. I mean like come on lor, i seriously have no idea how they write about something and take up so much space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111418424793299301?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111418424793299301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111418424793299301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111418424793299301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111418424793299301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_22.html' title='-_-&quot;'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111297086779493593</id><published>2005-04-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:34:27.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly, im sure you guys can all tell that my blog skin. has changed. Ok now for the events... I actually type the events so that i can refer to this for my Zhou Ji... Ok fine... So i fell down, injured my back, skipped one day of school :D and PE XD. Also, we had to go for some Rachmaninoff (I spelled it!!!!) concert. It was about as interesting as... history and geography? Then I also got back my results. My behaviour was Extremely good... However my grades plain sucked... I got an average of 59%... I failed history... At least i passed my chinese... Uhh........... Yah lah. about that much. I so long never update forget everything liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111297086779493593?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111297086779493593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111297086779493593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111297086779493593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111297086779493593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111193552936987399</id><published>2005-03-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:09:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhh... Stressed... Argh.... My head...</title><content type='html'>One word... Stress. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111193552936987399?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111193552936987399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111193552936987399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111193552936987399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111193552936987399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/ughhh-stressed-argh-my-head.html' title='Ughhh... Stressed... Argh.... My head...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111158086898920905</id><published>2005-03-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:27:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinny 2!</title><content type='html'>Now even Vin has a blog... So lets link him shall we? And btw err... Nothing special happened. Im posting just to waste your time letting you read this because i find it stupid to post and ask you to link vinny. so.... Im wasting your time. By now you should have stopped reading this post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111158086898920905?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111158086898920905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111158086898920905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111158086898920905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111158086898920905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/vinny-2.html' title='Vinny 2!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111150555522952722</id><published>2005-03-23T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:32:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Just aquick post then i go and Kun. U know... ZzZ?  Anyway, i had a whole load of work today. So i skipped training to do my HW. Anyway. i spent most of my free time making my classmates blog look. Umm.... Nicer? Yah. Anyway he was damn pissed. Duh. Coz the blog was about (......) ok great so anyway. Its uhh... late? so im gonna slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111150555522952722?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111150555522952722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111150555522952722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111150555522952722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111150555522952722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111116334141454002</id><published>2005-03-19T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:29:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>hahahahha.hahahhahaha.hahhahahaha. Post. chat. Homework marathon. Shiok. SOOO SHIOK! KBOX! TML! KBOX!. Ok... im not crazy anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111116334141454002?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111116334141454002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111116334141454002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111116334141454002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111116334141454002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111104204490358150</id><published>2005-03-17T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:02:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Noooo.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe it lor. Again I kena arrow to join the Sec 2, 3 and 4 to train waterpolo. Not nice la. Ill juz go and humiliate myself. Looking on the bright the side. At least i have one full training with them. Before I either go too late for training, Kai got something on, and I don't have to go or the coach close class early and so i never come on time from swimming. Yes. Half my life is in the water. Waterpolo and swimming. Haiz. One good thing. 2day Guzhang bdae. And plus we go bowling with cuzs. Score? Dont talk lah. WAH LAO... SOOO LOW. Thos who dont already know ask me.... We (Me, Bro, Bro, Sis, Mum) go Guzhang hse 2 celebrate. HAAGEN DAZS ICE CREAM CAKE! One of my many cousins  bought it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111104204490358150?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111104204490358150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111104204490358150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111104204490358150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111104204490358150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/ohhh-noooo.html' title='Ohhh Noooo.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111086561182177941</id><published>2005-03-15T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:46:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flustered..!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Very messed up. Wedding dinner stay at aunts house. Shiok. Then now HW overload. Not shiok. And plus that day b4 geog test le? Sooo stressed. Shiok---&gt;Cruise. So damn shiok.  Juz lazed around the cruise. Explored. Arcade. Basketball. Dodgeball :). And i just fixed the tag board problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111086561182177941?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111086561182177941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111086561182177941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111086561182177941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111086561182177941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/flustered.html' title='Flustered..!!!!!!!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-111028407317993483</id><published>2005-03-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:17:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo long</title><content type='html'>OK. I know its been around 1 weeks since I last updated. And since Sharll bugged me so... OK anyway. Ive been studying for test. Just finish on Friday. Then I played WC3 for the whole of Friday and Saturday. Ok I know you guys will say something like. "WC3 SO OLD STILL PLAY!" Its just im so poor thing. Kai bought it like 2 years ago and my mum wont let me buy another CD. And you know kai never lends me his stuff lor. Even if he did, I dont have a competent com. OK then internet down 4 like 2 days. Soooo... Yah ok... Bye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-111028407317993483?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/111028407317993483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=111028407317993483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111028407317993483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/111028407317993483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/03/sooooo-long.html' title='Sooooo long'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110958529693409469</id><published>2005-02-28T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:01:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>Uhh... Event wise, nothing except one of my classmates being a total idiot. And of coz my doodle board was down. So i used a tag board, then doodle board came back up&lt;br /&gt;.... Nothing else. And i also not sure how u guys can post such long msgs. Esp. Jon... Ay Jon update ur blog leh. All of us wanna see either some updates or a new blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110958529693409469?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110958529693409469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110958529693409469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110958529693409469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110958529693409469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110939804026689165</id><published>2005-02-26T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:59:37.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up</title><content type='html'>2day was GRAND finals... And the inter-house relay was what i was looking forward to... We screwed it up horribly. Only class we managed to beat was 1.13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110939804026689165?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110939804026689165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110939804026689165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110939804026689165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110939804026689165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed Up'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110932795301423113</id><published>2005-02-25T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:03:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What now??</title><content type='html'>I predict... in at most 3 months time, ill update this blog about.... 1 a fortnight?Ok anyway... Hmmmm what to write... Uhh... Errrr... Oh yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONDEMN BRACES. Tonite we having a steamboat cum BBQ. AND TODAY HAD TO BE THE DAY I TIGHTEN MY BRACE!!!! (which means i have to eat PLAIN BORING TASTELESS PORRIDGE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110932795301423113?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110932795301423113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110932795301423113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110932795301423113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110932795301423113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-now.html' title='What now??'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110907867726600187</id><published>2005-02-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:24:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Of The Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Okaaay. FLOTP... Nope its not funny. Nope it doesnt suck. Yes it is good. Yes storyline is not important in this movie. Nope i am not going. Yes it sticks mostly to events. Dunno wad im toking abt? Ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear cousins... You all good lah.  Never tell us earlier. Nvm i watch liao. But kai how? i hardworking abit. Hope i can play waterpolo matches more often this year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110907867726600187?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110907867726600187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110907867726600187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110907867726600187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110907867726600187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/flight-of-phoenix.html' title='Flight Of The Phoenix'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110906044396242700</id><published>2005-02-22T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:04:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack day</title><content type='html'>Today no HW! Why? Because yesterday all the cher give us alot of homework. They say hand up on Wednesday. Then I scared today they give alot HW so last night finish it all. Then today they never give any homework AT ALL. And kai today alot of HW. So he cannot go waterpolo. And since im the only Sec 1 the coach ask to train with the Sec 2 on Tues... I donneed to go :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110906044396242700?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110906044396242700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110906044396242700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110906044396242700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110906044396242700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/slack-day.html' title='Slack day'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110891066728120032</id><published>2005-02-21T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:48:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>New Zhou Jie Lun skin... Happy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110891066728120032?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110891066728120032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110891066728120032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110891066728120032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110891066728120032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110890677894552526</id><published>2005-02-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:48:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins blog?</title><content type='html'>Great.. Now we even have a cousins blog too. Hell I cant stand it man! First we take what Johnny said too seriously. "We should spend more time together back in Singapore" We practically went out once every 2 weeks lor. And now a cousins blog.. Haiz whatever la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110890677894552526?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110890677894552526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110890677894552526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110890677894552526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110890677894552526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/cousins-blog.html' title='Cousins blog?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110874370175778747</id><published>2005-02-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:42:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fast</title><content type='html'>So fast! Week 8 liao. Geog test Eng test Lit test Maths test.... Wah lao eh! Anyway. School song lah. Waterpolo even better. I mean come on lah. Its entertainmet. Seeing those jokers practically fight for the ball. And the student coaches throwing balls at each others head and saying its an accident? its good. Of coz i happy lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110874370175778747?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110874370175778747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110874370175778747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110874370175778747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110874370175778747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-fast.html' title='So fast'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110577772923670891</id><published>2005-01-16T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:00:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterpolo</title><content type='html'>Ive been selected for waterpolo :). i feel gd. I am extremely tired now. That game really exhausted me. I scored a total of 4 goals on my 1st real match. That guy was trying to balance the ball on his hand. i mean come on. any way i snatched the ball away and swam off. oh the look on his face. you shld have seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110577772923670891?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110577772923670891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110577772923670891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110577772923670891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110577772923670891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/01/waterpolo.html' title='Waterpolo'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110545368537858061</id><published>2005-01-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:40:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In School already</title><content type='html'>School... It really sux u know? I cant stand this class im in... fine mebbe it aint so bad...  But come on u cant blame me right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110545368537858061?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110545368537858061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110545368537858061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110545368537858061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110545368537858061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-school-already.html' title='In School already'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776880.post-110395794876837595</id><published>2004-12-25T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:40:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First? Second? Third?</title><content type='html'>This is my... third time attempting a blog the first two screwed up big time. And I know shit about programming so im using templates lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM/CN&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting down.. slacking... waiting for the adults to fulfil their promises about bringing us go-karting. Sound quite boring right? actually its qutie fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9776880-110395794876837595?l=xxxuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/feeds/110395794876837595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9776880&amp;postID=110395794876837595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110395794876837595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9776880/posts/default/110395794876837595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxxuan.blogspot.com/2004/12/first-second-third.html' title='First? Second? Third?'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12168770083908328374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
