<?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-18761521</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:59.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put the lime in the coke, you nut.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18761521.post-116912215025732152</id><published>2007-01-18T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:09:51.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jason : Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepphiee! : Hey the tagboard shit is not working I really miss you and need you too eh. Cant imagine you gone. =(. Hmmm when you free? We go watch movie sing song shopping take picture! Okokok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve moved. To www.unorthodox-means.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116912215025732152?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116912215025732152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116912215025732152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116912215025732152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116912215025732152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2007/01/jason-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116826243235424754</id><published>2007-01-08T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:20:32.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I've come to notice coming into the new year, I've totally ignored and neglected my blog. So here I am, coming to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, school's been okay cept a little boring. And this is probably gonna be one of the more hectic years in schooling, ve got alot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been sleeping well of late. So I ll probably post a longer one come end of the week. Heh Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116826243235424754?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116826243235424754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116826243235424754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116826243235424754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116826243235424754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-ive-come-to-notice-coming-into.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116774807000096628</id><published>2007-01-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T06:27:55.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A year has passed, school's starting, a friend is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116774807000096628?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116774807000096628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116774807000096628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116774807000096628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116774807000096628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-has-passed-schools-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116740595204456981</id><published>2006-12-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:25:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/1600/463209/728514700l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/320/371862/728514700l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this picture. And I wonder what happened to my hair. I left my hair in the hands of someone that day. WHO WAS IT, AH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116740595204456981?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116740595204456981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116740595204456981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116740595204456981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116740595204456981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-see-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116712109804312007</id><published>2006-12-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:18:18.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>圣诞到来了，新年即将来临。一年又过了。短短的一年，让我见识到许多事情；认识到新朋友，受过伤，哭过，乐过，怒过。有很多事情不是语言和文笔能够记录下来的。也不知要说么了，最近有好多事情都把我弄得非常乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, now what do I say about it? Hmmmm, that the new year is coming. Nothing else I guess. Very confusing time of the year it is, I dont know whether to anticipate the oncoming year, or dread it. Don't know of which friends to let go, and which to embrace. Who hides? And who shows? A complete rupture of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;strong&gt;    You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now he's danced the lyrics, you couldn't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you not see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or have you seen nothing but yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now don't hurrily deny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a busker was all you took it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it, yea, Live for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't no mockery nor sarcasm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yea, Live for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Times you've opened iron gates to others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also speedy enough to close them up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once they proved nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fool you saw, and used&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now hide away and fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's been taken for a ride and guilt does no bother to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So just ride away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And find new allies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live for yourself, yea, do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you could, in your free time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take in some DamienRice or Geiger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna do you some good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So live for yourself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116712109804312007?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116712109804312007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116712109804312007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116712109804312007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116712109804312007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-now-what-do-i-say-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116654140052710846</id><published>2006-12-19T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T07:16:40.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being characteristic would mean I put myself above others. It would mean I actually find it important to showcase this unique side to people, and that I am simply put selfish. Yes Im sorry I cannot do that. My equation is beingcharacteristicandprovingit = iputmyselfinamoreimportantstandthanothers = icantdoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a need to show people whether Im an angsty person, a quiet soul, an impatient fellow or anything else. All these can well be shared with my mates, my closer mates. Maybe Ima crazy fellow, but I dont have to let everyone know about it. I believe, crudely put, with the desperate need to be characteristic, would be a attention seeker in desperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I react to everyone differently because everyone is different. I may not purposely show what type of person I am or how I want to be treated by anyone, but that's me. You are one unique character, but I dont have to be one. Remember, it's because there are people like me, who do things to accomodate you unique creations better and with consideration of you in mind, that makes you who you are. If I want to be another different person and different mindsets clash. Think of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Im sorry I cant be anything like a unique person or characteristic person who's full of himself. But I swear, that I ve never attempted to butter up anyones' boots here. If not sincere I never post them here. Thought through this for some time, kinda sad you actually said I appeared or was fake, for that was never my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116654140052710846?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116654140052710846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116654140052710846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116654140052710846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116654140052710846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/12/being-characteristic-would-mean-i-put.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116602848924652531</id><published>2006-12-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:48:09.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>China Xi'An trip was pretty fantabulous. Trained with the Shaanxi wushu team and they were really friendly. Training ground was at least twice the wuzhong area. Met alot alot alot alot of very superb personalities really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were above us in every aspect, they were more hardworking, more disciplined, yet alot alot alot more humble. They were really humble; you dont see anyone putting on airs over there. Our first meeting was pretty awkward I guess, everyone was quiet and training started slowly. They were pretty awkward with us around as much as we were foreign to their environment. Did nanquan with zixiang and qiuyan, we were under Xiao Yu and Guo Tao, and randomly comes Li Yue. Li Yue walks around with two dumbells in her hands, doesnt really show off much, but we all surmise she must be one of the strongest members in the Shaanxi team; she wears her China Team jersey. So she's pretty top-notch of the top-notch in China. Zhou Bin was in the other area but his aerial movements were totally scary, at least my headlevel, all without any running support. Imagine ha. And today, we were watching a video, in which China's 1st placing members all did their routines. Zhou Bin was there(ZhenZhou traditional competition, ended two months ago); he got the highest score of 9.79, even higher than Zhao Qing Jian. Turned out that Zhou Bin's a world champion in not just taiji. And we got to meet him and train beside him! Hahah. A couple of days passed and we moved on to our own individual routines, was under Zhou Long. Really handsome dude ahah. Brillant fellow also, was pretty patient with us I guess. Sorta noticed something around their walls. One was about inspiring them to push Wushu into Olympics. And there was this "Lian Xi Shi Duo Luo Han, Sai Shi Sao Yi Han." A direct translation would be "sweat more during practice, regrets come less in competitions". Pretty loose translation but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know a few other nice girls Heh heh heh over the past few days. Xiao Qing, Ling Wen, and the rest. They were really friendly. And we all kinda regret we were so 'paisei' the first couple of days. Had we not wasted them, we could have got to know each other better now already. They were all about our age, the range being 16-20. The only first teamer there being younger that that range is JiangYang I think, she's 12. They say 18-21 is about the peak time for wushu exponents they believe, so when they reach 21 they all have to leave the team. Kinda harsh but thats how the way it is. Wushu, to them is like to us our studies. Studies to them, CCAs to us. They were all about the same age, but they were definitely much more mature than us, independent and not as childish ahah. All those butterfly spins and aerial backflips. Astonishing. Had a fantastic sendoff dinner, took the hotel and we all started singing dancing taking photographs and chatted pretty well. Also received our certificates. That piece of paper didnt bother a weeny bit near to what we felt about this friendship gained. So it was pretty special. Sunday would be our 'last' day since we would be all taking flights on monday, and Sunday is also their only rest day every week, time when they can go back to their homes and everything(they live in a hostel there).  Zhen Feng, Xiao Yu, Zhang Man, Xiao Qing and Yuen Min, were all pretty nice enough to bring us around the streets at Dong Da Jie. Had loads of fun with them. Treated us to little foods and accessories.  Pretty much about the time we had them around us. Really really miss them, all of you come back eh? Love you guys and girls. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffs there are really really cheap, 20cents can buy alot of foodies and Singapore always looked expensive comparing to them. Visited the mauselom of Qin Shi Huang, Hua Shan and alot of nice places. Hua Shan outing day was supposed to be an enjoyable day. Dont get me wrong of course it was enjoyable! Just Hua Shan alone, was bigger than the entire of Singapore. And we climbed to 2082 metres high, the highest peak was somewhere at 2162 metres high, but we were rushing outa time already, and our thighs were collapsing pretty like dominos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dont know how to put the trip into words. Cause we met absolute world class atheletes, world champions, super humble and friendly people, pretty girls and handsome fellas. Undescribable. Definitely. I really wanna go back ShaanXi, and make all use of every precious moment, to sociate with them. Miss you guys alot, get ready to receive my letters alrightey. I love all of you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I cant upload pictures I ll get it done soon alright.. Miss you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116602848924652531?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116602848924652531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116602848924652531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116602848924652531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116602848924652531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/12/china-xian-trip-was-pretty-fantabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116480929828311336</id><published>2006-11-29T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:08:18.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/1600/597330/woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/320/919371/woo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at those two around me. hah. KSY is such a masculine poser. And WSA is such a bad boy. Come girls, tell me if you want their numbers. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going overseas in a few hours time. 12 days seem a long period. Gonna miss my bed, home, family and MSN. No computer for 2 weeks. Ah. Oh, and my toilet. I feel so, foreign and unused to outside toilets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay, so the guys, you all have fun at your prom night bah. Can imagine zhiyu dancing to the beat HAHA. And soonyang showing the mickey mouse tie HAHAH. Okay lah. I also dont know what to blog of liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna miss everything and its the first time ima hit a cold country. So, hmm, all sorts of anticipation and stuffs. Stephie girl, stay strong okay no matter how it turns out to be. Yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116480929828311336?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116480929828311336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116480929828311336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116480929828311336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116480929828311336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-at-those-two-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116455059404346196</id><published>2006-11-26T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:00:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/1600/122846/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/320/54562/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/1600/110453/DSC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1903/334/320/147451/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with the guys and yongchao to Marina this morning, main purpose was to get their prom clothing. Prom night is one of the few excuses and reasons you find in teenage life where it allows you to "Mum, its a once in a lifetime thing leh. Zz.", and you see them handing you hundred plus dollars so that you do not appear 'inferior' compared to your other classmates. Then you go shopping for clothings and accessories that you most probably gonna use only once in a year. Thats 40% what prom's all about. Hah joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at Marina getting materials, allowing zhiyu soonyang seeann to have their five minutes of pretty clothing on them infront of the mirror. They looked pretty smart and handsome Heh. Oh, we had Yongchao as fashion consultant also. Anyway, we met some Singapore Idol alumni 'singer', the inverts are there because he doesn't really count as a singer, some hopping monkey I guess. *Pretty obvious* He had this ultra smug look on his face, yes, S-M-U-G face, and he walked right through the connected line of me, soonyang, and seeann, breaking it up. With no 'excuse me' or anything, but just with the smug face, S-M-U-G. And he walks like some ah-beng wannabe or whatever. Aiyah, better stop posting about this. People SI one leh. Eh wait, I think he joined the wrong competition. He hopped on the stage more than he sang. Eh, THEDANCEFLOOR. Why didn't I think of that? Ahh crap, I just got slapped by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THEDANCEFLOOR is for people who can dance one lah! Not for some skinny brat who goes on stage being monotone, and hop here hop there. DANCE. Not THEHOPFLOOR." My bro's just enlightened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o. =x. Yes fans of 'monkey' will be cursing at me, taking turns to hit on an efigy on me, waiting at the backalley ready to kidnap/rob/bash me. But I dont care. Bloody fame gets people unwanted and scorned personalities. Who cares about how you dazzle and make girls scream your name, do catfights, just because you do well sounding very toneless, lousy and you attempt below par circus tricks on a stage? Go smile at girls, and reveal your act biggie to guys. Jason's right. (Search his blog archives) "Twohill and Monkey both cannot sing. The only difference being Twohill pawns me at singing whilst I can beat Monkey hands down. Even my grandmother can." The content meant this anyway, couldnt remember the exact text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, off about him. Bowled for about an hour before I had to rush off to work. Think this's probably my last work allocation before my China trip which is on the 30th. Nay, not gonna tell you guys the time because I dont want the airport to be crowded with people wanting to send me off. HAHA. See lah, partner with Jiahui will go BhB one. (Yes jiahui you are on my blog. lol. Refer to picture two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paycheck's coming. Angie I ll buy you one feng you when I get the money alrightey. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die.&lt;br /&gt;And its not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondered over this for some time, think I only got 3/4 of it.&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught him how to aim and pass boundaries and limits.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all about being honest.&lt;br /&gt;When you're on nigh high(cannon), it's most important to keep your feet on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout "Life taught me to die". Any opinions please tag on the tagboard alrightey. Thanks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116455059404346196?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116455059404346196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116455059404346196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116455059404346196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116455059404346196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-with-guys-and-yongchao-to-marina.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116420630773513206</id><published>2006-11-22T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T06:38:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg today was weird, and totally wrong. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Was en route to Pasir ris, on train, where and when everyone in the same cabin met this obnoxious fat madman. Yes madman. He was sitting there. And he started blabbering in my direction. We were on opposite seats anyway. And the guy beside me looked at me but HELLO, my big DJ headphones made sure I wasnt engaged in any sort of conversation with him. Then I took down my headphones to tune in to his brilliant self-talk, literally. He started talking about his imaginary friend joining a gang and his frustration, advice and stupid talk.  And he was CONVERSING mind you. Not self muttering. He waited for replies and he replied them! Then he went on about Jews and Israel. And then about some crappy stuff. And thats when I started laughing. lol. I think he only meant this part to me "Cio simi cio! Cio li eh l*n ji*o ah. Cio." which meant "laugh what laugh, laugh your penis ah laugh". But I still continued laughing lah. -.-. You dont see such stuffs everyday. And he spat in MRT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached pasir ris and the horde of us went to Escape. Be-lar-dy small place lol. The only things I recognised were old 80s 90s love songs and the ice cream given there. K the aerial stuffs were pretty fun. And the pirate ship. The guys and the girls, we took both ends. And we shouted to each other alot of stuffs during the ongoing swing. "LATER WANT GO EAT MACDONALDS?" "OR KFC" blahblahblah. lol. The Haunted House wasnt scary at all, yes at all. Ended up me hiding at the back, waited for the girls and BOOO. Got chased like hell. Then had to suffer slaps on my arms hahah. Oh, and me and anrong were leading the guys in the house, we stopped suddenly and turned to RAWRRR! Seeann jumped like hell HAHA. K so we had a few other games and I had to cheong off to work already. Work was at Jurong east. Escape at Pasir Ris, Work at Jurong East. You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K work was okay. Was stoning at the table when I saw this elderly, using two twenty cents coin, to pluck his nose hair, beard, moustache. Now money is real filthy, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love octopus balls. Hahah. Real nice. And the thin slices or sheets of cuttlefish. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Im kinda tired. Alil. So yea, guess i ll end here. Been a real interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ANGIE CHEER UP OKAY. DONT EMO! ELMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116420630773513206?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116420630773513206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116420630773513206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116420630773513206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116420630773513206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-today-was-weird-and-totally-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116410881211153123</id><published>2006-11-21T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T03:33:32.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I told you I'd never wanna be like you would you mind?&lt;br /&gt;If I said Im totally different from you would you care?&lt;br /&gt;If I said all you've shown me so far is your selfishness would you bother?&lt;br /&gt;If I let you see all these, would you ponder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116410881211153123?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116410881211153123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116410881211153123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116410881211153123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116410881211153123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-told-you-id-never-wanna-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116377516021991973</id><published>2006-11-17T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:05:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum Happy birthday I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, today was pretty eventful I guess. Morning was, okay. We played LAN at katong for say, a couple of hours? And proceeded on to Bedok to swim. The funny thing at LAN was that, there was this part, where alex was having no chance of escape, and he shouted in a somewhat affectionate way "NI MEN ZOU! BU YONG GUAN WO!". Found it bloody funny but didnt want to laugh initially. Until someone broke a chuckle and the whole row of us went berserk with laughter. Damn hysterical I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were on the bus; alex and anrong had parted ways with us already. And then there was this hustle, zhiyu was frantically checking his bag pants clothes, only short of underwear. And he said, "I think I lost my phone, or left it at the lanshop. Fish man!" So I was given the task of calling lah, and this convsersation was damn stupid and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex. Why leh?" (He was using Zhiyu s phone and he asked why leh. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Why is Zhiyu's phone with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I erhs, forgot to return it to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yongchao started making stupid scenarios, saying Zhiyu could have asked alex to return the phone and alex showing a defiant "Why must return to you? I refuse leh. " answer. Made the hella of us peng lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bedok, walked to the swimming pool and we were wrestling in the pool, suplexing ksy, drowning yuzhe, laughing at zhiyu, looking at girls and suntanned. Wah. That ksy damn gay I tell you, whenever the clouds showed the sun to us, he would "YOU TAI YANG!" and PLOP lie flat on the water to suntan. Damn peng. So a couple of hours later we were tanning on the chairbeds there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went yongchao s house after that. They were watching the downloaded The Convenant. I decided to be law abiding so I meddled with yongchao s PSP. Okay lah, actually wasnt interested in watching the movie and vent touched a PSP before. So , yea. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so we ate out after that and I took a one hour 15 minutes bus ride home from there. Yea. Tired.&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/18761521-116377516021991973?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116377516021991973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116377516021991973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116377516021991973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116377516021991973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/mum-happy-birthday-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116352827116794509</id><published>2006-11-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:17:51.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking I should blog again, for my previous post about that irritating assholic auntie seemed pretty boring. But honestly, I dont really have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so the china trip is gonna be quite cool. Will be training with Xi An's professional wushu team. (Every different state or whatever you call it in china has one professional team) , sorta like their state team? So must really cheong on my stamina these three weeks liao. If we pass the test, we will be given certificates. Cool eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really bothered about some matters of recent. Would feel much better if I have anyone to talk to about these matters. For, they are really, mindwrecking in all sorts of ways. Messing with my heart, mind, and thoughts. Ah. Nevermind I shants post any of the contents here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say for now is everyone jiayou for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored stiff, braindead, and feeling tired. But I dont want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post is pretty nonsense. I promise a better one next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116352827116794509?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116352827116794509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116352827116794509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116352827116794509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116352827116794509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-thinking-i-should-blog-again-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116316514732631362</id><published>2006-11-10T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:38:34.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am fuming. Absolutely furious. About the attitude showcase the bloody auntie hit upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five more minutes before the train arrives at the station. You have two pairs of friends together, spaced out vertically by a few step spaces, and you chat idly with your partner at the side. This auntie, as if she was in some oh so important rush, comes down the steps behind you. And before I go on I remind, that there are FIVE more bloody minutes before the train comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does this to me&lt;br /&gt;"EH EXCUSE ME LEH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step aside left down to one step before me, and allow her access down, which would still be blocked by my other pair of friends. She does a disgruntled "ARGH AIYO" as she squeezes her lard blubber fat cotton-stuffed weight pass us, the first pair. And proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocked by my friends, who were in their own conversation as well, she magnifies a "EH HALLOW OIE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, was what came to my mind instantly. You dont rush around down the bloody escalator when there are five more minutes to the train and break up couples of friends on the way, ignore a polite and spontaneous "sorry" and do a HALLOW as if the escalator is activated just to suit your laziness to climb down the stairs. Furthermore you even spoilt the beautifully toned word HELL-LOH, which seems so friendly and colourful, to a disgusting HAR-LOW with exclamation marks behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so incensed by it I said "Hallow what hallow? Say ExcuseMe will kill is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zhiyu does some sign which I didnt really bother to notice at that moment, but most probably it was sthg that initiated me to chill and mint. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I JUST NOW NEVER TELL YOU EXCUSE ME MEH???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her exact words. From what she says, does she mean that I can pay the toilet "vendor" or whatever you call it, say,  10cents, and then I constantly use the toilet over the day? Regardless of the number of times I enter and exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nonsense you would say. So how the fuck do you think your ONE EXCUSE ME could apply to all the people down the escalator especially when they were engrossed in their conversations?! Its just another analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she exclaims "SIAOO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as we were exchanging gunpowder, she was still squeezing her way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended it with a "YOU THEN SIAO LAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you might end up thinking I appeared crude and rude to an elderly. But I would have stood my ground and sensibly explain that just like All is equal in the eyes of Justice, this situation would have happened to any age group had they done the same thing. It is not about me being rude or what. I was totally cheesed off by her nonchalant attitude, her lazy legs, her fucking attitude and her thought that she was never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiyu thought I was crazy to be bothered by her assholic actions. I easily defend, that I am fucking concerned with the attitude situation in Singapore and thats the only reason I could be even bothered enough to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elate-ness was what surged into me when I saw Shannon. GODZILLA was what I feared when I met Shi Ning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116316514732631362?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116316514732631362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116316514732631362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116316514732631362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116316514732631362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-fuming.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116300123717974934</id><published>2006-11-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T07:59:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The simplest of matters that lead to the most complicated scenarios. The evolution of pure innocence to wicked evilness. I demand all of them back. All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So hello, havent blogged in some time, exclusive of the post specially dedicated to czy wsa ksy hyz. Amazing how the paths of our lives crossed each other at the same interval. Also pretty nice we dont have any 'leader' amongst us or what, standing equally is nice. K, I think the last post is still ringing in on me so my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some matters have been boggling my mind of recent, all sorts, schools, family, relationships. Been eating on the energies my braindead head has got left. About the major examinations, it feels awfully weird, and somehow inferior, that you realise, you re on the bylines, supporting, cheering them on, and you get left out. No complaints here, just pure inferiority. Silent inferiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations, you dread them yet you need them, for they lead you on to greater things. They set the purposes you find in your life, and make you work hard. You seek the end of them, yet you feel listless and empty after them. Not whining, but, I see everyone around me working hard, for the Os. Yet it besets onto me, the strange isolation. It should have never been this way, it should have been all of us working hard together. Yet who do I have to blame for this consequence and loneliness? No one. But me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;For You^,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish You^'d care more for everyone of us. I wish You^ would come home and try all sorts of family affairs up and going again. Instead of lying on the bloody sofa watching a dead screen with moving pictures. Yes that is what I truthfully wish for.&lt;br /&gt;For You*,&lt;br /&gt;I wish You* wound understand that though we are borne of you, we are ultimately different and individual beings on our own. That Your* way and thoughts might never be the way we want things, that You* should recognise us as living beings on our own. Forcing Your* opinions, thoughts, and methods on us would actually kill us off. We end up nothing more than dead robots acting on your orders. Honestly, yea.&lt;br /&gt;For You&amp;,&lt;br /&gt;Parents arent there so they can provide you with whatsoever you seek. They're supposed to guide. So stop leeching onto them, and exploit everything that's left in this wreck. Freedom they've given You&amp;amp;, consideration You&amp; give back.&lt;br /&gt;For You%,&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the youngest amongst us. The darling of all. Treasure Yourself%, You% might find us being hard on You% at times, but just take it all in. We mean the best for You%. If there is one person we would wish to guide, it would definitely be You%. Stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;For Me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish, desperately, that my little being would be able to spur on differences, and put us back on the right track. Right track of the family. Not the fucking hostel this place is turning to be. I so wish, that I can heave everything up, that I can, truthfully make a difference. Whatsoever the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, I dont really know what to put in for this section. Not much on my mind about relationships now. Friendships yes, loads. BGR, nah not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont say things like you can never stand up,&lt;br /&gt;Dont do things that break you down,&lt;br /&gt;Dont say things like "no one understands you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after all, there is bound to be someone out there, who is ready to learn about you, to open his/her arms, and embrace you as tightly as he/she could ever could. And gift upon you protection, that one could dearly offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im off. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116300123717974934?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116300123717974934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116300123717974934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116300123717974934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116300123717974934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/simplest-of-matters-that-lead-to-most.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116264583501130066</id><published>2006-11-04T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:54:28.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the unexpected strike of Summer Lightning that catches unaware, so stay alert. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is also my unexpectedly random thought that Zhiyu's not going to be with us next year, that Im here with this post. Dont cry ah zhiyu. There are alot of other ways to proclaim your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mug week for most of my friends already, and I honestly find few people like mr Kua Soon Yang, who has that bloody brain being his most prized possesion, play play play during exam period and then study at night and he gets 6 points for prelims. Thats how bloody brilliant he is. Zhiyu s another smartass, so sad he's gonna go canada next year. No more TaxiDriver(inside stuff). Kay, so wholeheartedly, I wish you all the best of luck in your endeavours in Canada, and that you dont forget us. You can be an asshole sometimes but I really think you re a superb friend, being smart, passionate, having foresight, being able to sort study and play in the best of ways, and of course, your outstanding leadership skills. I think we'll miss you next year so you better spend all your rest of your holidays with us. Oh ya and you are one bloody pervert who tries to peep when people take their showers at the 'showerroom' at swimming pools. -.-. Oh, you also got alot of taohuayun lah hor? Lemme see, J*, J*, Z*,P*, and a couple more. Even your junior thinks your with jialing but I reckon your taste aint that bad.(HAH JK JIALING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kua Soon Yang, our newest edition to this clique but one of the most guai-lan ones. -.-. Self-proclaimed TianCai, TianZi, Genius. Hes smart lah, gotta admit. Damn smart it makes people crawl and whimper is his shadow(he runs extremely fast at long distances also) Smartest amongst us, biggest bully within his brothers(blood brothers, older than him somemore.). -.- K lah, I also dont know what to say about him, cept he has a PhD for Euniciology. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Woo See Ann, leader of the Beggar Sect. Go everywhere also must squat. Swimming pool also. Hahah. K hes our manga and anime boy amongst us, anything not sure about manga, ask him. Also one cool boy lah hor? Dont antagonise him, you ll pay badly I tell you. hahah. Okay lah hes not that scary but hes pretty nice, and Im sorry my description of you is even less as compared to Euniciology professor yang. Oh ya, dont li yong me hor you, make me change this change that for you all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so needless to say, Im the dumbest amongst the four of us. (PSLE OWJ 241, WSA &amp;amp; KSY 250+, CZY 247). Also the fattest and always digged at about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get some group name and maybe we can start some boyband, sthg like, "THE GAYERS". "GAYBAND". Well, alot of options, of course, send me suggestions and I ll consider using them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hmm, Mr Yuzhe, you've somehow drifted apart from us but of course you still remember how the days at camp were, dont you? How you threatened to stuff a bloody flashlight into the person who switched off the lights at night. And how you were freaked out about ghosts and spirits and ghouls. Muahah! Okay lah, but in the day you are the most terrifying monster. You re rich, you throw money at people, you are a chi.lit. guy, you laugh dreadfully -.-, and you curse like there's no tomorrow. Of course, you are very generous. And you're the only one who don't beat me in PSLE amongst us. Hah, Why am I still using PSLE as a gauge? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you all are great friends lah, despite the quarells the internal strifes, and even though maybe one or two is/are not that close anymore. Stay nostalgic about this, Im sure you will someday. You all will. And of course, we must maintain our 100% unbeaten record at lanshops for dotaallstars. And jiayou for Os, although seeann and yuzhe has already gotten DSA s to VJC, zhiyu going overseas, and of course the professor yang, whose brains are definitely at least of that calibre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry after reading this post. Because..&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I also dont know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and, limxy sharlyn siewboon and all the rest I know, jiayou for Os alrightey. ROARR! Utmost moral support for all of you guys. Heh :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116264583501130066?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116264583501130066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116264583501130066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116264583501130066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116264583501130066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-unexpected-strike-of-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116235725637063677</id><published>2006-10-31T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:00:56.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah. was blog hopping just now. lol. limxy rocks! love ya so much hahah! (i still owe you a meal.) okay. so this week s gonna be so tiring. work from tues to sunday, tues over already, but 5 more days to go! more work, more stress on my mind and muscles = more income!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty amazing how i want to lose weight yet my mum s just ordered pizza hut. RAWR. been pretty lacklasture of recent and everyone seems so low-prof of late. ve come to notice that singapore is a considerably clean place based on the fact that no one litters intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, and i tell you angie is one of the best owls to crap with at night, i still remember how we did night poems about the moon like wth. hahah. i cant remember all but still alil of what i came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night, devourer of light&lt;br /&gt;manifests madness unto&lt;br /&gt;sleep and dreams&lt;br /&gt;escape we fall into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sthg like that lah, this is the blurred version cause i cant remember exactly what i wrote lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random : i hate sashimi. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG ABOUT HONESTLY HONESTLY HONESTLY. GAWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116235725637063677?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116235725637063677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116235725637063677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116235725637063677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116235725637063677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116205968423806769</id><published>2006-10-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:56:13.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day was tiring. Morning was work. 7plus till 2.30. Andre and Edison(should be ah, cant remember) came over to check us out and chatted with us for some time and there were some honestly interesting topics we went over. Hmmm, work was tough shit. Tough shit being it requires little and a monkey like me cannot tahan. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit home for about 45 minutes and I had to leave again, this time meeting chang song and buddies for soccer. Haha. Soccer was okay till the sky drenched everyone with a downpour unexpectedly. So we were at the cafe for quite some time before we went up for training. And I came up with this equation after training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out early in morning with inadequate sleep and working for 6 straight hours + 1 and 1/2 hours of soccer with energetic bees + wushu training = 85% risk of getting cramps during wushu training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyepyep. Im almost, braindead now and I shall end this post before I rampage books and keychains onto my computer as this night madness manifests me. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116205968423806769?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116205968423806769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116205968423806769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116205968423806769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116205968423806769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116170561235514495</id><published>2006-10-24T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:00:12.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointment comes from Respect.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, I thought you were deeper, and never expected you to be so superficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116170561235514495?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116170561235514495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116170561235514495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116170561235514495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116170561235514495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/disappointment-comes-from-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116152803599983799</id><published>2006-10-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:40:36.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Radin Mas Primary 6A and 6B batches who graduated in year 2002.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ outing on December 15 and 16 at East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;Contact YiBing for more details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, so looking forward to meeting up with Mrs Som's fledgings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone could be a little more selfless, the world would be a much better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all come from the same tribe of people somewhere in Africa (they still exists, in a considerably small number). They are not pale like the Chinese, and yet not as dark as the Africans, they are right in the middle of these two extremes. Height-wise also, asians are considerably shorter as compared to europeans, but again, they're in between. The reason we look different, is due to the spread of different genes to different areas. We all come from the same people, and now that we ve multiplied so much, we think that those different from us are not made up of the same things as us. Comeon, kick the bloody racism out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116152803599983799?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116152803599983799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116152803599983799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116152803599983799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116152803599983799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/radin-mas-primary-6a-and-6b-batches.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116134778211256265</id><published>2006-10-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:37:40.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabo-ed by : Sharlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so eh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. What time do you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;i sleep late/early, often around, hmm, 2 to 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. What is the last thing you did before this?&lt;br /&gt;put weights on my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Who's the one you always meet the most?&lt;br /&gt;my family bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Who's the person you'll call if you need help?&lt;br /&gt;different situations different people =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;how im gonna finish my 'assignment' soon. and how school would be like next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. What do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;prefer what? -.- i'll take the more laid-back option anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun with?&lt;br /&gt;unhappy people. and make them smile. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. What movie do you want to watch now?&lt;br /&gt;stuck between world trade centre and deathnote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What do you hate the most for now?&lt;br /&gt;the weight I put on, the year I wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. What do you do everyday besides sleep and eat?&lt;br /&gt;drink chat talk sing laugh adore think etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 12. When was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;two days ago to school. been stoning these past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. Colours that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;orange, light purple, shaded pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. Most fave thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;ah. i have a messy room, but i treasure my money box the most. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;what a question, yes. life isnt about one self, its about the people around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. Plan to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;yes, alot in fact. thats why my money box is somehow sacred to me. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. Are you satisfied with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;im content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. Breakfast or dinner?&lt;br /&gt;i seldom take breakfast, but yea, breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. Like chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;too sweet for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21. Do you have a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22. Whats your favourite food from fast food?&lt;br /&gt;erms, been avoiding them of recent, high amount of trans fat and usage of hydro oil is unhealthy. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. Cats or Dogs?&lt;br /&gt;small cats big dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24. Salty or sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Salty nuts sweet popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25. Country or city?&lt;br /&gt;Country. [best is country lifestyle with small bits of city life]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26. Is kissing normal for your age?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me whether you re conservative or open, and i ll give you different answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28. Favourite bands?&lt;br /&gt;The Fray is superb, music and character. UVERworld has brilliant songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29. Do you have your own room?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;what i wear to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31. Ever had a crush on a teacher in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Coke. [More addictive hahah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33. Sugar or spice?&lt;br /&gt;sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34. Can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35. Do you care about getting good grades?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36. Have you ever fallen asleep in class?&lt;br /&gt;used to, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37. Get a job or ask your parents for money?&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38. Is your mum stict?&lt;br /&gt;she was more strict in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39. Do your parents give you enough privacy?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she does sometimes she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40. Do your parents trust you?&lt;br /&gt;confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#41. Would you ever wanna lose your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#42. Does your best friend gets on your nerves?&lt;br /&gt;when he s your best friend, you forgive everything. unless its morally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#43. Do you make friends quickly?&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#44. Do you tell your mum everything?&lt;br /&gt;nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#45. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;br /&gt;$ and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#46. If you love someone and he/she rejected you, what will you do to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;must see what type of person lor. concern can be shown as good friends, but if the person is that afraid, i ll just leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#47. Can you sing/rap?&lt;br /&gt;copied sharlyn's answer! (if you can talk, you can sing! i do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#48. If you have one wish, who would you make your husband/wife for life?&lt;br /&gt;my current partner if i had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#49. What do you like about the survey?&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#50. 3 persons to sa-bo!&lt;br /&gt;1)limxy!&lt;br /&gt;2)shua(since she hasn't blogged for so long)&lt;br /&gt;3)shannon(a good old friend, though he seldom comes online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shar!! Do you realise your blog doesnt allow copying from the page? hahah. I typed everything out okay. Anyway was darn bored also.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116134778211256265?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116134778211256265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116134778211256265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116134778211256265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116134778211256265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/sabo-ed-by-sharlyn.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116116140405981450</id><published>2006-10-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:54:52.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going on a 12day china training trip at the end of november. Heh. Treat me well and I ll remember to get you a souvenior. Hahah joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested to catch the Singapore Slingers in action everytime they play in the indoor stadium? Hmmmmm. Been interested. Anyone going or looking for someone to go with, you know who to get! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim Jog Lose weight Study, how do I multitask? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Summarised food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;World population increases = Faster depletion of resources&lt;br /&gt;World population decreases = Governments urge married couples to have more babies for a couple of reasons.; Not enough young people to take care of the old, extinction of human race, remain dominant of Earth.&lt;br /&gt;We humans are such assholes we are starting to already think, that the world is for us to use and deplete off, that we already forget, animals and us are the same living things. We prioritise ourselves too much. ] ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic lyrics from The Fray's Over My Head (Cable Car) [Just a few parts, not the entire song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116116140405981450?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116116140405981450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116116140405981450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116116140405981450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116116140405981450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-on-12day-china-training-trip-at.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116101761318505828</id><published>2006-10-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:53:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys! Get 'The Fray' s 'How to save a life' album alrightey? 12 super tracks. Fantastic stuff. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Google s getting Youtube for about 1.6billion or million. I think billion. Interesting. Hmmmmms. To think videos are at such a convenient reach for us nowadays.  Maybe one day we dont even need to get away from home to do anything. Heh. Probably that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in watching Deathnote? Jio me wor! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Departed with jackboon and jongki just now. Hmmmm. Was pretty, nice. The initial confusion between the two lead male characters faded away only about 20 minutes in the show cause I felt they looked really alike. Ha. Gruesome and bloody was the show. Very thought provoking also. It actually makes us understand their actions than explain it out directly. They were like, very very professional in the movie I felt. Damn good actors. Neways, the show was pretty long. It started 8.45 and ended at 11 plus. Yea. So I got home late. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are killing me off. No sense of direction or motivation. Everything seems vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night yesterday. So im going off earlier today. Tata people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116101761318505828?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116101761318505828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116101761318505828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116101761318505828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116101761318505828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys-get-fray-s-how-to-save-life-album.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116075339279789374</id><published>2006-10-13T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:29:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wrote this little piece. Comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strings lifted and the fingers danced&lt;br /&gt;Feet moved Hands twirled&lt;br /&gt;Easily moved I sway with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt willingness I followed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manipulated I wasnt willing&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated my soul crumbled&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated I wished death&lt;br /&gt;You manipulated bones and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands scream claps as they applaud&lt;br /&gt;And you claim credit for all I dance&lt;br /&gt;Puppetplay they call it&lt;br /&gt;Prison I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As, my feet moved, and my hands twirled&lt;br /&gt;Fought against it but aint nething&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew I fell&lt;br /&gt;The strings were my bones and amany times you threw me sideways&lt;br /&gt;I lay and stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manipulated I wasnt willing&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated my soul crumbled&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated I wished death&lt;br /&gt;You manipulated bones and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puppetplay they call it&lt;br /&gt;Prison I saw&lt;br /&gt;Puppetplay was nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;than a prison for lesser beings&lt;br /&gt;Puppetplay they called..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116075339279789374?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116075339279789374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116075339279789374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116075339279789374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116075339279789374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/wrote-this-little-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116072865258229246</id><published>2006-10-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:37:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fray the fray the fray the fray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howtosavealife.com/"&gt;http://howtosavealife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savealifecampaign.com"&gt;www.savealifecampaign.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go view the save a life campaign site. Its really, darn meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When parents say get home safely, they really mean it. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116072865258229246?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116072865258229246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116072865258229246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116072865258229246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116072865258229246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/fray-fray-fray-fray-httphowtosavealife.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116047430864398361</id><published>2006-10-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:58:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the fuck am i even bothered.i dont need anybody at all.life is stupid,or maybe i am,for caring for somebody who cares for himself only.all u need is yourself and no one else. just make sure everything in life is done the way you want it.who cares about others.the world is for yourself,not commiting bloody time trying to be that force,you thought someone else needed.stupid people like me try to act the father that was never present since your birth,but you never saw it the way i did.maybe its the upteen times i ve heard "mind your own business",but heartbreak comes when something you do treasure, as much as what your life could and can mean,turns upon you and unleashes death upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to save a life?save your fucking ass and stop bothering others from now on.no one needs you.no one needs you to act like his father.just give him what he wants and makes him happy,why do you even care so much you fucker,who think you can help.fuck off owj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116047430864398361?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116047430864398361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116047430864398361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116047430864398361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116047430864398361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-fuck-am-i-even-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116046843733343481</id><published>2006-10-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:20:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny situation today. Was eating with lao shi s at tiong bahru market. And then this coffee auntie was walking past us when she suddenly stopped and came over, "hey, you two teach wushu one right? Ive seen you on teevee before! I KNOW YOU" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few moments later she came over again. Pointing at me this time she went "Then who are you? Student or what? Sec sch or what?" The instantaneous thoughts that came to my mind was "what the hell has it got to do with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she tried and started chatting up my coaches. lol. Interesting chat about her coffeeauntie lifestyle and daily routines. lol. Was so about to laugh out loud, lah. I mean, who comes to your breakfast and go "HEY I KNOW YOU, BUT ACTUALLY YOU DONT KNOW ME CAUSE YOU FAMOUS I AM NOT HAHA" to someone(sometwo in this case lol) Im having breakfast with. Like, what the hell. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116046843733343481?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116046843733343481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116046843733343481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116046843733343481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116046843733343481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-situation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116040396228862243</id><published>2006-10-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:26:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep in context, or actually superficial at comprehension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are what we learn in textbooks true, anyway? Or is it just stupid propaganda set by governments? We are supposedly having good bilateral relations with M'sia, which is total bullshit from what I see on television. Was channel hopping yesterday and landed on this msian talkshow(apparently a msian channel), two people were conversing and there was a picture of Minister Mentor LWY infront of a Singapore flag. I cudnt totally understand what they were talking about as it was in malay, but definitely, from the tone and postures, it wasnt anything friendly they said about our MM.  We keep learning we share good ties with Msia, but what the hell, we dont see that. Bickerings over national newspapers and making a mountain outa molehill with something MM said during the recent IMF meetings, is that what good bilateral relations are supposed to mean? Frequent backstabbing by them, and maybe by us that we do not see. If they want to teach us about something, make sure it is true. Why are things done with the mentality "to make it look better/better impression" instead of just truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent documentary about Pluto being not a planet anymore. The reason they chose to rename it as a Dwarf planet, as mentioned in the documentary, was because it would "interfere with what the whole world was taught before this new discovery" mentality. They were afraid that school students would all be confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a crazed mood at the moment. Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116040396228862243?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116040396228862243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116040396228862243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116040396228862243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116040396228862243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/deep-in-context-or-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116013285259733394</id><published>2006-10-06T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:28:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I witnessed the most cruel side of jackboon today man. Hahah. How he tortured the poor ant, let it go, and then tortured it again. -.- hahah. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was walking home today, and ah, was stumped by one of the dumbest things I ve ever seen I tell you. This grass patch is levelled nicely. And then, just because they need the cement to build dont know what shit on the pathway, the truck trampled over everything, including the grass patch, which was quite new and fresh. And when it left, it left behind destruction to it. Lol, all the mud sank in and everything was destroyed by the heavy weight of the cement truck. Like, hallow, can use brain anot? You work hard to get the grass patch levelled and then you send some kuku driver to trample over it, just for some cement which you could have spent some effort bringing it from the roadside and then to the area where it was to be used. -.- Remember the "Use your brain use your brain, use your brain, lah!" song? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsktsk. K gotta go. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116013285259733394?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116013285259733394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116013285259733394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116013285259733394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116013285259733394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-witnessed-most-cruel-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-116006777954936132</id><published>2006-10-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:02:59.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Differences that set me apart from yesteryear.&lt;br /&gt;I am different from what I was a couple of years or  maybe even last year, because I am no longer able and ready to express myself like I was.  I used to be, open in some sort of manner. Now everything I do, I think about consequences and the people around.  Everything I do, I make sure its 'safe'.  The guts died. Character floated away. It sucks. Maybe Im just, hmm, not proud of the current way of life Im living, thats why Im not ready to express it to any or every one. Maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-116006777954936132?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/116006777954936132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=116006777954936132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116006777954936132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/116006777954936132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/differences-that-set-me-apart-from.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115986685451733251</id><published>2006-10-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:14:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have tons of ice cream in my upper fridge compartment now. Woo. Who wants one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason has such an interesting post about Singapore Idol it made me chuckle. &lt;a href="http://www.thesexayone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thesexayone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I sleepwalk. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115986685451733251?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115986685451733251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115986685451733251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115986685451733251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115986685451733251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-tons-of-ice-cream-in-my-upper.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115884363225625243</id><published>2006-09-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:26:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need to be left alone for now I guess. Horrible stuffs. And I lost my phone this bloody afternoon. It probably came off my pocket in the MRT or I left it in the toilet, the latter being more unlikely. So Haidar and I went all around to search for the phone at Tiong Bahru Plaza. And I, or we instead, met the worst the people this nation could ever produced. Those excuses those people gave, how creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person I approached. "Sorry sir, could I borrow your phone for I lost mine. I d like to call back."&lt;br /&gt;Response "Ah handphone ah. Cannot cannot. Erhs. No battery." (Like wow? Of course it doesnt have a battery possibly working, until your friend called you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. "Excuse me sir, can you lend your phone to me for a moment? I lost my phone and d like to call back."&lt;br /&gt;Response "I dont have handphone." (I believe. I really do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third "Excuse me, can I borrow your phone from .."&lt;br /&gt;Response (Waves hysterically and points to another person whom he doesnt even know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th "Excuse me sir, can you like, lend me your phone? I lost my phone you see.."&lt;br /&gt;Response "So you d like to actually call back and check uh?" *takes out mobile phone and passes it to me* [HURRAY, like 25percent successful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shants go into all details about the rest. BUTTTT, there were two who were, well, just thought I might actually tell you their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady lowered her head before I could finish my "excuse me" and brisked away like she was some celebrity stalked by paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one was a middle aged man, "excuse me can you lend me your phone..."&lt;br /&gt;"Phoneeee?" "erhs" Turns suddenly to walk fast past us, and almost running in his state. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these people were so worried Im gonna like rob them of their mobiles on the second storey of tiong bahru plaza, can I like post them a question? Like how the hell am I going to run off with your phone with secuirity all over and two crowded escalators leading down? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I sound selfish because I was in need of a phone at that instant, but I would lend my phone to anyway who was sincere and seemed in need of a phone. I really would. Why are these singapoeans just &lt;a href="mailto:so@#$%"&gt;so@#$%&lt;/a&gt;@!^?!?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Frustration man. I guess Im a little better. Half of this post was done yesterday and the other half today. So hmm, different moods.  Anyway thanks sharlyn. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, if you ever get to come across my blog in any way. I want to say a really apologetic sorry. I just snapped at that instant. I wasnt blaming you for the loss of my phone. I was terribly affected that you thought and insisted I lied to you about how my phone went lost. It was a horrible feeling and different emotions of all sorts were running through; disappointment, anger, frustration, sadness, stress. Every sort of feeling and strings of all sorts la, the mind, the heart, muscles just got tangled up by themselves. They went amok inside of me. I never meant to holler, throw things, and break a bulb in the process. I, am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115884363225625243?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115884363225625243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115884363225625243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115884363225625243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115884363225625243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-need-to-be-left-alone-for-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115781502223289068</id><published>2006-09-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:17:02.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/afghan%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/afghan%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many people still remember this picture? Dated 1985, it set many people thinking. For the intent gaze and the murderous look, was astonishing, from a little girl then. Shocked most I'd say. This picture shall be a reminder to those who've forgotten about this picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, boring week. Been very preocupied in my thoughts of recent. Weird thing is Im actually very bothered by nothing by myself. Things I ve been doing, are they correct? Are they wise?  What else should I be doing? Who am I living for? And am I living for the three letter word 'fun' of recent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two recent movies; Click and Singapore Dreaming. Hmmms. Click was fantastic whilst Singapore Dreaming required a more mature audience, definitely not for kids. Click showed a straight forward theme mid way through, and it was damn touching. How it stuck right into my heart, very very meaningful and powerful movie I'd say. A magazine review gave it 3/5 stars and I was left cursing the editors. Ha. Singapore Dreaming, as I said, is for more mature audiences, kinda tough to actually get its point initially. And my movie time was heavily disrupted by inconsiderate citizens. Three in fact, one young kid, primary school level, a mother and a guy. The boy was damn gei-kiang and more fascinated with the urinating in the lift and the way he deduced the maid stole the money blahblahblah. Whilst the mother was very inconsiderate because her mouth never stopped. Like trying to act as some translator whenever the content was in foreign to us language, as in, Hokkien and so on. WHAT ARE THE BLOODY SUBTITLES FOR? They got on my nerves so bad I kept turning to give -im irritated, please lower down your volume or keep quiet- look. BUT THEY WENT ON. Until the guy kept asking them to "diam la, stop talking please. People also watching. " in a hushed tone. But they still went on. Spoilt my movie time. I didnt pay money to listen to adults trying to explain the movie to little kids when its ongoing. I mean, if someone shows hes been affected by your actions the most polite thing is to stop whatever you're doing right? Its not fair.  I was very very tempted a few times, to actually turn and request they lower their volumes down by great measures because its affecting my comprehension of the movie, but I still decided against it in the end. Bleah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The usual things went on after that, training, supper with coaches and friends and some discussion over things.  One very bright thing this day was my taxi trip. The taxi driver was brilliant, he was very friendly and considerate, explained to us the route he chose to take to better tackle the two destinations we ordered, first to my friend's place and then to mine.And we went on to have a exciting conversation abouts sports, all sorts of sports. He was more fascinated in China's advancements in every sort of sport. Gymnastics left him the deepest impression. Ha.  Was a superb taxi driver, the way he communicates with his clients and passengers. He was an indian, but still, we managed to produce a great conversation. &lt;strong&gt;Things always do better when we put the racial barrier aside, it really does&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially in Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115781502223289068?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115781502223289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115781502223289068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115781502223289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115781502223289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-many-people-still-remember-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115737913281540244</id><published>2006-09-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:12:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still cannot pretty much put myself to believe someone like Steve Irwin, or more affectionately known as the Crocodile Hunter, is dead. And his death was in a way, I also worried for, conversationists and animal biologists like him. When I was small I always wondered "What would happen, if an accident was to happen and prove fatal?" It happened, on4th September. He was swimming too closely to stingrays and one's tail pierced through his rib cage and straight into his heart. Fatal and immediate. I cant believe it. So many times I've seen him swim alongside crocodiles and provide this interesting "commentary" about things and now he's gone. Not someone whom I know personally, but someone recognised. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's putting a turtle (tu) on their msn nicks to act as a tribute and a sign of respect for him. We ll miss you crocky hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles on &lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ent/celebrities/4161471.html"&gt;http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ent/celebrities/4161471.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115737913281540244?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115737913281540244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115737913281540244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115737913281540244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115737913281540244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-cannot-pretty-much-put-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115708100703830150</id><published>2006-08-31T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:23:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy teachers' day to my current teachers, former teachers and my future teachers! Heh. Brilliant day. Apologies for my constant hijacking and interruptions through your lessons and everything. Im just plain naughty. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really have much to blog these few days. Cept for the Channel U talkshow. Ha. Why are they getting an auntie who is so ironic of her words and superficial in anything? And yesterday's topic about how open this society is to young relationships and their actions. Okay la dont talk about hugging very very very intimately in public, but this ma'am actually said "Gf? Can. Bring home of course can. BUT cannot touch! Hold hands also cannot!" ... And when the guests asked her when was her first fall-in-love thing, she said PRIMARY SIX, which would have had her at 12 years old then. And then she said "now he secondary sch! Cannot have gf lah! Cannot." .. Uh huh, which pretty sums up everything about our society. They are not open enough. We are still conservative as a nation and society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I must agree with one of the guests though, he mentioned something "The key now is not whether the people caught on phone cameras are students or not. They are targetting students a whole lot more. But would it be appropriate for adults or even elderly, to do that kind of action in the public? No. " Yep. This I agree, we, youth of Singapore, are not given any leeway for anything. We get scrutinised for anything, everything. We get used as examples. We are said to give Singapore a bad name. Do we? OR DO YOU MAKE US TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we suffering the brunt of the failed expectations of yours? Why do we have to achieve what some of you could not, and you could be that selfish to demand it from us actually. Youth in spotlight, not limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been terribly irritated by some guy who goes by the name wei kiat. -.- He likes to put a devastating difference between 4N and 4E. 4E can do it well, 4N cannot. 4E are nice guys and 4N are bastards. Wake up, lah. Ain't nothing you can do, and 4N can't do. And I bet my ass for that. (Sorry for content of this paragraph. Just needed to get it off my chest)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115708100703830150?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115708100703830150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115708100703830150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115708100703830150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115708100703830150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-teachers-day-to-my-current.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115677573528072964</id><published>2006-08-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:35:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Roy%20hug%20hahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Roy%20hug%20hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Roy%20side%20hahah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Roy%20side%20hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Roy%20hahah%20Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Roy%20hahah%20Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Roy%20Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Roy%20Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my neighbourhood playground with a ball. And somehow, I stayed there for about an hour or so, not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first came a little girl and her mum who were fascinated with the red and white ball. The ball was half her height actually but she still loved it alot, so I "played" along with her. Heh. And a few moments later, on came two other small fellas, boy and girl. Siblings they are. One was Roy! A little two year old kid. Hes very very adorable. The girl was very shy when it comes to telling her name so I didnt get it in the end. Ha. But she was very cute also, she ran over to me in small footsteps and "hit" me on the lap, and started her hysterical laughter. Ha, and I had to act like it really hurt. Anyway, I didnt manage to get pictures of the first girl or her mum, so ta dahh. On come pictures of Roy and his sister! (Okay they re at the top of the post actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they were absolutely dear darlings, Roy said goodbye to me with "SEE YA! COME AGAIN OKAY!" Ha ha ha kiddy eyecandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115677573528072964?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115677573528072964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115677573528072964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115677573528072964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115677573528072964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-at-my-neighbourhood-playground.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115640883347144191</id><published>2006-08-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:40:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Little Things in the Lift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I saw when I was waiting for the lift this morning. The lift stopped at 16 storeys(Im on the 14th), and then when it came down to me, shock o shock. I see this elderly bespectacled man, who looks the sort of drama serial peaceful father guy in shows, behind a -look very filipino to me- woman, in a very very, crude position. His left hand was on the woman's bre***s, sort of grappling by the movement he was showcasing. His right arm was behind the woman. As I gasped silently, they halted everything they were doing and kept to one side as I stood to the back of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more horrifying thing I discovered was, when the lift door opened. The woman said "Sir, come." IT TURNED OUT THAT THE WOMAN WAS A MAID. maid MaId MAID! And that guy took to his steps very slowly. Seemed like he was erhs, quite slow in movement. BUT HE WAS SO ACTIVE AND HAPPY AND EXCITED IN THE LIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115640883347144191?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115640883347144191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115640883347144191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115640883347144191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115640883347144191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/dirty-little-things-in-lift.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115625516943212932</id><published>2006-08-22T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:59:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He who humbles himself gets respected but he who over-respects himself gets humbled easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was watching the "Life Story" show on channel 5  a couple of moments ago. The 1.99 Store person, as in the person behind the whole store, mentioned this, "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes we must act like kids also, when we fall, we get up and sweep the dirt off our knees, and we start to run again&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very nice. And true also. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very lerthagic of recent. I guess I really need to sleep early, ha ha. Anyway, real dead beat. Will blog a longer post soon. Tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115625516943212932?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115625516943212932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115625516943212932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115625516943212932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115625516943212932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-who-humbles-himself-gets-respected.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115607416640030422</id><published>2006-08-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:42:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inexplicable disgust for those taxi drivers who work with touts to earn extra bucks off tourists. Hey wait, I used the term "earn". Maybe I should say "cheat". Disgusting, imagine how the tourists would feel if they realise they've been cheated of tens of bucks for a stupid ride. It is these black sheeps who give Singapore a bad name. Shooo off and Singapore would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was on the train a couple of days ago. And just minutes after I gave my seat to one elderly sir, I witnessed something which was horrible. There was this vacant seat, and a mum was with her daughter on the left, and another businesswoman on the right. Both of them(businesswoman and girl) spotted the seat and rushed to it. The woman thought she had gotten it, and the young girl decided to show how flexible she was, just shoving her way right between the woman's butt and another seated passenger. Then she plants her arse firmly on the seat and looks extremely delighted. -.0. God. One adult and one young girl, who both dont show any consideration at all. In the act of public somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZ. Make Singapore a better place! GO GO GO! But again, I havent been an angel exactly of course, so, yea, everyone work hard, bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meeting up with stephie and the "NICEST" josheen weee tomorrow. To buy present for ********. Heh. Pictures tomorrow okay? Josheen wee rocks. -.0. (Nose just got longer) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokey, I ll go off now. Shall blog another time. Ta people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115607416640030422?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115607416640030422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115607416640030422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115607416640030422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115607416640030422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/inexplicable-disgust-for-those-taxi.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115600838533466742</id><published>2006-08-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:26:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone should be quite high morning of monday, since the papers end on that time. Hmmm. Things' been pretty rocky for me this couple of days, friendships and all. And it also brought me to realise how vulnerable things can get, and how superficial things are at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kopitiam at Serangoon has apparently hired a new coffee-uncle who was'nt quite sure of things, the drinks and prices. We gave an order of "MiloBing, TehBing, Sprite Ice, and Apple Tea". He said "China apple tea har?". Friend said "APPLE tea" And he said " Then I think dont have." lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on, he took out a small piece on paper, or you may call it a card (phone card size) and checked the prices for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back with the drinks, and gave me a "Sprite" instead of "Sprite Ice". So I said "er uncle, mei you Sprite Ice ah?". He replied almost instantly "Huh? Sprite what. You said sprite mah. Then Ice." He looks at the cup of ice that he put down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha, I guess he must have seen "Sprite Ice" as "Sprite" and a cup of "Ice". Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115600838533466742?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115600838533466742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115600838533466742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115600838533466742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115600838533466742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyone-should-be-quite-high-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115582014384110789</id><published>2006-08-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:09:03.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore Idol's been very 'propaganda' of recent, hor? Look at the recent trailers and things the hosts say. Trailer says "will not show faces anymore" and "this IS a singing competition". As if the recent ousted idols werent deserving of their fates. Whilst some were, some weren't. The hosts kept repeating "vote wisely, this is a singing competition.". True, but then, still, this competition is based on votes. So it's actually kinda sad thing. Maybe they should have this "30 percent should ' &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; idol ' go home by judges, and 70 percent audience votes. " Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the results were just announced! MATHILDA is going home. God, joke man.  If Jonathan or Hady Mirza gets eliminated, Im not gonna watch SI anymore. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to do chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115582014384110789?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115582014384110789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115582014384110789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115582014384110789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115582014384110789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapore-idols-been-very-propaganda.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115553313518309058</id><published>2006-08-13T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T05:03:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was my second formal E.Geog paper only. So I was stumped for a couple of minutes when the format was seemingly different as compared to the Mid year paper. Hmmmm. So I dont know how the major examination paper is gonna be like. -.-. And ah, I was mildly irritated and utterly frustrated at the end of today's paper. Why? Because I was rushing my work, I wanted to make it look nicer, and was hence adding a final statement to it. Then I had "dependent on the market demand" to go, and Miss Noorlisa(sorry if wrong spelling) had to go "PUT YOUR PENS DOWN" in a "someone offended me" tone, then I tried to rush faster, and she went "I SAID PUT YOUR PENS DOWN!". I got so frustrated I just cancelled the bloody line. Great, my initial intention to make my answer look more 'whole' has changed 180degrees; now it looks like I didnt have time to finish my answer instead. I mean, an examination duration is only there because no one has all the time in the world to wait for hours for one paper, but definitely, she could do something like "Please complete your last sentence now." And it's much more polite. Why do you have to go, PUT YOUR PENS DOWN, as if someone offended you. We were trying to complete the bloody piece of work, aint we? Would it kill for a few more seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah, bad day man. I've got a "never give up" story coming along soon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. Got to go for now. Tata people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115553313518309058?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115553313518309058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115553313518309058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115553313518309058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115553313518309058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-was-my-second-formal-e.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115539826137314401</id><published>2006-08-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:57:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training ended not long ago. Very very tired and it's quite a significant weight(5-6 kgs?) I've put on since my injury. Shall try to shed most of it. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say Im awfully upset that Im missing out on a chance to watch the world champs'ships for wushu this coming october due to monetary reasons? It's at a cheapy price already for a start. Nevermind, family comes first. Family family FAMILY. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant concentrate. I think I need help in concentrating. Maybe it s due to me havent really sat down and tried studying for too long, a few months. Now it s seemingly difficult, plus the fact that I do get distracted easily. Bwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115539826137314401?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115539826137314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115539826137314401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115539826137314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115539826137314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/training-ended-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115527904296237056</id><published>2006-08-10T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:50:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My post today shall be on the principal speech. While I found it very interesting on this occasion, I felt that Mr Syed has unfornately contradicted himself in these two parts he gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about reaping what we sow. And in this case, he used seedlings/saplings which would grow into beansprouts, given nourishment and care given by us onto them. The nourishment and care or effort spent on them, is equivalent to how much effort we put into studying and CONSISTENTLY doing our homework(which I unfortunately havent done so -.-), and the end result is what we actually reap and how much effort and time we put in. One important thing he mentioned, it is possible that, we sow 10 seedlings or saplings, but we only get 2 in return at the end of the day. Okay, this is my personal view. Cause the actual statement he gave was it is not possible to get all 10 seedlings turn into beansprouts at the end of the term. The process is which we 'nurture' these seedlings is very very important. Just like our consistent commitment to studies is very important, for last minute work is getting tougher and not practical anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I presume that his main point was CONSISTENCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Part Two.&lt;br /&gt;It actually shocked me when he finished this. Felt a tad disappointed the principal said this. Suspense no more, let me tell you what he said. He mentioned about Mr Karamjit bringing students to the East Coast park to jog or cycle every saturday. And that he doesn't mind spending a few hundred dollars if they actually reap results. However the problem is that, from his mouth, one time a week IS NOT GOING TO HELP MUCH or even AT ALL. Yes he said that. And then he said, 'If you eat once a week, then cycling once a week is good, BUT if you eat everyday, three meals somemore, and some of them eat alot, then how does cycling once a week even help?!'&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people around me had this first reaction, "Mr Karamjit kena JACKED, ha ha ha.". Okay, sometimes we do find Mr Karamjit a little irritating and too playful. Haha. No offence. But this is totally ridiculous. It seems that the principal is actually a little unhappy that money is being spent like that. And results are not showing. I beg to differ. I believe, that Mr Karamjit' main point, is to actually INCORPORATE HEALTHY LIVING, and making EXERCISES a part of the students' lives that is the key here. I am in fact quite astounded how the principal seeks short term plans and excessive treatment over here. Since he said, we should be exercising everyday since we eat everyday. Mr Syed, with no due inrespect meant, it is common knowledge, that we cannot exercise vigourously with a main purpose to lose weight everyday. The time our muscles actually FORM and take SHAPE, is the recovery period. Which means, that after every vigourous workout, you need a protein-full recovery period, to actually see results. And INCORPORATING HEALTHY LIVING AND EXERCISES into students' lives is something that is CONSISTENT. The results would be CONSISTENT showings from students. This totally goes against his Part One speech. So a major boo-booo. Again, no due inrespect, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sorry for Mr Karamjit. I feel he really wants to make students put healthy living into their lifestyles. And he jogs everyday, good example. If you even notice, he was much dead in tone when he took the mike after that. Dont let this stop you from trying anything, cher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Maybe the principal has other meanings or maybe he has failed to really express what he REALLY meant, but all I've said here is what I've seen and heard today, and most importantly, felt. Consideration would be important. And erms, long term plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115527904296237056?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115527904296237056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115527904296237056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115527904296237056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115527904296237056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-post-today-shall-be-on-principal.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115522359171894788</id><published>2006-08-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:36:22.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmms, something to ponder over. The term "juice" most of the time, refers to the 'essence of something', agreed on? Like for example, there is ORANGE JUICE, where it refers to the 'Essence of orange'. So, there's this new drink called Activade. And it says "Sports Juice Beverage". Do you actually drink sports essence from it? Heh. Just a little interesting point that came to me during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Kinda came up with something during some maths revision. Break the deception and you get full. Hmmmms, as in, most of the time, mathematics is about basics formulaes but question makers who try to put obstacles in the way, confusing you. Break them, you get full marks. Ha. I've got alot to learn! *Shouldnt have been so lacklustre about my studies before!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thermal Energy and Heat Transfer is kinda cool. How molecules work. Coool. Okay, off to a little bit more studying. This is my last time doing last minute studying! God, it's a promise. Everyone here take me for my word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115522359171894788?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115522359171894788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115522359171894788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115522359171894788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115522359171894788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmms-something-to-ponder-over.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115513353595319209</id><published>2006-08-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:25:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday SINGAPORE! Crescent moon, stars, red and white! 41st Birthday. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmms, I realise I'm spending too much time thinking rather than actually getting down, putting time on studying, and working for the unwelcomed prelims, which comes in a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is not there I really detest studying or anything, but I have a horrible habit of being unable to concentrate on texts, and memorising anything. I always hated memorising anything. And since the prelims are coming so much closer and I do not have that much arsenal of knowledge to combat them headon, I think I shall study (3 quarters), and 'study' how the exams' gonna be tested, and work it to my advantage(1 quarter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Ha. The Silver Darlings by Neil Gunns is a fantastic book. It tells about how fishermen struggle to live, in ancient days and what they actually do and how fishermen fear the sea. Very fascinating. And enthralling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115513353595319209?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115513353595319209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115513353595319209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115513353595319209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115513353595319209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore-crescent-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115509348759349712</id><published>2006-08-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:56:02.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recognise.He wore tatters and long pants that were torn beyond repair. Little patches of white could be seen, in between those unpatched patches in his shirt. His toes protrude that pair of worn out canvas. There were holes all over his materials, from head to toe. A biege cowboy hat that looked a little dirty lay on the ground, probably one he picked up from the dumps. Passer bys flipped pennies into it, without even giving him a glance. That scrawny figure looked up, with a wide warm smile. He cleared his throat and introduced to the crowd, " My name is Lucas, humble servant to audiences." Few clapped, most were giving pernickety stares at him; some in disgust of how this little man could ever find his way into this pretty place. And indeed, at first glance, it looked like this man was in a wrong place. He looked nothing more than a begger, and everyone around him wore pretty suits and beautiful ties. Even the grafitti done onto the walls by kids looked nicer. How was Lucas ever going to fit into the scene?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever recognise anyone other than ourselves nowaday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so critical of everything now, perfection is unattainable, everything seems a lost cause once it doesn't reach our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple explanation at &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt; of recognise-&lt;br /&gt;#01 - To know again; to perceive the identity of, with a person or thing previously known; to recover or recall knowledge of&lt;br /&gt;.#02 - To avow knowledge of; to allow that one knows; to consent to admit, hold, or the like; to admit with a formal acknowledgment; as, to recognize an obligation; to recognize a consul.&lt;br /&gt;#03 - To acknowledge acquaintance with, as by salutation, bowing, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;#04 - To show appreciation of; as, to recognize services by a testimonial&lt;br /&gt;.#05 - To review.&lt;br /&gt;#06 - To reconoiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Start Recognising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115509348759349712?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115509348759349712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115509348759349712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115509348759349712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115509348759349712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/recognise.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115494967870816190</id><published>2006-08-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:15:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My previous post may seem to confuse initially, but once you get it you see the whole picture. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot exactly remember whether I've posted on this topic 'Computer nation' before, I'm gonna do it again so IF I have done this before, please bear with it. (My memory's failing me =S)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so about one month ago, I caught this one the news 'How &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aims to be connected by computerality(i coined this word haha) within 10 years' time'. There was pretty elaborate information, on how &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be like within ten years time, if this plan do get achieved. So, going by the news, &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ans would be extensively covered by technological advances and these advances would also be the means of 'connecting the nation'. The nation would ensure that every home will possess at least one computer, the people will be updated on how to use it to its utmost 'usefulness', and how virtually everything could and can be done on via the computer.(no pun intended) The one ridiculous thing they also broadcasted on this, was a small clip showing an eldery 'visiting the doctor' using her MOBILE PHONE. Yes, a doctor visit via the phone. Come on, it's not going to work. There are always factors which require 'touches' of professionals to actually give some clue to what might have had caused the infection/illness/itch or anything. How 'professional' are doctors going to get in the future if they were to prescribe and save patients with an equipment called the mobile phone, and this equipment was initally meant to provide users with the ability to contact and message someone else via its calls and sms-es. And this mobile phone is turning into some television box with camera with i mode contained in a cigarrette box sized piece of metal. Kay Im getting off-track. (This part is just one example to prove my point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to it. And the news stated this government organisation started this. I can't remember the organisation initials, apologies. Haven't these people done or studied SOCIAL STUDIES BOOK 4 CHAPTER ONE THE WELFARE STATE OF BRITAIN? This is looking to be exactly the same sort of situation. One primary aim, without realising the possible casualties of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big casualty would number one, be us. In what way you may say, since everything is going to turn so bloody convenient. Do you even realise that there is a considerable drop in amount of people putting their feet out of their cosy homes to actually do something? For example, shopping can be done via computer, booking travel tickets via computer, communicating via softwares in computer, and reading my blog like what you re doing now. (But I aint no potato coach at least.) As a result, the obesity rate would rise taller than the malaysian towers and Mount Everest. People would start getting hunch-backed, due to the excessive amount of time they spend sitting down and using the computer. EVOLUTION OF HUMANS TO A LESS PHYSICAL STATE MIGHT ALSO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two, casualty is nature. Who would actually really care for Nature? The greens? Other than aristocratic bastards who swing their clubs at balls on the greens? For their pure entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of how pollution would affect us more when the greens lessen. There are far too many casualties. Let's all boycott the computer nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one very stinging comment I would like to make. Our nation, does not live up to its premature aims and goals they would like to achieve. Two years ago, they came up with GOAL 2010 and got everyone started. And now, this computer nation. GOAL 2010 seems to be failing terribly, especially in the way the SNSC actually initially denied the Young Lions chance of clawing at the Asian games Soccer trophy. If you wouldnt even give a chance for Asia, dont talk &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: blue; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#ccffff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: blue; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff; blue: "&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hence, I think, the government should be a little more pragmatic in what they aim for. With more consideration. Especially without making things end like a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It s good to do something, but sometimes, excessiveness is extravagance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Like in this case, I think that our computer technology should be stopping somewhere soon, by ourselves. Too much convenience does not produce happiness or sincerity. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if the organisation is not goverment based or anything. But, it was in the news, lah. And &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; news, somewhat always linked to government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ALL THE ABOVE PARAGRAPHS ARE OPINIONS OF MY OWN AND SHOULD NOT BE TREATED OVER-SERIOUSLY BY ANYONE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115494967870816190?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115494967870816190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115494967870816190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115494967870816190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115494967870816190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-previous-post-may-seem-to-confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115486294520142134</id><published>2006-08-06T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:15:45.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should there be grey, in between black and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused. I used to think, that it would be completely stupid and would take the most inflexible person, to see the world only in black and white. Where wrong would definitely be wrong, right would definitely be right. There cant be any tad of right in that wrong. Kay, I understand it sounds extremely confusing, but if you get it you get it, you dont get it then 'bobian'. lol. And I would say that Miss Lai probably looked this sort of person the most. No offence, but, I saw as that once, I dont know about now. But her way of dealing things was, too inflexible I guess. She saw right as right, wrong as wrong, and there was no way of 'negotiation-possible' by any way, whenever it's her. And for her depriving me of a chance last year, I pretty much disliked her for some time. (hate is too strong a word, limxy-taught) She saw it as I killed a chance so I should not be given a chance or whatsoever. Case-closed. No argument. Well, I have no qualms about this because I am pretty much at fault for being totally nonchalant at my studies also. But yes, she proved that everything was either black or white to her, during the Sarawak trip. Some rules she imposed during our hotel stay. Hmm. (I reiterate that this is not objective towards miss lai and of no offence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the 'grey in between black and white' part. These people dont draw an ultimate line between things, example, they would say "she isn't entirely wrong; she may have killed someone, but she had to kill to save another one." That's grey for me. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it extremely confusing. Like how, we demand a little flexibility at times, and when we do realise, that being flexible all the time, backfires, because people do find loopholes and take advantage of it. But be rigid and firm, and people call you inflexible. Like I thought of miss lai. Hmmm. Food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115486294520142134?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115486294520142134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115486294520142134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115486294520142134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115486294520142134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/should-there-be-grey-in-between-black.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115484249742872405</id><published>2006-08-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:34:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it possible that people do act and do things differently, and it's due to the environment we are entitled to? Does the mind do a 'split-personality' thing when it senses differences in the environment, and causes people to work and think differently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115484249742872405?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115484249742872405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115484249742872405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115484249742872405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115484249742872405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-possible-that-people-do-act-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115476478275356636</id><published>2006-08-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:59:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; time &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; heal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a very majestic condominium has invaded my Tiong Bahru. It stands tall and very pretty, which would mean that it doesn't make my block look cool anymore; in fact it stands out from this area, and I mean literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my Justice League and Avengers fantasy of recent. Superheroes galore. Realised that I'm more fantasy-over on Batman and his apprentices. Because, they show the humane side of all of us. Fear being the most in Batman. AND THEY HAVE NO SUPERPOWERS. Nightwing rocks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post. Heh. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115476478275356636?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115476478275356636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115476478275356636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115476478275356636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115476478275356636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-time-wont-heal-i-think-very.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115443374852856019</id><published>2006-08-01T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:02:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one who seeks it the least, gets it most of the time. The one who seeks it desperately, turns irritating. The one who listens, gets appreciated. The one who copies or follows, gets snubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Prelims coming. Cant say am entirely ready for it. But give me one and a half weeks, I will be. Too many not to let down. Self-discipline shall be the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATTE EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115443374852856019?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115443374852856019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115443374852856019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115443374852856019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115443374852856019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-who-seeks-it-least-gets-it-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115413874845973763</id><published>2006-07-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:05:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a simple look-through of my previous nokia 6230, the little files I stored inside, the video of the backflips cailaoshi did, the saved messages i put in one file, the occasional diary entries I entered in my phone (learnt this from joanna), and of course, the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random act that came due to the irritance of boredom and it struck me with flowing and vivid memories, of love, of game, of friends, of teachers, of school, of CCA, and everything that could have happened back then. How we looked during Secondary 1 &amp; 2, and the changes that some might have encountered. Yep. Nostalgic. And one diary entry I left in there; I entered it, on the last night I might ever have the most fun with CCHMS people. The last night of Wushu CCA Camp, when everyone was asleep, I remained awake, taking in every pictorial event I could ever experience for the last time, thinking about everyone and everything. And I stored some notes of things I could not contain with any sort of bombastic vocab or anything, for they were/are more than anything words can express, or even language in this manner. It left me stuttering in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought after everything flashed back onto me, it's over.  Yup, It s over and I dont have a choice, only choice is to move forward and keep those memories that could easily empower me to do better things, academically or physically. Thank you for the memories, and, sorry, for the disappointment I set some upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115413874845973763?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115413874845973763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115413874845973763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115413874845973763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115413874845973763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-simple-look-through-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115392536022756800</id><published>2006-07-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:49:20.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love grace's nick. "Guns don't kill men. Men kill men". So true. That's random by the way. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things almost went a little too personal during Social Studies today. Nicely termed, its a debate and clearing of  misunderstanding, badly put, sides were desperately giving their "im right" view of the issue. Childish. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to commit time to studies. Play little, study much. Okay Mission Study is on the go! Heh. Been kinda left out on anything that might have been interesting to blog about or let anyone else know, so I guess I shall stop and not waste another single second you waste reading this part. Ha. K tata~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115392536022756800?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115392536022756800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115392536022756800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115392536022756800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115392536022756800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-graces-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115358327161460616</id><published>2006-07-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:35:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's horrible; I can't run.&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible; I can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible thing to be unable to jog and get involved in sports as physically as I used to be able to. For these three months that is. Hopefully things DO get better. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to help out at bradell heights CC wushu today. And was out with sa, zy, sy and yc before that. Hmmms. And I was awfully dumb to leave my training shoes there at the macdonalds(I left first.). Yep. That's me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims coming. Major examinations coming. Still in this dark abyss, deceived by this masquerade of enticing beauty in which lies in play and  games enjoyment, and the graveness of not letting down my loved ones and mentors still hasn't sunk in deep enough. I need to wake up. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;[Horrible; I always know where the problem lies, but can't execute the correct prescription to it, something like that. Argh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on my character. I hate this losing of the little kid innocence and helpfulness I once had. We were all much nicer people. Secondary 2 was the best year I've ever spent. Secondary 3 taught me, sometimes we have to look out for ourselves, being nice to everyone doesn't gaurantee the same treatment. And how sinister adulthood can be sinks in. Cruel stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Wake up. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the S.O.P. (Standard Operating Procedure); created by Miss Lai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115358327161460616?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115358327161460616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115358327161460616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115358327161460616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115358327161460616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-horrible-i-cant-run.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115306413964474950</id><published>2006-07-16T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T04:09:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUNE 2005 CCHMS SARAWAK TRIP - SPECIAL MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivid memories. Of how simple life put reflections in my thoughts. On how the simplicity was content enough for those small kids, those bare souls, who hanker not over money, who think of life as a simpler issue, who commit less atrocities. Simplicity was life, was pleasure for them. How can I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Village life was tremendous for us, as in, we go "how can i do without clean water and this and that, common shortages and stuffs, the classrooms in the village school was so simple so rundown so dirty." WE go like that, THEY DONT. They have three or four different uniforms in that school. There wasn't so much thought on how different they looked, they had a simple purpose, which was to study in school, and that is a SINCERE PURPOSE. We dont do so; how many of us in singapore go to school to study, we go to school because we have to. Most of us that is. Isnt that something very regrettable, very sad, and reflective on us? So regrettable that crying does not make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived on simple food. The beef was tough, the rice was very wet, the drinks were plain. The small village school had a room specially for their lunch, it was just like any other classroom there. The kids squeezed with each other and dug into their food, it was very, contact. Yes contact. They were super, they enjoy themselves in school, they do not quarell the childish way we do. And I always remember, I will always remember, that green piece of thing. Done by the hands of two boys, two remarkable boys. Brown tan skin, little hands, they picked two leafs, and transformed it into a ring, a banana leaf ring, which they presented to me. How special that feeling was. More than anything like an iPOD or whatsoever. Heartfelt. Joanna cried, cried very very badly on the last day I remembered. Six girls, took the effort to find straws, alot alot alot of yellow and green straws. They made some big big big big pineapple out of these straws and it was super, very very super. Pretty and magnificent; they presented it to joanna with some note that addressed her as 'sister'. She was so super touched she cried, cried badly. I remember, me , LIM XIANG YUN TORI, yenberg, jonathan and a few more, including mr chuachorloon, were in charge of organising games and activities for that day, pretty remarkable, how we did it, we had s0 much trouble finding mr chuachorloon's room-.- and the hotel lift was always faulty. Okay, that was the "going there" part. We were afraid of many things initially, like how they might understand what games we were going to play, and I even came up with the lame idea of "ji go pak". ( Cold water splashes from everywhere ) The next day, it was a pretty good thing, we were most glad they enjoyed themselves thoroughly, not just them, all of us. Pictures, signatures of our little heroes. Little collections of everything. And it was so cute, I still remember, how the village school staff, went to find some ladder, to take down their school signboard, to put aside our school banner thing that read " CHUNG CHENG HIGH SCHOOL(MAIN) SARAWAK GEOGRAPHY TRIP". Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we proceeded on to actually stay in a longhouse. Yes, traditional longhouses tribal people live in. That kinda stuff. I think we spent three days there, yup. Three super days. Now notice how many 'super's i ve been using in this blog post. Heh. Went to watch some performance at one of the "theatres" there, all sorts of different performances they amazed us all. (although there was one point at which I fell asleep) I remember one showed the accuracy these tribesmen could perform by using bamboo shoots to burst balloons. And one used his teeth to carry tremendous amounts of weight. Hmmm. The bathing part was very funny of us. 'Cause there's just this bigbigbigbigbigbigbig tank of water and a scoop thing. And we were supposed to bathe just like that. Hmmm, I remembered we spoke till 4 in the morning before I went to bathe. And the guys were talking all about the crushes they had who who in the trip also. Heh. Lotsa secrets. Hmmmm. And Revvo was super obsessed with this traditional drums thing that could be found at the souvenour shop. But it was a little expensive I guess. And it was heartbreak for me, during games, kenneth accidentally stomped on the bananaleafring, it broke and it was in the grasses, couldn't find it. :S Ah, sorry fellas. I miss you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AHH, the special cave trip. I can't remember the exact name of the cave, but I remember it had something to do with "wind faeries" and that kinda stuff. Very, very eye-opening(direct chinese translation from da kai yan jian). Heh. It was a super huge cave and there were these natural transformations that led to them looking like some deities and faeries, and the terrifying number of bats inside. It was also very slippery and we were all led up this stairs, with broken steps inbetween to an small area of clean air outside the cave. THAT PLACE HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AROUND IT. And everyone started being sarcastic as each group came down, we started telling each other "best view of sarawak, super view. super nice" that kinda stuff. And everyone went up with the -.- thing in the end. And our group, led by mrchuachorloon (we were split into different groups, cause the stairs were super narrow and only allowed one person on each step) was led to that "had nothing around it" area by the light coming from outside, and then when we were going back doon, back into the abyss of darkness we realised that none of us, yes none of us had a flashlight with us. Then mrchuachorloon was like "hey who last-man, switch on torch". All of us were like "eh dont have". Then he went something like " wah win liao." Haha. Eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last part of our trip was super horrendus!(the staying part, and the fact I lost my dear camera) We took this boat trip to some 'ulu ulu' island, which had wild boars running around and green snakes on trees. And poor yuxin was attacked by mosquitoes, there were like 40 plus mosquito bites from her upper body, we sorta counted or something like that. And there was this night trip, where the guide asked us to look out for some bloody red eyes in the dark and all that happened were shrieks from girls who accidentally fell off the pavement, and in the end the tour guide gave up looking for the red eyes and asked us to look at the plants which could glow at nihgt. -.-'' Hmmm. At night, most of us were contemplating on how we were to bathe, CAUSE THE WATER WAS ALL YELLOWISH, AND VERY YELLOWISH. And poor yenberg, staying in the same room as mrchuachorloon had to bathe with that water cause he was constantly encouraged by him I think, by the knowledge that the water had countained minerals and iron that came from the mountains and slopes. Yes, THAT KINDA STUFF again. I used the bottles of mineral water to clean myself up that night and I think sharlyn showed how singaporeanly-kiasu we are! She bought two or three huge huge huge 1.5 litres mineral water bottles. Hah. Hmm. We also visited some mangroves and the ground was awfully light and quick-sandyish. Oh, And I cant forget the 'hike' up the mountain and onto the plaetue (I FORGOT HOW ITS SPELT. Pronunciation being 'PLEH-TU') The ground and the soil at some parts of the hike was super soft, squishy and had the very hollow feeling. It was most probably hollow and I started jumping on it like some brat and miss lai decided I could never grow up. ha ha. And poor miss wee kept slipping at the rocks we had to help her alot of times. But the end result, we ended up at some shore. IT WAS REMARKABLY BEAUTIFUL. The sky was overcast, but it never looked to rain. Crabs and tiny tiny tiny crabs were all around on the sand. And there were rocks which had holes in them, these holes, filled with water, was home to alot of small small organisms that looked to have the most brilliant surroundings. Boat trip back and soon we were back in Singapore again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been one of the highlights of my entire life so far I guess. It may seem simple, some common geography trip, but the interaction with people I never got to experience, was superb. I saw kids who were content with what they had, made new friends with people I always see at school but haven't really made an effort to know them more and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN ANYONE ORGANISE A TRIP BACK TO THE VILLAGE WE VISITED? I MISS THEM AWFULLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115306413964474950?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115306413964474950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115306413964474950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115306413964474950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115306413964474950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-2005-cchms-sarawak-trip-special.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115279422707744332</id><published>2006-07-13T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:39:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For you seek assurance in company.&lt;br /&gt;Inferiority is what you see in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115279422707744332?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115279422707744332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115279422707744332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115279422707744332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115279422707744332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-you-seek-assurance-in-company.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115261605602286706</id><published>2006-07-11T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:07:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/DSC00111.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/DSC00111.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/DSC00111.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/DSC00111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/DSC00109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/DSC00109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE ONE. Little "buskers" in the MRT. They were very very entertaining and cute. Would have video ed them if they were closer. But look. Those flailings arms, the open mouth. The smile from the mum. Fascinating. Brilliantly pretty entertainment. True and innocent. Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally decide to settle down. Time for some storytelling. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115261605602286706?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115261605602286706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115261605602286706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115261605602286706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115261605602286706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-one.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115245201664297242</id><published>2006-07-09T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:33:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remembering the Titans, fantastic show. Team spirit and love. Where black and white co exist. Watch it someday if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmms. Watched superman. Not the most impressive film on storyline and geography, but nice. Just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a superman. Dont we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115245201664297242?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115245201664297242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115245201664297242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115245201664297242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115245201664297242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/remembering-titans-fantastic-show.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115226994112102212</id><published>2006-07-07T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T03:59:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shocked, utterly, by the unprofessionalism and disrespect shown by a contradicting character, the principal. A few starters, It is Theirry Henry and the henry is pronounced as HON ry, TH comes from ARSENAL and not MANCHESTER UNITED. The country involved with payment issues with their own federation, is NOT IVORY COAST, it is TOGO. They both hail from Africa but I still find it ridiculous. And before I forget, he made a correction, but he initally pronounced Zidane as ZE DIN. Shocking shocking shocking. And these are just the superficial mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the first principal message on Friday mornings which have struck me with a tad of disappointment, disinterest and a little disgust. Such words always start with a D, huh. It is shocking, how he involved the world cup, OF PASSION, with the common LOGIC. And I dont care if he is man full marks scored for common sense, logic and theories. How can you actually assosciate the watching of world cup, with LOGIC. It is illogical, that you are telling us that you dont care about watching the world cup 'live', but actually we dont care about whether you watch it 'live' anot.-.- You are telling us, that we should be watching the world cup with logic, we should not be getting our emotions involved. Okay, I guess this part is a little hard to explain. Another example would do better. You said, WE CANNOT BE FANS OF OTHER NATION'S FOOTBALL and it is WRONG. We should only support and get involved in the world cup, when SINGAPORE PLAYS IN IT. Hey come on, you talk so much about common sense and logic before that and you are falling apart in your speech. You say it is wrong to be a fan of another nation in the world cup but come on. I support and watch Italy's style of play, and their nation in the world cup, BECAUSE THEY PLAY ATTRACTIVELY AND THEY HAVE AN OUTSTANDING GOALKEEPING CUSTODIAN. I DO NOT SUPPORT THEM BECAUSE I AM SOME "WANNA LIVE IN ITALY" WANNABE. I am not BETRAYING my nation in footballing terms. Now if you want to involve common sense, let's use it. If you are a student, and you CAN BE EXPOSED to a school of top quality and standard, and another school which looks miles away. WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE? You CANNOT POSSIBLY say you would NOT want to go to the better school. Is it logical when I say it out this way. You DO NOT put PASSION and LOGIC together. THEY WILL NOT WORK TOGETHER. Isnt it even illogical that you put passion and logic together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that it is just respectful, to get to know how to pronounce a person's name before you do it infront of  a huge audience, and that, facts are important, just because Togo and Ivory Coast come from the same africa continent doesnt warrant you the right to mix them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and please dont blacklist me. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115226994112102212?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115226994112102212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115226994112102212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115226994112102212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115226994112102212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/shocked-utterly-by-unprofessionalism.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115209002095050796</id><published>2006-07-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:00:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Azurri won. :D Go italia go. Gianluigi Buffon, king of the posts.&lt;br /&gt;There's english oral tomorrow. I am confused of whether my current state wants me to have it done faster and get it over with, or just hide and wish it will move away. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blog.&lt;br /&gt;www.thesilverdarlings.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115209002095050796?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115209002095050796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115209002095050796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115209002095050796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115209002095050796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/azurri-won.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115191563504287712</id><published>2006-07-03T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:33:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the night of saturday and the morning of Sunday at Christabelle's house. Pretty amazing. How people stay up all night or morning you say, to watch 20 players chase a ball, 2 tall players trying to keep the ball out of the net whilst the rest try to put it in, with coaches with huge bellies(with the exception of marco van basten, jurgen klinsman, and the argentina coach) shouting as if there s no tomorrow. The assistants start penning down alot of things and hold their meetings under the small dug-out shelter. Hmms. Anyway, on the world cup. My beloved Eng ga land is out, on penalties against Portugal. Upsetting moment for me. True, Eng ga land havent played to their utmost potential, and they have been cruelly punished for that, but weep not my boys. Weep not, for more talents of tender age continue to storm in. See further than Beckham, and look out for Lennon. We will see triumph the next time, let's take Euro 2008. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Portugal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil is officially out. Probably one of the most ageing teams in the world cup. People fall to knees, jaws drop and tears drown the streets of Rio De Janeiro as Thierry Henry slid past the defence unmarked, and connected to the dead ball taken by Zizou as he walloped it into the net, past Dida. Astonishment. France cheer, roars erupt from paris as their hero, Theirry Henry, often dubbed the second best player in the world after Brasil's Ronaldinho scores. Minutes tick by, and Brasil continue to struggle. They didnt look anymore the defending champions they did against Ghana and Japan. They were struggling. Ze Roberto looked impressive no more. He was getting tired. Zidane showed wizardry skill mastery as he whisked past 1, 2, 3, 4 players and leave them in a heap behind him. He was going to show, the man he was at France 1998, where he was worshipped as God, and how terribly critics were at him at the group stages. He had something to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo is not fat. Zidane is the king. McClaren would not make much difference to the current team as Eriksson did so why cull Eriksson? Critics ask too much. And let me be your critic of your critical comments on players. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I blogged. Ha. I realised how little it was about the day spent at Christabelle's house, and am getting a little lazy. But hmm. Enjoyable, heartbreaking, and unfair. Ha. Shall ride away for now. Tata and take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115191563504287712?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115191563504287712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115191563504287712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115191563504287712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115191563504287712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/07/spent-night-of-saturday-and-morning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115096200343580859</id><published>2006-06-22T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:40:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SilentHill. Top Box Office hit in the US. So stupid over here in Singapore, god. Singapore censorship censor until it's a terrible movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened when the movie was ending, lah. For a brief period, it was just bright white and voices talking and talking and talking. And then the ending was quite, leading to nowhere. Then the lights brightened in the cinema. An MTV sorta thing came out. We all expected some ending after the MTV, so we all sat and waited with bated breath. And then, after that part, it was the credits part, you know, actors names all those. And after that, NOTHING. Everyone started laughing abit, we all waited for nothing. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending. How HOW hOw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115096200343580859?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115096200343580859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115096200343580859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115096200343580859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115096200343580859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/silenthill.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115078883294207538</id><published>2006-06-20T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:40:35.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, fallen totally in love with casting crowns. Old songs like who am i(jialingsent haha), and stained glass masquerade(sharlynsent) are such pretty pieces that they replay on my playlist over and over again. Im not a christian but they are magnificent pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending. I dont want to go back to school. Im starting to dread school. Dread dread dread dread dread. I dread school. It wasnt this way last year. Anyway I shall go read a book now, I ve lost my specs at HOME, and everythings except closeups are a blur! ha. Booky here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115078883294207538?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115078883294207538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115078883294207538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115078883294207538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115078883294207538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-flower-quickly-fading-here-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-115039212411343817</id><published>2006-06-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:22:04.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down with a high fever for the past two days. Doctor says if I still have it tomorrow night, I ll have to take blood test on saturday morning. ha ha. Horrid june holidays for me. Slept earlier than usual yesterday, but it turned out to be a longer duration of nightmares for me. Splashing nightmares. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's utterly ridiculous what we see on the sports papers these few weeks. All that hype about the england team. Stupid man. So what if they won by one goal only against Paraguay. Look at brazil. They won by one goal against croatia only. Look at Germany, they have a pathetic defence and had to struggle and win by a goal in extra time against Poland. But no one talks about them. France being big flops, have taken no criticism too. Stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Need to rest more. Shall blog another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-115039212411343817?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/115039212411343817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=115039212411343817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115039212411343817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/115039212411343817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/down-with-high-fever-for-past-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114985132004726430</id><published>2006-06-09T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T04:18:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greed doesnt do any good. Was and learnt at huanyuet s house yesterday. Some sorta yearly cchms wushu gathering and celebrations. Nothing much. Throwing of waterbombs, watching of Dvds, card playing and some foodies around. There was alot alot alot and yes alot of food. All fried stuffs. The satay was the favourites; got swiped out so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some junior, I shants name who, lah. Greedy greedy greedy. The odds on him winning were big. So he bet huge. 4 dollars at one go. And he had to pay double. 8 dollars. And I told him times more than the number of my fingers on one hand, " Dont greedy. Play so big no good deh." He still went on. And he went on losing. In the end, it ended up that he had to put on credit 4 dollars. He s most probably not going to pay anyone that four dollars because if he had to do so, who was he going to pay? There were so many of us there. We let him pay the most he could, but come on, we all shouldnt get too greedy at times aint it. I mean, you see, if you dont have enough money and is at that point of time bankrupt already, then stop playing. But that boy just went on and on on credit, and ended up losing more "credit". And it was unpleasant playing with him, during blackjack. Cause, that little fellow, cheated. We were just playing ten cents twenty cents that kinda stuff, lah. Zixiang was banker. And this little guy(the same guy) who name consists of seven letters and starts with a D, cheated. He got a ace and a ten, which would get him double the amount he bet. WHICH, initially was ten cents. Initial because, he kept quiet. And then when zixiang told him to flip his cards, it was thirty cents on the table. We asked twice whether it was 30cents initially, he insisted. So, okay lor. We pay him 60cents. But I checked with zixiang after the whole thing, we both saw 10 cents on the table. He changed it. And he was supposed to tell banker the moment he got the ace and the ten. You may say, haiyah, its only a few measly amount of cents and not even dollars. But, the key here is honestly, credibility. And he changed cards with bryan during "in between" lah, to further boost his odds of winning the bet. So D******, dont like that, lah. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms, mr kua soon yang. You wanted me to blog about how good your are right? Okay lah, do you a little favour. I think, Soonyang, is a very pleasant friend. Because, he is a very intellectual person, and very sporty. He runs at a fast speed of 4miles/hour and has the perfect figure. He's also a pro at Dota. I ve only lost two matches with him on our team (zhiyu seeann me and soonyang) out of over countless number of matches we played, prolly reaching hundred. He doesnt like to scold people and hurt anyone intentionally. He's very polite most of the time and goes easy on some mild vulgarities which almost every guy in singapore has contact with.(MILD okay.) Nevertheless, he s a very pleasant guy. Please get to know him. Interested parties contact me at 90061762 or &lt;a href="mailto:boychester_united@hotmail.com"&gt;boychester_united@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will give you his number and email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114985132004726430?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114985132004726430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114985132004726430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114985132004726430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114985132004726430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/greed-doesnt-do-any-good.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114960208205491271</id><published>2006-06-06T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:24:52.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me. Lol. Finally sixteen. NC16 movies here I come. Okay thats childish. 16 means alot. I ve got more responsibility as a teenage adult now, I ve got to be more mature and alot of stuffs. Anyway my wish would be, quite personal. Not anything materialistic or what. Just, bond. Hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with seeann, zhiyu and soonyang today anyway. Suntec Bugis Bugis street. shopping chatting watching movie and stuffs. Chill out day or so. And that soonyang was so determined to spend money on jeans and clothes, lah. He was, totally determined. lol. They bought some clothes and jeans. I bought myself a cap. Anyway, I did some shopping yesterday already. And it was utter budget. Jeans $20 Shirt $10 Skater Shoes $32. Today. Cap $16.90. Ahh the cap s been made to look expensive by the jeans and shirt. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms, anyway. Pretty much an average day but I sincerely wished that it would have been made better by my family. I m only letting them known here because little people view my blog. And they who do so, are all quite close to me I guess. Mum didnt wish me birthday, she gave me some money and said that she would buy a birthday present at end of month. "I no money buy you present now you wait till end of month. I not so rich i have to start work tomorrow. Bai ka still want go out, HA. " in a disgruntled manner. Horrid. My dad only remembered when he was working. He gave me a call to check me out. My sis hasnt spoken to me for quite long so I didnt expect anything. And I was pretty upset when mum called to scold me. "pai ka still want go out. hen hui guang hor?" then not even a byebye, the phone was out. Hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to the doctor before i went home. Hospital check up tomorrow. Boring. ha. shall update more tomorrow okay. Im half sleepy. And tired. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a thank you to all those who wished me birthday. Took a record of the names. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114960208205491271?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114960208205491271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114960208205491271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114960208205491271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114960208205491271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114935899034367754</id><published>2006-06-03T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:23:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching the Roland Garros French Open 3rd Round match, between Mathieu and Nadal. Fantastic stuff I tell you. Runs and runs and runs, they dont give any ball away. Fantastic stuff. Inspired? I dont know. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs healing. Im just waiting for the superficial wound to cover up. Once the bandage s off, I ll be back to jumping, to jogging, to sprinting, to alot of things. Anyway, the doctor said to take in more vitamins. And that fruit juices do help. So my mum, she bought a lot of fruits. And makes alot of fruit juice for me. All sorts. Celery with carrot. Apple with blah blah blah. And she keeps stuffing it to me. She expects me to take in everything. Cup after cup. I have three horrible ulcers but she pushes critic acid to me again and again. And when I dont finish it immediately I get scolded. Screamed at. Dad s not home even now. Its 1.30am. Im giving up on this family. It hurts to care nowadays. Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, would like to mention this unexpected response by Jamie Mackinnon on Youtube. I requested him/her to send me a video he/she posted on Youtube. And a few hours, she s added me on messenger already. But I wasnt online then. And a reply. Pretty unexpected but pleasant. Because all I ve seen so far, or most I ve seen, is selfish people who dont care about strangers. Maybe I see things too negatively but thats an brutally honest opinion. And watch Savin' Me MTV, the songs by nickelback. It shows how precious life is, and extra consideration and heart would help. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach-Scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GJt5PoIilJI&amp;search=papa%20roach%20scars"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=GJt5PoIilJI&amp;amp;search=papa%20roach%20scars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savin' Me-Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fb7Bazmiu0w&amp;search=savin%20me%20nickelback"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fb7Bazmiu0w&amp;amp;search=savin%20me%20nickelback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114935899034367754?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114935899034367754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114935899034367754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114935899034367754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114935899034367754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/06/watching-roland-garros-french-open-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114901107838065295</id><published>2006-05-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:41:43.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to go deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I don't know how to swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want to be meeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But have you seen this old earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to fly higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But these arms won't take me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to be, I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much why I love this song. The lyrics. Im still confused. Im still seeking help. Im still young. I read what I posted earlier on. And somehow I feel guilt. Somehow. Do I redeem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im having the runs, the medicines are causing it. Argh. Horrible days, horrible holidays. Well, maybe this shall finally settle me down, make me study. Im determined to do very well. Very determined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114901107838065295?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114901107838065295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114901107838065295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114901107838065295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114901107838065295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-go-deeper-but-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114897511912986552</id><published>2006-05-29T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:39:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;luan4-&lt;br /&gt;lei4-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the hospital. Bloody infection. Okay so it started like this. Thursday; I went to see GP because there was a little inflammation on my wound. He gave me the same antibiotics as the previous time, but a different cream. I went home, took the medicine, applied the cream, and my inflammation area started to swell. I told -you-, that there s a problem, my wound has gotten worse. -You- insisted it is because I walked home and overworked my ankle. I said, I ve been given the clear to walk for a week already. You insisted you were right. Okay I shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Friday; The swell got worse. Definitely something wrong. It was starting to affect my walking and i used one crutch. I told -you-. -You- scolded me, you insisted that it was because I walked, and that I refused to listen to advice. And later on, -you- said, the swell is for the pus to congregate together, before they come out. I insisted there s a problem. -You- threw some money on my table, said that I should go see the doctor on my own the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday; the swell got so bad, I used two crutches. Went to the doctor with -you-. Went in, doctor looked. He said, have to go hospital immediately. -You- said " Because he overworked and walked right?" Doctor said got nothing to do with that at all. -You- and I went out of the doctor's room. -You- said " there must have got something to do with your walking. I tell you how many times liao. blahblahblah".&lt;br /&gt;I went "what the fuck", Okay that thing didnt come out from my mouth but bloody, even the doctor has clarified. Why can't -you- just take it?&lt;br /&gt;Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Tan Tock Seng has nice nurses, friendly people. But they work in their own sweet time. I got there at six, got attended to at 7.30. X ray waiting area. Waited for 30 minutes. After I took the X ray, had to wait for another 20 minutes. Then I had to sit at somewhere. For 40 minutes. Before they said I needed to be warded. And the wait, was over an hour and a half. Made some friends there. And -You- came. I tried to get to you, how this could have been prevented, I had informed you that I needed medical attention. -You- scolded me and gave your own reasons. And then at the doctor's you realised that all your reasons were blooody far away and false. -You- still had to insist you were right.&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Lets take me to be one example. I wouldnt be here if you had listened, wouldnt it be? I am one living example. ming bai ma?"&lt;br /&gt;-You- said " You think I want to be here or I want you to be here?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Nono you re not getting me. What i mean is, take me to be an example. And a little reflection on what...."&lt;br /&gt;-You- then called me a burden and that I was solely at fault.&lt;br /&gt;I went speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burden. And all I ve been trying to do was explain. Burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exhaustion that burdens me, and confusion which breaks me. Halt please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must thank angela also. For providing an unexpected companionship for these four days, pretty pleasant. =)&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone's info, I m pretty much, open now. I have an open wound, which cannot be stitched up because it is a dirty wound. So I have to visit a GP or polyclinic everyday, to change the dressing, a bloody sight, and disgusting one also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve lost too much, and Im still losing. Im all on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114897511912986552?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114897511912986552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114897511912986552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114897511912986552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114897511912986552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/luan4-lei4-just-got-back-from-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114863843845385010</id><published>2006-05-26T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:13:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty okay for me, cept for the infection on my wound on the ankle/shin area. The cream the doctor gives doesnt seem to be working its effects, and it seems to have gone worse somehow. The swollen bulge has gone bigger. Well. Just wish it luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Hicks been crowned American idol, much to my delight. Katherine Mcphee spoils songs. Fantastic 2 hour american idol finale anyway, stars galore. Fantastic super great. Singapore hasnt shown much though, the first show was pretty bad. I still cant understand why they are focusing on the bads, the ridiculous ones, and those who try hard at being attention whores. Showing us wonderful talents and pretty voices would be a much better thing wouldnt it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I would pretty much pour my thoughts in a private diary or blog already. So my posts here wouldnt much concern me on the deeper note. Most probably just superficial happenings and fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heres something for anyone reading this to ponder over.&lt;br /&gt;Does Life has a simple definition, or do we tend to ask too much of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114863843845385010?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114863843845385010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114863843845385010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114863843845385010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114863843845385010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-have-been-going-pretty-okay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114822111031512333</id><published>2006-05-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:39:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You scored as Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;You should play soccer- you'll have to run some, but its worth it if you get to shoot a goal. Soccer requires teamwork and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;br /&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;Track&lt;br /&gt;83%&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;75%&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;75%&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;67%&lt;br /&gt;Tennis&lt;br /&gt;67%&lt;br /&gt;Golf&lt;br /&gt;50%&lt;br /&gt;Softball&lt;br /&gt;50%&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;42%&lt;br /&gt;Baseball&lt;br /&gt;33%&lt;br /&gt;Ice Hockey&lt;br /&gt;33%&lt;br /&gt;Field hockey&lt;br /&gt;25%&lt;br /&gt;Lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;17%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114822111031512333?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114822111031512333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114822111031512333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114822111031512333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114822111031512333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-scored-as-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114822044691080152</id><published>2006-05-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:07:35.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;History/Anthropology&lt;/b&gt;. Related majors that match your highest scored category: African and African-American Studies, Anthropology, Chinese, Classics, Cultural Studies, Economics, English, French, Geography, German, Greek, Hebrew, History, International Studies, Islamic Studies, Jewish Studies, Medieval/Renaissance Studies, Philosophy, Political Science, Psychology, Sociology, Spanish, Women's Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider all majors in your OTHER high scoring categories. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. Consider adding a minor or double majoring. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;History/Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114822044691080152?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114822044691080152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114822044691080152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114822044691080152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114822044691080152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-scored-as-historyanthropology.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114819015028697120</id><published>2006-05-20T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:42:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have we lost all love? I think we have, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see nothing but ourselves, not anyone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114819015028697120?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114819015028697120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114819015028697120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114819015028697120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114819015028697120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-we-lost-all-love-i-think-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114793983708173061</id><published>2006-05-18T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:10:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that I have the complete right to trust that, Yeos, are not producing quality with their drinks. Mum bought chrysanthemum tea in their small packets and have them put in the refridgerator. Okay thats not the point. The point is that, it tasted awfully bland, the keyword here being awfully. And then I checked the packet. It says "Chrysanthemum Tea ^ Light" and "40% Less Calories!". Yeos Chrysanthemum Tea has had a few "New formula" sign already, and they re coming up with this? I have to reiterate that it tasted awful, being too bland. yes too bland. And it just states The product contains 40% less calories than its regular. But the ingredients part was completely the same. Think about it, and you would definitely come to this conclusion; Yeos just diluted their Chrysanthemum Tea and this would be a business thing. 'cause = diluted original chrysanthemum tea = a quantity increase = more packets and sales = more money. It tasted awful. Come on Yeos.Anyway, read about the Creative lawsuit against Apple? Found it half ridiculous. Gives the impression "I cant just let you beat me easily" sorta stuff. Or sore losers you might say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114793983708173061?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114793983708173061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114793983708173061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114793983708173061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114793983708173061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-that-i-have-complete-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114768125210596903</id><published>2006-05-15T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:20:52.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR. I need Renovate My Family here in singapore. I love the show. And I NEED it. Okay, hmmms, so, I went to the hospital today, it was, an irritating wait as usual, waited for about two hours before I was called in. The physiotherapist checked my left foot/ankle, and said its reacting very good. HEH HEH. VERY GOOD, LEH. HEARD THAT ANOT? Im so childish, sigh. It was a twenty minute sorta thing only, because I didnt have the X Ray I was supposed to get this coming friday. Hmmms, so friday X Ray, and next monday morning physiotherapy. Physiotherapy seems cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gained alot of knowledge in the hospital! I was so bored I went crutching around reading all sorts of things, from magazines to booklets to novels to those health warnings on the walls. Has been a good day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh, havent got much activity going on around me for long. I shall blog when I ve got more activity going on around me alright. For now, tata people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Its a short post and a brief one and that, I know.) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114768125210596903?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114768125210596903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114768125210596903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114768125210596903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114768125210596903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114725980986199854</id><published>2006-05-10T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:22:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Jet%20Li%20Xuan%20Zi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Jet%20Li%20Xuan%20Zi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuan zi xuan zi xuan zi xuan zi who did that i cant remember its either jet li or yuen wen qing. Horrible horrible mood I am in now. shall blog another day alright. for now you all can just gasp at the height of his xuan zi lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114725980986199854?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114725980986199854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114725980986199854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114725980986199854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114725980986199854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/xuan-zi-xuan-zi-xuan-zi-xuan-zi-who.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114699229883237167</id><published>2006-05-07T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:58:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clarification&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty aimless post, I'm not here to post about any particular happening or thought, so things shall go random here. Little chips and bits of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random No. 1)&lt;/span&gt; I want to be a marine mammel behaviourist when I grow up. Taking care of pretty fascinating mammels, walruses, seals, so many of them. Imagine feeding a 2500-3000 kg full grown male walruse. That s gonna be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random No. 2)&lt;/span&gt; I'm quite into hard loud rock music nowadays. One of my two preferences, the other one being acoustic. So one is loud, and one is soul and soft, so contrasting. Listen to Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold or Savin' Me by Nickelback, and then on to Superman It aint easy to be me by Five For Fighting and you ll realise they soothe souls pretty much despite the volume differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random No. 3)&lt;/span&gt; "Have you heard of kids, who die in their thoughts? Kids who found the world to be so amazing, so beautiful they started dreaming, dreaming beautiful lives. And these little kiddos grow up disappointed, as they get devoured by the harsh reality and truths. It aint anything they ve ever expected, or looked forward to. They asked seniors why this happened. A four letter answer was the reply. 'L.I.F.E.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random No. 4)&lt;/span&gt;Found this on the net. Someone did this in tribute to Eddie Guerrero. Viva La Raza.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/gue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Random No. 5)&lt;/span&gt; Why is it the adults are squabbling and pointing fingers at their rivals, doing everything to lessen an impression the public might have on someone else, and doing everything except impressing the public with new ideas? Have things gone so low?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114699229883237167?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114699229883237167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114699229883237167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114699229883237167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114699229883237167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/clarification-this-is-pretty-aimless.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114667713965092923</id><published>2006-05-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:25:39.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Shave%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Shave%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a haircut, went to the doctors for a possible infection on the wound, shaved, I'm going back to school tomorrow for mid years. I am not ready, I never thought I was. Two papers tomorrow, chinese paper one, which consists of ying yong wen and zuo wen, and then theres the social studies paper, which I am totally not ready for. Actually Im not ready for both. Anyway, decided already, ss, spend 5 minutes on reading souces, 10 minutes each answering each SBQ, 20 minutes on each SEQ, so that leaves me with 5 excess minutes which is very important to me because I am a turtle at writing. Writing, is also my key worry, for tomorrow. I need to write faster. And my command of chinese isn't the best either, guess I'll keep referring to the dictionary for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to go to school in crutches. I ve repeated this many times. And people just say " it wont matter when you reach school." They dont know. They dont know how it's like to be in crutches and not want to go school. Because you are going to be unique in not the way you want it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know. Unless, you experience it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Welcome to, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114667713965092923?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114667713965092923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114667713965092923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114667713965092923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114667713965092923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-haircut-went-to-doctors-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114654895311843238</id><published>2006-05-01T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:49:13.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see two english newspapers at the stands. I pick The New Paper over the Strait Times. For what? For, The New Paper is much easier to handle, you flip the pages easily, and that for the Strait Times, you have to sort out the different sections pretty much before you get to your information. The New Paper, is often taken for it Sports section at the back which may take about twenty pages at times. Compared to the Strait Times mere full pages, audiences who do not read the Sports sections of these two newspapers would think that The New Paper shows more depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;would say not. See the bolded&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt;? My opinion, ONLY. ( in case, lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Paper Sports section provides biased reports and verdicts on players from their columnists and so called football guru analyst Mister Tohar* Pa*jan, W*ng Me*g2, and E*nest Lui*. Okay, you see, ah, the football analyst T*hari Pa*ijan, hor, was a former S-League club coach, now not already. Why? Cause that football club, is often the bottom of the table, and is the Sunderland of Singapore. They never do well at all, they dont score, they cant defend, they just lose matches whole day. And their pathetic years were done by this football analyst, who only provides mediocre comments which any hardcore football fans would know and &lt;em&gt;gei-kiang&lt;/em&gt; opinions. That's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does this "Major Players; The Verdict" section with Ern**t Lu**. There, they calls footballers names, comments about them, emphasises on their poor than their good, and give low ratings. If you are so good, why not you take their places? Do you even realise, that the monthly fitness tests S-League players do and are fined if they do not meet the required standard, is only about 3 quarters of the fitness tests these players you criticise have to do?&lt;br /&gt;You put the tag "Replace Rio" on Rio Ferdinand, you so pro, you go do, lah. You go replace him, and I'll bet, that in the World Cup, even against Poland, you'd give up one quarter in a race with Jerzy Dudek, and you'll have your untoned body slouched against some wall, &lt;em&gt;heh heh chuan&lt;/em&gt;-ing. Replace, Sell, Buy, that's all you all say. Then why not you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W**g Men*2. He does a week report card for both the players, the team of the week, and the clubs. Some things to note about. For "The Big Flop" Sections, you only spot big clubs there, Manchester United, Liverpool, Asernal, when they fail to win and manage and draw, and sometimes, lose. For "Top Player", you either see, John Terry, Steven Gerrard, Wayne Rooney, or Theirry Henry. If always revolves around these players in big clubs. Okay, add in Joe Cole. Goalkeepers would never find their names in there, even a top notch save from Fulham's Niemi, top performances from Van Der Sar or Lehman, and add Shay Given. They get NOTHING in this part. The "Top Performance" part, he only covers the match when a big club has to win for something, in this case, Tottenham's win over Bolton for fourth spot in the table. But HALLOW, even a blind man would know that Bolton did NOT deserve that loss, Tottenham were struggling just to keep the score at nil-nil before halftime, and it was a sudden breakthrough in the second half that saw Tottenham take the lead, after that, they were just defending, defending, defending, clearing the balls. NO ATTACK. And it's the Top Performance. Okay okay, it's justified; Bolton played 80 minutes of attractive football, Tottenham played 10 minutes of fantabulous football. And Tottenham won, thats why its the Top Performance. I get it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "Team Of The Week" thing, you only see players who SUDDENLY do well in a particular match's name, you dont see consistent players with superb performances in it, unless they are from Chelsea or they go by the name Theirry Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a few sports columnists doing the same match review and report, as in, for the same match. Come on, just do what the Strait Times do. Do a professional report, cash in your personal opinions in the bank or diary, and let us know. We dont care which team you support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114654895311843238?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114654895311843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114654895311843238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114654895311843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114654895311843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-see-two-english-newspapers-at-stands.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114642622386389150</id><published>2006-04-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:43:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Pinky%2006%20edited%20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Pinky%2006%20edited%20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all can see, that this qwerky guy over here, tries to look more on the girlish side. And unfortunately, he isnt a bit successful, due to his hair and the rugged looking background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence our "Singapore Ambush Makeover" makeover specalist Amanda decides to pick him from the streets, do some serious makeover on his hair and complexion. And most importantly, he shall take a real feminine looking photo in a grand art studio called "Fourtoshop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the end results. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/Pinky%2003%20edited%20sr%20smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/Pinky%2003%20edited%20sr%20smalled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? You, our beloved audience, shall decide. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.s.: post dedicated to amanda. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114642622386389150?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114642622386389150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114642622386389150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114642622386389150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114642622386389150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-all-can-see-that-this-qwerky-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114638097433597529</id><published>2006-04-29T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:09:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Show me what it's like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll show you what I can be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say it for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say it to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Savin' Me- Nickelback]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmms, I think there might be a little infection in my wound after the surgery. Not going to bother it much and hopefully it'll heal by itself. I've come to realise I have too many a desire, and they disappoint me alot also. Call me greedy, that's what I think of myself also. I need someone to path this route out for me, to one purpose, one goal. Not many different crossroads, directions. Who shall be that soul to do that, for me? Someone enlighten me, pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mid years' started already. Hmmmms, English paper, was, more weird than tough for me. 've never done such a format, so I think it's gonna be a real mess when the results come out. Sciences(Chemistry and Physics), Elective Geography, Social Studies, Chinese and Mathematics left. I think I'm going to have problems with e geog. It's been a pretty boring subject for me so far. Anyway, it's going to be up to me I guess, whether I put my heart to studying for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises I have done to a few dear people, my parents, my coaches, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With these broken wings, I'm falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teach me from wrong to right, and I'll show you what I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall get down to studying now. Tata people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114638097433597529?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114638097433597529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114638097433597529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114638097433597529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114638097433597529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/show-me-what-its-like-to-be-last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114588020079593886</id><published>2006-04-24T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:49:47.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C BOYS GET SECOND. B BOYS GET CHAMPIONS. B GIRLS GET CHAMPIONS. C GIRLS GOT nothing. lol. &lt;strong&gt;CHUNG CHENG HIGH SCHOOL MAIN WUSHU WAN SUI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BOYS GET SECOND. A GIRLS GET CHAMPIONS. &lt;strong&gt;VICTORIA JUNIOR COLLEGE WUSHU WAN SUI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAN SUI WAN SUI WAN SUI WAN SUI WAN SUI WAN SUI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty day for us. cept for the C boys thing. Nevermind, congratulations to Catholic High C boys too. =) Everyone's been exceptional. Mid years are coming. I need to start studying on my own. And seriously study. Promised coaches about studies. I shall get down to studies. And I ve set a timetable! Must do Ten Year Series everyday. And 250 dumbells and 100 situps. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114588020079593886?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114588020079593886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114588020079593886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114588020079593886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114588020079593886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/c-boys-get-second.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114536225152089982</id><published>2006-04-18T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:10:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second day of inter school wushu comp was good. hee, as usual, jieru zheng jie yujuan they all. all super pro. okayokay. i shall update a more complete one when the competition s over. shall slack for a while more. hee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114536225152089982?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114536225152089982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114536225152089982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114536225152089982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114536225152089982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/second-day-of-inter-school-wushu-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114503156814033389</id><published>2006-04-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:19:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOLLYWOOD MOVIE/PERVERT CATCHING GIRL/MSN MESSENGER MADNESS SYNDROME (MMM)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*sticks head from one side of coconut tree*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;quick pei he me! lol&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*sticks head from the other side of coconut tree*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs behind the bush*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*peers over the bush*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*screams and runs to another coconut tree*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*sticks head out from one side of coconut tree*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*sticks head from other side of coconut tree*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;(indian music playing lol!)&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*head moves like head-dolls*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*side to side side to side*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs over to you, whacks you and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*so naughty, chases you!*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*starts dancing some indian dance on the grasspatch*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*sits down on the grasspatch and admires it*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*drags you up to dance too*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*rejects shyly at first*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*start dancing with the side-to-side head thing*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*sticks out two hands, one with ice cream and one soda drink*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*come girl, you must be tired. have a drink*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*remembers that you are huai ren and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*mei you lah! wo men ji xu wan hao ma? chases you round cococrunch tree*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*coconut*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*runs out of your sight*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*collapses suddenly, panting heavily. asthma attack!*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*but i am out of your sight so you continue coughing*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*how how, dont run. ahhh. arghhhhh.*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*if yes?*&lt;br /&gt;# Rjun.™ [] [Way] says:&lt;br /&gt;*if no?*&lt;br /&gt;kelly\ says:&lt;br /&gt;*then happily ever after : DD hahaa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114503156814033389?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114503156814033389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114503156814033389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114503156814033389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114503156814033389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/bollywood-moviepervert-catching.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114416200699412161</id><published>2006-04-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:46:47.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Channel Eight 9pm show. You just cant let people like me who loves reading deeper into the plots watch man, cause it s flawful. yes, flawful. Okay, so its about this bride( Carol) who goes missing, on her trip to the toilet at Curtin Mall, which is obviously Parkway Parade. Okay thats not the point. Then Kexin, goes searching for the kidnapper or whatsoever, lah. And I found the whole script full of loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,&lt;br /&gt;In the show, Kexin told her colleagues, the CCTV at the carpark was spoilt intentionally two days before the "kidnap". Then the CIB members went on about how it most probably was very well planned; with the CCTV spoilt and the other CCTV in the mall kept out of the way of the Ladies toilet, at that particular floor. So smart man, and there it goes. FIRST THING, HOW WOULD THE "KIDNAPPER" KNOW THAT CAROL, WAS GOING TO CURTIN MALL? TWO DAYS LATER SOMEMORE. Okay, lah. Nevermind about that. BUT HOW WAS ANYONE GOING TO KNOW THAT CAROL WOULD USE THE TOILET BESIDE THE CARPARK, AT THAT PARTICULAR LEVEL? The thing is, logically speaking, the "kidnapper" would have waited a long time behind the toilets near the carpark, just for the girl to move away from her friend, and that would be his chance. But there was no way he would know that Carol would be using the toilet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,&lt;br /&gt;It seems in the show, that nowadays, the police officers take statements with their brains. You see in the show, that they ( people whose statements were to be taken) get to have idle chat with the police officers, and after that, they ask questions and remember them by heart. Wow, they must have done alot of Chinese Spelling Tests when they were younger. I mean, come on, the old shows, the police officers take statements by pen and paper. And a few years back, when I was in the police station, with the officer taking my statement, he did it on the laptop or computer, very meticulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third,&lt;br /&gt;The real stuff would never present to the eye witnesses with real people. Never, they do it via Black and White photographs, and they give at least ten to fifteen copies of different people. They wouldnt do such line ups immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th,&lt;br /&gt;The line up was done pretty badly; four out of five were already ready there. Then the "suspect" comes in slowly, and puts on his stocking. ALAMAK, like that, who wouldnt know that the bigbig suspected suspect is the one last to come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, lah. I mean, if a little 16 year old like me was gonna be so bewildered by the show, ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to watch this show. anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114416200699412161?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114416200699412161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114416200699412161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114416200699412161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114416200699412161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/channel-eight-9pm-show.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114404528066121930</id><published>2006-04-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:21:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English Premier League&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I dont want West Bromich or Birmingham City to be relegated! But one of them have gotta go. And worse still, if Portsmouth starts a late revival, maybe both the clubs have to go. AHH. Both are being coached and done by former man utd legend. ahh. Okay thats one thing. The other thing ; Chelsea shall slip up, slip up, and lose to Manchester United, two slip-ups and a loss to Manchester United, and all wins for Sir Alex's team, would mean that United would be crowned Champions over Chelsea. Go MAN U Go MAN U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my little world, Boychester United is poised for promotion as champions. Wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114404528066121930?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114404528066121930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114404528066121930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114404528066121930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114404528066121930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/04/english-premier-league-argh-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114368938727812747</id><published>2006-03-29T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:29:47.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ta dahhh! Leg finally collapsed. ( Not exactly in a happy mood) Actually kinda expected something like that last week, so was planning to get Calcium supplements to empower my bones. And it happened before I could do so( get the supplements). Okay, so it was a bad fracture, with a little bit of bone broken. And it sucks. Not that I'm crying or whatsoever, but, &lt;em&gt;haiyah&lt;/em&gt;, very uncomfortable, &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;. Hmmmms, the crutches are not exactly sweet darlings to deal with, too. Oh ya, they gave me 80 painkillers! twice four times a day, for ten days. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EIGHTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;80 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eighty&lt;/span&gt;! I can sell some, anyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not gonna go all over and over again explaining what happened and led to my leg been fractured badly. Tiring to type the same things over and over again. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Shao told me, hmmmms, cannot run for six weeks, cannot jog/run for eight weeks, and no jumping for ten weeks. Another terrible thing to bear. And, he also said, the injured limb would probably thin down due to not exercising. Woah, as if my "right arm bigger than my left" is not the only thing un-balanced, the legs are gonna follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to break an arm, but never a leg. 'cause, you wont be able to get to sleep, you have difficulty walking around, you cannot do alot of things, and you are, CRIPPLED! Oh anyway the crutches are from a brand "LifePlus". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna watch Fearless VCD again, before Kung Fu Hustle VCD, and then Tom Yum Goong VCD, wahaha. Oh shit, all action flicks. ha who cares. Take care people, and wish me get well soon. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;EIGHTY EIGHTY EIGHTY EIGHTY EIGHTY EIGHTY PAINKILLERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SIX WEEKS NO WALK,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EIGHT WEEKS NO JOG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TEN WEEKS NO JUMP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114368938727812747?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114368938727812747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114368938727812747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114368938727812747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114368938727812747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/ta-dahhh-leg-finally-collapsed.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114344852388744513</id><published>2006-03-27T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:35:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird; it brings back silly smiles. Smiles from nothing, smiling like a fool. The flooding of memories, from unknown sources. Thoughts from so long should have long been deleted in the data base, but it still comes. And I have come to realise I do get to a &lt;strong&gt;pout&lt;/strong&gt; quite easily. &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, but pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to me, at this stage. Can no longer rely on anyone, but myself. All that pushing, motivation and stuffs, they have to come from myself. I'm alone. Probably, the thing with me, is that I have been too greedy, I want to accomplish this, yet I want that also. You don't get the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: Charlene, Okay I lied. I am not at 82 kg. haha. Still 60.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114344852388744513?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114344852388744513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114344852388744513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114344852388744513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114344852388744513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/weird-it-brings-back-silly-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114327860061166892</id><published>2006-03-25T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:23:20.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acoustic versions never fail to touch me, ddep down. Even if Im thinking of a friend, and it s a love song, I'd still feel, badly. Even if it is for a friend, a previous, a family member, they all hit me badly. Anyway, these thoughts came to me as I was listening to Always by Bon Jovi on my iTunes just now. Checked up on the lyrics, and they are nice. Totally super duper. Scars by Papa Roach, Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, and Always by Bon Jovi; the acoustic versions are magnum opus-es of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a failure attempt for my cross country, was attempting a non stop run, but still stopped. And i was such an arse, cause before I stopped I made sure there was not more than five people infront of me. Did my calculations. lol. And finished 8th, nice medal it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind. So tasting. Taste it, yes I mean taste the wind in your face. Let it sweep your innermost emotions away. Blow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114327860061166892?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114327860061166892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114327860061166892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114327860061166892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114327860061166892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/acoustic-versions-never-fail-to-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114302553645909846</id><published>2006-03-22T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:05:36.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been on a jogging/running spree of recent. Treadmill and the carpark. Hey it can be fun okay, but it gets irritating when I cant swipe all that sweat at one go or cleanly. Okay, I like to see myself covered with sweat when Im running; it shows that my body is working out and all is going on as planned. But I seriously hate wiping all that sweat off. Ironic, lah, but, the latter part probably because I dont like to associate much with bodily liquids. Now now I shants keep talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel Singapore doesnt have the best of governments. And the reason, our population. Our population is such a measly count that the government seem to be controlling our every moment, our future. And they are so freaking &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; in singaporean terms. Okay, I would seriously get into trouble if any government official sees my post, but blah, my blog is just an unknown one, so its half safe. Ahh I dont know what crap I m saying. My reason for this statement; Singapore Government only wants to hear the niceties, you criticise and HO HO HO you go to court. When we were little kids, we always scream comments at our friends, and what do we say after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FREEDOM OF SPEECH OKAY! WHAT CAN YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we grow up to learn that we missed out some things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM OF SPEECH ( YOUR HEAD LA ) OKAY! WHAT CAN YOU DO ( I CAN BRING YOU TO COURT I CAN SUE YOU I CAN TELL THE GOVERNMENT THAT YOU DO POST POLITICAL STUFFS ON YOUR BLOG AND IT IS ILLEGAL TO DO SO WITHOUT REGISTERING WITH THE GOVERNMENT! HOHOHO I CAN DO ALMOST EVERYTHING CAUSE THERE AINT FREEDOM OF SPEECH! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just read in the papers the other day, that it is illegal to post things related to politics without registering themselves on a blog. So to some people who go around saying " A blog is what I believe, a diary for us, cept that it is done online. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe one day the government comes knocking on your door, checks your hand written diary, and handcuff you away, before informing you " sorry we have a new law implemented, no badmouthing the government or posting politics on your diaries of any form." Okay I used the word maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I say they seem to be playing Sim through Singapore? Because, they do everything for us, no no dont get me wrong; they do not force us to do things. They are smarter. :D They implement lots of laws, so much that the only legal thing you can do is the thing they want. Hence, they do not force us to do things but they force us to do things. A little complicated at first glance, but ponder over, and you ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ABOVE POST WAS WRITTEN IN MY DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM POST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to go to court if they find anything unpleasant on their side here. Anyway, thanks blahblahblah for helping me post something okay! hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114302553645909846?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114302553645909846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114302553645909846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114302553645909846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114302553645909846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-on-joggingrunning-spree-of-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114302231500786038</id><published>2006-03-22T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:14:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahaha since this is not ong weijun i shant blog like him i shall blog without any capitalized letters since i've gone off them suddenly. go free and easy baby! whahahaha this lazy pig here is like IVSIM who also tells me to help blog help blog. i know i love blogging but no need like that one right.. and why i in your account hor, the box so funny de ah? different de. haha okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well currently i'm still appearing offline because i do my stuffs first yes. hahahaha seriously, i have no idea what to blog about. hmmmmmmm oh yes well you see the post below? well that you know this person here is sot sot de he says he runs 3km on the treadmill every day and 20 rounds around the carpark every night. that's so dotty! lol imagine this car waiting for a parking space. he/she can entertain himself/herself by watching weijun run &lt;em&gt;round &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;round&lt;/em&gt; the carpark hahaha! eeyerh i last pe lesson run 2.4 till totally no motivation sia! which reminds me, fri got pe! nvm i still lovey pe cos got lovely basketball heh after running if we're running that is. think we're doing floorball i dont know. okay nvm this is completely out of point but support basketball y'all! actually all sports are fine^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are all of you wondering who i am? you want me tell you? you want you want? ahya sian lah, wna know for what. know my blog then will know me loh, but lemme count only uh around seven pple know yeah teeheehee so owj you're NOT to divulge my mystery identity heehee okay right i'm just entertaining myself &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;cannot isit. i'm pro at crapping you seeeeeeee oh yes those who read iv's blog may know too, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and has anyone noticed? it's raining nowadays! HAHAHA rain is simply so.. mm! i love rain i love rain (not the actor hor) i love rain teeheehee rain is good and if it rains every day we'll have waterproof shoes and such! lol. okay i'm feeling a little sleepy. so shall stop here yeahhhh will pop in again if i get my pay. bye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114302231500786038?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114302231500786038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114302231500786038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114302231500786038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114302231500786038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahahaha-since-this-is-not-ong-weijun-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114278210564758711</id><published>2006-03-19T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T07:28:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 to 5 kilometers on 'monday to friday's.&lt;br /&gt;swimming twice a week, (at least)&lt;br /&gt;practise my own routines (once a week at least)&lt;br /&gt;study more.&lt;br /&gt;slack less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the five things i shall do, to make me S&amp;S! Stronger and Smarter. wuahaha. Crazy mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114278210564758711?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114278210564758711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114278210564758711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114278210564758711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114278210564758711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-to-5-kilometers-on-monday-to-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114231098871380484</id><published>2006-03-13T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:36:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a tad shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to such things, I guess I do get a nervous breakdown or whatsoever. No I dont have stage fright. But yet, when it comes to such things, where the simplest questions solve everything, yes, I do get a tad shy. And I ve got to see so many people I havent seen for such a long time. Though there may be touches of disgust in some of them , I do miss them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a total wreckage for me so far. I don't see my purpose, my aim, my target or anything. I try to motivate myself, but it falls back to the starting point at the end of the day. A lack of motivation, a need for someone to push me hard. It all boils down to me in the end. Perhaps I'm just too not used to hearing the phrase "remedial after school" over here. Once upon a time, a couple of years back I guess, I would really have short lifespans of mug whenever I see people push themselves hard. But never nowadays. I know I need it, and that I lack it. But I seriously do not know how I can make myself work. Why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wreckage of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When people tell you "it's gonna be okay", never snap back at them saying "you know its not gonna be okay". Because, they do know its not gonna be okay, but what else can they provide, but comfort for your miserable soul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114231098871380484?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114231098871380484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114231098871380484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114231098871380484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114231098871380484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-tad-shy.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114149784093949578</id><published>2006-03-04T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:44:00.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/1600/neoprint%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1903/334/320/neoprint%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the neoprint we took today! Theres kwok yong, jinqiang, me, brandon, peiyi and audrey! I sound so estatic, lol. We went on to watch Big Momma s House and I found the ending finale to be quite touching. Anyway, had to rush to training right after that. Drained me out totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I checked my phone after training, found a message which had me upset totally, not for myself, but for her. Badly. Cheer up okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114149784093949578?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114149784093949578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114149784093949578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114149784093949578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114149784093949578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-neoprint-we-took-today-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114144527219639352</id><published>2006-03-03T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:07:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was mind-boggling, whether to do so. Hesitation, and then i clicked  the "send" button. The things that came, even before I received a reply or whatsoever of that sort, was wrecking me up inside. Anticipation, confusion, optimism, so many things. They just hit me hard. And a call came in, it was her who came to check upon who sent her that message. A short conversation and the phone was put down. Two more replies and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat, fulfilling, yet there is lust for more. weird and confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114144527219639352?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114144527219639352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114144527219639352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114144527219639352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114144527219639352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-mind-boggling-whether-to-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114139105872879693</id><published>2006-03-03T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:04:18.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted the other day, but that post went missing. Ah nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying the other day, how I thought that fine dining lives in the irony of our modern world. The world we live in, is so fast paced, so complex, and it craves for more efficiency and speed than anything else. And we actually have fine dining. Fine dining slows down eating, and it is actually important. All that thing about ettiquete, to an extreme. We are not supposed to do this, not supposed to do that. And a meal, easily finished at a mere ten minutes, is done at half hour. Pretty ironical huh? The course we had was, somewhat, not filling at all. Half a chicken, some leaves, soup and ice cream. All that for the lunch we forfeited, and the dinner we had it replaced. Anyways, thats not the point. I dont know how to go about this contradicting piece of thought, explaining all these and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gerry wrote a very sweet piece of thing for me. Thanks alot, and I would wish it come deja vu. hee. Man, i dont know whether to do  sthg later on. Just wish me luck. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEN BERG, YOU CAN GO AND DIE. assholes one by one. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114139105872879693?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114139105872879693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114139105872879693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114139105872879693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114139105872879693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-posted-other-day-but-that-post-went.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114098101095313185</id><published>2006-02-26T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:10:10.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enigma, connundrum, and my form of intricacy. You shall not understand it. Tired, of trying to be someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114098101095313185?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114098101095313185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114098101095313185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114098101095313185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114098101095313185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/02/enigma-connundrum-and-my-form-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114088279615489745</id><published>2006-02-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:53:16.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Mr S Rajaratnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is supposed to be your big day, now you re gone, the preparations are being called off. We will always remember you, and always recite the pledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114088279615489745?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114088279615489745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114088279615489745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114088279615489745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114088279615489745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-mr-s-rajaratnam.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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-18761521.post-114080425942517702</id><published>2006-02-24T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:04:19.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent havent havent blogged in such a long time already. Been busy with friends this entire week, to the extent that I just come online to chat on MSN Messenger. Been feeling weird all around, dont know why. Havent been sleeping well also, cant figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know some new friends, in kwok yong, audrey and peiyi! hehs, the weekends were quite fun. Hmmmmms, been getting lazy in class, and very sleepy at home. Actually I havent really got a main topic or whatsoever for this post, so I guess I shall just jot the recent realisations of myself. GOOD, and BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent Realisations&lt;br /&gt;Been getting lazier by the day&lt;br /&gt;Been sleepy more often than ever before&lt;br /&gt;Been slack&lt;br /&gt;Been demoralised&lt;br /&gt;Been confused&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let down anyone anymore&lt;br /&gt;The past of me shall be a different dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON GOGOGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18761521-114080425942517702?l=sixojune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/feeds/114080425942517702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18761521&amp;postID=114080425942517702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114080425942517702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18761521/posts/default/114080425942517702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixojune.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-i-havent-havent-havent-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>-WeiJuN-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14060526985326558505</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>
