<?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-14481724</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:35:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chan wei chun vincenTimBe`</title><subtitle type='html'>when peace meets chaos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-2955790136110017484</id><published>2007-01-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:03:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaha</title><content type='html'>Woots! I'm back here, with my old style of blogging... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog seemed dead already. With only 2 person coming back, Jun Hong, whom I do not know who is he.. lolx... Gosh... How come I can't remember him until now?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year, everything have to be better. Yes. Better. erm... Let me just write down my resolutions here bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit $2,000 in my bank account. (it's currently $44.69)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a Life in NPCC! (Miss Tay says people in NPCC has no life)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A darker skin colour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change a new spectacles by the end of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay healthy and happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Haha... that's about all. Happy New Year everyone! Don't forget, I have a &lt;a href="http://timbevince.livejournal.com"&gt;New Blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-2955790136110017484?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/2955790136110017484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=2955790136110017484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/2955790136110017484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/2955790136110017484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2007/01/wahaha.html' title='wahaha'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116472645283079484</id><published>2006-11-29T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:08:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post on this Blog</title><content type='html'>hmm... As promised, I would change a blog website after the last O Levels Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... I wanted to change to Wordpress.com, but this girl (from 4E4) told me that she is using livejournal. I gave it a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. I decided not to go to wordpress, but, I want to start a new blog at livejuornal... hmm... My new post will be done by the following noon. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this blog would never be shut down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue reading at &lt;a href="http://timbevince.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://timbevince.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116472645283079484?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116472645283079484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116472645283079484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116472645283079484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116472645283079484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-post-on-this-blog.html' title='Last Post on this Blog'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116462943443220408</id><published>2006-11-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:10:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class E4 Canberra Memories...</title><content type='html'>We will miss each other for sure. Seems like everyone is going their own way now. Seldom chats. Nothing better to do online as well. hmm...  So what can we do? Nothing to help though... I've came out with this short 6:57 clip for the class. I won't delete it from the web, unless Youtube.com collapses. LOLx... hmm... I hope 4E4 will never forget each other for our ups and downs together as one united class. The link is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAev7z_1h-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry if it loads damn slowly. The clip itself is about 50.2 MB. So, I hope you won't be irritated by the long waiting time for buffering and loading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116462943443220408?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116462943443220408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116462943443220408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116462943443220408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116462943443220408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-e4-canberra-memories.html' title='Class E4 Canberra Memories...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116372732439219614</id><published>2006-11-17T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:54:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels is over; What's next?</title><content type='html'>Okay... Exams are now finally over for me, and for some majority in 4E4 as well. We'll just have to wait for February to come next year for the results. Hopefully it's the very best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm changing to wordpress.com soon. Maybe in about a weeks' time. I will not do it now because my life is entangled with NPCC. lolx... who cares? I will just wait for the camp to end next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how well have I did for O Levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject               ------------------ Target -------       Expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English                   -------------------- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3 ---------- B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue      -------- B3 --------------                B4&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics         ------------ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1 ----------            A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mathematics --------      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2 ---------- A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities            -------------- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B3 ---------- B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics --------------------                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1 ---------- B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry              ---------------- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1 ---------- A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology                  -------------------- A2 ---------------                B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5                      ------------------------ 11 ---------------                16 (Bold)&lt;br /&gt;L1B4                      ------------------------- 8 ----------------                  12 (Bold; without Humanities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the expected grades are my real grades, I would be disappointed for achieving my 5A1s, 2B3s, EL B4 target. But, well, I am also not very happy with my performance now.. blah... It's over... But still I would still be able to go to my wanted course... Hopefully for English, that's really my grade... pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116372732439219614?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116372732439219614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116372732439219614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116372732439219614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116372732439219614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-levels-is-over-whats-next.html' title='O Levels is over; What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116358472539303243</id><published>2006-11-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:58:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Last Day</title><content type='html'>Today's Physics paper was unusually easy. Majority does agree with me when I was asking them in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. That's already part of the History. So, don't think about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I had been studying for Chemistry (not Add. Maths) straight after I had my lunch and shower. First time so self-disciplined. *aHerm* lolx... Though I was studying for Chemistry quietly, I was rather irritated by my mum. I just cannot stand her nagging any more. It's like, I just want to shoot her back for making so big a fuss out of a minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I had not swept the floor after coming back home. But I was studying... And the reason she scolded and nagged was that studying was an excuse. To a great extent, I totally disagree with her. What the hell... Why are all adults like that?!? When we are not studying, they scold us for not being hardworking. But when we are studying, they say we are useless, good for nothing, and don't give us any chance to prove that we are hardworking enough to their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I have not been studying at home because of taking breaks after Prelims. That was when she started to scold me for being lazy. Now, just before O Levels, when I have been studying, she kept bugging me to do household chores, when I am trying my best for the next papers. Now she is still ranting on the normal things she would say when she nag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot stand it lah... She's so freaking irritating... And some more, my brothers are watching the TV lah?!? Why ask a busy person when you have someone free doing nothing constructive?!? Hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I cannot say anything to her in her face, or I would be thrown out of the house. Perhaps, I just have to bottle this temper deep in my heart. And wait for the aftermath to pass by. Siansation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116358472539303243?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116358472539303243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116358472539303243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116358472539303243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116358472539303243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-last-day.html' title='1 Last Day'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116331320680856947</id><published>2006-11-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:33:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more Subjects to go!</title><content type='html'>3 more days; 3 more subjects; ending agony; the starting of the Ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I'm also sinking into the atmosphere of relaxation, as if the examinations are over. I tried SMS-ing some people; None of them replied. That's the reason I did not study, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Additional Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. I guess the subjects that require my attention are A Maths and Phys. I'm not worried for Chemistry. In fact, I did not even think about Chemistry. Perhaps only the Chapter on Electrolysis. But Mr Jason Tan had helped me solved my problems by sending me his powerpoint slides. (Thanks, Mr Tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my holidays are packed - well packed - with different events. Straight after the Exams, we have Class Chalet on the 18th. Thereafter, I have to go down Home Team Academy for my Cadet Inspectors' Basic Training Course Briefing, Uniform Collection, and then hurry back to the Unit Camp in school on 22nd, which lasts till Friday that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks after the Unit Camp, the actual Cadet Inspectors' Basic Training Course will commence, on the 8th of December, lasting about 2 weeks, till 23rd December. And I was told we have to attend a 4-day 3-night Camp in Pulau Ubin. It's like... HOW AM I GOING TO WORK?!? perhaps part-time when I have time in the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... After the Course and Camp, the new year begins with another camp- Secondary One Orientation. Well, I don't complain for this because I volunteered to help, and because I like Camps. lolx... I'm sure after the Orientation Camp, there would be a NPCC Orientation Camp as well as the Non- Commissioned Officer Camp as well... wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work! My mum is gonna shoot me dead in my head for not working! lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah... Who cares? My life is controlled by myself; none of the others should interfere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" Back to present, the O Levels is not yet over. So I better get started for my Physics. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the starting of the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116331320680856947?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116331320680856947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116331320680856947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116331320680856947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116331320680856947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-more-subjects-to-go.html' title='3 more Subjects to go!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116307433950917951</id><published>2006-11-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:18:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway Through</title><content type='html'>O Levels is halfway done. As you can see, it's 7 days 20 hours and 15 minutes left. So good so far. All the papers these days are handle-able. Some are exceptionally easy, perhaps to me, like Social Studies (Merger &amp; Separation) and Maths Paper 1. Geography was, again, a letdown. But I'm sure Social Studies would definitely support my Combined Humanities Grade to at least a B4. What's over is over. And I'm not going to ponder over it again. Tomorrow is another major paper - Maths Paper 2. My confidence for Mathematics has not yet burned off, just that I'm afraid I can't get the A1 that I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like another 7 sub-papers for the next 7 days. Hopefully my mental stability don't wear off before that. Though there are still another 7 papers, some have already started to relax here and there. Can see from their MSN nicks. Looks like Jonathan has thoughts for his life in the next few months, I think. haha... Nevertheless, I'm also having plans for my life straight after O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NPCC Cadet Inspectors' Basic Training Course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NPCC Annual Camp November 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NPCC NCO Camp 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NPCC Orientation Camp 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NPCC Training Syllabus 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canberra Secondary: Secondary One Orientation Camp 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My part-time work (still seeking)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slack around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Looks like my plans are filled by NPCC. hmm.. Oh well... My life, I guess. Oh yea. Not forgetting, I am moving away from http://www.lifeofcwc.blogspot.com. I am intending to change a new blog, perhaps following the crowd, to http://www.wordpress.com. This is going to mark the end of my Secondary School Life, I guess, and a new Chapter for my life. 1.5 years of blogging in this blog. Probably the new one will be better. We'll see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, let me introduce this song to you. It's a very nice song, indeed. Suitable for those who wants to woo some girls out there. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Kevin Fok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If  I'm the one for you in this life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help&lt;br /&gt;Hearing my voice calling your name&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard not to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Have fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't so describe&lt;br /&gt;How I feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;So much more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;With your touch it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, you're so near&lt;br /&gt;All the time in this place&lt;br /&gt;For I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;In this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're just so&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I can hear your breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's alive&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile with those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They may say&lt;br /&gt;That you're just a girl in this spinning world&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're like the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't so describe&lt;br /&gt;How I feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;So much more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;With your touch it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, you're so near&lt;br /&gt;All the time in this place&lt;br /&gt;For I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;In this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're just so&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my hand; feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and You'll find me&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From http://www.purevolume.com/punkd1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116307433950917951?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116307433950917951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116307433950917951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116307433950917951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116307433950917951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/halfway-through.html' title='Halfway Through'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116272600578251256</id><published>2006-11-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:16:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solutions to Haze Problems</title><content type='html'>Singapore, together with the ASEAN members, is pledging her aids to Indonesia to tackle the major environmental issue in SE Asia - Haze. That's a wonderful solution, so that people would not be suffering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I wonder why is the Government trying to help the others so much and do nothing to tackle local issues. The worst local environmental issue is littering - by Singaporeans - in Singapore. Although laws had been passed to deal with those inconsiderate ones, the effects and success are near to none. People are still littering. Worse still, some could actually throw litters from 21st or 18th storey flats, down to the ground floor. Of course it is not down the rubbish chute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/litter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/litter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/litter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/litter2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/litter3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/litter3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that perhaps, the Government should settle the scores with the citizens first before acting as a big shot helping Indonesia. What's more? Singapore's going global - with this kind of cleanliness standards. I am now feeling confused, how did Singapore manage to be a clean and green country in foreigners' eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116272600578251256?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116272600578251256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116272600578251256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116272600578251256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116272600578251256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/solutions-to-haze-problems.html' title='Solutions to Haze Problems'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116248010485283502</id><published>2006-11-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:08:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War is starting...</title><content type='html'>All regiments are getting ready. The defence is not fully established. Weapons ready? Logistics checked? Units accounted? Where's the commander?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first wave has been deployed for the front line attacks. I just hope the first deployment is all right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116248010485283502?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116248010485283502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116248010485283502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116248010485283502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116248010485283502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/war-is-starting.html' title='The War is starting...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116243453305574171</id><published>2006-11-02T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:28:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D Logic Game</title><content type='html'>Are you ready to challenge your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainbashers.com/gameloader/loader.asp?game=303"&gt;Try it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116243453305574171?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116243453305574171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116243453305574171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116243453305574171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116243453305574171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/11/3d-logic-game.html' title='3D Logic Game'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116228933534006597</id><published>2006-10-31T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:21:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Practical, Volumetric Analysis</title><content type='html'>The Chemistry Practical was rather okay, in that sense. At least better than Biology and Physics. Oh ya... I consulted Mr Jason Tan for the answer just minutes ago. And the answer is 24.8 cm3, not 24.5. Looks like Mr Tan is pissed off with students keep asking him about the answer. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/LOL.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/LOL.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan also said that Alvin misinterpreted his words for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/LOL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/LOL2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... It's ending soon... Yes... Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just the starting of the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116228933534006597?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116228933534006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116228933534006597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116228933534006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116228933534006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/chemistry-practical-volumetric.html' title='Chemistry Practical, Volumetric Analysis'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116219933868074429</id><published>2006-10-30T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:08:58.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'O' Levels Mother Tongue Retake</title><content type='html'>Just came back from lunch after the exhaustive first written papers. Looks like I've wasted my time, as well as my money, for the retaking of Mother Tongue Paper 1 and 2. I don't have the confidence to score better. I guess the results should be worse than the June's results. Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Tomorrow's Chemistry Practical. Haha... Just now tried to exploit Mr Jason Tan for hints for tomorrow's Volumetric Analysis. Such a pity that he did not want to give any hints. Sigh...  Lolx.. But who cares? I am quite confident to score again in the Volumetric Analysis as well as the Modifications. At least, I would dare to say that, even without hints from Mr Jason Tan, I can still do well... At least better than Physics and Biology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to a 32 minutes short video clip. It's by one of my friends in the NS. The title is &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3477108537208786893"&gt;Countdown&lt;/a&gt;. Just spend 32 minutes of your life to watch this clip. Although there's some flaws, but the storyline and plot is rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now. I shall continue in my game. Good luck for your 'O' Levels. It's ending soon... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just the starting of the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116219933868074429?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116219933868074429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116219933868074429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116219933868074429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116219933868074429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-levels-mother-tongue-retake.html' title='&apos;O&apos; Levels Mother Tongue Retake'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116198819847330446</id><published>2006-10-28T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T06:29:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels? O Levels... O Levels!</title><content type='html'>2 practical papers are over. Biology and Physics. Killers. Coming Monday would be Mother Tongue while Tuesday is Chemistry Practical Paper. Oh well. I guess people will start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;howling&lt;/span&gt; again after the upcoming two papers next week. Anyway, no use crying over spilled milk. It's over; It's over. Even if you don't score well for your Practical, so what? Theory Papers are yet to come. Without Practicals, getting B3s is still possible for all Sciences! But of course we don't just aim for a B3. A1 is the best target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Miss Chia always says, "Aim for the moon, fall on the clouds; Aim for the clouds, fall back to ground." Setting a high-enough-target is necessary since it concerns a lot of things for us in the future. Don't worry, after 20 days 9 hours 39 minutes, we will be free again. It's going to end. But wait, don't be too happy for the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just the starting of the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116198819847330446?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116198819847330446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116198819847330446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116198819847330446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116198819847330446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-levels-o-levels-o-levels.html' title='O Levels? O Levels... O Levels!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116184478479071781</id><published>2006-10-26T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:42:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Practical</title><content type='html'>Just finished my practical. Yea, I predicted correctly what sort of questions to study for. Hmm.. After the practical, I consulted Mrs Lee for the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focal length:&lt;br /&gt;  Method 1: 12cm&lt;br /&gt;  Method 2: ~16, 17cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;, you have to use 1 ÷ gradient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;graph is plotted m against v&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;m-intercept at -1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gradient is positive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;straight line graph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Question 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gradient ~35&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;straight line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, did you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116184478479071781?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116184478479071781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116184478479071781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116184478479071781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116184478479071781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/physics-practical.html' title='Physics Practical'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116173078632930439</id><published>2006-10-25T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:29:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Room</title><content type='html'>On 24th, I was watching this movie after my maniac-studying. This movie is about a woman (Meg Altman) and her daughter (Sarah) trapped in the safe room in their newly-bought mansion. And under the same roof, other than the 2 of them, there were 3 burglars. The 3 burglars were intending to steal a long-lost hidden money in that mansion. What's interesting is that, Meg and Sarah locked themselves in the safe room, specially designed for safety during house invasion, where the hidden money, wanted by the burglars, were kept. As the burglars sought ways to get the victims out, the victimes themselves sought ways to get help from the public. In the end, 2 burglars were killed, ironically by their accomplices, and the third one was arrested. Both mother and daughter were safe, but Stephen, Meg's ex-husband and Sarah's father, was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some things the burglars did to get the victims out of the safe room and how the mother and the daughter solve it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Releasing gas into the room via air-ventilation system. Meg flamed it up by a lighter, causing an explosion and scalded 1 of the burglars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The burglars tried to knock off the walls and the ground from the lower storey, trying to get access to the walls of the safe room. Nothing was done by Meg as the safe room was free from loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties were communicating through the security cameras in the mansion itself, as well as the speakers. And the burglars were rather stupid. Their weapon -- a pistol -- actually fell into the hands of Meg, and in the end, they were trapped in the safe room with Meg outside, holding onto the pistol. What's funny is, one of the burglars got his finger squashed off the door of the safe room. 2 fingers dropped. Ouch. But that's stupid for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg is rather intelligent. When she was outside the safe room and the burglars in it, she smashed many of the security cameras so that the burglars would not know where would she be heading to. Sarah was real clever when she thought of sending SOS light flash signal through the drainage hole in the safe room, which pointed directly at their neighbour's bedroom. Just that their neighbour was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The movie was nice after all. But you would laugh and laugh instead of getting excited/ thrilled by the tensed atmosphere because of the stupidity of the burglars. haha... Try watching if you have not. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6.9/10 (as on 26th October, 6.23am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116173078632930439?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116173078632930439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116173078632930439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116173078632930439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116173078632930439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/panic-room.html' title='Panic Room'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116169946694091068</id><published>2006-10-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:23:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ironic Holiday</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to be the most important couple of weeks before the official end of our Seconary Education and the start of Examinations. Yet, there stood a public holiday in the middle of no where in the calendar, breaking off the tight atmosphere of studying. A coin has two sides; events have pros and cons. The holiday seems a little distractive to studying, but it really helps a lot as people can take a real break and loosen themselves from the stressful conditions for the examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would say that I'd spent a fruitful 16-hour of time revising for my upcoming Social Studies Mock Exam as well as the Physics Practical. That's the longest time I managed to concentrate on academic, non-stop. The previous record was from 10am to 6pm at Jon's place earlier this year. That was when I thought study group suits me well for studying. Contradicting, studying alone is best. No matter how distracted I am, I would still continue to work on as there wasn't anyone else to spark off a conversation. Partially, the factor to the success of full 16-hour concentration was my sister's presence. She was bugging onto the computer from afternoon till evening. And I didn't manage to get a decent chat on MSN, or in the IRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo... The studying period of 16 hour is indeed exhaustive. And that makes a good sleep later. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116169946694091068?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116169946694091068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116169946694091068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116169946694091068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116169946694091068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/ironic-holiday.html' title='An Ironic Holiday'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116135451486071179</id><published>2006-10-20T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:01:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain mail... Childish mails...</title><content type='html'>I've been receiving a lot of stupid mails from people out there, be it in my previous hotmail account (expo42@hotmail.com) or the current one that I'm using (timbe.....com). Even my Google mail is flooded by these emails. And who's the main culprit? Mostly those who have my email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not understand how the hell did chain mail start. There are a lot of different kinds of emails, with some 60-70% tracked back to America. Let me list down the possible cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Email service provider. This mail proclaims that the email service provider is facing a problem of shortage of memory in its server. And the server is going to delete accounts that are inactive. This mail claims that, in order for users to prove that they are still in use of their accounts, they have to forward the mail to another 15 account holders, in order to save their own accounts from such a fate of deletion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winning of cash. This mail claims that the receiver is able to receive cash from an unknown company with weird names. As quoted, the mail says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear valued customer, thank you for signing up with our company. In return for your application, we hope to reward you with cash. In order to receive the cash, you have to forward this message to your friends, or family members. For the first 10 account holders you have forwarded to, you will receive US$200 each. For the rest, you will receive US$350 each. So, start forwarding message now, and reply your mailing address to customer_reply@abena.net. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Curse. This mail implies that once a person has seen or read the very first paragraph/ sentence/ word/ letter, the curse has been put on that person. And also, the mail says that in order to break the curse, that person has to send not less than 15 person, excluding the one who had forwarded to himself. In addition, it says that if the person were to break the chain, he will be cursed forever. And at the last part, the mail contains some ridiculous "truth" of people breaking the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Luck and fortune. This mail suggests that the mail itself is able to change a person's luck, financially or in relationships. Mostly, I get those which imply to be able to help me find some life partners. The mail says that the if a person were to forward the mail to as many people as possible, his luck will be changed as better as how many he had forwarded to. Also, there are some which indicated that if I were to send to a lot of people, the person that will be my partner for life will be the one who grab my left hand (or touch any other body parts or give money) at this particular time and date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this kind of mails totally absurd and childish. It's just the matter of fact of maturity level of a person. People who continues the chain for such mails are totally stupid, idiotic, retarded and lame. They just do not know the presence and perspective of "Science" in life, on Earth. They are just simply ignorant, and they find it interesting. How lame! And I remembered informing someone about this. And she said that she simply included everyone in her contact list and lazy to remove mine from it. I told to her that she's so childish to believe in such a thing. And the only thing she did was to smile and walk off. How fucking appalling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember there was this fashion of tagging people through mail. There was a time when my internet connection was down, and after weeks, when I checked my inbox, I have a list of mails with the same subject: "(friend's name) has tagged you!" I was so damn frustrated with that. And that's one of the reasons that I changed my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all those who continue such chain mails fail their O levels, if they are taking them soon. Fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116135451486071179?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116135451486071179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116135451486071179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116135451486071179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116135451486071179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/chain-mail-childish-mails.html' title='Chain mail... Childish mails...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116118635083975366</id><published>2006-10-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T06:55:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nuclear Crisis</title><content type='html'>First was the Russian Federation in the 1980s. Then it was Democratic People's Republic of Korea from 1993 till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia learnt her lesson, I guess, when her Nuclear Reactor went faulty and exploded then, killing thousands and leaving behind a vast piece of radioactive land. A decade ago, the DPRK was suspected with her tests of nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first accusation of the North for nuclear weapon developments was when DPRK was found to be starting a plutonium extraction plant. Followed by an uranium extraction plant in the late 1990s, international powers were starting to exert power pressure on DPRK. This was when the Six-Way Talk started. The Six-Way Talk may seem hyperactive in Beijing and in the Korean Peninsula, among the 6 major counterparts. But it was just the outlook. In actual fact, there were no finalised conditions and things, and they just wanted DPRK to stop their nuclear tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as how I classify the communist states, like Russia in the past, like China now, so it would be much of predicted for DPRK; Communist are rather stubborn. Russia failed to heed advices from America then, and just recently, China was wanting Taiwan to reunite with them, when the Taiwanese leaders objected to the Chinese reunion. There was a time when China almost went on war with Taiwan as military movements were spotted along her borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think the DPRK will give up? In my perspective, I don't think so. International Powers, such as Russia, China, Republic of Korea, Japan and United States of America had started to put on pressure on DPRK, by cutting down trades, and enclosed tight security in this region, to ensure that DPRK will not receive any more aids for nuclear tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is non-denial is that, DPRK had fired a missile over Japan -- literally over -- and had fired another 7 missiles, by which, 6 managed to hit on target in Sea of Japan; One failed though. Now, DPRK is firing the 2nd long range missile, by which, the first and the second are believed to be able to hit Alaska, United States of America. If that's the case, a lot of countries can be targetted by that missile prototype. Singapore might be in this danger zone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after several debates, International Powers as well as United Nations, would want the North to stop all her nonsense. But, there's one thing that seems weird and ironical -- the United States of America. USA has been telling other countries what to do, getting into "any form of political pictures", ensuring this, and that, and has been the one interferring a lot of things, which may be why the terrorists plunged their lives on to USA. But there's one thing that USA is denial about -- the Nuclear Dismantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA has been telling countries off to stop their Nuclear acitivities, but they themselves are in possession of nuclear activities. Firstly, Nuclear-powered Power Station. Next, the nuclear-powered Aircraft Carrier. Last, the atomic bombs which scattered and decayed on the lands of the Empire of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA has still held on to nuclear activities. And there's this thinking within me, and the factor is atomic bomb. They had managed to use Atomic Bombs. And they should still have the blueprint for it. They know how to build it. They know where to build it. And if they do so, no one would know. So can we know about their possessions? No. Hopefully, there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is compromised often because of Nuclear Issue. Another country was Israel. They were suspected to have such activities. But who knows? No UN officers were allowed to check the facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear Crisis started as early as 1935 onwards, by USA against Nazi. Till date, there is no definite ressolution for the Issue of Nuclear, unless all countries which have signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty decided to give up their investments in Nuclear activities. Let's just hope World Peace will not be compromised by this world-wide fear.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116118635083975366?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116118635083975366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116118635083975366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116118635083975366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116118635083975366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/nuclear-crisis.html' title='The Nuclear Crisis'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116104000425512198</id><published>2006-10-17T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:43:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore... Uncivilised society?</title><content type='html'>Across the globe of 192 other countries, Singapore is seen by most as the Country of Considerateness, of Courtesy, of Modesty and of Politeness, most agree that there is this unexplained graceful attitude of each of the individuals of Singapore. Some of my friends from the West think that they do not have such wonderful life where people actually spare a thought for the others. I have this friend from the People's Republic of China, who thinks that even Beijing loses to Singapore in terms of being humble and acting in a civilised manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what foreigners see from the outside world is totally different from what most Singaporeans see in this heartland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The West always says that Singapore is a wonderful place to live in, especially when you have just woken up and decided to take a stroll in the small garden down at the hotel entrance and the doormen, bellboys, cleaners as well as the managers started to greet you "Good Morning, Sir!" with that radiant smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, the citizens from the PRC commented when the Singaporean Chinese started to help them in their directions in town when they got their geographical facts wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, tourists staying in those 5-stars, 4-stars hotels always say that the toilets in the restaurants of the hotels are very clean, and complimented that Singaporeans are conisderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best is that the tourists who visited the country for the very first time and they decided to take a cab to one of the hotels, and they complimented that the taxi drivers are very friendly and polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those cases are from the perspective of a tourist in Singapore. What about from the point of view of an irritated Singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course people working in the hotels and also other tourism industries would be treating you with heavenly hospitality. What about typical Singaporeans who live in HDB flats around the estates? A typical Singaporean, in fact, would rather mind their own businesses and ignore almost everyone in the neighbourhood. Sometimes one gets luckier to have neighbours greeting in the early morning. Yes. Greeting with vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asking for directions eh? Most of the Singaporeans will do the same thing -- Siam (Siam is a Chinese Dialect, meaning "to avoid"). Especially when people ask nicely with the sentence-starting clause "Excuse me" and the polite words "Please", "May I know..." and of course with appreciations, "Thank you", the reply they got is "I don't know lah -- don't ask me!" and some even just give a handsign that actually implies that "I am not interested".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Toilets are very clean, eh? Only in restaurants, hotels, airport and some other governmental and/or private buildings... In a typical Singaporean-styled coffeeshop, or hawker centre, toilets are far worse than what we have in the Pulau Ubin, where Ubin is one of the rural areas in Singapore. What about those in Bus Terminals and MRT Stations? They're no better. It's not because there is not enough manpower for area cleaning; It is that fact that most Singaporeans do not ensure cleanliness after they had used the facilities. It's definitely true for most males, but I'm not really sure if it applies to the females too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... The most frustrating piece of news Singaporeans will know. The cause? Some taxi drivers. Yes, it is not wrong to say that taxi drivers are friendly and they showcase the hospitality. In the midst of being friendly, some of them are actually hypocrites. They are as selfish, as greedy, as dishonest, as the blood suckers. Just for a few dollars per customer, they lied. Actually I met up with this kind of incident for a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first attempt was by a Taxi Driver called Mr Liew PR. (For his face, I don't reveal his full name and the Taxi License Number) This Mr Liew wanted to suck $3 from my mom and I. But in the end, I sucked $15.40 from him. We were heading to my aunt's place then. But thinking that I did really know English, this English-educated Mr Liew skipped the entrance along a road. Let's call it E1. It was just too lucky for me to spot that entrance after we passed by it since the signboard indicated the blocks that entrance was leading to, which the block number happened to be the first mentioned one on it. Then, we came to this T-junction, where we could actually turn left to reach another entrance, E2. To my amazement, Mr Liew turned right. I was thinking, "what the hell this Ah Pek (Old Uncle) is trying to do?" Of course he brought us around Tampines, and went back to E1 again. And the taximeter was reading $15.40, $3 more when we arrived at E1. I was so angry that I snatched the money from my mom when she was going to pay and I told her in Mandarin, "He's a cheat!" Yea, I warned him, with that fucking-angry look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another attempt was by another driver called Mr Chan FD. (Same here, to save his face) This guy is worse. I was heading back home and this Mr Chan happened to help me save $8.70. I was taking this cab from Bishan. And because I happened to always cycle from Sembawang to Bishan, I knew my way well. This Mr Chan, instead of driving along that straight road that will bring us straight to Sembawang MRT, he went in zig-zag directions, from junctions to junctions, to junction, and junctions. And he thought I was deep in sleep and did not know what was he trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these two incidents, it really showcases much about Singaporeans. And one of them is actually bearing the same surname as I am. So disgraceful. I told both of them that I would be reporting their dishonesty to their company, as well as CASE. They were both having that What-the-fuck look when I scolded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you call this Considerate? Courteous? Modest? Or worse still, polite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely nothing. No wonder Singapore ranked the bottom in that list of countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116104000425512198?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116104000425512198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116104000425512198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116104000425512198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116104000425512198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/singapore-uncivilised-society.html' title='Singapore... Uncivilised society?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116092489778513044</id><published>2006-10-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:08:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is Chlorine Gas (Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;) Acidic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve been asking teachers this annoying – out-of-syllabus -- question – Is Chlorine gas (Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;) acidic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;There are a total of 5 groups of teachers with the following answers:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes. Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; is acidic because Cl&lt;sup&gt;-&lt;/sup&gt; reacts with H&lt;sup&gt;+&lt;/sup&gt; to form an acid, HCl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;No. Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; cannot be acidic because it does not contain H&lt;sup&gt;+&lt;/sup&gt; ions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; is not acidic; nor it is alkali. It is corrosive because it has a disagreeable suffocating odour and is poisonous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don’t know. I will get back to you again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don’t know – It is not in your syllabus anyway, don’t think too much about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;These are some of the teachers’ conclusions:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Miss Koh says Chlorine is corrosive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mr Oon and Mr Tan say Chlorine is acidic only when reacted with water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Symbol;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mrs Whey did not answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Miss Kok says chlorine is neutral. And her explanation is along the same line as Mr Oon and Mr Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;According to theory, an alkaline gas (e.g. NH&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;) will turn the damp red litmus paper blue, as the gas will react with the water to form a base that changes the litmus paper blue. Thus, it should work the same way for an acid too, whereby an acidic gas will turn the damp blue litmus paper red.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;However, under the GCE ‘O’ Levels Pure Chemistry Syllabus 2006, the only special gas we have learnt that bleaches damp (red or blue) litmus paper is Chlorine. Some students who study Pure Chemistry experienced the changes of the colour of the damp litmus paper when testing for Chlorine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;According to Prof Poh (Ching Hwee), he spotted this colour change of the damp litmus paper:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Bleached (white)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thus, he concludes that there is a definite acidity. He is correct, &lt;b&gt;only to a certain extent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the other hand, our Chemistry-Top, Hari, says no, there is a complex that bleaches the litmus paper. He is also correct, &lt;b&gt;to a certain extent&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, is Chlorine Gas acidic? One of my friends, Lay Jia, debated that Chlorine is acidic. I beg to differ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Almost all of the 4E4 students are exposed to this question too. But no one could give the answer. Some people thought about it too, and we kept debating, without any agreed answer and/or explanation. Alvin says Chlorine is acidic, and he gives all sorts of funny explanations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Okay. I’ve done research on this question – Is chlorine gas acidic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The answer is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Chlorine is definitely not acidic, but it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CORROSIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;According to Wikipedia, an online encyclopaedia, Chlorine is not acidic but corrosive. It is so corrosive that it would damage the human respiratory system if someone breathes Chlorine gas in 1, 000 parts per million (ppm).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But why does Chlorine gas turn the damp blue litmus paper red first, before bleaching it? Hari answered this question. The reaction of Chlorine and water produces complex. When Chlorine gas reacts with water, hydrochloric acid and hypochlorous acid are formed. The following equation illustrates the reaction:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; (g) + H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O (l) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; HClO (aq) + HCl (aq)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The hydrochloric acid produced will turn the litmus paper red, which explains Prof Poh’s findings. However, the hypochlorous acid, HClO, would then bleach the litmus paper till pure white colour, which explains why Chlorine gas will bleach damp (red or blue) litmus paper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hypochlorous acid has an acidity of pH value of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;±&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;7.53. It has a unique bleaching nature that industrialists use it for bleaching purposes. This explains why the litmus paper would then be bleached later on, after turning red.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hence, Chlorine gas is not acidic; it is corrosive. Just that it reacts with water to produce acids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116092489778513044?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116092489778513044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116092489778513044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116092489778513044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116092489778513044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/chemistry-debate.html' title='Chemistry Debate'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-116080213188610340</id><published>2006-10-14T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:02:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre- 'O' Levels Exam Mood</title><content type='html'>Our GCE 'O' Levels Exam is nearing -- just about 15 days away. Oh shit...&lt;br /&gt;17th October is our first Practical Exam - Biology. Have you studied? Of course I've.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's like 15 days away, the homework load is still same as before. We've just gotten a stack of Physics Past Year Papers, 2 sets of Biology Papers, 1 complete set of English Paper (Paper 1 and 2), 1 Elementary Mathematics, Chinese Paper 1, 1 complete set of Chemistry Paper (Paper 1 and 2) and also 1 Geography question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting out of hand, again, though I would say I will have no problem completing E. Maths, Chemistry, Chinese and Biology. The latest homework for English is quite tedious. The one word title is "Rest" and I am unsure what plot could I use. None of the previous pieces of essays I'd done could be modified to fit into "Rest". I'm still thinking of the plot. Hopefully what comes out for 'O' Levels English Paper 1 still one that somehow or rather, I've done. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-Year Examinations for Sec 1-3s have ended. Yet, it marks the start of GCE 'O' Levels. Of course, CCA would resume. That's a bad thing to say because Dodgeball Competition is nearing. Its briefing session is on 20th Oct while the actual competition lies on 28th Oct. Hopefully I won't be too much affected by the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried that I would do badly for my academic if I start diversifying my attention towards CCA. I'm just worried that I will not be able to attend the competition. But I would always want to turn up for the events, because you can't expect me to sit in front of my books and foolscap papers writing essays, right? Of course I got to de-stress myself, or I will go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天叶老师借我这软件，whereby 我可以打华文字。非常感谢他！Perhaps I should try updating my blog in Chinese. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116080213188610340?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116080213188610340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116080213188610340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116080213188610340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116080213188610340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-o-levels-exam-mood.html' title='Pre- &apos;O&apos; Levels Exam Mood'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116030667333838756</id><published>2006-10-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:27:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TalkingCock.com</title><content type='html'>It was first introduced by PM Lee HL during the National Day Rally. I've been wanting to visit this website, but I've either got no time, or I'd forgotten about it when I'm free. So, now I remembered about &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com"&gt;TalkingCock.com&lt;/a&gt;. There're numbers of jokes and lame stuffs in there, so perhaps readers may want to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is extracted from the website and therefore &lt;span class="style13"&gt;purely satirical. Please do not take it for serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"SINGAPOREAN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEMOCRACY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows – ‘cow peh’ and ‘cow bu’. The Government fines you for keeping unlicensed livestock in a flat. Both are then acquired at a significant discount by a Government-linked corporation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the Political Jokes in the website. There're more in there. So feel free to go there and read up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, as quoted from the website, TalkingCock.com is &lt;span class="style13"&gt;purely satirical and humorous, and therefore (your) opinions of any persons or situations depicted in this site, whether living, real, fictional or otherwise, will not affect you as a reader in any way whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116030667333838756?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116030667333838756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116030667333838756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116030667333838756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116030667333838756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/talkingcockcom.html' title='TalkingCock.com'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116013977334049844</id><published>2006-10-06T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:07:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze, Haze and Only Haze</title><content type='html'>Just showed my parents my report book. They merely took a glance, and closed the book, and continued watching TV. I think they are not as concerned as I am about my academic. Perhaps they are, only for my useless brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PSI value hit 80 today. Worst out of the worst. All thanks to those uneducated Indonesians and those responsible companies running in South Borneo and Sumatra. I don't think we should blame on the uneducated Indonesians since they are uneducated. And I don't think we should blame the Indonesian Government for not educating the uneducated. However, the main culprits that should be shot dead are those who are well-educated, and running big companies in Indonesia, yet illegally burning all the forestries, that affected us negatively. And yes, of course, majority suffered (or I would say all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the NEA website for the new updates about the weather as well as PSI readings. Then I noticed that we won't be experiencing rains for maybe a couple for days. This implies that we are going to face elongated period of haze problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already so hazy, that made me coughing non-stop and smelling those worse-than-cigeratte-foul, and those stupid Chinese cannot stop adding on to the haze problems by burning the candles and fire-crackers down my block. It's so damn noisy, with those stupid "euuwww" sounds, and deteriorating the haze problems. I mean, it is already worse. And they are still making it worse-er. Can't they just stop lighting up the stupid candles and save themselves by drinking more water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad... It's the Mooncake Festival... Those parents would rather let their child die of taking in too much carbon monoxide than saving them. It's so damn bad lah. Nothing could be done tho. What I see out of my room window is people lighting up candles, playing fire-crackers, running about, throwing rubbish on the floor, leaving all the melted waxes on the floor inconsiderately. I feel so bad that I would not want to tell anyone that there are Singaporeans like that, in a first-world country. Perhaps the Government should do something serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah... Singapore is green and clean. What nonsense... It's only true with presence of our most unskilled -- yet I most respect -- labourers in our workforce. The cleaners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116013977334049844?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116013977334049844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116013977334049844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116013977334049844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116013977334049844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-haze-and-only-haze_06.html' title='Haze, Haze and Only Haze'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-116000100542513330</id><published>2006-10-05T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:49:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;The innocent victims of online child abuse cannot speak for themselves. But you can. Watch this video, then light a candle of support at &lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com"&gt;www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/a&gt; to encourage governments, politicians and banks to eradicate the commercial viability of online child pornography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA2h5Gog8_g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NA2h5Gog8_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-116000100542513330?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/116000100542513330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=116000100542513330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116000100542513330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/116000100542513330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/save-children.html' title='Save the Children'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115991294326170528</id><published>2006-10-04T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:02:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 post per week.</title><content type='html'>It's very uneasy for me not to come to blog when I'm online. So, I've decided to blog, perhaps, once per week. Or in a better expression, "blog weekly." lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not concentrating in my studies. And I think I will not be focused even if the Exams have started. The feeling now is just right for me; Not too stress, nor too slack. I just like this studying atmosphere. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already cut down my production rate in Sciences (all 3) and also the 2 Mathematics. I'm going to concentrate now, more to the languages and humanities. I hope Mrs Shermeen Lee, Ms Kok &amp; Mrs Whey, Mdm Raudhah, Miss Chia and Miss Tay CH will not be angry about that. I think I have to do something to save those C-grading subjects. Perhaps, I should include Biology too. Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, even though I'm studying, I'm still playing a game now. It's an online game, &lt;a href="http://www.navyfield.com"&gt;NavyField&lt;/a&gt;. This game is not very popular among Singaporeans because no one has ever talked about it! As my character suggests, I'm the one who likes this sort of games and things, so I've actually found it online while searching for a game. Maybe I should just put up a screenshot of the game. (thanks jon, for teaching me how to do a screenshot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Tokyo%20Harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 233px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Tokyo%20Harbour.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, that's the Tokyo Shipyard in that game. lolx... Just want to introduce this game to people who love to play games created by Westwood Studios or Atari: Axis and Allies. This is another battle warfare game, which actually brings in the WWII battleships from a small little Frigate to a large Battleship. And the objective is just to keep on destroying people's floating platforms to gain levels, to get the best, biggest ship. It's not late to start now, because Asians had only just started to know this game about 1 month. So, you should try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Rating: 7.9 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's Rating: 8.5 out of 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115991294326170528?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115991294326170528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115991294326170528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115991294326170528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115991294326170528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-post-per-week.html' title='1 post per week.'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115960423565153129</id><published>2006-09-30T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:17:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Hunt</title><content type='html'>My friend introduced this blog to me, thought it's a great start for food hunt, especially for people who loves to eat. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;The Food Finder &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115960423565153129?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115960423565153129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115960423565153129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115960423565153129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115960423565153129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-hunt.html' title='The Food Hunt'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115953519448840882</id><published>2006-09-29T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:08:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Shut Down</title><content type='html'>Yeap... I'm not going to blog, as a way to cut down my computer usage time. So, my blog might become inactive for... say, 2 months? I'll blog once in a while, when unusual or surprising things happen loh... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, people were asking for dates of exams. So must well blog it out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Oct: Biology Practical&lt;br /&gt;19th Oct: Combined Science Practical (Paper 5)&lt;br /&gt;26th Oct: Physics Practical&lt;br /&gt;30th Oct: Mother Tongue (Re-takes)&lt;br /&gt;31st Oct: Chemistry Practical&lt;br /&gt;2nd  Nov: Literature Electives&lt;br /&gt;6th Nov: Mathematics Paper 1, Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;7th Nov: Combined Science (Chemistry) Written Paper (Paper 3)&lt;br /&gt;8th Nov: English Paper 1 and 2, Combined Science (Physics) Written Paper (Paper 2)&lt;br /&gt;9th Nov: Biology Paper 1 and 2, Geography Electives&lt;br /&gt;10th Nov: Mathematics Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov: Additional Mathematics Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;15th Nov: Physics Paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;16th Nov: Additional Mathematics Paper 2, Chemistry Paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;17th Nov: History Electives&lt;br /&gt;20th Nov: Combined Science Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the timings, I'm not going to post it up. Because it is damn confusing. But papers (at/after 2pm) include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature Electives&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science (Physics) Written Paper (Paper 2)&lt;br /&gt;Geography Electives&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;History Electives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115953519448840882?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115953519448840882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115953519448840882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115953519448840882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115953519448840882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/temporary-shut-down.html' title='Temporary Shut Down'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115944046100121374</id><published>2006-09-28T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:51:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>I ruined his day; I ruined my day; I ruined everyone's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sorry... for that sarcastic tone. So sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115944046100121374?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115944046100121374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115944046100121374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115944046100121374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115944046100121374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/zzz.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115944498093736957</id><published>2006-09-28T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:03:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polytechnic Courses</title><content type='html'>There is a website that shows the Cutt-off Points and numbers of intake for this year's batch of students at the &lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/aa/jae.html"&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic Online Academic Affairs Office.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go and look at it in the website itself. Also, not all courses are opened to big numbers of students. And it's like, some of our Prelims results don't even fit in the category here. So, let's buck up, and aim for the score we want to, in order to enter those courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The cut off points were applicable for year 2005 O Levels Results only. By trends, the cut off points for our batch of students would be +/- 1-3 points. So, do your best to aim as low an aggregate as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you score well for O Levels! Good Luck People!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115944498093736957?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115944498093736957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115944498093736957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115944498093736957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115944498093736957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/polytechnic-courses_28.html' title='Polytechnic Courses'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115935119393251147</id><published>2006-09-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:11:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, today got back the last 2 papers in school. Results was damn deadly. L1R5: 18; L1R2B2: 13. What the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me update my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;English                    C6&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue     C5&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics          A1&lt;br /&gt;A Mathematics      A2&lt;br /&gt;Physics                   A2&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry              A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology                    B4&lt;br /&gt;Humanities            C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.. That's how bad I've done. Oh god... I cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shifted our seats today in class, and that should be the permenant one until O level comes. As per usual, I am sitting in front, literally in front, of the teacher's desk. Haha... I don't think it's a problem to me. I wonder how will Jon feel if he knows he is sitting right at the back with Hazmil, Salleh and 2 girls. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography is a flop. I flunked the mapwork, which is ironically my best section, where I thought I could easily score a 6 or 8. Looks like I'm wrong, deadly wrong. Blah... I think I should just continue to strive to score for Geography paper. I cannot afford to score another C in the O Level Certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... Help me... I want to do well... I am doing my best already.. But, I just couldn't score well for my exams... Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for academic. Let me blog back about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wang flared up today in class when people started to talk and not pay attention. And she caught 2 girls talking among themselves. So Miss Wang wanted them to stand and answer her question about the Prelim Question. First was about the Genetically Modified Food and there was another about the Ports in the pattern of location of industrial estates in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, only "A" was called to stand and answer the question about the GM Food. The way I heard "A" replied was like... What the fuck. She doesn't even answer the question properly, as if she was talking to some bastards in her gang or what, with the "leh, lah, loh." I was rather pissed off with her disrespect towards Miss Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time she was called to stand again and answer the question about the ports. She argued that she was discussing with "B" about the Ports. I was totally disgusted by the way she fought for herself. She wasn't paying attention lah. She was pure talking and talking and talking, and she claimed she was discussing with "B". Oh please, why does the society has such people, who are simply dumps of shit that are useless and OMG. The way she carried the innocent face was more disgusting than the way Su Qi acts cute lah... Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you guys don't want to study, and care nothing much about schooling, DON'T COME TO SCHOOL to DISTURB THE REST, you BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115935119393251147?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115935119393251147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115935119393251147&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115935119393251147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115935119393251147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-day.html' title='What A Day'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115926274021065531</id><published>2006-09-26T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:34:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims Results are out!</title><content type='html'>Subject                                                Target                Actual Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English                                               B4                         C6&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue                           B4&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Mathematics    A1                     A1&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics        B3                         A2&lt;br /&gt;Physics                                             B3                        A2&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry                                      B3                    A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology                                              B3                          B4&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies                                 B4                        A2&lt;br /&gt;Electives Geography                B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my result slip for Prelims. Damn sucky. Especially for Biology and English. Though I've aced both Mathematics and both of the Sciences, I still couldn't maintain my B3 for Biology as well as a B4 for English. Well... I think I'd not put in enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Physics, I'm quite happy to say that I've achieved an A2. However, I'm very upset with myself, for not sustaining that 1st position for the 3rd time! Hari got 77 and topped the class, while I'm having 74 only. Shitted. Some might say that I am boastful because I have gotten an A already, but to me, it's not good enough to get an A2. I've made a stupid mistake which I could have scored an A1, with 78 marks. Blahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Chemistry and Biology, I'm rather disappointed with myself, for not maintaining my A1 and B3 respectively. Though I got an A2 and B3 for Mid Year, I should have gotten an A1 and B3 for Prelims. Just because of my stupid careless mistakes in paper 1 for Chemistry and Paper 2 for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say, I've not let myself down. I still maintained the As for both Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to get back our Geography marks... Only 10 person passed. Shitted. I hope Mother Tongue would be returned tomorrow as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115926274021065531?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115926274021065531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115926274021065531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115926274021065531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115926274021065531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims-results-are-out_115926274021065531.html' title='Prelims Results are out!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115918427657522752</id><published>2006-09-25T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:45:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought there's another new hope...</title><content type='html'>I really do not know what else could I do;&lt;br /&gt;I could only just sit there like fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I settle situation,&lt;br /&gt;Without any devastation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like another Monday's blues&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I've got any clue&lt;br /&gt;-- of what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Life's going down again, after a short period of happy times. Not really happy... But I don't know which vocabulary could best explain that. Looks like I'm destined to go through all this shit, just before my life-changing event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... A lot of things had happened, and I only realised them somehow late. Yee Meng's moving; while Nadira's going to the Emigrates... Oh well... Hate to say, but I hope the friendships won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she shelled at us again. I've been wondering how ironic she is. She was saying that she hated people backstabbing her with her colleagues, yet, she was insulting some of them in front of us. She is so... hypocrite? Don't know... Just don't want to get anymore troubles... Well, O levels is more important than criticising her... Blahz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115918427657522752?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115918427657522752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115918427657522752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115918427657522752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115918427657522752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-when-i-thought-theres-another-new.html' title='Just when I thought there&apos;s another new hope...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115902752949648955</id><published>2006-09-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:07:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only Advice to My Dearest Friend, Probably One of the 3 Closest Ones.</title><content type='html'>Today was intending to study with Jon and Lester, but in the end went swimming with them as well as Lay Jia and Jia Zheng at Orchid Country Club. After swimming, we went for a short sauna session, then to snookers. I don't know how to play, thus just stood by the side and looked at the games, and laughed at Jon's funny shots. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to the Prata Place, for our lunch-not-lunch-dinner-not-dinner. I ate quite little, because I thought eating too much pratas may just cause my coughing to become worse. Thereafter, we headed to Lay Jia's house, thinking that we could play mahjong. (oh... Jon... it's maHjong, not majIong.. lolx...) Oh well, Serene's mother disallowed us to play, and so, we headed to Sembawang, to Jon's place for a while then to meet up with Yee Meng at the canal behind our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite bored actually, especially at night, when we've nothing better to do but to play "frisbee" with the spongy softboard that one could see in childcare centres. lolx... that's lame, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, and listening to sentimental songs, we all headed back home. And it's like an hour ago? I was watching the documentary that Lester introduced to me, about the richest people in the middle east. Bloody hell... I was so freaking jealous for being in Singapore... Should've requested Jesus to send me to Dubai then.. (lolx!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... that's beside the point. Before we went separate ways, I was telling Lester and Jon that my dad would still be awake, sitting in the living room, waiting for me, to know how much had I spent for the day. Contracting to this fact, everyone was actually asleep! That's why I could come online and blog. lolx... (Lester was laughing about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... That's for the day... But it's a pity to be swimming under the sky without a bright sun. Blahz... Thought I could go for a tan... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what I've told you down at your block, think about it thoroughly. Consider which is better - to hate or to love. Then, move on with your decision. But I think you weren't serious just now at the lobby, saying that you should hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my situation, I'm doing this too. Though I've told you guys that I'm going to adapt to the normal, but, I still have second thoughts. Why? This is because, I'm not sure which decision that I made would bring me more happiness and/or freedom in life. Maybe sinking into that "zone" may bring me more happiness than being not in there? If being in there would be happier for me, then I would rather say that the therapies that I've gone through was just an experience, and that, I'm going to go for the better - to sink in. (or otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea? So think about it seriously. Ask yourself, why that reaction that night? And/Or are you seriously in love? Yes, you are confused over the whole matter. But, your decision is the best for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115902752949648955?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115902752949648955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115902752949648955&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115902752949648955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115902752949648955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-only-advice-to-my-dearest-friend.html' title='My Only Advice to My Dearest Friend, Probably One of the 3 Closest Ones.'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115896867996978566</id><published>2006-09-23T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:45:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a friday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was damn pissed off.. By myself and some bloody jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a damn bad flu and was coughing like hell. That's the reason I drank 1.5 litres of salt water, by which, the concentration is like... hmm... 2 teaspoons to 300 ml?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahz... Then, my fever came back again, at the latest minute of the evening. It was a torture watching Ghost Whisperer and Stepping Out from 10pm to 12am, and I was so damn fucking sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Looks like I didn't have a great time at home rotting yesterday; Neither did they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I being avoided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aircraft Carrier had been intercepted by hostile fighter planes. We need reinforcements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115896867996978566?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115896867996978566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115896867996978566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115896867996978566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115896867996978566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-friday.html' title='What a friday...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115887890387399423</id><published>2006-09-22T06:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:50:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Level Test</title><content type='html'>I see a lot of people doing these... So I thought I should do one of those that is a little realistic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Stress Level is: 49%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... 49%... I don't think it's that low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving for battlefield. Awaiting orders for combat, Commander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115887890387399423?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115887890387399423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115887890387399423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115887890387399423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115887890387399423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress-level-test_22.html' title='Stress Level Test'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115883212412468037</id><published>2006-09-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:51:16.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim's over, School resumes</title><content type='html'>Today saw my marks for EL and Maths Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did quite well for Maths. 76 out of 80. But not for EL, a total of only C6. My composition is a disaster... Mrs Lee agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Looks like I've to clear comprehensions and compositions starting from tomorrow. I've not done any yet. CPC too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has gone to Lester's place. Since I'm not invited, so I'll just keep quiet and just stay at home and rot in front of my NPCC proposal. Blahz... Don't want to go with a status of self-invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Nothing much to post for today. Will post again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aircraft Carrier repaired at the dock, awaiting orders to set sail for combat, Commander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115883212412468037?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115883212412468037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115883212412468037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115883212412468037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115883212412468037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims-over-school-resumes.html' title='Prelim&apos;s over, School resumes'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115870271680537948</id><published>2006-09-20T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T05:52:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims- Last Day!</title><content type='html'>Today's last day of Prelims. Left with A Maths and Biology. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was playing from 4 to 6 and ate at 6+ then continued playing after dinner till 8. Then this cutie here thought I didn't study for biology... So he didn't study as well. LOLx... I am not as bad can...? I don't give up on exams manz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will always study, then play. If I am playing, that means I've studied. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Then Jon was telling me about *forget bio stuffs* psycho-ing... It won't work, pal... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sorry about yesterday night in the MSN conversation. I just couldn't let go and I couldn't control. I just don't want to lose another trustworthy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In present, I am one in the situation of lost. I've met abundance of people, by which, only 40% are my friends, and out of the 40%, only a couple of them are trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115870271680537948?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115870271680537948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115870271680537948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115870271680537948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115870271680537948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims-last-day.html' title='Prelims- Last Day!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115858283042727252</id><published>2006-09-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:33:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee!!! Internet is here AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow... Life with Internet is real good. Life without it -- Simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. As mentioned in one of the previous post, I had done some offline blogging on my desktop. So I'm going to cut and paste into this field here, and you are to slowly read it. LOLx... (not funny...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;13 September 2006. 1529h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It has been a long time since I last came online to chat in the MSN, or to come online to blog about my daily life, or to pen down my thoughts in the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yeah… A long time, indeed. From late August till now, I’ve not been online, probably 3 odd weeks? Hmm… At home, I have nothing better to do basically. Not even playing games could eliminate my boredom these few days. Nothing better to do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Monitor had been bought, and already using it for going a week. Just that my modem is still not yet fixed. Dad re-contracted his account with SingTel. Hopefully the new modem that comes together with the new contract will be delivered by this Friday. Oh well… it’s still a long time, I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Prelims have been going on for days already. Monday was Maths and Mother Tongue. It was so freaking tiring and exhaustive. Till 3.30pm in the afternoon. Gosh… I wonder how I’ve amazingly survived that day. Yesterday was the Chemistry papers. Damn difficult. I hope I can, still, sustain my A1 for Chemistry, it’s going from bad to worse. I wonder why. Just had the Physics Paper 3 Prelim Exam. Generally not bad. But, I made a stupid, idiotic mistake that I’ve always thought it won’t happen on me. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sigh… What’s over is over. No use pondering on it again. Just learn from the mistakes, and make sure I don’t redo it again. That’s for academic. What about social? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shit. Sad to say, relationship with him deteriorates in acceleration. 4 years ago, we were sitting down together, chatting happily, talking nonsensical topics, from atom to the Universe. But look at it now. We can sit together, but in silence, and it will only last for most, 5 minutes, and one of us will just walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why is it like that? Why? I really don’t know how to save this friendship. The knot will never be untied, I guess. But who knows? (Jesus, duh…) Maybe we could be friends, again. I guess everything happened because of that truth of my life. However, probably the term “friend” could never be used on us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;After all, things will be forgotten, as quick as the speed of light. Probably we won’t be talking to each other next year, when we meet again in February. I hope for the better. Right now, our conversations revolve around “hello” and “goodbye” and nothing else. Hopefully other topics could come in as time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I really don’t know what to say… Sometimes, I feel that, friends are just “extras” in my life. Though it is true that, friends do help each other, friends do share experience, joy and sorrow together. But it doesn’t happen to me. In school, I can see clusters of schoolmates walking together, with everyone carrying that smile from ear to ear. But when I am in my own clique of friends, everything is just opposite for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Personally, I think that life is really meaningless without friends. But, what is a true friend? A person who shares joy, laughter, sorrow and jokes? Or a person who helps and looks out for the others? Or is it someone who relies mainly on the others and do nothing much about the friendship between the two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Friends… What are they? Are they edible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Unknown Time and Date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve told 5 of them about this problem. I guess she is the sixth to know about this after that conversation with her in the MSN that night, in July, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Out of so big a clique of friends, only 1 questioned about what happened to me that night. I don’t know how to put in words to express my sadness to her. I don’t know how she’ll react to my words either. I’m simply afraid that, I might just lose another friend, after he decided to ignore. Sigh… What’s life coming to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s simply shit to have a feel like this. I mean, I don’t want this to happen. That’s why I kept mum. But it just won’t get off me, after 2 years. I don’t know what will happen if I asked them for help at first. Until that day, after we went back from the Chalet, I decided to tell him. Because I trusted him. Because I thought he would not be reacting negatively. But, it is just my thoughts after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He turned nasty. He decided not to help. He left me in a lurch. I’ve nothing else to say. Yet, he told me to discuss this matter with my parents. In fact, they still don’t know what is it. I’ve maintained my stand – to keep quiet. Yeap. I’ve found myself a therapist- counsellor- psychologist (3 in 1) to help me in my problem. That was when I burnt my pocket. Oh well… in fact, I guess it works, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don’t know how this problem arises at first. However, she told me that it is just another segment of my life. I’m growing up. I thought that this shouldn’t be happening for long. Instead, it went on for 2 long years. I just don’t know why. So far, only 6 people know, excluding her. Yet, I am determined to get out of this situation. And I am happy to say, for so far, it’s been good. Since July till now. It’s been 1 month plus. I guess and I hope, that it will remain like that forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s okay to let my friends know that I’m like that. Because, I don’t want to be like that. However, if I am able to meet up with people who despise me for what I am, then there goes our friendship. Till date, nothing of that matter has happened to me again, yet. If this carries on, then I’ll be cheerful by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;13 September 2006. 1615h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He apologised and replied. Thankfully he’s not that sort of a person. I hope this friendship will last. And that’s Jeremiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sigh… Thinking of Jeremiah will make me think of him. Shit. I wonder how he thinks of me. A freak? Or a creep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am starting to get use to this flat panel monitor. I like it a lot, more than the previous one. But, I am still waiting for my modem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;14 September 2006. 0635h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Chemistry Paper 3… Volume and Quantity Analysis… Practical Modifications…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m very confident that I’ll at least score for my VA and also the Practical Modifications. A total of… 20 marks? Whatever it is, I am not going to give up academic works. In reality, that certificate says a lot. It’s my future after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m unsure why, I’ve been rotting in front of my computer for so long a time even there’s no modem for internet connection. Maybe it is because of the CD Game that I’ve borrowed from David (Thanks!)… Oh well… I’m returning him soon. Yuri’s Revenge is another wonderful Real- Time Strategy (RTS) Game that I always like. Oh… it is an expansion of the Command &amp; Conquer: Red Alert 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve been supporting Westwood Studios, the company that produces Command &amp; Conquer in general, for quite a long time, ever since I had a computer in the late 1990s. The Windows 95 was still popular back then. Haha… I’ve bought their Red Alert, Red Alert 2, Tiberian Sun, and I’ve tried playing their Yuri’s Revenge as well as Generals. I’m still waiting for their Red Alert 3, if there is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh well… Games rule my life these weeks. After I’ve done with the games, studying is the priority. O levels… about 47 days left… sigh… So fast…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh yeah… Singapore is hosting the IMF Meeting this year for about 7 days. I guess they spent a lot of time doing the preparations for it. Security is so tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m surprised that people protest when the meetings are held. I wonder why they protest, when people actually get helped financially in the undeveloped and/or developing countries… Ironic eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Blah… Anything that concerns IMF, it doesn’t concern me. Back to topic, Prelims is a failure, to me. I hope I get to do well in A Maths, after several practices… Got to go to school now. Chemistry, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hopefully I would do well… Hopefully. Oh yeah, good luck, Alison! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;15 September 2006. 0642h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s so fast… Now it is Friday. Modem should be coming by tonight. Oh yeah… Later taking Biology Practical Prelim Exam. Shit. I still don’t know my fruits and flowers. LOLx… how to pass…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday went to Lester’s house to study. However, it’s just a saying. Yes, I did study. Thereafter, I used Lester’s notebook to check mails, online for a while etc… Oh… Met Mr Jason Tan online. He said that I got my Chemistry Practical. He said my modification of the FeSO&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;.xH&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O experiment is somewhere along that line. So, my 5 marks should be able to sustain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The anion of R is not SO&lt;sub&gt;4­&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2-&lt;/sup&gt;. Should be CO&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2-&lt;/sup&gt;. But, the cation should not be Al&lt;sup&gt;3+&lt;/sup&gt;. I think the cation is Zn&lt;sup&gt;2+&lt;/sup&gt;. He didn’t reveal that for me yesterday. Oh well… The gas was CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;, produced when adding the nitric acid for either R or S. There was a sodium carbonate. Not sure which though…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This few days I’ve been suffering from eye problems. I got this bacterium infection on Wednesday and it recovered on that night. Today, I got it again. Yesterday was suffering from sore right eye, which was so bloody painful. Oh well… That’s my life I guess… LOLx…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ok… Nothing else to update yet. Guess I better go off first. I’m late for Practical Exam! And I’ve not even studied for those parts yet!!! Argh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;15 September 2006. 1056h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just returned home from school. Biology Practical was rather simple. But I had lost 6 marks already. Shit… oh well, no use feeling sad now… It’s over anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmm… the Unit is having their Dodge Ball game later. They need to have a trial. Mr Jason Tan encouraged Shikeen and I to go down, so we could help in the upcoming event – the Dodge Ball Competition – hosted by the Unit. Oh god… Should I be going? Or should I be studying in school, at home, at Mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sigh… Lay Jia has not yet returned me my A Maths RGSS Practice Book. I can’t revise for A Maths, yet. Feeling a little bored now… At home with nobody around. Don’t know what should I do either. I guess they’re going to study later. But I’m lazy to walk out to Sun Plaza, or to cycle again to Lester’s place or Jon’s, and I don’t want to go back to school already. Just stay at home and rot, probably. Hopefully, they would want to come over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday SMSed everyone. No one replied except him. And we SMSed each other a couple of times. Hmm… I guess everything seems fine apparently… Yes… Apparently… Today’s Friday, modem’s coming at night… I just can’t wait for the night to fall. Wahahahaha…. Okay, that’s lame… LOLx…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nothing better to do… Will blog again… Let me go and read the newspaper about the IMF, which some of the people in my neighbourhood is grumbling about, as if IMF had interfered in their private lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;17 September 2006. 1058h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just had my breakfast. And I just received Jon’s SMS to study. Sigh… My eye’s like that, should I go out and study? Argh… Bacteria infection… Shit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My family’s watching the horror movie soon. Should I join in and watch too? Or should I just go over to Jon’s and start revising for tomorrow’s Geography and A Maths. For Geography, I just need my “Burnett Book”, for A Maths, that revision book is still with Lay Jia. Shit… Should I go and meet Lay Jia at Sun Plaza first then to Jon’s place, or meet Lay Jia at Sun Plaza and call Jon to go over? Blah… I don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh… Modem’s here already. But it’s still not working. I’ve called the SingNet Technical Support. They’re calling an officer down tomorrow. Sigh… what’s the bloody problem? I want to go online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh well, just got to wait for that officer to come down. Okay, let me go and take a bath… Then I’ll meet Lay Jia at Sun Plaza. Hopefully before 1.45pm… Studying…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;18 September 2006. 0630h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time really flies. (Suddenly thought of the joke that Yee Meng cracked about time flies… LOLx…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh… That’s beside the point. It’s already 18 September for goodness sake. Today’s going to be Geography and Additional Mathematics Paper 1. Shucks. Paper 1. I hate A Maths, though I could easily score if I did revise. But that’s not the case. Every time I take out the A Maths RGSS 1993 Revision Practice Book, I just don’t want to do it already. Perhaps it’s the name that stops me from doing… Oh well… But I am still confident to say that I can sustain the ‘A’ for A Maths (hopefully). Blah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Geography, for me, is well prepared. I have nothing else to prepare for. For tomorrow’s Physics Papers, I am going to do well too. Hahaha… (Lolx… So cocky) Nah… Not confident to score high. But I am aiming for an A though, so doing well is not a choice, but a must. (Sounds so wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For these few days, or I would say, weeks, I’ve not been updating myself too much from people’s blog. So yesterday when I was rotting at Jon’s house, apparently I updated myself with tonnes of things. (Lolx… Exaggerating facts) Actually it’s not much, but at least I know what’s going on. Yee Meng’s blog is rather interesting, with that black picture with some white spots. LOLx… He just won’t change… Oh well… I won’t change much too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmm… Not many people updated their blogs these with weeks, including me. Left those common people again… Alison… Jon… Lester… Ling Xuan (sometimes)… Yee Meng… Hanisah… and I don’t remember the rest. Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;After all, I am quite surprised that despite that fact, Jon didn’t say ‘no’ and wasn’t really rejecting. Maybe that’s friendship, I guess. I am still not really sure what about the rest – how they will react if only both of us are together, alone. (Don’t let you thoughts go haywire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Okay… Nothing much already… Let me get changed up and head for school to mock at those who are going to fail their Geography. LOLx…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;18&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;September 2006. 1458h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Geography paper was rather simple, and only “simple” can describe that paper. A Maths? I’ve got 2 questions that I am unsure of. But the rest, I’m able to do. (thumbs up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ate at McDonalds’ with them just now at Sun Plaza. Then now back home, waiting for 4pm, for that SingNet officer to come down here and check on the line and modem, and things… Hopefully I’ve nothing to wait already. I just want to use my Internet… I missed NavyField. Shit. Oh… Just recalled about Jon’s joke, which he cracked yesterday at his house, saying that he missed me online… LOLx… that’s loads of crap though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I miss people online as well. My primary school friends… My online IRC chat friends… My schoolmates… And of course not forgetting my undone task for NPCC. They are waiting for me to send them the documents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh… Coming back to NPCC, I felt as if I had not stepped down yet. I still got things to do for the Unit, STILL!!! Yeah… Yee Meng was right… I was cheated by the OC to be an SI – in actual fact to go back to continue to work. LOLx… Actually, to be frank, I don’t really mind it already. It became part of my life. To sit in front of the computer and start typing out the proposals and documents for them… I’ve been doing it since I was a Sergeant, the Officer of Department for Administrations. In short, the Admin IC. Blah… Oh well… typing became one of my hobbies. Because I am now trying to type words without looking at my keyboard. I am still learning… Don’t laugh at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Haha… Okay… Guess I’d better do something constructive. Tomorrow’s Maths Paper 2 and Physics Papers. Like what I’ve always said to them, what’s so difficult about Physics? Isn’t it just a bit like Maths? Some (Or majority) may disagree. But I think it’s easy for me because I am much more of a Maths and Science person. One could actually see from my results slips. I fail both of my languages, but scored relatively well for all my maths and sciences. Sad to say, I am targeting for 5 As for these 2 Mathematics ’s and 3 Sciences. Difficult? I doubt so. Maybe a little…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Okay… Physics… STUDY! Will blog again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were what I blogged about when my Internet service is down... Oh shit. Tomorrow is Physics... Good Luck to people out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115858283042727252?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115858283042727252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115858283042727252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115858283042727252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115858283042727252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/weee-internet-is-here-again.html' title='Weee!!! Internet is here AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115847407415479824</id><published>2006-09-17T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:21:14.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck...</title><content type='html'>blahz... Shitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modem's here... But I still can't use my Internet. Shit. The problem lies on the SingNet company, not me, nor my Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing for my blog at home, offline of course. Will post them once I got access to my Internet Services. Damn SingNet... Should've used Starhub...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115847407415479824?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115847407415479824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115847407415479824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115847407415479824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115847407415479824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115822205110816654</id><published>2006-09-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:20:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See 2</title><content type='html'>Last post was at Jon's house. This time, Lester's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Modem is still not in. But I just got my flat panel monitor. I like it more than the previous one. Oh well... Modem is coming by tomorrow. This few days were so boring. Everyday is having the Prelim Exam. Physics and Chemistry Practicals are over. Biology's tomorrow. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... From this post onwards, I'm not using slangs or Singlish. Probably a new start in languages for me... Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again when my modem arrives. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, good luck for your Prelims, yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115822205110816654?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115822205110816654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115822205110816654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115822205110816654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115822205110816654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-time-no-see-2.html' title='Long Time No See 2'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115666666697669122</id><published>2006-08-27T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:17:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post...</title><content type='html'>It's a long time since I last posted my blog. Mainly because of some problems I've met with my computer at home. First, my modem was faulty. Second, my monitor had exploded without me knowing.. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... I'm now at Jon's house. Thanks to the explosion, I've nothing to do at home, not even playing my Tiberian Sun at home. haiz... oh well... just finished my studying... bwah... everyday doing hardcore studying will go siaoz lohz... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stop and slack in front of Jon's computer. Oh well... Looking at that countdown timer, I'm getting worried as well. Studying simultaneously will bring death, yet, don't study will bring an 'F' into the cert. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... we'll see again bahz... Friday's Chemistry Practical was rather a letdown. Forgotten a lot of things... -.-" But oh well, I still secured a 28 out of the 41, which is about 68%, a B3 in other words... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday studied at Jon's place. Today too. But no one else wanted to study. hmm... is it because of laziness? or? haiz.. nothing else to say about the other 39 in class. But I will know who's working hard and who's not on Febraury next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything turns out fine for me.... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115666666697669122?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115666666697669122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115666666697669122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115666666697669122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115666666697669122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115580856510984051</id><published>2006-08-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:56:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz...</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, I have been doing notes and revisions and homeworks at home. Because of the total boredom and some stress here and there, I was driven to do lame things. Relax... it is only taking some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Fish%20Tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Fish%20Tank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the new fish tank in my house. With all the fishes... bwah... Tho looking at them frequently will not be interesting, those fishes still brighten up my evening everytime after a tiring day in school.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mess4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 243px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mess4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mess and mess... wahahaha... The following photos show how messy my room is, for once, in the morning, and night... Too tired to pack them... just can't be bothered much already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messy computer table, which is going to collapse sooner or later... lolx.. the screws are loosen...&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mess3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mess3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so- called stairs, up my bed. But it's used to place my things lohz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mess2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mess2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Untidy floor with the mess... The sight of it irks me, but I am just too pissed off to do anything. After all, they don't belong to me anyway...&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mess.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mess.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother's untidy bed. Just want to kill them for not folding their blankets... wtf... as if they have had a Filipino maid at home...&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;So that's my messy room. Only my room. There's still more in the living room, kitchen, toilets... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/NPCC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/NPCC2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... was browsing through my pictures in my computer just now. And I happened to see this picture that shows my NPCC achievements, meaning the badges and ranks. Let me show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 9 badges... A great achievement. The rank itself is good enough to boast about.. haha... oh well... Still remember that pathetic whistle that we used during the NPCC Annual Camp 2005. It is so bloody soft. Oh yea... That beret does not seem nice with that yellow patch, or what we call it, the yellow flash. So ugly... oh well... The NCOs are having their NCO Tee, with our batch's design. Thought that they should come out with their own design though... oh well... Hopefully Shikeen and I will get the SI Tee of the same design... Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... I got to go study again... blog again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115580856510984051?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115580856510984051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115580856510984051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115580856510984051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115580856510984051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/sianz.html' title='Sianz...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115573677308563835</id><published>2006-08-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:59:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know why...</title><content type='html'>Every second, every minute, every hour, every day just passed as fast as we could even realise it. It seems that O levels is really approaching us. It's definitely that we shouldn't waste more time. However, with much contrast, our class doesn't seem to be much more bothered than ever about the importance and urgency needed for the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons seemed more livelier than ever, no doubt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it good to have a lively class that eliminates the boredom during lessons?&lt;/span&gt; Some of you may just ask and ponder. But... they are just too over lively, to the extent that, they are producing noise that is unconstructive and is a total disturbance to those who wants to study and learn. It is as if that they have really understood every single minute thing from the syllabus, be it maths or sciences... Simply, it's the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue is exceptional, I would say since we should just take a lesson's break before we continue our lessons for those who are going to re-take. Of course what Mr Yip said this morning makes total sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Biology, A Maths, Humanities and Chemistry lessons, there would be confirmed some jokers out there creating trouble as if they are the best of the world. But I feel otherwise. I thought that most from 4E4 will choose to pay attention in class accordingly to the different teacher who teaches us (though almost everyone in the school is also like that, what that's not the issue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sense some arrogance and over-estimations when I actually found out that the one making a lot of noise actually scored well for the latest tests. Afterall, Os is round the corner... Sometimes, I would just wish to tell those brats off...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to pay attention in class, must well don't come to school, stay absent for the rest of the year. Or better if you would just skip the chance of taking O levels and rot at home, being the failure in the society...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115573677308563835?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115573677308563835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115573677308563835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115573677308563835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115573677308563835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-dont-know-why.html' title='I just don&apos;t know why...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115528785165553388</id><published>2006-08-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:17:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels Mother Tongue Results- Out!</title><content type='html'>Chinese: 98% passes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malay: 98.7 passes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I did exceptionally well for Mother Tongue paper, I would say, based on my usual grades. Normally I would get C6 or D7, or at most a C5. This time, I got a B4!!! Yeah! So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Shikeen, Assyikin, Hanisah, Ching Hwee, Salleh, Hui Yi, Irene for getting wonderful distinctions! Also, congrats to Lester and Alison!!! =) Oh yea... not forgetting Fiona, Melissa and Jonathan for passing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Yee Meng... did you get a distinction for your oral? If you have a distinction, suggestion is that you better retake. If not, you have to re-consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my long-lost contacted Primary School teacher, he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who got C6-B4, but got distinction for oral, you should re-take your paper 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;Those who got B4-B3, but got merit for oral, re-taking is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Those who got C6, C5, and got merit for oral, re-taking may push you to at most B3.&lt;br /&gt;Those who got A1 and A2, no need to re-take!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So re-consider bahz... that's my teacher's suggestion, but I thought since everyone is given another chance, maybe re-taking may be a better choice for those who didn't score as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115528785165553388?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115528785165553388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115528785165553388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115528785165553388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115528785165553388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-levels-mother-tongue-results-out.html' title='O Levels Mother Tongue Results- Out!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115509362860772137</id><published>2006-08-09T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:20:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meaningless. worthless. not even priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I hope it's not hopeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115509362860772137?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115509362860772137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115509362860772137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115509362860772137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115509362860772137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115501595508639000</id><published>2006-08-08T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:45:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observance Day over...</title><content type='html'>It's finally over. The unit did a great job. But Miss Tay was still shaking her head when I was talking about their drills in the parade with the officers. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at about 6.50am. Was supposed to reach school by 6.45am, but turned out to leave home at 6.45am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... anyway, everything is over, and I have nothing much to talk about in the topics of NPCC. Of course there will be small token of encouragement, as promised, to be given to the cadets in the coming parade, and I think it will be 2 weeks later. Anyway, the unit is not the main thing to worry about now, it's the academic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebrations, sad to say, the cadets were scolded by Miss Tay, for not putting on their best behaviour in front of the school. Oh well... I didn't have the chance to witness the situation, or else I would have been the one shouting in the hall instead of Miss Tay&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (or perhaps with Miss Tay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;... Now the main worry is settled, I can now resume my focus on academic. Chemistry... Die die must be completed by this week! Homeworks arhz? Shitted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;... Another important, unusual happening this morning. I actually dreamt of Kenny Sir... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;... he was talking about the art of motivation in my dreams... So spooky... But thanks to the dream, I managed to wake up as early as possible, at 6.20, even though I was already late. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the worrying squad, Sec 1s, I saw the improvements in marching. At least, co-ordinations were there. Though Hai Qiang is still the main cause of anger... Miss Tay insisted that Hai Qiang should be taken out of the squad, before the parade. But I'm not sure rather, why didn't she do it before the parade. Oh well... Now it's time for me to take an afternoon nap. So tiring running up and down from parade square to canteen, to hall, and here and there, even though the show wasn't meant to be mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Band was the best of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115501595508639000?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115501595508639000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115501595508639000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115501595508639000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115501595508639000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/observance-day-over.html' title='Observance Day over...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115495509005567055</id><published>2006-08-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:51:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting for Observance Day</title><content type='html'>hmm... After a week of trainings, 8th August is just tomorrow... Nothing else could be done, so the teachers can only see the parade tomorrow. Today went through the pronunciations of certain "so-called difficult words" (by Miss Tay) with all the cadets. Oh well... I had some problem pronouncing "democratic" at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the rehearsal for the wet weather, JZ was really cracking jokes with Mr Lathif... Everyone was so serious in the forming-up, only the group of us laughing away at the corridor... lolx... The Principal at first wanted all the cadets to remain standing throughout the concert performances tomorrow after the parade, outside the hall. One common change of the teachers were that, their faces turned totally black as they were angry over the idea of having the cadets standing... After several insisting by Joel, Chai Huat and some other CiCs and flag bearers, Mr Tan in the end changed his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened after the combined rehearsals. Training went on for the unit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the girls were rather unhappy with Ms Ng for cancelling the Physics lessons last minute. No choice... Too bad she's in UG... "We have no other better choices, " said Miss Ng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115495509005567055?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115495509005567055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115495509005567055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115495509005567055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115495509005567055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/awaiting-for-observance-day.html' title='Awaiting for Observance Day'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115469392890978139</id><published>2006-08-04T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:18:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observance Day Rehearsals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I had been offline for a long period of time already... I did not touch the computer for nearly a week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... A lot of things to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lohz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arhz...? &lt;/span&gt;Don't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liaoz&lt;/span&gt;... as bored as usual; as busy as usual&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. haiz&lt;/span&gt;... But things in school are balanced well because I've been helping out in the Rehearsals for the Observance Day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... tracking back... Quite a lot of improvements have been seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today helped out the GOH and was made to be the "GOH" of the rehearsal... So embarrassing standing there... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwah&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... That was the last time I wear my Full U in a parade square, before O Levels. St John's made a remarkable improvement. Though there are still room for improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tay was rather unhappy with the unit today. However, I thought that being in that mood was not enough to indicate to the unit that their drills suck. Standing on the platform thingy, I could see clearly, how "well" had the cadets been doing. 1 word... or rather, two words: Simply Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Ms Tay was so angry with them. Mr Tan shouted too, as well as me of course. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Observance Day will rather be not as good as the previous ones. Because a lot of things were changed by the Principal... Oldie Tan... He made the change for the marching of flags, passing of flags to hoisters, the commanders &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whom are supposed to be shouting commands for the contingent to salute during march pass) &lt;/span&gt;and even how the hoisters march onto the parade and how the flag bearers march out of parade. A lot of people are unhappy with him. The cadets, instructors, teachers... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;... Looks like these 5 years down the road, the parades will continue to be sucky like this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... don't talk about the rehearsals &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liaoz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finished all the therapies... so far so good... although I don't know how it works... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... everything's shitty lately... A lot of homeworks here and there... bwah... And O levels Mother Tongue result is going to be announced in the Mid August... 1-2 weeks later, I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Somehow or rather, I felt that Shikeen is lazy, pretending, non-serious... From the way she reacted to the events, I sensed these attitudes... Maybe those who come into my blog will start ranting that "Vincent is such a sucker....." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etc etc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that, being an SI, or Station Inspector in full, we still have to come down to help out. Since we are given the task to lead, as Station Inspectors, we should always be responsible to lead. Having said to be responsible, I felt that one should abide closely to the rules/regulations/laws/policies set previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the previous CIs, one who is not in Full U is not allowed to give the commands to a squad which comprises of cadets in Full U. This regulation simply states that, if we need to come down and train the cadets, be it the Sec 1s, Sec 2s, Sec 3s, GOH, Colour Party or even the Flag Bearers, we should be in Full U since they are in Full U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, we once told the NCOs that they must be in Full U to give commands to a squad in Full U. And since we'd told them this, shouldn't we be responsible to lead by example, to come down in Full U for the training, or at least in Half U. It is such a pissed off to hear her saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;... nevermind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;... Sec 4 already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;... Stand down already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say nevermind when you have been entrusted the heaviest responsibility- SI?&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that since we had stood down, so we don't have to be in Full U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take is, to set good example to the NCOs. If all cadets have this attitude, I think being in NPCC is a big failure... And also, it is not a reason to say that we have stood down... If you really want to use this as a reason, you must well wash your dirty hands off the unit, and bother least about the situations of any case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, this attitude does say much about her, to me. Simply, she thought that she is forced to come down. Must well return the OC your rank and stop being a hypocrite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First minute saying that she need to train the flag bearers, but not showing the right things at the first second. If you would really want to train the flag bearers, you will always never fail to reach your objectives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikeen's take:&lt;br /&gt;"Ms Tay says no need to come because we are taking Os, so no need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;..." with "I need to train them!" (contradicting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take:&lt;br /&gt;"Ms tay says no need to come because we are taking Os, but I will still at least make it a point to come down to take a look" with "NPCC shares the priority with academic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115469392890978139?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115469392890978139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115469392890978139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115469392890978139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115469392890978139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/08/observance-day-rehearsals.html' title='Observance Day Rehearsals'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115424025833389961</id><published>2006-07-30T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:17:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP is over!</title><content type='html'>Yea!!! Passing out parade is over. Yesterday had the parade at AISS. wahahaha... Threw the beret high and phew... the parade is over... bwah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... that beret of mine was totally shit. Cos I bought a new one, thus not seasoned. then when I wore the b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/biology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/biology.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eret, it was like.. hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... now Sec 4s are officially known as ex-NPCC cadets, SIs still have to go back.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz... On friday while doing the Biology pracitical work in the lab, saw how jialatt the sec 1s marched. lolx... was like, shaking my head... and saw Hanisah outside the parade square with that annoyed face. lolx... oh well... Talking about Bio... I hate the practical... but I love the satisfaction whenever I got the positive answers.. haha... the colour of the experiments are nice too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... the cycling trip just now was as normal as usual, but no frightening experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Red Bull is nice. Just got the taste of it.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115424025833389961?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115424025833389961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115424025833389961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115424025833389961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115424025833389961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/pop-is-over.html' title='POP is over!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115409712155681516</id><published>2006-07-28T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:06:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS UG- Observance Day 2006</title><content type='html'>This year's Observance Day is in charged by SJAB and BB. With NPCC and ncc having the supporting contingent together with our band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tay had requested to send 2 NCOs over to the GOH contingent for helping out. But I thought that they should be more concerned about their squads. Thus, Shikeen and I volunteered to help the SJAB and BB out, for the GOH contingent. For flag party, if I have the chance, I am still going to bring up the issue that we MUST stick to the standards of a proper parade, whereby the contingents, GOH and colour party follow the PC's command.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115409712155681516?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115409712155681516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115409712155681516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115409712155681516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115409712155681516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/css-ug-observance-day-2006.html' title='CSS UG- Observance Day 2006'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115382971526279399</id><published>2006-07-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:15:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School was once interesting...</title><content type='html'>Today's EL was one of the all that was fun, interesting and full of jokes. Of course there were works done, scoldings done by Mrs Lee at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing about Oral- Picture Discussion whereby the class sidetracked and Ian talked about selling condoms... Then there were people adding in funny bits... Sambal Balachan, Wasabi, Chicken Ginseng, Tom Yam flavoured condoms... LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this trainee teacher, Mr Ryan, in the class too.. lolx... I wondered why lessons could be so dirty... with someone who is strict about work.. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. Looking forward to the next funny, lame, interesting yet fruitful lesson in school... but I am not sure, when will this same thing happen again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115382971526279399?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115382971526279399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115382971526279399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115382971526279399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115382971526279399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-was-once-interesting.html' title='School was once interesting...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115374429182836981</id><published>2006-07-24T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:31:31.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone&lt;br /&gt;I get along but your trips always feel so long&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself trying to stay by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Because your voice always helps to not feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call&lt;br /&gt;And when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;so I want you to know it's a little fucked up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These parts of the lyrics of "Where'd You Go" by Fort Minor suits the current me.. oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad headache...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115374429182836981?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115374429182836981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115374429182836981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115374429182836981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115374429182836981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115369566886214650</id><published>2006-07-24T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:48:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip Around Seng Kang</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to grands' place with my family, but we got lost in the networks of LRT lines.. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to my MP3 phone while walking... I wasn't really paying attention to where was I heading too, but simply just followed my family's route. As my parents are both English-idiots, and my sister isn't too familiar with the Singapore's transportation network, we ended up taking the 20 minutes LRT ride rounding the whole of Seng Kang for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame mistake was actually discovered when I came back into reality from my MP3 world. Thinking that a 20 minutes ride was TOO LONG for just reaching to 2 stations away, I looked at the surrounding. Indeed, we took on the wrong train, to the wrong loop of tracks.. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip because they actually stood at the same spot for 20 minutes, circling the loop, by pass Seng Kang LRT-MRT interchange thrice, I think, and we actually alighted during the "fourth visit to the Seng Kang LRT-MRT interchange".. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun trip, indeed. Fortunately, the $30 cake was still as nice as when it was took away from the shop... lolx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115369566886214650?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115369566886214650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115369566886214650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115369566886214650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115369566886214650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-around-seng-kang.html' title='The Trip Around Seng Kang'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115353621006949946</id><published>2006-07-22T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:43:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies Even I am Not Having Fun</title><content type='html'>hmm... the $500 odd worth of therapy is coming to an end soon... 4 more sessions to go... it may seemed fast and expensive... but so far so good... hopefully that uncontrollable feels and thoughts will be away forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so happy without it, for 1 month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... Study study... Have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115353621006949946?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115353621006949946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115353621006949946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115353621006949946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115353621006949946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-flies-even-i-am-not-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies Even I am Not Having Fun'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115334818426277405</id><published>2006-07-20T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:29:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burden of Academic</title><content type='html'>Practicals after Practicals; Revision Papers after another; Essays after Situational Writings; Situational Writings after Comprehensions; Comprehensions after Essays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of homeworks for us to finish each day.&lt;br /&gt;There are pile of revision practices and papers for us to complete each week.&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of tests for us to try on each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we study? Even if we plan out right for the particular slots of days, targets will still be not met. Simply because, 24 hours each day is definitely not enough. Unless we do not sleep, we cannot finish them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics had deposited a priceless quantity of revision papers.&lt;br /&gt;English had left behind many CPCs for us to do, as well as recurrent essay assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can anyone tell us, how the heck can we complete our revision on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even starting early is not a solution to the problem. So what now? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115334818426277405?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115334818426277405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115334818426277405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115334818426277405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115334818426277405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/burden-of-academic.html' title='The Burden of Academic'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115313792650899718</id><published>2006-07-17T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:23:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Tongue Listening Comprehension</title><content type='html'>oh gracious... I don't think I had done well for my Listening Comprehension... I hope I can get a B4 at least... Hopefully I don't have to care about my Mother Tongue again, because it has been settled... but based on the current situation, I doubt so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115313792650899718?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115313792650899718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115313792650899718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115313792650899718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115313792650899718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-tongue-listening-comprehension.html' title='Mother Tongue Listening Comprehension'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115296596880366352</id><published>2006-07-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:21:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrong Approach to NPCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"We will be faithful and always steadfast, Loyal and service that's our aim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess accepting the promotion to Station Inspector was a wrong move for me. Responsibilites become burden as O Levels continue to draw near. With the "2 up-pointing arrows and olive leaves surrounding the crest" upon the shoulder, with the silver crest blended by the yellow background upon the head, there isn't any way to cut affiliations with NPCC now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... To serve with pride, ever looking forward, marching onward all the time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, Canberran NPCC Unit has come so far, with the main guidance from CI Amin, CI Kenny, HO Deng Li, HO Pei Ling when I was just a weak Sec 1 cadet. The pioneer batch of leaders led the unit from a new unit, to Bronze. With new enrolment of CIs - CI Andrew, CI Darren and CI Sufian - the bronze unit continue to strive for better scores... I was then just a cadet, who was struggling, trying to pick himself up, when everyone was doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... Between all races there is no barrier, in NPCC we all join hands..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2005, all the 7 leaders have left the unit, leaving the responsibilities to the NCOs, led by Yee Meng, the chairman of the batch, as well as Hanisah, the vice-chairman. Together, without much helps from experienced ones, we survived the downs, and more downs, with consistent scoldings and reprimandings from the TOs. Then, I was ready to lead, maybe a little too late, I felt. We achieved a Silver, from Bronze, and that was the happiest moment during our NPCC life. Everyone was carrying that delighted face and of course, a definite sense of satisfaction, when we found out that, we actually succeeded in bringing the juniors to higher peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... To stand by Singapore in her endeavours, serving our land all the time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, when I was playing frisbee in the school's parade square, Sebastian Foo approached me and asked me: "Do you about the new CI's arrival?" I was surprised that, Miss Tay actually got help from HQ, to have a new CI in our unit. This is what she said when I verified the news: "Who told you this? It is not even confirmed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... NPCC let's join hands, uphold the law, preserve the peace..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this month, Miss Tay suddenly told Syed, Hanisah, Shikeen and me this: "The new CI is coming down later..." I was like... Phew... Our responsibilities could actually be passed back to a CI... Happy to know that we have gotten help, but still not confirmed by HQ. But Hanisah was opposing to the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... NPCC let's join hands, marching onward all the time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, CI Wei Loon, though not confirmed to be in the Canberran Unit, is coming down when he is free. It's a good thing to hear, as I can don't go often already... Though felt relieved that I can actually spend more time on work, I still, ironically, felt worried for the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s... Drills are getting there... A lot of wonderful improvements... Possible for 3rd Class Drill Badge if they persevere on... Attitude still need to be altered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2s... Pathetic squad... Drills though improved, but are losing to Sec 1s' standards... Not up to standards... Attitude still need to be altered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3s... Still have areas for improvements... Time management is one... Etiquettes not achieved... Plannings? I don't see any agendas or minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4/5s... Old and rusty... "Busy" till only 7-9 of us attended POP Training today... Miss Tay was sort of unhappy to hear it... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we got 2nd for the recent Captain's Ball Competition in YCKSS (claps claps), we still got lots more to achieve... Heard that CSS is coming up with a competition, frisbee if I am not wrong... Good Luck, organisers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I still think that, being a Station Inspector is a wrong choice... for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115296596880366352?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115296596880366352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115296596880366352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115296596880366352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115296596880366352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong-approach-to-npcc.html' title='The Wrong Approach to NPCC'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115274551161734528</id><published>2006-07-13T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:27:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship. A Lie in a Life? Or Brotherhood that Bothers?</title><content type='html'>I received this email from some unknown people, advertising for wikipedia. hmm... And I came across this article on "friends and friendship". Let me quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationship" title="Relationship"&gt;relationship&lt;/a&gt; which involves mutual &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge" title="Knowledge"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esteem" title="Esteem"&gt;esteem&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection" title="Affection"&gt;affection&lt;/a&gt;. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loyalty" title="Loyalty"&gt;loyalty&lt;/a&gt; towards each other, often to the point of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altruism" title="Altruism"&gt;altruism&lt;/a&gt;. Their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taste_%28aesthetics%29" title="Taste (aesthetics)"&gt;tastes&lt;/a&gt; will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutualism" title="Mutualism"&gt;mutually helping&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_behavior" title="Human behavior"&gt;behavior&lt;/a&gt;, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. Yet for many, friendship is nothing more than the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trust" title="Trust"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; that someone or something will not harm them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Value that is found in friendships is often the result of a friend demonstrating on a consistent basis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the tendency to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desire" title="Desire"&gt;desire&lt;/a&gt; what is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-interest" title="Self-interest"&gt;best for each other&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathy" title="Sympathy"&gt;sympathy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empathy" title="Empathy"&gt;empathy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honesty" title="Honesty"&gt;honesty&lt;/a&gt;, perhaps in situations where it may be difficult for others to speak the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truth" title="Truth"&gt;truth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mutual &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Understanding" title="Understanding"&gt;understanding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is often considered that a true friend is capable of deep &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" title="Emotion"&gt;feelings&lt;/a&gt;, which may be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ineffability" title="Ineffability"&gt;unexpressible&lt;/a&gt;, except in times of great trouble, when they come to one's aid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;hmm... Looking at the article above, do you consider yourself/yourselves as a friend/ group of friends, or even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; friend(s)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115274551161734528?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115274551161734528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115274551161734528&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115274551161734528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115274551161734528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendship-lie-in-life-or-brotherhood.html' title='Friendship. A Lie in a Life? Or Brotherhood that Bothers?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115257282470435917</id><published>2006-07-11T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:07:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O水准母语考试</title><content type='html'>华文考试 paper 1 和 2 以及口试, 已经正式完毕... 我只能说成绩应该是相一堆粪... 因为 paper 1 和 2, 跟居老师们说的, 大家做的不是很值得表扬的... 而且, 口试时讲话讲得相有口痴... haiz...不说了...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115257282470435917?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115257282470435917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115257282470435917&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115257282470435917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115257282470435917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/o.html' title='O水准母语考试'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115253683979107648</id><published>2006-07-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:07:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>111 days to O Levels...</title><content type='html'>Looks like the school has started to keep us mentally prepared for O Levels, although it is 100% confirmed that there will be some ungrateful brats who will procrastinate till the last month after the Prelims... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have started studying way back since before Mid- Year Exams for my O Levels, the production rate of work now is relatively low. And, it is still declining... OMG... Most probably it is because of Navy Field... and maybe it is because of TV shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, O Levels is up to me to score the best grades I can get, or for me to flunk them and jolly well re-take next year, or maybe just drop myself out of the educational population of Singapore... bwah... Single digit result for O Levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done. But I am sure that, it is just the beginning... of the decelerating rate of the production of work... and also, it is just the beginning, of the official preparations for O Levels as well as Preliminary Examinations... With all the efforts, I am sure that, getting good grades will never be a dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same for you. Good luck. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115253683979107648?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115253683979107648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115253683979107648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115253683979107648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115253683979107648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/111-days-to-o-levels.html' title='111 days to O Levels...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115242392127244002</id><published>2006-07-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:45:21.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite...</title><content type='html'>don't think that you are always right, fucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel offended, please do some soul-searching, because simply there is a guilt within you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115242392127244002?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115242392127244002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115242392127244002&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115242392127244002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115242392127244002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115191596712132567</id><published>2006-07-03T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:39:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Youth Day...</title><content type='html'>Today's supposed to be Youth Day. I spent this day with horror, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to AMK this morning for the 5th visit... That truth that kills friendship... oh well... thinking of it kills my mood... While cycling back to Sembawang, I almost met up with an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cycling down a slope on the road... Then I came across this T-junction, and since at that moment where I was reaching the junction, the light turned green. So I didn't slow down, thinking that I could continue speeding across the junction. Who knew that this long vehicle weighing tons carrying two bulldozers on it just dashed out of the junction from the right, speeding to the left. bwah.. that was close... almost crashed by it... (not into it) Not sure what was that driver doing then... phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... maybe cycling on the road was a wrong choice in the first place, but that was supposed to be correct for me to speed cross that junction... hmm.. there was no one then, not even ghost, at the deserted junction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody freaked out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115191596712132567?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115191596712132567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115191596712132567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115191596712132567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115191596712132567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-youth-day.html' title='My Youth Day...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115175995740356892</id><published>2006-07-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:19:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks...</title><content type='html'>yeah... Fireworks will be showed every July in North Sembawang area.. And I caught it just now... 9 minutes long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for the preparation for the NDP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115175995740356892?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115175995740356892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115175995740356892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115175995740356892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115175995740356892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115167455921986818</id><published>2006-06-30T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:35:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New CI...</title><content type='html'>Wei Loon... from Orchid Park.. is he trying to come into our unit just because he hates his unit.. or...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... like what Miss Tay said, we should not despise them.. haha... maybe we would get to work together... just one day... and the other CI.. Jeffrey... So familiar... Where did I see him???... And yea, he claims he know me... hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115167455921986818?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115167455921986818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115167455921986818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115167455921986818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115167455921986818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-ci.html' title='New CI...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115162121380629174</id><published>2006-06-30T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:50:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying Notes</title><content type='html'>Anyone who needs Studying Notes for any particular subjects, you can ask from me. But of course, I am not going to give it to you for free. Because simply it is done with efforts by a study group previously. Modifications, by me, of the notes done by others will cost $10-15, depanding on the subject itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since Biology notes was done by me previously, so the pricing will only be $8, no more no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries that you cannot read the notes because of the handwritings. Notes are going to be printed; but not the tables and diagrams. Those who doesn't want to have the notes sold as hardcopy, you will be given a softcopy. Charges are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes that are provided belongs to my study group and I. So please kindly do not duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please don't come here and say that Vincent is trying to earn black money, with efforts from the others. Because I intend to give a commission of 20-40% to those whom their notes are sold.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115162121380629174?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115162121380629174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115162121380629174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115162121380629174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115162121380629174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/studying-notes.html' title='Studying Notes'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115149222497555268</id><published>2006-06-28T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:57:04.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this feeling?</title><content type='html'>It seemed that the wave has turned calm again, but the feeling is no longer there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like panda in Antarctica and polar bear in China... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115149222497555268?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115149222497555268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115149222497555268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115149222497555268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115149222497555268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-this-feeling.html' title='What is this feeling?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115110535352010404</id><published>2006-06-24T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T07:29:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to NPCC...</title><content type='html'>bwah.. today going back to Area 2 in Half U... forever busy with CCA... but this time round is sort of different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we don't get to see our teacher officers.. (or they're going?)... not sure yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... though an SI liaoz... sianz... beret still the same... confirm kena asked by CIs if they are really strict... just hope this 3 hours of training will not be scolding sessions. hmm... Going back for the last time... Maybe I will pass out as an SI... and thinking of not going back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I am still pretty fine with my work, but my parents are saying no.. hmm... we'll see how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115110535352010404?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115110535352010404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115110535352010404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115110535352010404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115110535352010404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-npcc.html' title='Back to NPCC...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115069853819890192</id><published>2006-06-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:28:58.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Meeting... "Still Smooth and not Helpless"</title><content type='html'>Dr Eng says that it's normal to have them frustrated... though she didn't say the reason of why so... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully my money will not be wasted for nothing, and I just hope that everything will be back to normal before september... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115069853819890192?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115069853819890192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115069853819890192&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115069853819890192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115069853819890192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/second-meeting-still-smooth-and-not.html' title='Second Meeting... &quot;Still Smooth and not Helpless&quot;'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115062769765234626</id><published>2006-06-18T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:48:17.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 18th June... My Destress Day</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to go cycling in the morning at 8-10, but mind me, I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still made cycling a must today, and I went out at 4pm just now. Yeap, cycling alone is definitely better than cycling in group of 4, or more. Because I do not need to wait, and the pace I go is on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled from house to Bishan then back to Sembawang again. A close shave at Yishun, almost collided into a bus. But because it rained before that, I was wet, and shirt was covered with mud stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident, my sharp paddle scratched a cab's "butt" when it stopped right in front of me when I was speeding up the road. In order to avoid collision, I dodged and luckily only the paddle touched that cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few times whereby I had to get down my bike, and pushed it through the crowd of pedestrians. Bwah... At Ang Mo Kio and also at Yio Chu Kang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, cycling alone, listening to technos while cycling, is a good idea to forget all problems, for a moment. hmm... But, everything has its pros and cons. Cycling alone is boring... That's why I stopped and took some photos at the pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were taken in Bishan... It was supposed to be 7 photos in total, but I can only manage to keep these 3. The one outside the Police Post was ordered to be deleted by a Corporal inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/ITE%20Bishan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/ITE%20Bishan.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The one beside the Bishan MRT Depot where all the trains that were parking was called to be deleted by the old security guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/SMRT%20Bishan%20Depot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/SMRT%20Bishan%20Depot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The one outside the MOE Centre was also called to be deleted by the security guard who was woken up by my bike's brake's screeching sound... lolx... sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Junction%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Junction%208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The last one is supposed to be the most perfect one... The one of the view of all the buildings from a hill. But damn unluckily, two policemen from a stupid patrolling car said that it is considered a threat to the security of Singapore's Business District.. crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115062769765234626?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115062769765234626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115062769765234626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115062769765234626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115062769765234626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunday-18th-june-my-destress-day_18.html' title='Sunday 18th June... My Destress Day'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115061009700718776</id><published>2006-06-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:54:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sense of Hope</title><content type='html'>yea... Although he doesn't want to help, I found someone else to help me... though it is very expensive... haiz.. there goes my money, and I have to find excuses for that loss of money... bwah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me sometime.. I assure you that, I will be just fine after a few more meet ups. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115061009700718776?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115061009700718776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115061009700718776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115061009700718776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115061009700718776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-sense-of-hope.html' title='New Sense of Hope'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115051443768422918</id><published>2006-06-17T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:27:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since... Forget it...</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep for the almost the whole night yesterday, which brought me to the TV. The moment I reached Channel U, that show irked me. bwah... I thought nothing was better, so I end up watching my bowl of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it the whole night, when I couldn't sleep, whether was it a right thing (or wrong) to have told him about that problem. Yea, in the end, all of the other 3 knew too. I wasn't angry for whom have known this particular problem of mine. But, I was unsure how could I face the truth. "Are they going to mock at me? Will they turn hostile? What if they despise me?" were 3 of my many thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days of talking to him, and the other him, I still could not accept that my friends were wanting to help. Till now, I am not really sure why did I have that feeling towards my friends. In fact, I avoided talking to them in MSN, and truly, I escaped the conversation that day with the two "hims"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night... He and I had a chat, with her joining in later. Yea, in the end, I agreed to talk it out with everyone's presence, so that we could solve the problem together. That was Thursday night... At about 11pm?... That night was the night that I thought that I had hopes for this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning... He turned hostile, and he said this: "I don't want to help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was him who told me that the problem will be solved together. And it was him who said that it is hopeless, and couldn't be helped. I am pretty unsure what made him with this mindset. And I don't know, then, whether I had trusted the right person, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that everything I did was to seek attention, and trying to act cute. I was, then, loss of words. I really do not know why on earth did he say that. I don't know... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second "him" said that no matter what, I would still be his friend. For the first minute, I thought that he was prepared to accept anything. But now, he said that hopes that I wished for don't come to me as I want. And in his blog, yea, I've seen that particular hurtful entry post, though I did not know why did he remove it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Words to those who attempted to help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could just talk it through in a group and solve the problem together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, and I am wanting to. Just that you didn't give me the time to be mentally prepared. The reason for me rejecting all the conversations before Friday was that, not because I am seeking attention, not because I want to hide from the facts that I am like that, not because I don't trust you guys as friends.... But... I am not mentally prepared. And I am afraid that he may just shoot me dead, flat on the computer desk, without words to defend myself from the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me many solutions and I rejected all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not that I don't want to follow your solutions. But I felt that they are really impossible. You may think that I am just a pissed off, and not giving it a try before saying that they are impossible. But in fact, they are really impossible. I am a controlled child and is not having all the freedom I want, like some of you. In the end, my activities in the computer, such as what files did I open, what did I clear, where did I go, are being monitored, by my sister. I can't possibly go to those few that you have linked it in the MSN conversation, while with her in. In addition, my dad saw that conversation with links. He would anticipate what would I be doing next.. And he demanded a shut down of my computer. See? I am not having a lot of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us chatted as in one-to-one, about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I appreciate for what positive words you two had say to push me on. I thought, at first, you two would be the one to pluck me out from that zone. But looks like, the incident is possible, only with me thinking, myself, of how to get out of that zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, you showed your true heart and left me in the lurch. You didn't have the thoughts of help me at first. You are just playing me out of my problem, in other words, mocking at me. Am I right? I am not playing with your patience, but I just needed the time to be mentally prepared. I am not trying to seek attention because I am really wanting to solve that problem, which lasted had for 2 long years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From many incidents that we had gone through together as Team, some were because of me, no doubt. He is always there to wake me up, with harsh words, in fact. Though I am not sure what is the purpose for being like him -- harsh -- but I can assure you that, your words, compared to his in any incident, are far too more hurting and upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking that I am trying to seek attention again, with this post. But I just want my stand in the issue to be clear. I am not sure how are you going to treat me as in the coming days, but if you are really giving up hopes, together with friendship, because you think that it is disgusting, I hope you could respect me for the last time. To keep this away from anyone. It will be only an issue within the 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to online for some time. And I know that, somehow, you will be having private conference about this issue against me. Because backstabbing is common in friendship's issues. But really, if you have something to tell me, the option of replying in this blog is cancelled, as well as in the MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you said, in the end that, you did not want to help. Then my only reply is forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. I had suffered for 2 years back. Another 5 months won't be too bad for me. I am just going to solve problem, by myself, if I have no one to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I hope this issue is kept unclear to the others. Should anyone prompt, please deny the facts, or I may look for you after the day I am burnt. This is not an empty threat or hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115051443768422918?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115051443768422918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115051443768422918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/since-forget-it.html' title='Since... Forget it...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-115043136419799533</id><published>2006-06-16T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:00:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 possibilities I have ruled out:&lt;br /&gt;1. psychological faults&lt;br /&gt;2. normal but paranoid&lt;br /&gt;3. split personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jia says it can't be the third one... And I think so too... Because it is somehow or rather common... I just hope it is the second one... Also, the meter ruled out a small likelihood of 30%... Hopefully it is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have you leaving me in the lurch... Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115043136419799533?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115043136419799533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115043136419799533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115043136419799533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115043136419799533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-115012080870814559</id><published>2006-06-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:00:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet again....</title><content type='html'>Yeap.. Yesterday went back to Serene's chalet because she said that she was bored and wanted us to go back to accompany her.. LOLx... mahjong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to talk much about it because the 2nd time is sort of less fun than the 1st one. Maybe because of the small amount of people. But we have chit chats. And of course, we played pranks on Jon and Lest!!! HAHAHA....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Rui%20Xiang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Rui%20Xiang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RX with his funny expression... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon seemed like he was having a fun time being fingered at his ass... LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Serene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Serene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serene... Thanks for the chalet!!! Sorry, no night mode. Cannot see your face brightly... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jessie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie was like trying to oppose everything that I did this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jon%20%26%20Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jon%20%26%20Jessie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon and Jessie... Are they together?!? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... will blog again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-115012080870814559?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/115012080870814559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=115012080870814559&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115012080870814559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/115012080870814559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/chalet-again.html' title='Chalet again....'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114993860021821068</id><published>2006-06-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:23:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Chalet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;... Just came back home from the chalet. Thanks to Serene, chalet is made possible for us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked-in yesterday, with a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barang-barangs&lt;/span&gt;, and checked-out today, with heavy bags. RX, Jon, YM and I took a cab to Pasir Ris Downtown East yesterday. And we weren't sure about where the country club was. We alighted outside the carpark, and arrived to Costa Sands Resort by foot. Upon arrival, we called Serene to check whether we were at the correct place or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;... We were not correct.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... the country club was just next to the carpark we reached by the taxi... We were so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Serene brought us up to the chalet, we settled the food stuffs into the fridge... And then, straight away, we started playing Naruto. After Naruto, we watched Final Fantasy anime. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;, I agree that it is exciting, expecially the fighting parts, though I don't really quite like A-graded cartoons. After the anime, we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;... Some continued watching anime, some playing PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, we went to set up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ &lt;/span&gt;pits and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuffs&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;confident that I could start up the fire within 15 minutes, with the 2 pits. But, the charcoal failed me... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blahz&lt;/span&gt;... Low quality charcoal from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt;... We also found out that the gauze wire we bought was not big enough... A lot of problems cropped up as we couldn't locate our pit in the first place. Serene went out to buy high quality charcoal, fire starters, lighters, gauze wire, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 6.45pm when everything was ready. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;... We could at least start our BBQ... haha... There were some pictures below showing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ &lt;/span&gt;session. Jon was filming the process of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;, which somehow created a lot of laughters...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 170px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was busy either with barbequing their food, or finding for their food, or maintaining the fire for the two pits.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pit was set up by WJ, Lest and YM. They were somehow slower than me in setting up the pit, but theirs was more successful in the end because the pit that I set up was too small to contain more charcoals in the later part of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ &lt;/span&gt;session.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;... This was set up by RX and I. Look at the fire... So strong, stronger than the other one in the early part. But went dead in the later part....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't manage to eat the satays we ordered... =(&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to eat lots of chicken wings, marinated by YM's mom. Thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was so engrossed in their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ-ing&lt;/span&gt;... Everyone was crowding around "my" pit because it was much more stronger and better.  Somehow or rather, these people went disappeared after some time as some went home, while others went slacking outside of the country club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the session, I took some pictures too. Some are lame; some are funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ &lt;/span&gt;pit eventually became a stove with big fire... Thanks to me.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... I was made to fan out a big big fire, shown above. I used the cover that was supposed to be the cover of the container that contained the chicken wings. Made my muscles aching... till now... Oh well... we dumped all the charcoal into the pit... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this picture carefully... Spot what is Lest doing... He is in the middle of the photograph. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... the others were busy eating, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bbq-ing&lt;/span&gt; food. But what was he doing???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/BBQ7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/BBQ7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satays were believed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;NICE... BUT I don't get the chance to taste it... They finished it before I finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Chang Jin&lt;/span&gt; in the room upstairs... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blahz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Lester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Lester.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lest was trying to make his shorts into mini-shorts.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... He is forever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;disgusting and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non- pai seh&lt;/span&gt;... -.-"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jia%20Qi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jia%20Qi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jia Qi was sitting by the side, doing nothing... He was usually noisy in the chalet, but then he was rather quiet... What happened then?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jon3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon frying scrambled hashbrowns using the fire that I had made. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... looks like a "professional chef" in this picture... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Jon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Jon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;... As known, the cameraman is always with his job. Jon, as usual, was handling the videocam while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ &lt;/span&gt;was ongoing... During the filming, he kept&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suan-ing &lt;/span&gt;me about being "bald"... I was so frustrated then that I took my handphone out to take a picture of him with that foolish face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... I also shoned SOS light signals at the lens of the videocam, which drove YM to be acting angry.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Ridwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Ridwan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who is this... Some freaky people we have in 4E4... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... Ridwan made this face, which amused me, and I requested a picture to be taken with that face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... scary?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Yee%20Meng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Yee%20Meng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our joker, YM... He was advertising about his chicken wings in front of the videocam then. See his propaganda thumbs-up? LOLx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the pits at 10, to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Chang Jin&lt;/span&gt;. And I intended to return to the pits at 11, because I wanted to eat, and help to clear up. But when I left the chalet, just about to reach the stairs, Jon and company came up, saying that all the food had been cleared, as well as the mess... I was like... MY SATAYS!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;, they were having ghost stories sharing session in the balcony and in the bedroom. It scared the girls, causing them to go the toilet in 4s.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLx&lt;/span&gt;... And then, the whole chalet was filled with their screamings and ear-piercing screeches... I was like... Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were beers.. Of course I would not miss it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.... oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;.. look at the mess we created yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Mahjong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Mahjong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls were playing midnight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;, after I retreated from my position after losing $2 in total... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Looks like they had fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM and some others went out for 5km walk, according to Lest. That's why they weren't in the chalet. Jon was the first to collapsed and snore... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... I was the second, I supposed... Before I really fell asleep, I was like doing a prank on Jon... I twisted tissue paper and started tickling Jon's feet... I was rather bored then... Nothing better to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arhz&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha &lt;/span&gt;=X But my pranks were not effective... He was not woken up by the tickling... I thought of going to Cheers to buy whipped cream, so that I could create laughter, with those asleeped ones to be scapegoats, using Jon's idea. But, I didn't have much money left... That's why I decided to drop the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Jon saying something about putting whipped cream on someone's nipple, then call another person to lick it off... I was like... bloody disgusted and turned off... My mood was.. -.-" Oh well... It didn't happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the longest, I think. This morning after the morning preparations such as brushing of teeth, we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahjong &lt;/span&gt;again, as well as Naruto. Haha... Leng Shiew was sort of addicted to the game. For Naruto, we broke the record of playing 100 games in one continuous shot. The evidence is a little unclear, though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/100th%20Battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/100th%20Battle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we cleared up all the mess we made, and we left for our lunch. After our lunch, Catherine and Irene went off their own way, while Lay Jia, Jon, JZ, Lest, Rid, YM, RX and I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt; to wait for the rain to stop, before going to hardcourt to play frisbee, though there was soccer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Lay%20Jia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Lay%20Jia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When we were waiting for the stop of rain, Lay Jia went out of McDonald's to this old man in the middle of the picture, and bought 3 packs of tissue from him, as a form of aiding him.. I was like, "what were they thinking?" though it was definitely righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played frisbee... I slept in the hardcourt and we went home after drizzles tapped us. My family was out, and I didn't have the key to the house. That's why I went to my neighbour's for a shower. I was about to take out my sleeping bag when my sister returned home.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;... I don't need to sleep there.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, there were many unhappiness going up and down in the chalet too... I could see from everyone's faces.. Oh well... I hope this can change, and I am not going to say what happened actually, in order to protect privacy of those "criminals"... I hope they know what I mean if they see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/expo42/Desktop/Vincent%20Chan%20WC/Pictures/Outings/Class%20Chalet/BBQ1.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114993860021821068?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114993860021821068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114993860021821068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114993860021821068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114993860021821068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-chalet_10.html' title='Back from Chalet...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114982523633719756</id><published>2006-06-09T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:53:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet, finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 3.5 long years, we have a class chalet. That's real long manz... But, only 21+ people will turn up. So it is like, not a class chalet... hmm.. oh well.. I hope this chalet's got to be fun... Although some said that it will be bored as there isn't really any activities during the stay there. The most is PS games, Mahjong, eating, chatting and last but not least, homework! Oh well.. we'll see then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114982523633719756?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114982523633719756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114982523633719756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114982523633719756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114982523633719756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-chalet-finally_09.html' title='Class Chalet, finally...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114960031822048885</id><published>2006-06-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:44:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How More Idiotic Could I Be?</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my previous posts just now, after my games. I revisited the comments list that showed that debate over "no one knows me well". Somehow or rather, perhaps, it was Yee Meng's sarcasm that really "punched" (not slap) me so hard that I realised what grave mistakes I had done. Afterall, it was that nonsensical phrase that sparked off that debate, all the sufferings and all the coldness between one another. All in all, I realised that, Yee Meng &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; is correct. I was too insulting. I did not give a thought to anyone that is having the real status of "friend" with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/team%20banana.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/team%20banana.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I did was bringing everything down. I, hereby, apologise to everyone I had insulted  and criticised then. Lester is right too. I didn't really tell the others what problems was I having then, though I stated in this blog, but not in direct. Again, I would like to apologise to Lester for that SMS on 5th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, a feeling of guilt came rushing towards me after reading Yee Meng's comments and rebuttals again. Sorry. I am really sorry. I decided to delete that whole post, as a move to forget about the whole matter. I wished everyone could also let this blow over. I hope we can drop this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn sorry for everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114960031822048885?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114960031822048885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114960031822048885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114960031822048885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114960031822048885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-more-idiotic-could-i-be.html' title='How More Idiotic Could I Be?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114957621730571946</id><published>2006-06-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:44:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Yeap.. Today's my birthday. But this year's birthday is so unusual. I have to attend school lohz... Don't talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday is the most sucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 le... What can I do lehz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114957621730571946?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114957621730571946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114957621730571946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114957621730571946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114957621730571946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114942148261404789</id><published>2006-06-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:44:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it the end of everything?</title><content type='html'>看来情况是糟了一透了... 不知不觉的, 好像有一些人已经向我开了战似的... 我并不知该做什么才是好; 我也不知这堆屎什么时后才会被清理... 难道这就是人人所说的"世界莫日"吗?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114942148261404789?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114942148261404789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114942148261404789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114942148261404789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114942148261404789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-end-of-everything.html' title='Is it the end of everything?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114889462399092642</id><published>2006-05-29T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:23:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>华文的 lame post</title><content type='html'>最害怕的华文 "O" 水准终于完了! 真的是松了一口气... 现在能做的, 也只是在家睡觉; 不然就是在学校上课咯... 真的是有一点 sianz... 总而言之, 就是根本都不懂该做什么才好○&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想一下, 知道同学们当中有一两个写作文写离题时, 我突然有两种心情○ 一, 为他们感到担忧; 二, 为自己感到高兴○ 因为如果真的写离题的话, 那我就有机会拿高一点点的分数了! 哈哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以我毒辣或奸恶, 但这就是陈伟俊○ 哈哈哈...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114889462399092642?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114889462399092642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114889462399092642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114889462399092642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114889462399092642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/lame-post.html' title='华文的 lame post'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114862394111594910</id><published>2006-05-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:12:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. I am already sick and I was made walking around my estate, 511 wet market and 406 estate. Blahz... My brothers are nuisances... They lied. To their teachers and my parents. Fuck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114862394111594910?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114862394111594910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114862394111594910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114862394111594910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114862394111594910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114861576012119517</id><published>2006-05-26T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:56:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Friday...</title><content type='html'>Just awake from my sleep. Finding some food for my lunch... Fever... Headache... Dizzy... And I just cannot stand properly... Missed school today... I doubt I will be attending Chinese Extra Class liaoz... Tonight still having Meet- The- Parents Session... How am I going to be there? Fall on stage. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahz... At home, alone, is damn sianz.. What I can do now, is sleep, eat and sleep... But looks like I am recovering quickly. Just an hour ago, I had to drag myself to the toilet to take a leak. The moment I stand, I fall. That's how weak I was. Now, although my headache is fading off and I don't feel giddy already, I still cannot really stand up and walk properly. Blahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have missed the Bio lesson... new topic... argh... and I don't have the chance to hear Mrs George for the last time. LOLx... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Sounds like I am going to die...]&lt;/span&gt; Oh well... Let me find some food and eat bahz... blog again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114861576012119517?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114861576012119517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114861576012119517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114861576012119517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114861576012119517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-friday.html' title='Bad Friday...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114846671782358186</id><published>2006-05-24T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:31:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting War...</title><content type='html'>This war seems to be forever going on... I cannot stop it... But looks like Russian Red Fleet has changed its course towards North and South Korea.. hmm... I am free from one.. But Imperial Navy is still coming on their way... They have sent 2 airbone regiments into our territory, but our beach defenders have managed to destroy all of them. They are still coming their way, as if warning me that I am going to lose this battle. No worries. I am going for researches to destroy that fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Koreas represent my brothers.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114846671782358186?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114846671782358186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114846671782358186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114846671782358186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114846671782358186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/everlasting-war.html' title='Everlasting War...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114839207238480512</id><published>2006-05-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:47:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuttal of Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html"&gt;Anti- Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very funny... die die must watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114839207238480512?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114839207238480512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114839207238480512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114839207238480512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114839207238480512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/rebuttal-of-da-vinci-code.html' title='Rebuttal of Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114839042764664364</id><published>2006-05-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:20:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War in Motherland...</title><content type='html'>"Japan has recovered, so as Russia. US's doom is here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even atomic bombs cannot help. From the East, we have Russian Red Fleet. From the West, we have Imperial Navy. Artilleries, Cannons, Turrets, Anti- Aircraft Batteries and Mobile Radars have all been deployed along the border. Canada and Mexico do not want to help. We are really doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missile Silos have been armed. Pacific Fleet has been deployed. Alantic Task Force is ready. We are all ready, though, for the losing battle. What else can we do? We need more help... An impossible help from the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114839042764664364?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114839042764664364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114839042764664364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114839042764664364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114839042764664364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/war-in-motherland.html' title='The War in Motherland...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114830305623028637</id><published>2006-05-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:04:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Monday.</title><content type='html'>Today was another boring Monday. Not going to say what really happened in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened had actually happened. No point crying over spilled milk... So I am deciding to let it just float pass me like a passing by cloud... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting Truth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114830305623028637?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114830305623028637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114830305623028637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114830305623028637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114830305623028637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/dead-monday.html' title='Dead Monday.'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114819533563426522</id><published>2006-05-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:08:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Life?</title><content type='html'>Where's the mood for studying..? Where's the mood for playing? Where's the mood of cracking lame jokes?.. Where are they..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting shitty everyday... Even the one whom I go to when I am down seems to be quiet already. Should I just cut this friendship tie? Or should I just preserve it...? Am I suffering from depression? Or am I just being paranoid? I feel like just really ending of this life of mine. Where's my self? Where's the person I have always gone to? I don't know what should I do... Life is getting meaningless. Really meaningless. What is family? What is kinship? I don't find anything valuable for me to remember... Nothing is worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Absolutely nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114819533563426522?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114819533563426522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114819533563426522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114819533563426522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114819533563426522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-life.html' title='What is Life?'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114809195991495758</id><published>2006-05-20T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:25:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Toiletries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Toiletries.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing to do these few days... Also cannot play games... Since I have had nothing to do, I went to take some photos at home.. Quite lame actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. In the toilet, there is a lot of stuffs by the sink. Mouthwashs, deodorants, anticeptic lotions, hair wax, soap, pimple treatment lotions, powder... Looks like I am really so sianz that I go take all these photos.. LOLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Toiletries2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 147px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Toiletries2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... Then, at the shower tap, there is hair tonic, pimple treatment lotion (again), soap, shampoo, brushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Hair%20Tonic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Hair%20Tonic.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the hair tonic thingy is not for me arhz... it is for my dad.. LOLx... He is almost bald.. gees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz... Really really sianz... Nothing to do le.. Later going to Toa Payoh.. Eat and eat only... Not thinking of studying today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIBEI SIANZ ARHZ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114809195991495758?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114809195991495758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114809195991495758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114809195991495758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114809195991495758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/sianzation.html' title='Sianzation...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114804599344147471</id><published>2006-05-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:39:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh.. Changed my URL... Sorry for those who wasn't being informed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Jon's place and had my dinner already. Damn sianz... Mother started nagging at that instant when I stepped into my house. What the f.... I was at jon's house for Chemistry homework, although with some games. But at least, I did my work... But why does she want to control me, until so tightly??? WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forbids me to study outside in McDonald's or KFC... And she doesn't allow me to study at friends' house.... What fucking reason? She never say... She doesn't know what I really need. She thought that my English grades were crap because of studying in a group. But why did I score As for Chem and Bio? Why did I score the highest for Physics? Why did I have the chance to score so high for Maths? WHY??? It is because of study group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, she doesn't know that studying alone is more stressful than in a group, or pair. I told her what I needed, always. But she always has her own defending stands, against my views. She always want to oppose me, and my thinkings. She always is, bias towards me. She always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like running away from home. Thinking not coming back. Maybe leaving without my handphone, so no one can contact me. Maybe with my money, so I can spend my days longer... What should I do? Friends can talk to me and calm me. But they cannot heal those wounds in my heart. They can divert my attention, but they cannot clear my memories... Should I go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114804599344147471?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114804599344147471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114804599344147471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114804599344147471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114804599344147471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114799188761211981</id><published>2006-05-19T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:38:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post War...</title><content type='html'>Results were blunt... I am going to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has started to control my computer, my movements outside school, and handphone. I doubt I will be using them, sooner or later... I cannot study with Team Banana already... She shone a red light... Not even an amble light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Now, I cannot play Warcraft, not even Gunbound. Sianzation&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [quoted from YM]&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Let's see how shitty will my life is going to be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM's not in school for going a week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liaoz&lt;/span&gt;... Team is still depressed. The class, without him, is a little lifeless, as before. Team itself, I guess, is going to heal soon, but going to bear another wound?.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Why is there such things happening? Why cannot people just make the best out of all...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114799188761211981?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114799188761211981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114799188761211981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114799188761211981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114799188761211981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-war.html' title='Post War...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114787047399631603</id><published>2006-05-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:54:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Conflict...</title><content type='html'>Looks like my Motherland is fighting fierce battles in the battlefields while there is great protest coming from the opposition party from the parliament.. LOLx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a fight with my mom.. Can't stand her nagging... Shitted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114787047399631603?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114787047399631603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114787047399631603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114787047399631603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114787047399631603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/internal-conflict.html' title='Internal Conflict...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114775567178238470</id><published>2006-05-16T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:30:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog for Me...</title><content type='html'>For now on. This "Lonely Me" will be a blog purely for my life. Family. Love. Friends. Enemies. Games. &lt;s&gt;Academic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my academic, go to "&lt;a href="http://www.academicofcwc.blogspot.com"&gt;My Aces&lt;/a&gt;". And all my academic things will be posted there, not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. Good Luck in your studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114775567178238470?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114775567178238470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114775567178238470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114775567178238470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114775567178238470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog-for-me.html' title='New Blog for Me...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481724.post-114774580757555512</id><published>2006-05-16T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:16:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!!</title><content type='html'>shit... I barely used my phone for not more than 2 weeks and it starts to bear scratches already!!! No.. I must not allow more scatches... Somemore it is white in colour.. so Obvious lohz.. kaoz... The orange part also damn ugly liaoz.. shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... just returned home from jogging with YM... Kena ps by Nad and Alison...-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Runway clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have to wait for a little more time before I can go to Jon's house... Shit... My mother found out my results liaoz... But yet to be skinned by her... Looks like I cannot use this computer for a long time until Os is over... Studying also cannot go out liaoz... Then I will be trapped at home! Studying alone is going to drive me nuts!!! Fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114774580757555512?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114774580757555512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114774580757555512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114774580757555512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114774580757555512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!!'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114768995816041068</id><published>2006-05-15T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:39:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir, We have just Received the Report on Casualties...</title><content type='html'>alright... The "casualties list" is submitted back now... Report is damn bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:                47.8% D7&lt;br /&gt;E Maths:              90.8% A1&lt;br /&gt;A Maths: 61.4% B4&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue: unknown C6&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 65.8% B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry:             72.5% A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology:                    69.8% B3&lt;br /&gt;Humanities:          not known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the atomic bomb did not successfully end the war this time... What now? The Soviets are marching towards the frontline and we have the... Imperial Guards arming their defences and deploying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamikaze &lt;/span&gt;pilots against all important sites of our Motherland! We cannot afford to lose this battle against the Axis and the Soviets... Holy shit... We do not have much time to arm ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone send me reinforcements?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114768995816041068?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114768995816041068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114768995816041068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114768995816041068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114768995816041068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/sir-we-have-just-received-report-on.html' title='Sir, We have just Received the Report on Casualties...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114764592948626409</id><published>2006-05-15T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:34:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Period Begins</title><content type='html'>Now the "war" has blown over, it marked a new period of life in Sec 4 life. We are marching nearer and nearer to the "Moscow, capital of Russia" as we carry on with our life. Right now, you may not be able to get my message clearly. But once the time is here, you will know what am I trying to say. History students should know the timeline... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;.. back to the topic. As the new period of life begins, my blog's template is also changed. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(duhz... everyone can see...-.-") &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... Now comes our results scripts, or I would say the list of "casaulties from the previous war". This week should be checking of papers and marks.. Next week should be normal lesson, in preparation for the upcoming "war" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or exam)&lt;/span&gt;. 14 days from now, will be our Mother Tongue O Levels Paper 1, 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! Time flies!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the combat training begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114764592948626409?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114764592948626409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114764592948626409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114764592948626409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114764592948626409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-period-begins.html' title='A New Period Begins'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114750706519642819</id><published>2006-05-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:54:02.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo.... Returned from Lester's House...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Lester's place to stay overnight, for games and pure gaming... Exam mood auto- switched off liaoz... Now we are turning to games.. Wahahaha... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Nice%20Splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Nice%20Splash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before to Lester's place, we went to Jon's. For frisbee, cycling... Because it was raining then, my shirt was wet at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... Returned home this afternoon... Now still tired... Just woke up from a short nap... Unable to sleep... The construction site nearby is too noisy!!! blahz.... Oh! I get to touch the PS controller for more than once within an hour! That's a record for me!! hmm..  Am I getting addicted to Naruto? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my mother that she going to buy PS portable soon... hmm... or is it PS3?? not sure about her lah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Chan%27s%20Famous-%20for%20Porridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Chan%27s%20Famous-%20for%20Porridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;z... I am also not really interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my dinner... Nice porridge which I have been eating for these past 15-going-16 years... Look at that... Wa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... Now I got my new phone, I kept using it for songs, and photo taking. lolx.. not sure why, but Jon and YM kept saying me abusing my handphone. LOLx... if I bought it and don't use its functions, must well don't buy right? anyway, different people have different thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Post%20Exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 147px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Post%20Exams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are reallly over lahz.. Everyone is so sianz.. Even I don't have the mood to even look at the books. The only book I will look at now is the storybook that YM's brother lent me. I am yet to return it. Seeing this picture on the right, you may get the gist of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... don't blog liaoz... I go play gunbound le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reply to "Nameless" in my tagboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my eyes, you are just another coward who dares to criticise some organisation or people but does not dare to reveal your own identity. I have nothing to say to you, but my advice to you is, stop wasting your own bloody time of yours and just jump from the rooftop of Raffles Hotel and you can spend your time wisely. And also, FUCK your mother and may God and Buddha bless you an ass-less, cock-less and vagina-less child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114750706519642819?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114750706519642819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114750706519642819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114750706519642819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114750706519642819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/oooo-returned-from-lesters-house.html' title='Oooo.... Returned from Lester&apos;s House...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114736669222423568</id><published>2006-05-12T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:24:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Just came back hom from the dinner trip to Sakura Toa Payoh and to Esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;From 4.45pm to 11.30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended to meet up at 4.30pm sharp. But I realised that I was late, by 5 minutes. However, the girls were worse than me.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. The first thing I realised from the boys that everyone of us was wearing white except Rid, black. Irene and Nad wore pink and Alison, black too. Then they started th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Bills.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Bills.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e joke of what PAP party with the oppositions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;... We reached Toa Payoh 45 minutes earlier than required. So we took a pit stop at KFC, till 5.55pm, before heading to Sakura. I was the one paying the bills, with first thoughts of paying through nets first, then collect the money from them. However, to my surprise, it was denied because of the exceeding of the deposit balance limits. I was damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pai seh&lt;/span&gt; at the counter, walking to Team Banana to ask for their money first... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blahz&lt;/span&gt;... Anyway, the bill was $234.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Before.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Before.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bill was settled, I went to take a seat. Within 10 seconds, everyone started moving to take their own food. Me, of course, aimed for the beef steak first, with sushi second. Everyone was taking different food, so that we could share among the 9 of us. There were meat, steak, sushi, salmon, shark's fin soup, mushroom soup, pasta, fried prawn, siew mai, pineapple rice, "oyster-like creature", drinks... And I think there were some more... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;... Look at the picture on the right... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oops! Lester's face&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/During%20the%20Process.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/During%20the%20Process.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is blocked, just nice, by the table tag) &lt;/span&gt;And yeah, that's my beef steak in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;.. After all food are placed in positions, the dinner started. With 2 groups competing who would eat the most.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (RX, Lest, Jon and Irene &amp; Rid, YM, Nad, Alison and me)&lt;/span&gt; Of course, with YM and me around, we would definitely win! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... I am not going to say who's the winner, because there wasn't any fair competition at all. Food were being passed from one to another. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;... There are some photos that show the process of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See YM with his serious face in cutting his chicken steak? haha... Rid is still joking around. Jon is happily eating and RX? What w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/During%20the%20Process2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/During%20the%20Process2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as he trying to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these 4 Bananas?? They were so damn distracted by the funny convers&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/During%20the%20Process3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/During%20the%20Process3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ation and they did not try to eat... Oh well... At least they are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last half an hour, everyone was getting full. I could sense the tension in my stomach already then. Everyone was purely drinking, and slowly eating... and chit-chatting. No one's engine was accelerating.. except&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/%245%20for%20100g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/%245%20for%20100g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... YM of course! He was still struggling with his mushroom soup and pas&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Before%20%26%20After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Before%20%26%20After.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta and the chicken he took. haha.. Serve you right! This teaches you a lesson that, in a buffet, if you don't think you can finish or like the food, take just a little will do...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... look at the pic on the left, did you see a plate with a lot of chicken? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;... YM took a lot of it, and cannot finish.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;... he was struggling real hard to finish them up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... I don't even want to help him finish them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt;... Then somehow, this waiter in the restaurant suddenly put the tag &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in the picture on the upper right)&lt;/span&gt; on our tables, like warning us about wastage of food.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Ice%20Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Ice%20Cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ice cream &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(although same as those outside)&lt;/span&gt; is damn cooling and nice. I love it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our di&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Esplanade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nner, we went straight to Esplanade. I am not really sure for what purpose we were there for, but the sceneries there are absolutely scenic. And there was this performance by primary school girls on "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gu Zhen&lt;/span&gt;" or the Chinese styled piano. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;... no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;... They had this perfomance which they play the theme song for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Chang Jin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/City%20Hall2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/City%20Hall2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yea&lt;/span&gt;.. we went to the rooftop of the Esplanade. I took some pictures. Although there's little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur-ish&lt;/span&gt;, but I can say that the scenes were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, I have a picture, specially posted up, just for you, Lester!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/No%20Smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/No%20Smoking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't blame me, I was just joking!...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/1600/Burst%20Straws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/913/1312/320/Burst%20Straws.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Sembawang at about 10.30pm and then gathered at McDonald's with Irene going back home. We had a supper, and they were are taking a lot of straws from the boxes, and trying to make those "pop" sounds by hitting the folded straws. They took quite a lot. And the staff was looking at them.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Overall, it was another nice dinner. The second one Team Banana came out, previously was at Seoul Garden. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. hopefully after we graduated, we can still come out like before... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;.. oh well.. let's hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to say, Lester was the only one with dull mood... Not sure why, but high chance should be fallen out of love... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;.. just joking... [CENSORED]&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cheeesh.. I am now damn dead)&lt;/span&gt;...  relax buddy, you still have a long way to go, so decide your choice, slowly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114736669222423568?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114736669222423568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114736669222423568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114736669222423568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114736669222423568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-aftermath.html' title='After the Aftermath'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114733464832566829</id><published>2006-05-11T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:08:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Sighted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just 3 hours ago, Enola Gay successfully dropped the 'fat man' onto the Japanese city of Nagasaki. The Japanese Emperor had made a move on the millitary force from Asia and Pacific to be drawn back to the capital of the country of the 'fallen sun'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is what all other 39 "nations" hear over their broadcasters after the "war"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, my blog entries have been like going for war... haha... too bad, that's Vincent, the TimBe`, me, and how I behave... Time-check, 4pm sharp. Got to go soon... Meeting Team Banana and Rui Xiang at 4.30 for dinner in Toa Payoh. Hope today's trip is a wonderful one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! EXAMS' OVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114733464832566829?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114733464832566829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114733464832566829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114733464832566829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114733464832566829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/target-sighted.html' title='Target Sighted'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114730147893535670</id><published>2006-05-11T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:55:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the incident of Alison's and Exams...</title><content type='html'>hmm... Yesterday, after I logged offline and shut down my PC, I was reflecting on what I've told YM and Alison in &lt;a href="http://deadskull.blogspot.com"&gt;YM's blog&lt;/a&gt;... Although my words seemed contradicting to my actions now, it still really I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the priority of things/ events in my life... (Most important is on top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Work&lt;br /&gt;Friendship&lt;br /&gt;NPCC and Blogging&lt;br /&gt;My Assets (inclusive of house, handphone, PC, money, IC, books)&lt;br /&gt;Games (inclusive of DotA, A&amp;amp;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[special thanks to Jon]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;BG Relationship&lt;br /&gt;Enemy-ship&lt;br /&gt;My Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... That's about it... Time now is 6.48am... time to got! And hope everyone do well for today's papers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114730147893535670?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114730147893535670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114730147893535670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114730147893535670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114730147893535670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-incident-of-alisons-and-exams.html' title='After the incident of Alison&apos;s and Exams...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114726993508245775</id><published>2006-05-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:05:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th May 2006- The Day Which the war Ends</title><content type='html'>Alright... Tomorrow is the last day, today's Physics Paper 2 and A Maths Paper 1 were both killers, although I know how well I faired for my Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is the last day liaoz... Chemistry Paper 2 and A Maths Paper 2 are the last two. Oh well, like how the Americans ended the WW2 with the atomic bombs; We will end this "war" with our best weapons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas, for our Motherland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114726993508245775?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114726993508245775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114726993508245775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114726993508245775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114726993508245775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/11th-may-2006-day-which-war-ends.html' title='11th May 2006- The Day Which the war Ends'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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-14481724.post-114716684637775537</id><published>2006-05-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:27:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 3 Camps to go; 2 more bases...</title><content type='html'>Today finished Biology Papers - the most killer paper - as well as officially completed Chinese Papers. Biology was damn hard lahz... And I studied a lot of unnecessary things... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sianz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow doing A Maths Paper 1 and Physics Paper 2. Hopefully can do well for my Physics...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father bought me a NEW PHONE!!! W800i, now I can have photo-taking during times when I want. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aie Commander!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14481724-114716684637775537?l=lifeofcwc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/feeds/114716684637775537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14481724&amp;postID=114716684637775537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114716684637775537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14481724/posts/default/114716684637775537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofcwc.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-3-camps-to-go-2-more-bases.html' title='Another 3 Camps to go; 2 more bases...'/><author><name>vincentimbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00344610342169727603</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>
