<?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-25472210</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:44:32.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zihao's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-7271672383430453883</id><published>2008-04-12T12:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:58:42.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back In Singapore</title><content type='html'>My time spent in Thailand over the past 2 months was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have met many people. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188208291289607874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA3898NrsI/AAAAAAAAABM/GXu8X-yHAdk/s200/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had tons of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188209051498819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA4pN8NrtI/AAAAAAAAABU/iLr0hWY9ZvQ/s200/DSCF1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even at the beach.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188209871837572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA5Y98NruI/AAAAAAAAABc/dFFQb9LBtkY/s200/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was able to present my results to the company.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188211310651617010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA6st8NrvI/AAAAAAAAABk/zP54pdA0FI0/s200/DSC_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times, we know that good things do not last forever.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188213209027161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA8bN8NrwI/AAAAAAAAABs/iRScATjQMzw/s200/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Singapore now. I miss everyone in BIOTEC, especially the staff of the Fermentation and Biochemical Engineering Laboratory. Things are really different now, but life still goes on. I want to end this post by thanking everyone whom I have met in Thailand, acquaintances and friends, for it was them who made everything memorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-7271672383430453883?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7271672383430453883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=7271672383430453883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/7271672383430453883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/7271672383430453883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back-in-singapore.html' title='I&apos;m Back In Singapore'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/SAA3898NrsI/AAAAAAAAABM/GXu8X-yHAdk/s72-c/DSC_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-3261913124902677670</id><published>2008-03-04T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:17:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A Post Since A Very Long Time</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been updating. Since my previous update, quite some things have changed. Some for the bad, but some for the better. Having my attachment at BIOTEC was a very new experience. The feeling of independent living was something new to adapt to. Nobody to do the daily housework, no family to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zihao have you eaten lunch, want me to buy?" - Mom&lt;br /&gt;"Zihao clean your table. Zihao clear your clothes." -Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I even missed the nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of an unexpected event I returned to Singapore last Tuesday. Shall not reveal on my blog, but if you're a good friend you would know. This event, made me realise the importance of my family, and made me realise how painful it is to lose a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my stay in Singapore, I tried hard to get closer to my parents. Also, I tried to give more support to my Mom. I tried to spend more time to understand my Dad and accompany him. I find that in this short period of time, I have become more attached to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing that's holding me back, making me slightly reluctant to return to Thailand. I'm worried about home actually. Worried about Mom, worried about Dad's health. But I'm sure they'll be fine. Sad to say, but my presence will not always make a difference. I will continue OITP with a strong heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes I still think of her. But when I remember the fact that she has been released from her suffering, the misery is lifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-3261913124902677670?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3261913124902677670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=3261913124902677670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3261913124902677670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3261913124902677670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-post-since-very-long-time.html' title='Finally, A Post Since A Very Long Time'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-485771830874163355</id><published>2007-10-27T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:24:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 October 2007</title><content type='html'>Finally it's time for a one week break, actually not really a break. This will probably be the most busy e-learning week I'll have in SP so far. My grades haven't really been that good, time to &lt;strong&gt;stop wasting time&lt;/strong&gt; on meaningless activities and study more diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OITP and the Overseas CIP to India have really been bugging me alot. I really want to go overseas this time, I'm still waiting for some lecturers to reply my email with more information about the other placements that do not have a description. I don't want to be doing something that I'm not interested in for 2 months overseas. But that's not all, I don't even know if I'll be able to work overseas. Afterall, my grades and achievements are not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the India thing, I'm also not sure if I'll be able to go for it. It's from the 14-29 December, but during that time I should be attending her Wedding Dinner. So I'm in quite a fix, I don't know what's right to do. I want to go to India because I think it's a rather enriching experience, and I've never done CIP overseas before. Very new experience, really don't wanna miss it. And my girlfriend is going to India too, if i can't go, I'll have to celebrate my birthday by myself.. =( But my sister's wedding is important too. It's the event of her lifetime and I really want to be able to make it. I can't miss this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway school life has changed quite abit. The way things go are pretty different now, but I'm not angry. Change is a the only constant thing in life, and I will change such that I will not lose out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this fog of distrust, maybe you all don't feel it, but I do, and I realise that I'm back to my old self, it's not so easy to trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have a girlfriend, I can trust her with everything. Even though things change, I know I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-485771830874163355?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/485771830874163355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=485771830874163355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/485771830874163355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/485771830874163355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/27-october-2007.html' title='27 October 2007'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-5054419435311753540</id><published>2007-09-14T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:26:10.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have been tagged together!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged a few weeks back by ZheeSheen, was tagged as ShiLing/Zihao so I decided let ShiLing do the first half! She already done her part a few weeks back and I'm quite guilty cos' I haven't done my part. So here goes..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. let me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. new nokia hp (hven thought of any model yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. latest MP3 / IPOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 ferris wheel ride with ~you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An oven? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&gt;&gt; sheen sheen! ^v^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; one of my besties in class!! also my beloved lao gong/lao po ( whoever wear skirt that day will be lao po, haha!!! but we are straight k.. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sweet, caring &amp;amp; helpful, smart, humourous &amp;amp; lame at times (wahaha!) and friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i think will be explaining patiently the stuff i don't understand in lectures even though when i don't get it the first time, and many other stuffs.. Thanks alot!! ^v*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; those advices she gave me when i told her my troubles ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ermm.. this qns is abit weird.. never thought of that before.. but well, i will shower her with all my love, care for her and be there for her always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hmm.. i'm alright with her now, nothing much to improve though.. but well, if must write something, i guess i would like her to tell me her troubles so that we can solve it together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; haha, that thought has never cross my mind! how can?! hmm.. i think i will just leave her alone as i believe in retribution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; err...... i don't know.. backstab or betrayed me?? but i believe that will not happen la! cant imagine such things will happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; erm.. i guess is i hope that her parents will approve her relationship &amp;amp; he wil recover soon.. though i cant help much but thats wat i hope for her currently.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; she has been a great friend to me, as well as zihao! she will help you with all her best when you need help and will console and give you advice when you are feeling down.. oh ya! she can sure imitate ah seng, mr whey, dr E etc, very well!! i will always be laughing like hell whenever she does such things!! hahaha!! will i have more of this imitate-teacher-thing this sem? haiz.. still sad about splitting class thing.. but our friendship stil remains k! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok Zihao now. I think the people around me (my classmates, DBT) live in constant fear of my unstable temper and irratic behaviour. Well as for my buddies I think they have fun around me. Despite my badass attitude to the people around me, I hope people don't have a misunderstanding that I very mean to ShiLing ok? In fact, I am so nice to her that you will start to believe that I am a really weird person with very different sides. So you want me to be nice to you? &lt;/p&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I duno, actually. I don't really know what's good of my personality. I don't smoke, I don't drink, don't gamble. Perhaps this is my best traits. Just a thought, I find that I am quite capable of influencing the people around me, perhaps I am a natural leader! &lt;/p&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I hate huh. I don't really like the fact that I don't tolerate bad table manners *nudge* Okay actually I find that I always like to be in control of the events and situations that happen around me. When things do not go the way I want it to go, I tend to lose it and people around me start to avoid me. Am I really that scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most ideal person? I want to be someone with confidence, awesome talents, and versatility. I have a few people in mind, but I don't really feel like sharing it.&lt;/p&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say... Thanks for the care and concern. Always feel free to talk to me when you're in need of someone to talk to, I will make time for you and I will not abandon you in your moments of need. &lt;/p&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andi&lt;br /&gt;2. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;3. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;4. Chelsea (I know you've done it, just join the list alright?)&lt;br /&gt;5. YanMing&lt;br /&gt;6. Cass&lt;br /&gt;7. Qing Rui&lt;br /&gt;8. John Goh&lt;br /&gt;9. John Goh&lt;br /&gt;10. John Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I picked 10 people!! Time to answer some questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Cass has a boyfriend called Dale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Male, definitely. Perhaps he can be a male ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;No, it's quite horrible, I'm not too accepting with gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout no.8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;More gays -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Err, some engineering course, i think. Sorry Alicia, your course name is really very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't chat with Michelle for a really long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;John likes quite a broad range of music. As long as the rhythm and tune appeals to him then he'll probably like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 has any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;I think Andi has a sister and a brother? I can't really remember. I think he has quite a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. No, I'm already attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;This is quite irritating, I'm not gay as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nickname of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;John is usually just John. You don't give people with short names nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;I think Chelsea likes to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;YanMing and John do not know each other. Even if they do, I don't think they'll be close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Polytechnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;Andi huh. I haven't talked with Andi for quite awhile already. For a few times he stayed over at my place then we watched movies and ate pizza at the same time. Played some games. Basically had fun. Quite a nice guy, but sometimes abit blunt with words. But I'm ok with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;John lives at Bedok South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is really hard. Pink? Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Andi and YanMing do not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.7 likes no.2?&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, I started talking with her in Sec3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Andi likes animals much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..!!! Just joking xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not sure if I was supposed to copy down the questions regarding the friends. Anyways I'm done with the post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to the people that are tagged. Go ahead and don't continue it. Nobody continues my tags, it always happens. Go ahead and laugh at me because nobody likes to continue my tag. Piece of shits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-5054419435311753540?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5054419435311753540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=5054419435311753540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5054419435311753540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5054419435311753540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-have-been-tagged-together.html' title='We have been tagged together!!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-8165128061696355592</id><published>2007-08-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:55:25.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been blogging for really long. Upon looking at me link in other people's blog, you must be like "Ohhh, not updated, don't waste time". But fret not, an update is here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quite alot of things happened since the last time I blogged, really. But if I'm going to blog it all, you'd probably start to fear alphabets! So, I shall just whine about the down-side of recent life. Sad....? Too bad then. 1 person complaining is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad's health has been improving, the past 3 weeks wasn't so great for him. His health took a downturn 2-3 weeks ago. Came down with a fever that lasted for 4 days... Hey wait, if you're going to tell me "fever is normal...!", then I will shove my foot down your throat the moment you open your mouth. Initially we were afraid that he caught dengue fever, the East is quite a hotspot, which also meant that the family was at a risk. Fortunately it was something else. On a Friday my Dad told me he had urinary retention, urinary problems alright? So I got quite worried and advised him to see the GP again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad came back with some potassium citrate, some medication that should help. But it really wasn't getting any better, so the next day we brought him to TTSH. Dad was diagnosed of urinary tract infection, which accounts for the fever, and prostate gland hyperplasia. Ohmygoodness. Not bragging, but i knew what was going on, and I feared it might turn for the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few days under medication, Dad felt better. But Mom won't let him play pickleball, but he wanted some exercise. Like always Dad came to me "Zihao you think i should play? Later at some very &lt;em&gt;sian..&lt;/em&gt;" So he succeeded in gaining my sympathy... So he played on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Dad plays twice a week, Mondays and Fridays. On Friday I was taking a shower at 7+pm. When he was asking if I was taking a shower, I realised he came home. "Zihao, Dad got injured..." so I started panicking and washed up. As I opened the toilet door I saw my bloody Dad, yes literally bloody. AND A SWOLLEN CHEEK &lt;strong&gt;AS BIG AS A LYCHEE&lt;/strong&gt;.!!! Yeah, a lychee, I... couldn't think of a better word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I immediately freaked out, who wouldn't? Dad got a cut above his eye, his eyelid actually. It was bleeding quite badly. See? This explains the bloody Dad huh. Following his instructions, I ran off to boil 2 eggs for the swelling and some antiseptic. So what happened was, as Dad was stretching, as usual, to save &lt;em&gt;his ball&lt;/em&gt;, somehow his leg gave way and he fell, and his spectacles broke and cut into his eyelid. Afterwards, his friends came to help him to wipe off the blood and asked him to go downstairs of the CC. But why couldn't they go downstairs and grab a First-Aid Kit? Strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say, Dad's pretty cool at times. After he wiped off the dripping blood. &lt;strong&gt;He cycled home.&lt;/strong&gt; What the.. He's injured, and he cycled home?? He refused to go to the hospital, but I managed to persuade him the next morning. So we went to CGH. In just 2 weeks, we went to the hospital twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad's fine now, but I'm not. When he's bored at home, he sits in front of the laptop editing his pictures. I understand the older generation have a problem using computers, I try to help him patiently. But things get worse when he asks "Zihao you to learn how to take pictures of fireworks with my camera?" Yes, Dad's into photography, but unfortunately I'm not. Sometimes when he's figuring out how to use his camera functions, he'll ask me for help. "Zihao, why the camera bulb...." I don't understand a single word of what he said later. His Canon 350D's bulb &lt;em&gt;chickendonkeyhorseshoerabbittable..&lt;/em&gt;. Damn! I don't understand anything! See, that's why too much knowledge is bad! Not to the knowledgable person, but the people around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, talk about knowledge, I need to study. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-8165128061696355592?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8165128061696355592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=8165128061696355592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8165128061696355592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8165128061696355592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/10th-august-2007.html' title='10th August 2007'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-8298149083148636501</id><published>2007-04-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:31:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noo.. Been tagged..</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell, Chels told me on msn that I've been tagged. So, for those people who've been bored with my blog. Here's something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules:Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 wierd things abt themselves. Pple who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 wierd things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, u need to choose 6 pple to be tagged and list their names.After u do that, leave them each a comment letting them know u tagged them and to read ur blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. 6 weird things. Gonna have to crack my skull. I'm really not weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gonna remove half the moles on my face when I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't swallow pills, I chew on panadol. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think people with hairy asses are abit weird.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't sleep during boring classes. I just can't fall asleep. I think this is quite weird, it's like not being able to sleep when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't check out other hotties as much as guys usually do. Andi once said I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;6. Come on, there's really nothing else. Oh here's something weird. I don't know who I'm gonna tag after I finish this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tag :&lt;br /&gt;JohnGoh&lt;br /&gt;Cass&lt;br /&gt;QingRui&lt;br /&gt;Andi&lt;br /&gt;Errr...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-8298149083148636501?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8298149083148636501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=8298149083148636501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8298149083148636501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8298149083148636501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/noo-been-tagged.html' title='Noo.. Been tagged..'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-2507885316056152610</id><published>2007-04-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:00:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up a different person. Last night seemed more like a dream. But now, I'm sure I don't live a life alone anymore. Not with an angel beside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-2507885316056152610?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2507885316056152610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=2507885316056152610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/2507885316056152610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/2507885316056152610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-6546311968974288869</id><published>2007-03-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:23:58.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless forever.</title><content type='html'>I'm only left with 1 month before school starts again. Till now I still have not been able to get a decent job.  Nobody wants to hire anyone for just 1month now. So I'm freakin screwed. I'm broke, with reduced pocket money. I rot at home 4 times a week. I squander away my parents money. This pretty much sums up to me being a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I'm still frustrated at people who had help in finding a good job, and come telling me "Hey finding a job not that tough la". WELL, F*CK YOU. You had someone to help you look around. Two heads are better than one yea? Trying to lay off profanities, but still can't help it. But at least i censored off an alphabet. So who knows? It may be Fock you? Fick you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the holidays are ending, and I'm jobless, perhaps I should divert my attention somewhere else, and make my holidays more meaningful. Don't know what I'll do. But wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-6546311968974288869?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6546311968974288869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=6546311968974288869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/6546311968974288869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/6546311968974288869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/jobless-forever.html' title='Jobless forever.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-8530549963202788735</id><published>2007-03-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:45:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh Am I Stupid...?</title><content type='html'>Gyu-Kaku just called me asking if I want the job as a waiter. Gyu-Kaku pays $5 per hour(more in the future) and located around Clark Quay. I turned down the job because of the distance. Somehow I'm feeling like a dumbfuck. Oh damn it, did I make the right choice...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-8530549963202788735?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8530549963202788735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=8530549963202788735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8530549963202788735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/8530549963202788735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/argh-am-i-stupid.html' title='Argh Am I Stupid...?'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-3668776946646098737</id><published>2007-02-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:23:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood.</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in a rather bad mood. It'll be over soon. But at least I'm gonna blog out my frustrations and not leave my blog dead. Have been trying to find a job these few days, but unable to do so bcos of other stuff which are also important. Yes, I'm still jobless, tell me about it, laugh at me. So freakin' hard to just get a job that pays $5 and above. And yes, being jobless gives the same amount of stress as school, which is probably why I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now for the small list of things that make me frustrated, but &lt;strong&gt;only at the moment&lt;/strong&gt;. They are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have jobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are currently jobless, but have 'lobang'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are currently jobless, but have people to help them ask around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are jobless, because they don't want to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who I hate, and have a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have jobs, and tell me about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have jobs, and get paid $5.50 and above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In fact, everyone with or without a job somehow frustrates me! Ok let's move on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who do not have pimples.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have pimples, and their pimple cream works for them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are not sure what time they are free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who put off appointments on the day itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who try to act nice by taking the initiative to postpone the appointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to get the song I want to listen to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who are indirect. Yes you John, just suddenly thought of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to play pool when I want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, quite a long list. Still not feeling any better. Maybe I'll feel better later, but definitely not now. People who are in the list, do not be offended, bcos you merely frustrated me for a moment. If you are still offended, come spam my tagboard you loser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-3668776946646098737?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3668776946646098737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=3668776946646098737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3668776946646098737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3668776946646098737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-mood.html' title='Bad Mood.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-127681570301242913</id><published>2007-02-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:11:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress still doesn't go away after the exams.</title><content type='html'>Damn. Even though exams have ended, still have to find a job, which i haven't found yet. Not that I'm picky, but almost everything in shopping centres offer a $4.50 pay. Pathetic...! Can't I just find a waiter job in Tampines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think of doing office work, but people usually want people that have experience in using Excel, &lt;em&gt;oh great, &lt;/em&gt;I can't use Excel! So probably the only jobs I can do are in the F&amp;B industry, and maybe in some boutique, which  I can't picture myself doing. Argh, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm offered a job in Tampines that's above $5 I'll continue working even when school reopens. But nobody's gonna offer me one xD Alrighty, back to thinking of filling in some freakin stupid online resume. Career objectives are a bitch to think of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-127681570301242913?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/127681570301242913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=127681570301242913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/127681570301242913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/127681570301242913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/stress-still-doesnt-go-away-after-exams.html' title='Stress still doesn&apos;t go away after the exams.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-4436358022961007618</id><published>2007-01-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:54:39.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Never A Day Where Stupid Things Never Happen</title><content type='html'>Just like the title says. Few days ago, we went to Pizza Hut @ MarinaSquare to celebrate with Ros. Supposedly had ordered 4 Large Pan Pizzas, I believe. But due to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;insufficient &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pans, our order was changed to 3 Regular and 1 Large Pan Pizza. &lt;em&gt;Oh come on&lt;/em&gt;, MarinaSquare? Pizza Hut? I think the Pizza Hut @ Lucky Plaza also doesn't run out of pans la. And the restaurant wasn't even half-full. So, MarinaSquare-PizzaHut, you can jolly well suck my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had an unpleasant time in the MRT. I was supposed to reach school in time, but I had to wait 11mins for the train. Then Tampines MRT was freakin' crowded, but as we went further from Tampines, the situation became worse. Soon more people came in, and I moved into the middle of the cabin. Then this big sized guy, with the same height as me, was 3 times my width. This amazing fella, stood in front of me. Then he raised his hand and held onto the vertical pole, right armpit facing my face. I think it wasn't more than 20cm in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, more people squeezed into the MRT. It's not as if the next train is another 11mins, people relax..! This woman came behind me, and I got pushed under the 'things-you-hold' on the vertical bars, the triangle things, &lt;em&gt;you know?&lt;/em&gt; She was holding onto those things, and apparently her elbows were half-resting on my shoulders, wah shiok huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, maybe another person wass already in the train. He moved to my left. Then I thought he wanted to get off, but i &lt;strong&gt;thought wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead he leaned onto the pole as if he owned it. Argh! The combination of 3 people spoilt the whole trip. I couldn't move out of my position and I couldn't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished I have the power to change law!! So that all irritating public transport passengers will get fined/punished/JAILED for being inconsiderate. Oh well, I don't have this power. But I can always say something. Hope these inconsiderate people &lt;strike&gt;will have shit flow out of their pores&lt;/strike&gt; will have a bad day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-4436358022961007618?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4436358022961007618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=4436358022961007618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/4436358022961007618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/4436358022961007618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-is-never-day-where-stupid-things.html' title='There Is Never A Day Where Stupid Things Never Happen'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-5200302511446013017</id><published>2007-01-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:01:39.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh Irritation!</title><content type='html'>Over the period that I've managed my blog, I has become evident, to me, that no one reads my blog. Moreover, the ugly truth has been brought to light, that guys only read girls' blog. Yes, almost all guys guilty ignoring your friends' - guys' blogs. However I must be the only exception to this, I read everyone's blog! And John, and QR. I believe only these 2 &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; friends of mine read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the actual reason behind this. Or are just guys more curious about girls' life, whether they met a new guy, whether they just had their period, or whatever new clothes they bought. Maybe it's the girls' writing style, but I still think it's the same. Guys complain about girls and all their daily irritations, but yet, you still go read their complains. So aren't you the self-contradicting pieces of &lt;strong&gt;sh*t&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my writing style that bores the readers. Talking about irritating people and what I did sometimes.. Well I don't actually give a damn. In fact, it's actually good that no one reads my blog, in this way i can always badmouth people and no one knows about it! Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin - F*ck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, don't tell him about it ya? He won't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alvin, if u eventually found out, I don't really mean to scold you. I don't think you'll get angry easily..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-5200302511446013017?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5200302511446013017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=5200302511446013017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5200302511446013017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5200302511446013017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh-irritation.html' title='Argh Irritation!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-3306087734880691867</id><published>2007-01-13T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:33:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin!!</title><content type='html'>I've got a new blogskin after such a long search!! Since last year..! Just didn't really get the right search word to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week of schooling just came and ended. Now we're another week closer to the final examinations, after that would be the holidays! Might sound crazy, but I'm actually aiming to achieve a GPA of 3.5. I was actually aiming for 3.7 at the start of the semester, but I think that's quite impossible, considering that i've to be something like Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the exams have not ended, I've actually spent some time thinking of what to do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a well-paying job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopefully pay over a month can reach $1000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50% of it goes to my parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy more stuff I want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang out with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more friends throughout the course of work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contribute some if my Dad wants to get another camera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start jogging and learn to roller-blade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, 8 things to achieve in 2 months, I think it's very possible. Alright, enough of ideas and daydreaming. I shall get back to achieving my 3.5.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-3306087734880691867?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3306087734880691867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=3306087734880691867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3306087734880691867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3306087734880691867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin!!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-5631633487276997624</id><published>2007-01-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:37:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year to everyone..! Ok sorry for being a few days late, better late than never eh? Year 2007 now, I wonder if things will change for the better and if the world will be even worse or better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start off, some new year resolutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get better results. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohh, everyone wants better results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get better in playing pool. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not very fun to lose all the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn not to procrastinate and do work more often. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the same as getting good results!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn to control my horrible temper. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People say i v scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try not to scold so much vulgarities. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So unglam la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grow taller!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really hate being short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slim down / Train some muscles. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'm fat, that's all that matters. Your opinion isn't really appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Originally I wanted to post some pictures and talk about the stuff I achieved this year. But I counted, didn't add up to a good number, so might as leave it out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ya anyway I went to watch the fireworks at Marina Bay with Karmun, ShiLing, Shirlene and YanMing. Watched it outside esplanade, woah damn crowded. Nonetheless we found rather decent spots. Ate Carls' Jr at Marina Square before we went there, and we reached at 7+ already so &lt;strike&gt;bloody&lt;/strike&gt; crowded!! Then we played cards. The aunty in front of us like so interested, so we asked her to join us, then her friend, some uncle, also joined in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Damn funny, then they taught us a few more games to gamble play during the coming Chinese New Year. Thanks uncle and aunty! Ok so we actually sat down while waiting for the fireworks. Then at 9.58pm, everyone started standing up and screaming like the world was going to end. Since we were blocked we had no choice but to stand too, soon the people from behind also squeezed in. The fireworks that appeared from the buildings were super pathetic, maybe just a trial run, so never mind. But we couldn't sit anymore!! The people were already too close for comfort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then it started drizzling a little. Oh, like the night couldn't get any worse. Sitting down for 3 hours and the rain celebrates with us. Fortunately, some dog owner was around us, then she brought out her dog and did some rollover trick. So cute, then he got a piece of snack. Damn, it looked pretty much like bacon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pretty soon it was 11.59pm already, people were shouting like &lt;em&gt;it was the end of the world&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Look, I'm sorry I'm not the type who goes high over happy new year. All along at those "trial runs" I was shouting &lt;em&gt;Ohh, we waited an hour for this, &lt;strong&gt;SO FUN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But waiting till the finale was great, fireworks were brilliant though I didn't think it was superb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok so fun was over, then we left for Marina Square thru the Esplanade Mall. Wow duno how many people were squeezing until you can literally get stuck just because you walk the wrong way. Then what made matters worse was the &lt;strike&gt;fuckin' banglas&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; that were &lt;strike&gt;bloody hell&lt;/strike&gt; pushing. And from a distance I could see a group of people spraying banglas. Well good for you&lt;strike&gt;, I liked that&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the event I met up with Nix, John and his friends, and introduced them to my friends. Then I decided who I'll go with after this. Nixon say they wanna drink, I want also, but I scared I drunk before the girls, then v malu... But in the end, I decided to head over to Shirlene's place to spend the night with the guys. Didn't go to her place, but some swimming pool at her place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soon after her mom went down to fetch her up. Wasn't really pleased with us for hanging out so late. But please, YanMing and I look &lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; decent. Not as if we'll do anything. I remember her saying &lt;em&gt;Now can I have your permission to let my daughter go home?&lt;/em&gt; Eh come on, you're the mother you say 1 I dare say 2 meh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok, this post getting abit too wordy. I'll stop here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-5631633487276997624?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5631633487276997624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=5631633487276997624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5631633487276997624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5631633487276997624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-7753285329641992589</id><published>2006-12-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:58:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Celebrated my birthday on 24th December! Yes Christmas Eve, probably the reason why half of DBT1A22 didn't turn up, I hope. Had quite some fun on the day itself, spending time with family and friends... Ok so i'll share some more interesting things that happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I celebrated with Mom&amp;amp;Dad! Sis wasn't at home, so we just went ahead. Had a log cake from Swenson's, some CP Mexican Wings, red coloured eggs (whichever way u call those) and peach flavoured sparkling juice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFPItEaxNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xY3tY-KniTY/s1600-h/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012874871195747538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFPItEaxNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xY3tY-KniTY/s320/Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time playing with dry ice -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFQZNEaxOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nn_1dPySjM4/s1600-h/P1040118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012876254175216866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFQZNEaxOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nn_1dPySjM4/s320/P1040118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really seen this before, haha. So cool la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out with half of DBT1A22 for dinner, and for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFRjtEaxPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/h9fOpJzhuN8/s1600-h/PC240107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012877534075471090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFRjtEaxPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/h9fOpJzhuN8/s320/PC240107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending your time with me... Sorry for not smiling, I don't know how to smile in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Kenny Rogers, the food there was so freakin' awesome! I finished the food before i thought of taking pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received my first pair of beach pants, yes my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFSlNEaxQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m1NyzJ0UZEE/s1600-h/PC240105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012878659356902658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFSlNEaxQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m1NyzJ0UZEE/s320/PC240105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking my face looks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got caught in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFTCdEaxRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_SYCGeke1JA/s1600-h/PC240130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012879161868076306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFTCdEaxRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_SYCGeke1JA/s320/PC240130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, just joking! Sorry i didn't look like im hugging in the picture. And a couldn't look shocked. And, my face is still crap. How come i look better at home than outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the whole day, or night. Really had fun guys. Oh and we watched Night At the Museum, woah, damn nice!! Whoever hasn't watched it is stupid, go watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-7753285329641992589?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7753285329641992589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=7753285329641992589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/7753285329641992589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/7753285329641992589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-birthday-is-over.html' title='My Birthday Is Over!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnRLlptptx0/RZFPItEaxNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xY3tY-KniTY/s72-c/Family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-5168534920141001561</id><published>2006-12-19T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:18:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to like rainy days a fair bit, but now not anymore. Stupid rainy season has been causing so much inconveniences, can't even go Cathay from PlazaSing without getting wet. Nonetheless a day spent with friends is never a wasted day. Went out with Nix, John, Alicia and Roller today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to play pool before meeting Alicia bcos I don't want her to just sit down and sian while we played. So decided to meet early. &lt;strong&gt;However,&lt;/strong&gt; Roller was late la. Sunday he told me his work gonna end at 1pm, but he ended at 2.30! Then I stood at the stupid bus stop for 30mins. I hate waiting. Anyway guys, as promised, I shall list down the things Roller did to slightly offend me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being late for 30mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going onto a bus without money, had to borrow 70c from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asking what a commercial is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saying I'm irritating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saying I'm noisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Showed me $10, say want to give me but couldn't let go of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gave me a dollar to return the debt, and asked me keep the change. I'm no beggar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to 'fuck' me. Please, I'm straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's more but I can't really remember. Anyway this is just meant as a joke, don't angry ar Roller!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-5168534920141001561?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5168534920141001561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=5168534920141001561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5168534920141001561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/5168534920141001561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-3564786178586278942</id><published>2006-12-11T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:57:33.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying Hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I'm bad tempered. I leave you with something to help me with, and I continue with my schoolwork. Not that I don't want to explain my situation. Just that your ears are not always open to what I have to say. Sometimes, I wish I could treat you and Dad like friends, and share my thoughts and feelings with you all. Nonetheless I'm incapable of doing that, in the end we're still mother/father &amp; son, there will always be a generation gap. No matter how hard I try to cross it, the gap still widens itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I'm not trying hard enough. Schoolwork is pilling up on me, I feel the stress getting on me and I can't shake it off. You say I have to rid myself of my temper, but how can I ever do it without your support? Still, I don't want to trouble you and Dad with my daily problems and add burdens to your lives. I don't want both of you to end up quarrelling because of me again. I live in fear if tomorrow we will still remain as 1  family. I missed the days we went out for picnics near the beach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandwiched between family and work. How to balance it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-3564786178586278942?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3564786178586278942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=3564786178586278942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3564786178586278942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3564786178586278942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-trying-hard.html' title='I&apos;m Trying Hard...'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-1728690049316140124</id><published>2006-12-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:12:48.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems like the hectic week has finally been over, one more week to the long awaited term break. Nonetheless that doesn't mean that im going to slack through it. Gonna use the chance to catch up on Maths, which i can't understand at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed my CharDev presentation yesterday, Chels couldn't present bcos she had dance rehearsal. So was left to Hofai, JiaHaur and I to deal with the presentation. Turned out to be quite a mess, things didn't go according to plan, and the whole class laughing and all. Don't think I'll score too well. But i won't brood over it, no point crying over spilt milk =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the presentation was the more interesting part. Dr E was talking about dating. The stuff we discussed was quite interesting. But the part that left me with the greatest impression was that dating excludes you out of the company of your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that having a boyfriend/girlfriend is bad. But it's just that when you get your other half, you'll tend to spend lesser time with your closer friends. And because your closer friends think that you might want to go out with your partner, they'll tend to ask you out lesser. Moreover, nobody likes to waste their effort asking someone who might not go out with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Furthermore, let's say you decide to go out with them, but you insist on bringing your partner along, it makes matters worst. When bf and gf goes out with friends, they'll still neglect their friends! Why, you might ask. In the end the both of you will still stick closely as a couple, and nobody would like to disturb the both of you. Maybe you'll be lucky, you manage to speak a few sentences to your friends. Wow, how great. A few sentences &lt;em&gt;strengthens&lt;/em&gt; your bonds with your friends, awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I repeat myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to discourage anyone from dating. I believe you have your own opinion, but don't worry. I'm not interested in your point of view. I'm my eyes i'm right and you're wrong. Take care now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-1728690049316140124?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1728690049316140124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=1728690049316140124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/1728690049316140124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/1728690049316140124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflections-of-week.html' title='Reflections Of The Week'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-4927947452567158077</id><published>2006-12-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:34:08.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passes Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gee, it's only been two days since the start of the week, and I'm already feeling fatigued. Nonetheless I had a fulfiling 2hour afternoon nap, despite the fact that I don't really like to take naps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Deadlines for assignments and projects coming up next week. Got PBL, A&amp;P, Biophysics, Math Test, and.... i think there's more, must've forgotten about it. I know the rest have Discussion Cafe for CRS =) But I've already done mine!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm having cases of mood swing today. This morning was rather pissed at myself bcos I lost my personal plastic file. But luckily, found it beside ZhaoHong's table when I returned to the same classroom. Felt quite glad, bcos the ZhaoHong from buddy class didn't give me a duh-you're-stupid face, instead he smiled. I don't think i would have smiled in his situation xD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During A&amp;amp;P lesson, Alvin and I were discussing whether we'd go BioInfo or continue with BioTech. I think I like both options, cos in the long run, I'll still be doing genetics. The only problem would be the classmates that I'll meet. Would they be just as great as my current class or would they be a bunch of snobs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Despite me not being very close with my classmates, I still feel a bond with my class that I didn't feel in secondary school, probably bcos the class is smaller this time. Just feels great to know that you have 20 dependable classmates being there for you when you need someone to lean on. But would we still remain in the same class even if we all continue in BioTech? Or is our separation imminent? Someone answer me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sitting in the middle of nowhere. Unable to adapt to the new, unable to return to the past. Don't try to be a smartass and comment on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-4927947452567158077?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4927947452567158077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=4927947452567158077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/4927947452567158077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/4927947452567158077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-passes-slowly.html' title='Time Passes Slowly'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-3712994637680396842</id><published>2006-11-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:30:08.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;21st November, Teh Bao's Birthday. Quite a joyous event, but nonetheless some thoughts still continue to rage a storm in my heart. But let's just forget the sad stuff first, and talk about the more happy shit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Bao got quite a grand birthday party in school. So far in Yr1 this would be the biggest yet. A cake, chocolates from Candy Empire, birthday card with super sexy man on it, magnetic 'C.H.E.L.S' and a cute turtle/tortoise soft toy. Really very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school she got a surprise from her JC friends. Very cool. Then later on celebrated at home, I don't know the details so I'd refrain from fallacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes this makes you wonder about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would your Birthday be just as big? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would there be so many people who actually care about the date you drew your first breath? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would people shower you with gifts, like you're the dearest person they ever knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do they really mean 'Happy Birthday'? Is it really sincere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will they stab you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, this is getting out of hand. I'm stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I'm not a person who likes getting lots of gifts, just something worth mentioning. I still think a birthday is a day to spend with your friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-3712994637680396842?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3712994637680396842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=3712994637680396842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3712994637680396842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/3712994637680396842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/chelseas-birthday.html' title='Chelsea&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-984585812254059149</id><published>2006-11-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:47:19.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm, I've moved to the new beta version of blogger, or so it seems. While I look around for the changes, maybe i shall finally update. Just some questions to ponder about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever :&lt;br /&gt;1) Think of 'that' someone every moment?&lt;br /&gt;2) Hope 'that' someone is always happy?&lt;br /&gt;3) Wish that you can understand 'that' person more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it, now here are some things you CAN do after reading this post :&lt;br /&gt;1) Not ask if I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not SAY that I'm in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Not ask who the person is.&lt;br /&gt;4) Not Gossip about me.&lt;br /&gt;5) Not mention this as and when you deem fit.&lt;br /&gt;6) Not to poke into my privacy unless you're so certain that I trust you with my life.&lt;br /&gt;7) Most importantly, forget that you've just read a short post of my blog update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did u stumble upon Zihao's Blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-984585812254059149?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/984585812254059149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=984585812254059149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/984585812254059149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/984585812254059149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-ever.html' title='Do You Ever?'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-116075463471594022</id><published>2006-10-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:12:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday The 13th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is Friday the 13th. Inauspicious, but sometimes shit happens just too often to call it superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Entertainment Centre Long John Silver(s) after Maths Tutorial, practically stoned the whole lesson. I tell you, the place and the workers, okay maybe the one I'm gonna talk about, sucks...! I just bought my food then heading back, then Bings said something about 'Khai Tuck' and 'spill'. But it totally slipped me and i said "okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked back to my seat, noticed KTuck got this super-duper sian face. Then saw the Coca-cola all over the floor, along with KTuck's empty cup. Haha, then 'spill' and his name pieced up together. Oh, big crap huh. I walked up to the counter with Bings to ask the person to send someone to clean it up. Offered to share my drink with KTuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone came up to clean up, quite a pissed off face. We all stood up to let him clean the floor. Had a rather damp mop. Then mop, mop, mop. Apparently the floor didn't get any drier, but he did spread the Coke all over the floor. Thanks huh. Now everyone would step on the coke. Then he went back into the 'staff room'. I was expecting him to dry the mop and come back. But he didn't. And to think I stood for around 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we were at fault to ask someone to clean it up. Then they want us clean up ourselves with tissue paper? Or soak up the coke with our clothes? Hey LJS, you're running a service here, don't tell me the floor is none of your business? It's not like I asked your workers to lick the floor dry, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another worker aunty came out, told us 'mei ban fa', directly translates to 'no solution' or 'no way round'. Then okay, sit down, legs in contact with wet floor. Later the same aunty came out to mop the dry floor. What the hell? Can't you see our floor is wet? And you're mopping the dry area?? LJS, thanks for screwing my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the worse-meal-ever, we went to arcade, then Aaron, Alvin, Bings, FuDa, HoFai, KTuck, and I went to play LAN. Played CS, was fun. Killing them, and getting killed. HoFai, you chao camper. After LAN went to play pool, then head to SimLim to get the 2nd Generation iPod Nano I have been wanting for a bloody bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off at Bugis, walked to SimLim Square. Bought my 4GB Green iPod Nano from the 2nd shop(or 1st?) I went to. The salesman could talk -_-, I lost and i bought it, hahaha. But not really cheap, gotta start saving to replenish my savings. Wah, damn nice, damn cool. Wanted to rush home to upload songs into it, but went to meet Nix and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nix wanted company until 8-9+ because he was gonna go clubbing at night. Being the superb friend I am, of course I gave him some company. But waste time eat dinner, and play pool again!! Keep losing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that probably sums up my day... Roller, I need to talk to you about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HoFai you bloody camper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-116075463471594022?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116075463471594022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=116075463471594022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116075463471594022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116075463471594022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title='Friday The 13th!!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-116041702589636827</id><published>2006-10-10T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:03:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came home late again...</title><content type='html'>Just reached home not more than 30mins ago, around.. 1:42am now.. Went to Alicia's chalet at DownTown after school on monday. Wasn't really much things to do, but had fun just chatting and eating. I was afraid that maybe can't really get along with her friends, but things didn't turn out that bad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also met some of her poly friends, i think. Coincidentally they had a chalet near us. But the guys told us about some angmohs that asked if they were having a party. Then wanted to join and do what stripping. Thank goodness never ask us, I'd have invited them in and punched the shit out of them, maybe I'm just narrow minded, but please, strip party? Think you ask any of my friends they'd immediately reject the offer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also played this card game with the people. This game like the game DBT22 played, where we exchanged names. But this time we called ourselves 'Fruits'. So there were 'durian', 'orange', 'strawberry', 'kiwi', 'apple' and 'aloe vera'. Wow 'aloe vera' long huh.. Is it actually a fruit? Lol. But I picked Avocado, confusing right.. I so smart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then birthday girl cut the cake at 12midnight..! Was a big oreo cheesecake, turned out looking like a gigantic egg tart. But nonetheless tasted as good as a typical cheesecake. Any all birthday cakes taste good, bcos they are filled with the 'flavour' of joyous emotions, be it if you're 1 year older or 1 year closer to death.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday to Alicia! Now 17, one year &lt;strong&gt;older&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, Happy Birthday to Amanda, although i doubt you're gonna celebrate with us ._. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy a fruitful and happy day. At least go out with us next time k?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about today. Now I'm still considering if i should get a 4GB or 8GB iPod Nano. Or should I get a PSP. Don't know if I should ask Chels' bro to help me buy, or should I just order from the homepage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, dilenma, but shall save all these for tomorrow. And sleep early now. &lt;em&gt;Gosh, can feel my pimples bulging out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-116041702589636827?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116041702589636827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=116041702589636827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116041702589636827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116041702589636827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/came-home-late-again.html' title='Came home late again...'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-116014903505695151</id><published>2006-10-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:48:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the Mooncake Festival today! Actually not, it should be the Mid-Autumn Festival, really. It's not all about mooncakes ya know? It's about lanterns too!! And about enjoying the moon, okay that's quite a direct translation. It's said that during this period the moon is the roundest, therefore we're supposed to eat mooncakes and admire the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I feel that this is a special period of time to spend bonding with your dear ones, be it family or friends. I wanted to spend this night with my parents, but things didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be. Mom went to the CC to sing and celebrate with her karaoke pals, but not with me and Dad. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I continued with my simple plan. Picked a mooncake from the box. Picked the Green Tea Red Bean flavour! Not very great, but the mooncake wasn't the important part, talking to Dad was. Also took 2 sachets of Oolong Tea to make some tea. Tea goes well with mooncakes. Mild fragrant drink to wash down the sweet mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the haze was rather bad. The whole sky was red. No moon to be seen. If not might have went out to the park. But didn't really talk much with Dad. He was busy copying his contacts from phone to his SIM card!! Despite that we still did talk abit. Soon after Dad opened a pomelo to eat. Had quite alot of difficulty opening it, thick skin. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in MRT, again I was dissatisfied with the behaviour of people in Singapore. I know I'm speaking like a tourist. Then again, I cannot confirm that the people I'll be talking about aren't Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this person dressed &lt;em&gt;nicely&lt;/em&gt; in shirt and pants, with a briefcase. But like everyone you can see in the morning, he had a gloomy face. So after Tiong Bahru, the seats were more empty la, but there were still people standing around. I think they were thinking if they want to sit down anot xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this fella saw 2 empty seats, then like a &lt;strong&gt;tiger pouncing on its prey&lt;/strong&gt;, he rushed to the seats. He sat on one, then placed his legs and briefcase on the other, opening his &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; newspaper. In the first case, it's not even neccessary to occupy 2 seats. Who knows someone might actually need to seat. And, your newpaper is so damn bloody small! Practically nothing compared to the size of The Straits Time. And there you are! Sitting down like a king, reading a &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; newspaper you cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this isn't the first time I've seen such shit. Saw this seemingly 40 yr old man occupy 2 seats while the MRT was at Bugis area. For goodness' sake that is like the most crowded period where everyone is practically packed like sardines! And there you are, taking 2 seats while i doubt you even paid $2 for your MRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya, another time, there was this middle aged lady, reading Straits Times also. She occupied one seat, yes, her butt occupied one seat. But she spread her hands so wide to open her newspaper, she literally covered the girl beside her. So poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have more stuff to say, but maybe save them for another day to blog! Haha! Meanwhile let's hang on to the hope that some day, everyone in Singapore will be considerate people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-116014903505695151?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116014903505695151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=116014903505695151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116014903505695151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116014903505695151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-116005981498452158</id><published>2006-10-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:50:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Piss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day has passed, and we approach the weekends!! Have been blogging damn often, don't know why, but just seem to have stuff to keep talking about. Perhaps blogging has become another method for me to express my feelings, to relieve myself of the everyday load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is like pissing, after a long day, or maybe a few hours, you go to the toilet to relieve ur bladder. And this blog, seemingly is the toilet bowl. But be glad not everything here is bad. I do share my happy piss too =&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a long day, spent 8 - 5, 9 hours in sch. I spend less active time in school damn at home. Thank goodness there's DBT 1A22 to always keep me up and running. I find that our class got alot of energy! And definitely class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr Elangovan said something that made alot of sense to me. What bonds our class together? Hofai, simple answer, but no. Actually i think i can't answer that question too. Shi Ling says that it's due to our willingness to unite as a class. Well, sounds rather cheesy, but I won't disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time, I think I may have my own answer. I feel bonded to the class bcos &lt;strong&gt;each and everyone&lt;/strong&gt; of them has a quality that I appreciate alot. Yes, every single one of you guys, and girls. Ok maybe I'll name a few. Hmm, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna go sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hais, small talk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wondering if Sis is still angry. Hope she's not the petty type that will rememeber 1 bad incident forever, and forget 10 great happenings in 1 day. Thought of apologizing first, but afraid that she'll say "Good you know you're at fault", wah, if I hear that I might go crazy again. Hope things turn out for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-116005981498452158?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116005981498452158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=116005981498452158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116005981498452158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/116005981498452158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-piss.html' title='Blog Piss'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115996687217465017</id><published>2006-10-04T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:01:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Title Is Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Infuriated. Went home sick and tired, naturally people who fall into this category are people prone to losing their temper. My sister happened to offend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All started after my shower, changed into sleeping pants, was abit tattered at the bottom, but still comfortable to wear. Went into my room to relax in front of my comp. Sis came into room and asked me to scan something for her. Was tired, didn't feel like standing on my chair so asked her to do it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed rather pissed off and gave me that "shoo" or "go away" face. Wasn't really happy to see that. But still did bare with it. As I was walking away, she stepped on my pants, then it tore even more. Still wasn't that angry. Couldn't remember clearly, everything went too fast. I recall her laughing at me, maybe bcos I'm still wearing tattered sleeping clothes. Mind went blank. Too angry to even think of cooling down. Took the remote control in my hand and slammed it against the wall. Actually was aiming for my bolster, being the bad aimer, I missed and it hit the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was at the door and witnessed everything. He too, was mad that us siblings almost broke into an argument. Lectured us separately. Telling me that siblings are supposed to help each other, and be at peace with each other. Yes I totally agree, but everything happened so fast, I can't turn back time. If I could I would have just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait. I would have done the same thing. I'd do anything rather than hurt my family. I would not have quarrelled with her too. I used another method to vent my anger rather than offend her directly. I admit I &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;at fault for losing my temper. But &lt;em&gt;do you feel guilty for that inconsiderate action you made?&lt;/em&gt; I don't blame you, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, have she ever thought of how i felt. But when i reflected upon my actions. &lt;em&gt;Have I ever thought of how she felt?&lt;/em&gt; I am inexcusably guilty for this mistake. Don't know if that is really a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Dad, I'm sorry for hurting you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Been really emo nowadays. But I've not changed, I'm always like this at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115996687217465017?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115996687217465017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115996687217465017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115996687217465017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115996687217465017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/title-is-meaningless.html' title='A Title Is Meaningless'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115989004725095210</id><published>2006-10-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:42:05.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Usual Day of Both Fun and Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today isn't such a bad day, just woke up with a bad throat and a blocked nose, that's all =\ I remembered how Cass used to tell me that Listerine can help with the "blocked and bad throat" I was having. So gave it a try. Yes it does work, but merely a short-term effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally died in school, couldn't talk properly. I love to talk, it's pure torture to not talk properly. But nevertheless, still had fun with DBT 1A22. The usual routine, Alvin acts gay, Zihao whacks Alvin. Fun. But today had another new element of fun. KTuck and I played tops! In case some dumbos don't know what a top is, I'm sure you know of Beyblade. Got the tops from the packets of Mamee noodles we bought the day before. And we drew Watches on our arms, showing 3pm. Trying to console ourselves that school was over. KTuck got a Swatch brand, but i didn't have any, no space to draw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ended, wanted to play Battlefield Vietnam, but the guys all didn't/couldn't go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met John at 4+, then Nixon, ChangYuan, Andi, Roller &amp; Eddie, and Alicia came to meet me and John. Not together, but in the order up there. Went to eat Pizza Hut! Although had sore throat, but just ate with them, rarely have a chance to meet up with them, moreover this "event" was postponed many many times. Ate a Hut's Family Feast, with 8 Spicy Finger Lickin' Good Drumlets. The Chicken Supreme Pizza with Cheesy Lava Crust was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to toilet after the meal. Then John put my A&amp;amp;P Textbook somewhere. Then Andi took it and ran out without my acknowledgement. Bought the damn book with $41 from my pocket money!!! Was in distress when I couldn't find it. Thought of the worse case scenario. Thought of spending another $41 on another textbook. Cursed myself for not taking care of a item that was placed into my trust (by Popular -_-). Went out to see Andi &amp;amp; CY laughing and laughing, become quite angry for some reason, and just shouted at them. But it was sure a relieve to see my book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't apologise for losing my temper though. =\ But it was indeed better to see it in your hands rather than inside a rubbish bin. But the shout sure did hurt my throat. Couldn't really speak after that. Damn. Can I just remain sick and skip school tomorrow? Sure sucks to mumble when talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll come to the more emotional part. Yes, it's great to bare my feelings when I don't know how to speak up to you, Dad. Sorry for coming home late, didn't really mean to worry you. I'll try to spend more time with you in the future. Hearing that you're "used to watching TV alone" really made me guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanted to spend time with my dear friends, being in different schools with them. I really miss the days where we stone and slept in class, although i always can't fall asleep. Miss laughing with you all. Miss complaining and cursing the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had fun today. John, Nixon, ChangYuan, Andi, Roller, Eddie, Alicia, thanks for spending your time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to rush my homework, got schematic diagrams to draw for tomorrow's practical. Just realised that there's 2 experiments to be conducted tomorrow. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115989004725095210?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115989004725095210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115989004725095210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115989004725095210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115989004725095210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/usual-day-of-both-fun-and-troubles.html' title='A Usual Day of Both Fun and Troubles'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115979602634784629</id><published>2006-10-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:26:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Specially For Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Dad, don't think you read my blog. Even though you're at the living room, there are words that are always hard to say in front of you, thus I made this post. I don't really care if you read it or not, but at least i gave a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you've been coughing for the past few days, each time you cough I always act as if I don't really care. But actually it stings me in my heart each time you cough. You've been coughing for almost 2 years now. I hate it when you open the door in midnight, bcos you come out to cough and not disturb Mom. I don't like you to start coughing while you're sleeping, I want you to get a proper rest for tomorrow. Each night you're able to have a proper sleep brings me joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently your condition got worse, blame the haze, but nonetheless it sucks to be unable to relieve you of your illness. Unfortunately the only support I can give is morale support. I don't know if you can feel it, but each time I say "Hey, you're getting better", take it as an ecouragement for your endeavour, your strength to move on and fight the illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I know you have a heavy responsibility in 'governing' the family. I appreciate your efforts although I always complain of how long-winded you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad, never give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115979602634784629?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115979602634784629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115979602634784629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115979602634784629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115979602634784629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-specially-for-dad.html' title='A Post Specially For Dad'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115953445220606450</id><published>2006-09-29T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:54:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the way home today, i thought of some problems we face daily. One big problem is due to the &lt;strong&gt;ugly Singaporeans&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that Singaporeans are literally ugly, but their character, or maybe their habits are friggin' ugly. Maybe I should share some good practices with you all, hopefully Singapore will be a better place &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please, please stand on the &lt;strong&gt;left side&lt;/strong&gt; of the escalator if you are not rushing to take the MRT. Some people have to rush to school/work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before you enter the bloody MRT, &lt;strong&gt;let the people come out first!!&lt;/strong&gt; How would you like it if MRT didn't open the door at your stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you youngsters or middle-aged pple let your seats to the old people? Even if they look healthy, a fall is still not something to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not cut the queue of the people who queued up for the bus dammit. A queue &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;a queue for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People with oily faces, please don't lean ur face against the glass panel/window of the buses and MRTs. It's damn digusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've voiced my dissatisfaction. If you're one of those jerks that do those stuff above, stop being a jackass and change for the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115953445220606450?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115953445220606450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115953445220606450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115953445220606450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115953445220606450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-good-habits.html' title='Some Good Habits'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115945942421795496</id><published>2006-09-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:07:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Your Strengths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever wondered for a moment, what you are actually good at..?&lt;br /&gt;I did some pondering a few days ago, and decided to just talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has their own strengths, like a talent, or some gift (still some form of talent nonetheless) But the point is, &lt;strong&gt;have you found your strength?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;As giftless as i may seem now, I really do hope i find something I am good at. Then I'll be able to concentrate and my strengths, wooh, maybe I might be famous for it someday.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My friends have talents, or strengths whichever way u call it. Let's name some, maybe you won't agree but &lt;strong&gt;i definitely do think so, so you shouldn't argue with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bings : I think Bings is good and singing and playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : I think Alvin is good at &lt;strike&gt;being gay&lt;/strike&gt; singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chels : I do think she's good at dancing, although I haven't seen her in action. But she has passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Wah.. Fit (Okay maybe not a talent, but i give him some credit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiJi : Awesome photographer (I'm refering to the decent ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert : Yes man, you drum great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's probably it, if i didn't include your name, maybe i have just forgotten about you for the moment, or maybe i haven't seen your &lt;em&gt;unique ability&lt;/em&gt; yet. I'm going to sleep, long day tomorrow. I shall continue to discover my strengths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115945942421795496?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115945942421795496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115945942421795496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115945942421795496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115945942421795496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/knowing-your-strengths.html' title='Knowing Your Strengths'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115814154238722218</id><published>2006-09-13T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:59:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's A Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The world's a bitch. And life is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Stone at home for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i want to,&lt;br /&gt;nobody to ask to go out,&lt;br /&gt;Nixon always working,&lt;br /&gt;CY &amp;amp; Andi always missing,&lt;br /&gt;John's always there,&lt;br /&gt;2 of us alone is just boring and gay.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ask 4e1 go out.&lt;br /&gt;Not v close with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ask the JC pple out,&lt;br /&gt;but promos coming,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste their time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today results released.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I passed all.&lt;br /&gt;But Roller and HW, spoiled my mood.&lt;br /&gt;3.45, 3.6 for GPA, hao lian la.&lt;br /&gt;Not glad abt my 2.7 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ask 1B22 out,&lt;br /&gt;but all kept talking about results and GEMS,&lt;br /&gt;drag until no need go out already.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Then QR asked me out,&lt;br /&gt;KC and QR going out to eat,&lt;br /&gt;at first I was interested,&lt;br /&gt;but i scared i nth to say to KC,&lt;br /&gt;so i backed out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be always me&lt;br /&gt;to make the fucking decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you all decide to settle&lt;br /&gt;something instead of me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Stop making the world a fucking bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115814154238722218?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115814154238722218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115814154238722218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115814154238722218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115814154238722218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/worlds-bitch_13.html' title='The World&apos;s A Bitch'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115703988610385662</id><published>2006-08-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:58:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee Today Was Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back to Changkat today to see our &lt;em&gt;dear teachers&lt;/em&gt;. Saw Joey in bus 38, then sat beside her. Then she kept showing me videos of her friends, wah the friends so lame, but quite funny la. Then met CY and Wenqi at East Point, then waited for Qian Hui. Wah she quite late, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon the TPJC people arrived outside Changkat gate, then weren't allowed in. All Mr Nahar's doing, don't let people in bcos sch too full alrdy. But thank goodness Bert ask him to let us in. Thanks Bert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got into school, watched last few pieces of the concert, then went to see the teachers. Only met up with Mr Ho, Ms Ling, and Mr Low. They haven't changed much, haha, glad to see that. Ms Ling worse, I say 'Hi!' then she stop then stare into my face. Walao, don't recognise me anymore. Luckily she rmb me in the end. And Mr Ho still &lt;em&gt;very cute&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for lunch at Sakura, got this noisy bunch of people. But nvm la, I like noise. Some of those noisy people turned out to be my St Hildian classmates, how coincidental. Weird. Duno how come they still remember me, my looks nvr change meh -_- I remember Amos, Deborah, and... err, oh, Ai Ping. I rmb Ai Ping bcos she kicked Andrew in his balls the last time I remember, or that was &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; i rmbed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err, then Amos' friend, sorry didn't rmb who you are. You oso nvr tell me ur name, then i oso pai seh to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch we went to play arcade and play pool. Play pool only for awhile, not satisfactory, haven even warm up. Bert!! Next time we play again arh! After playing pool we went to play LAN games at Raider's.. err, Raider's &lt;em&gt;Smth&lt;/em&gt;. Got trashed by Moose and Corren. Next time don't play with you all already xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Left at 7.40. Then head towards Ms Yee's place, then got off halfway then she brought me &amp; Cy to ECP's Mac to eat. Argh Mac -_- But i enjoyed this meal, ate Grilled Chicken Foldover. Not bad, quite nice. Then we passed her the &lt;strong&gt;awesome teacher's day gift&lt;/strong&gt;!!! We bought smth that she'd like, 'Chip &amp;amp; Dale' themed puzzle. But it was even better to hear her say that she likes puzzles too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great day, but abit wierd oso. Next time I visit Ms Yee, i try to make Cass Nix and Joey come along oso. This Joey forever so busy one, forever training her muscles xD Ah-ha, you can't beat me on my blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay that pretty summed up my fun day. Hoping to go out with DBT 1B22 next week, haven't went out with them since holidays started. Also quite difficult to ask them out, they live so far. Oh yea and I hope Andi's coming back soon, kinda miss this &lt;strong&gt;cheeky bastard.&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't miss me, don't miss me, don't miss me!" Hahahah, his signature line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright! I find something else to do already!! Why cannot make 1 line spacings one?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115703988610385662?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115703988610385662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115703988610385662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115703988610385662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115703988610385662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/gee-today-was-weird_31.html' title='Gee Today Was Weird'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115653895052752872</id><published>2006-08-26T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:49:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Waiting For My Hair To Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woooh. 4.29am post!! That's right, AM and not PM. Went out again, but this time to watch movie. But we went to a usual place, yes, Marina Square. Now MSquare has become like a second Tampines Mall, nothing special anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yep, watched movie. Snakes On A Plane. I think, can't really remember the title. A great action packed movie. Some humorous parts too. Okay maybe I was the only one in the cinema laughing. No, I don't think it was me, the people had no sense of humour! Zero, zilch. Not a tiny bit. I really laughed at the part where the spitting cobra spit into someone's eyes, then he shouted, "My eyes!! My eyes!!" Awww, didn't this seem like the part where the citizens of Bikini Bottom saw King Neptune's bald head in the Spongebob Squarepants Movie...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quite some stupidly painful scenes tho, shan't spoil it anymore for anyone. But some of those painful scenes were damn funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, is it me, or does Suntec City + Marina Square have no MOS Burger?? Had a craving for some Ebi Rice Burger during dinner time. But NO... No MOS Burger!!! Went to eat BK instead, Double Whopper Meal. Wah shiok, I'm hungry already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie we sat down outside Marina Square and chat. Then Nix suddenly brought up some ghost stories, then some people getting paranoid already. Then Andi gonna stay over at CY's place, cos CY like abit scared. Aiya, seriously dun scared la, you nvr really do anything bad also wad. Then we chat halfway.. Then Roller's turn to say smth, talk halfway the lights went out. Spooked them out, maybe some of them, not me, i took it as some weird coincidence. After all the light HAS to go out, agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we took NR7 opposite MSquare, wah the most boring bus ride ever. Everyone already quite tired le. Then John, Andi and CY got off first. I tired until wanna be scared also not scared already. Nix commented that ghost chase him he also dun care liao.. Reach home, took a shower, and here I am blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway hair dry already, CAN SLP LORH!! Not going out today, tomorrow then not sure liao. But going out on Monday again, I need new clothes, damn sian to go out with friends, then keep wearing the same few nicer clothes. Woooh 4.42am now. Gonna sleep, then Andi coming over my place to stay. Again, lol, everywhere is your home eh Andi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115653895052752872?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115653895052752872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115653895052752872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115653895052752872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115653895052752872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-waiting-for-my-hair-to-dry.html' title='I&apos;m Waiting For My Hair To Dry'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115644351391271482</id><published>2006-08-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:20:42.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, ANOTHER UPDATE??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANOTHER UPDATE FOR MY DEAR READERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over! Finally, the days of staring at books are over! Thus, the days for neverending fun will start! Woooooh! Too bad Alvin not here to high with me. Actually, I didn't want to blog today. Then I read through numerous blogs, seems like everyone has an update. SO WHY SHOULDN'T I HAVE ONE TOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming holidays are gonna be fun packed, gonna go out everyday!! Have fun everyday!! Hopefully I get to go out with 1B22 often. As for my buddies, no need to say, we sure go out one. Went to join CY, Roller, and Eddie after Chem Exam. I&amp;OC paper was almost impossible! Then we went to play pool at Jurong Entertainment Centre. Won Roller!! Woooh!!! Attained 1 of my goals for this year. Actually no one knew about this goal, tell people then won't come true already -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to meet Andi and John at city hall, then went to Marina Square...! Then, err, played more pool. Anyway the cue sticks at Marina Square sucks, never consider going there. Actually wanted to play some shooting game, budden nobody wanna play wif me leh. Played for 1hr+?, Andi complain his hand pain, aww. K then, we stopped playing, think we headed for dinner. Guess where we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBWAY! This time, I KNEW the cookies came wif the meal!! If you readers are still oblivious about ordering at Subway.... Here are the magical, straightforward instructions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick your Sub (Your flavour la! Chicken Teriyaki, Meatballs, Whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick your bread (If you can't pick one, that's pathetic.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your extra ingredients (Lettuce? Cheese? Extra Meat? You name it.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick your topping/sauce (Err, some sauce la, forgot the sauces. John added vinegar, weird.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pick TWO COOKIES or Brownie (Yes it is TWO not ONE. V nice tho, no idea abt brownie)&lt;br /&gt;6. Get the empty cup and fill it YOURSELF (Don't tell him you want Ice Lemon Tea!)&lt;br /&gt;PS. Ask for recommendations if you don't know what is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add $3 for a footlong sandwich!! You wanna know how long is a foot? It's 2 times of 6inch ;)&lt;br /&gt;How long is 6inch? Half of a foot ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you can't understand this simple instructions, go back to Primary School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footlong!!! Sounds damn stupid eh?! I kept repeating that throughout our dinner. Hhahahah footlong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Didi met us during dinner then we went to play LAN. Died like a defenseless, pathetic, loser in CounterStrike!! Then played DotA awhile, then head home around 10pm. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footlong -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115644351391271482?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115644351391271482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115644351391271482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115644351391271482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115644351391271482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-another-update.html' title='Finally, ANOTHER UPDATE??'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115487610870113585</id><published>2006-08-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:55:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Precious, We Take It As If It Costs 99cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the starting of the year, I had, hmmmmm, 13 Goldfish. Yeah, 13 is not an auspicious number. If you think it is a bad number, then you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; wrong. No doubt about it..! Then soon... 1 by 1 they fell sick and left the fish tank. T.T Very sad. There were 3, Blackie got knocked out accidentally by Dad and left us too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/16072006261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/16072006261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, sad. Then the goldfish at the bottom died of some illness, lost its scales. Now Goldie, top one, is alone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But not anymore! Today Daddy went to fish shop and got some companions for Goldie!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/06082006297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/06082006297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With 4 new friends he shouldn't be feeling alone anymore. New friends to compete for food with xD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is precious my friends!! If u disagree, then again you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; wrong. I'll take extra care of my goldfishes now. And not to forget my adorable Rabbit..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/RabbitInTowel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/RabbitInTowel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not to forget, my family! No pictures though. Later jealous people kidnap them.. &lt;strong&gt;Wrong&lt;/strong&gt;doers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooh exam is starting next week, and wow, I love exams, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115487610870113585?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115487610870113585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115487610870113585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115487610870113585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115487610870113585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-precious-we-take-it-as-if-it.html' title='Life Is Precious, We Take It As If It Costs 99cents'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/MyPets/th_16072006261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115202404479655194</id><published>2006-07-04T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:40:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE EC HOUSE.</title><content type='html'>I HATE EC HOUSE!!! Dammit!!! They screwed the wrong customer's hair for today!! This is the first time i actually felt my hair sucked so bad that I wanted to ask the fella to shave off all my hair. Then since i meeting Roller in an hour's time, I no mood to walk around alone. I went to the cleanest toilet in Tampines Mall, lowered the toilet seat cover, then sit down and lock the door. I started to console myself, but of course i didn't cry la, so sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson no.1, 'There's always a mountain taller than the other' chinese saying. Reversing the saying, it also means that there is always someone worse of than you. But who in the toilet is worse? So i started to 'imagine' to talk to my buddy. Meet the toilet door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously doors can't talk back. But there's always another solution. So my best pal, N70 popped out of the pocket and said 'Hey!' Sliding his backside open a camera revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, not that bad huh? But how often do u talk to people without facing them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/04072006227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah coolest hairstyle ever huh. Now all you people, go ahead and laugh all you like. Laugh like the world will be a boring place tmr. Ha Ha Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115202404479655194?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115202404479655194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115202404479655194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115202404479655194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115202404479655194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-ec-house_04.html' title='I HATE EC HOUSE.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115192715404342551</id><published>2006-07-03T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:46:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to pick up roller blading wif me?? T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, finally a long-delayed update! Wanted to update a few days ago, but too lazy to update. Just took a shower after a short 4hrs of school, not refreshed and still tired. Went to Subway last friday with Andi &amp; RoLLeR.. For the Subway 'Virgin' Bite!!&lt;br /&gt;Wah the experience there was quite horrible. First Andi and I went in, we were greeted by a RATHER warm welcome bah. Then that branch was rather empty bah. So we put down our bags and went to order..&lt;br /&gt;Then the first thing the person said was "Which length of sandwich would you like? 6inch or 1foot?" Wah then i stun there, how long was 1foot and 6inches?? Then i decided to ask. "How long is 6inches?" She replied that 6inch was half of a foot -_- Some answer. Then she decided to take out and show me both the lengths.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh then me and andi picked the 1foot sandwich, some parmesan cheese flavoured, then ask them cut into half then we share. Okay, tt's all abt the sandwich. We went abit to the right, then the guy ask me, "Which cookie would you like?" So i tot i'd have to pay like $2.90 for a cookie, since they were SO big. Then i just said No lor. So that guy asked again, "Sir, which cookie would you like?" Then i got abit irritated "I don't want a cookie!"&lt;br /&gt;I heard laughter behind me. Then I turn back and saw Roller laughing his head off. "You get a cookie with a combo la!" Andi told me. Wah, so embarrassing. I quickly selected my Chocolate Chip Cookie. I told Andi i want Ice Lemon Tea then i went back to my seat. So So So Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;After after Subway for the first time, I'd say it's not bad an experience. As for the food quality, i'd leave it to the picture to describe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Image295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Image295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an advertisement for Subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115192715404342551?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115192715404342551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115192715404342551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115192715404342551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115192715404342551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-wants-to-pick-up-roller-blading.html' title='Who wants to pick up roller blading wif me?? T.T'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115133695385868942</id><published>2006-06-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:49:14.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please tell me you can read the title!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school, if not for the class people, it'd suck real bad. Luckily CellBio practical wasn't that chim either. But the fun part came after school bah, went to Marina Square with Andi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of our dinner.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Grilled Chicken Set. Damn the sauce was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/GrilledChickenSet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/GrilledChickenSet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought Popiah in case my 'Main Dish' wasn't filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Popiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Popiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi said he found it weird that the Popiah got grounded peanuts. Isn't this normal? So far all the Popiah i have eaten got peanuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andi bought Hot Plate Noodles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/HotPlateNoodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/HotPlateNoodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, why was it called Hot Plate Noodles when the flame is under the soup and not the plate??&lt;br /&gt;Then he bought Fried Dumplings as a 'Side Dish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/FriedDumplings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/FriedDumplings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, isn't that impressively SMALL. He paid $3 for it, so not worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought desert!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/IceKachang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/IceKachang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very impressive either. Nonetheless a very filling dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone wanna pick up In-line skating with me? I wanna learn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115133695385868942?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115133695385868942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115133695385868942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115133695385868942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115133695385868942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-tell-me-you-can-read-title.html' title='Please tell me you can read the title!!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-115087936865445509</id><published>2006-06-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:42:48.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone even see the title??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's such a bore. Nowadays hardly even go out. Today actually can go out one. Budden, time and venue wasn't decided. And you asked THREE people? Aren't this shit meant to be decided by the 'organiser'. There is a reason why the organiser is called the ORGANISER. The reason is simple bcos the 'Organiser', is 'one that organizes'. Like duh. But in this case the organiser, organises bcos probably no one is interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So USUALLY, organisers do the preparing and planning. But WHY, wasn't the venue and time planned. WHY didn't we co-operate? Bcos we're not THAT interested! We told you who was free and whatnot. So the task was left to YOU to complete. And YOU, are not supposed to PUSH that responsibility to ME. You might ask, 'WHY?'  Well, the answer is above, but if you insist, I have a perfect answer for you. 'Bcos the sky so high.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so story ends. Sorry to YOU, but i had to post my dissatisfaction somewhere. And i do mean Sorry. If you don't accept it, feel free to whine at the tagboard. It's free, ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stress time, Cell Bio test is next week: Chapter 1-6. I, for sure, will not score well. And I am sure that my classmates will score better than me. (Now now Class Rep, don't tell me in the tagboard that you'll get lower, I'll dlt that msg) Now I, have some reasons why I will not score well. Now let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate to study : Don't tell me no choice. But hey, think again. There IS a choice, I can always give up and flunk my exams and tests. But I don't like to give up, I don't like to study either.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a short attention span : Have you (classmates) ever seen me in class for 10mins without talking? Or even moving?? I tell you it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;3. I procrastinate too much : Yes, have you seen me do my work 1 week before the deadline, NO. Why? No reason. Just a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 wonderfully beautiful reasons, like it or not. Don't offer solutions, they don't usually work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-115087936865445509?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115087936865445509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=115087936865445509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115087936865445509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/115087936865445509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-anyone-even-see-title.html' title='Can anyone even see the title??'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114986430145237333</id><published>2006-06-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:45:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Stuff Worth Getting Angry Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have TWO things to talk about in this post. Happy times and stuff worth getting angry over. Let's start with being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was CY's birthday, so we went Plaza Sing to celebrate. I actually thought of having some fancy buffet for dinner but Noooo, since we were all broke. That suggestion was thrown away. Ate Yoshinoya for lunch/dinner. To Yoshinoya: Your veggies suck. Pls give them a taste instead of the bitter veggie taste.&lt;br /&gt;So we passed by a LEGO shop, then RoLLeR went in to look for old models, I believe. Then duno Wenqi or John passed me the cape, ask me to wear. I didn't like the idea of being the idiot, so I asked Roller to wear those, surprisingly he did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/08062006076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/08062006076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE HAVE THE LEGO SHOP WARRIOR. Ain't the cape freakin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we went to watch the movie 'Cars', quite nice a movie, like all animations by Pixar. Worth watching on a weekday tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of happy story. Ranting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand why people are so unwilling to pay $10 for the upcoming class chalet. For goodness sake is $10 that much? Are your daily accessories and clothes worth more than ur pals? I wouldn't even mind paying $30. Now we barely have enough money to cover for the bbq and people like YOU ( you know who ) turn up! Yes this is a scolding/offense, whichever u deem it, this is not nagging, even if u don't read my blog or even if YOU do. Time to act upon ur mistakes! If you still insist on being correct, then be angry and whine to your close friends about how I talked about ur stinginess online. I MAY or MAY NOT have talked to you recently, so i won't know if you are in a financial crisis. If your family is in some trouble, oh well, what can I do. Maybe I'll send YOU a public apology if you send me a lawyer's letter (I'm pretty much broke too). Okay that pretty much sums up my dissatisfaction. Hopefully you're still human and you feel some guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114986430145237333?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114986430145237333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114986430145237333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114986430145237333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114986430145237333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-and-stuff-worth-getting-angry.html' title='Happy and Stuff Worth Getting Angry Over.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114921421531551002</id><published>2006-06-02T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:10:22.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooo!</title><content type='html'>Hardo Gay, Hooo! Recently this buzz has been going around my class, just like how Russell Peters have been repeated several times. And UNLIKE how Miss Swan has failed to impress me, but managed to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;The term break is finally coming, good news, nevertheless, good things don't last forever. The term break also means that we have to study for the 3 In-Course Assessments(ICA) during the term break! Stress, Hooo! &lt;br /&gt;Like I said, nothing lasts forever, so the stress will end. During the next vacation, will be stressed because we gotta go school again! Vicious Cycle, Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking forward to 1B22's BBQ/Birthday Party this Sunday. And 4E1 chalet on the 12th June. So much fun, hopefully. But first to struggle past e-learning week. I hope this online teaching really works, although I don't think it will. If this shit works, will there be teachers?! Then only 1 teacher for 1 subject will be hired, and to upload videos. Then he/she will go home and slack! Then the computer marks the online quizes! I'd like to be a teacher when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ALL you 'Mountain Turtles' and 'Frogs in Wells' who don't know who or WHAT Hard Gay is. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search=Hard+Gay&amp;search_type=search_videos"&gt;Me Link You.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off, Hooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114921421531551002?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114921421531551002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114921421531551002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114921421531551002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114921421531551002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/hooo.html' title='Hooo!'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114873426870294870</id><published>2006-05-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:51:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally another update.</title><content type='html'>I glanced at my blog today. The previous post was like.. so NONG ago? So i decided to post again!! If anyone wants to know abt how poly has been, lemme say it isn't that fun and cool like people before us said. Stress, but not really THAT stressful bah. Perhaps I procrastinate too much ler..&lt;br /&gt;I know my classmates heard it numerous times, but I'm still gonna say it. I think i got lowest for I&amp;OC Quiz. 32.5/50. MeiLun ur not the lowest ;) I've been pretty much bothered by it to the extent that I'm doing work during my weekends. I don't usually do this!! I'm using my 'break' time to blog :D&lt;br /&gt;As usual, no post is complete without a picture. So here are some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/TheGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/TheGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i posted a picture of the girls. But who cares. I'm in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/BlueClass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/BlueClass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was supposed to wear blue on this day.. Well, look at that extra fella in the first row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/ChemClass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/ChemClass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. My chem tcher's face sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys noticed, my face looks damn stupid in every photo. This is a perfect example of a non-photogenic(sp?)person. Zihao signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114873426870294870?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114873426870294870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114873426870294870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114873426870294870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114873426870294870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-another-update.html' title='Finally another update.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114689112471855102</id><published>2006-05-06T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:53:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 1B22 went to Cineleisure. Our very first class outing! Not really a 'Class' because only 12 went. Nonetheless the outing was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off by taking a few 'Neoprints', anyone can correct me? I dun think i really know the actual name. The shop was so cute, so many props for us to choose. I took a king's hat. Bings took a very very funny prop! Hahhaha! I don't think I have those pics of the prop ones, anyway I also don't wanna scan into comp xD After that, we realised we were late for the movie, MI3. We rushed down to level 6, I doubt we missed much of the movie. Lucky us. Then awhile later Khai Tuck and JunYu joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review Time : I feel that MI3 is a rather nice movie! Cool gadgets, swift infiltration, well planned operations. Action packed! I rate it.... 3.5/5!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we took another photo. But this time with a digicam, lemme upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the idiot with the stupid mouth action. After taking the pic, some of the people had to leave. Then left Bings, KhaiTuck, QiLu, HoFai, and I. Then after deciding to go play pool in Simei, HoFai decided to leave. Then halfway, I told KhaiTuck that Saturday got Archery. He sian already.. So we decided not to play. It then turns out that today's archery is not for us!! Sorry KhaiTuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back in Tampines, I met Roller at MRT platform, since I was so bored, I asked him to walk around TM with me. We went to TM basement to look for his hairspray. Then I saw some familiar people! Jacq, Amanda and Charlie! We talked for quite awhile, then I left them temporary to go Mei Zhen Xiang to look for my former colleague, then we decided to go out on next Wednesday. Wah met so many friends yesterday. Then Jacq, Amanda, Charlie, Roller and I took this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/DSC02894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/DSC02894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then we left for home. Wah, I nth else to say liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114689112471855102?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114689112471855102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114689112471855102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114689112471855102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114689112471855102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/delayed-update.html' title='Delayed Update'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114588696612364182</id><published>2006-04-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:11:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BrokeBack learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today in SP, I let curiousity and ask my pals, "I know brokeback means smth like gay, but where did it come from?" Everyone gave me a shocked face, "You never hear abt Brokeback Mountain ah?" Wah, felt like mountain turtle sia... So Brokeback Mountain is an American gay movie lar.. Wanna know more can go &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388795/plotsummary"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feeling like a loser, I went to ask some of my ex-classmates. Here is a brief summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey CY u know wad's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;CY: Yea, gay lor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where u hear from one?&lt;br /&gt;CY: My friends in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;KH: gay! brokebaCK MoUNTAIn.. dun go brokeback on me... dun becum a gay... low zihao has gone brokeback.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good job. (I didn't know what to reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;Joel: gay LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nooooo...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;JohnLow: hmm.. i have no idea wat it is abt.... sorry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;JohnGoh: duno... get from where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;Nix: dont know.. why.. broke his back lor... hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;Jos: i also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;LiWei: brokeback????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, what's a brokeback?&lt;br /&gt;Cass: (No reply, oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the simple questionaire, 5 out of 9 people do not know what a brokeback is. With the exception of a blank answer. So I'm not a loser! Nor am I a mountain turtle! Neither am I a frog in a well! A sincere word of thanks to all those frogs who didn't know what a brokeback is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114588696612364182?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114588696612364182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114588696612364182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114588696612364182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114588696612364182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/brokeback-learning.html' title='BrokeBack learning'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114571548916432597</id><published>2006-04-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:18:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's has been a long time..</title><content type='html'>I've not blogged for almost a week, sorry for the lack of updates. Everyday very tired, a very good reason not to blog xD. The first week of Poly quite relaxed, because all the briefings took place, except for Mathematics B and Chemistry(I&amp;OC). Then we ate our first(maybe second lunch) out! I think we ate at Jurong East Shopping Centre, actually I'm not sure, it's just at Jurong East. Let me dig out a picture.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/TheGuys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/TheGuys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to Chelsea for not uploading the one with her in it. I looked stupid in that photo and JunYu's eyes were closed. Not everyone was there because some go home le.. Anyway i joined Archery as a CCA, I wanted to join a club, but I don't know which to join... Very sad. Archery practices take place during the weekends with Sunday being optional, so.. yay! So far Poly has been fun, but I don't know what will happen in the next few weeks. I hope 1B22 will stay united, and get to know each another more, and squeeze into lifts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I didn't really mean the squeezing part. To Joey: Win liao lor.. Tell your friends that CY very blur. Nice impression you gave -__- And thx for sharing your fun at Poly with me. How "fun". =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114571548916432597?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114571548916432597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114571548916432597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114571548916432597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114571548916432597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-has-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s has been a long time..'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114494580342786573</id><published>2006-04-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:39:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't been blogging..</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for a few days, my sincere apologies to avid readers of my blog. I wonder who? Anyway, Flag Day is over and SPICE training is also over. Orientation is over. Lessons are starting!! :o&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day was quite a success, if I do say so myself. I've raised $45.55.. Not as much as the rest of 1B22, but at least I'm satisfied. However, I have to complain about those people that gave me an arrogant face when i asked for donations. Budden ah, this world is full of surprises. Not for me, but for some aunty I met. I asked "Aunty would you like to donate to the needy?" I had an immediate response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very funny la.. Budden the aunty's face really made a deep impression in me. I believe everyone in 1B22 worked hard on that day. I'll show you all a picture of the class if I have a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114494580342786573?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114494580342786573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114494580342786573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114494580342786573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114494580342786573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='I haven&apos;t been blogging..'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114466814145512883</id><published>2006-04-10T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:34:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman Orientation Programme</title><content type='html'>Today, in case you can't read the freakin' title, was my Freshman Orientation Programme. Saw my classmates for the first time, and decided the rest of the year isn't gonna be too rough-going. Meaning I don't think they guai lan or xia lan la..&lt;br /&gt;Zihao- One Bee Twenty Two!! (It's just 1B22, my class)&lt;br /&gt;We were also introduced to our Class Tutor, and sad to say i can't really understand the words that are comin' outta his mouth. Nvm bah, at least he's as bad as Mr Ngoh.&lt;br /&gt;Worse case, today we were given tins, gotta do flag day on the 12th April. You guys, please, support me!! At Boon Lay!!! Okay I believe when everyone reads 'Boon Lay' then you all dun wanna come liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/10042006129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/ShadowRaider/10042006129.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'D BETTER DONATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114466814145512883?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114466814145512883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114466814145512883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114466814145512883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114466814145512883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/freshman-orientation-programme.html' title='Freshman Orientation Programme'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114459169854710964</id><published>2006-04-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:09:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aikido. Lame Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Old pal, Joel Long aka Michael Long's Son xD, just told me on MSN that he missed me(not emotionally or mentally) in Aikido. I now thought back 3 yrs ago, the time when i joined Aikido, how interesting this art of self-defense was. However as I progressed from White - Orange - Blue - BlueGold - Brown - BrownGold, I found myself losing my interest in Aikido. Soon this interest wasn't enough to keep me going anymore. I'm also informed that Carlo, Avery, Amin and Khalid have progressed to Black Belt. Congratulations to the 4 of of you, regardless to the fact that you don't have my MSN or my blog address. For Joel, I hope that you will soon be prepared for your BlackBelt, and that you will be ready for the commitment that is neccessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: These aren't my last words, just me typing out my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114459169854710964?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114459169854710964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114459169854710964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114459169854710964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114459169854710964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/aikido-lame-post.html' title='Aikido. Lame Post.'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114442159649128666</id><published>2006-04-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:54:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick..</title><content type='html'>Quite a bad day today, had flu, can't talk properly, can't breathe properly, and worse, can't &lt;strong&gt;taste food properly.&lt;/strong&gt; In my current state of depression, I proudly present you my list of &lt;strong&gt;illnesses&lt;/strong&gt;, or so I call it, to you people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dental Fluorosis&lt;/strong&gt; - Dental fluorosis is an irreversible condition caused by excessive ingestion of fluoride during the tooth forming years. Fluoride causes dental fluorosis by damaging the enamel-forming cells, called ameloblasts. The damage to these cells results in a mineralization of the teeth, whereby the porosity of the enamel is increased. While the dental profession claims that dental fluorosis is solely a 'cosmetic' effect, and not a health effect, this statement is an assumption and not a fact. Bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it simply, as a stupid kid i probably drank lots of tap water and swallowed toothpaste. Result: My teeth are freakin' ugly, and maybe I'm damaged internally too. Read more on &lt;a href="http://www.fluoridealert.org/dental-fluorosis.htm"&gt;http://www.fluoridealert.org/dental-fluorosis.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motion Sickness&lt;/strong&gt; - Some people experience nausea and even vomiting when riding in an airplane, automobile, or amusement park ride, and this is called motion sickness. Many people experience motion sickness when riding on a boat or ship, and this is called seasickness even though it is the same disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, suppose you are sitting in the back seat of a moving car reading a book. Your inner ears and skin receptors will detect the motion of your travel, but your eyes see only the pages of your book. You could become "car sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why I usually travel on buses and MRT, not taxis or cars, if I have a choice. Info taken from &lt;a href="http://www.entnet.org/healthinfo/balance/dizziness.cfm"&gt;http://www.entnet.org/healthinfo/balance/dizziness.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acrophobia &lt;/strong&gt;- Acrophobia has been defined as a morbid fear of high places. Nothing much to emphasize on. Doesn't seem like an illness, but nvm, this makes my post look longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even look down from any 6th Storey building without feeling dizzy. That's sad. Info taken from &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/dimensions/dimensions_health/Transcripts/s821855.htm"&gt;http://www.abc.net.au/dimensions/dimensions_health/Transcripts/s821855.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my misery for today. This stupid things affect my social life, to a certain extent. Dental Fluorosis ensures that I &lt;em&gt;don't laugh too much. &lt;/em&gt;Acrophobia and motion sickness combined makes it a NoNo to RollerCoaster or Thrill rides. So don't pull me into amusement parks for fun, nor should anyone try to help me &lt;strong&gt;overcome&lt;/strong&gt; my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you find this post long and whiny, don't complain to me. Why come here in the first place, idiot? Secondly, the previous post was dated wrongly. Lastly, Congratulations to Andi for gaining your &lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt;, I sincerely hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114442159649128666?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114442159649128666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114442159649128666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114442159649128666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114442159649128666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick..'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25472210.post-114429396833023110</id><published>2006-04-06T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:26:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th April 2006, 11:16am</title><content type='html'>School is starting! Budden, I still quite worried. Actually most of it started last night, when I found out that all my Changkat Brothers that go into SP can login to the system, and I couldn't. Asked Nixon to log into my account, he could. And I could. Wtf. Then I started thinking that I had paid using a wrong student number. My payment slip wrote ****837, however in my state of panic, I assumed that it was ****738. I rolled on my bed for an hour before I could fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up today, I cleared my voice and called the Finance Department of SP. During the check I stupidly realised that my Student Numbers were filled in correctly. I calmed down upon realising my stupid blunder. Wah, I kept apologizing to that assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything's settled. I shall report to school on the 10th April for my Freshmen Orientation. At 1pm!! Not 8am, unlike some SP students (You know who you are!)... Hahahahaha!!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25472210-114429396833023110?l=zihaoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114429396833023110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25472210&amp;postID=114429396833023110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114429396833023110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25472210/posts/default/114429396833023110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zihaoblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/7th-april-2006-1116am.html' title='7th April 2006, 11:16am'/><author><name>Zihao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672886462786770363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
