<?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-21773608</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:56:12.534+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ximple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-4895156254260533832</id><published>2008-02-12T23:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:19:48.551+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAyGabMjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9RUJ8Nz_vo/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166051845773931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAyGabMjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9RUJ8Nz_vo/s320/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAyWabMkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZRia540hP3U/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166051850068898370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAyWabMkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZRia540hP3U/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAcWabMiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGUkW8SlKFQ/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166051472111776290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAcWabMiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGUkW8SlKFQ/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D:D:D first gt to say sori to all my friends in singapore if they still gt read my blog. i think its a yr since i blog le bah. very sori la. but reali didnt think anything was worth blogging de. cos its just normal life. n i also lost the touch of blogging le. haiz. even though i know probably no one will look at my blog i still will write it de. cos i want to keep it a memory forever de. cos today 12 feb 2008 is a very special day de. its a day when i achieve wat i wanted to achieve for a long time n im also very proud of my 小白 de. (Lexus 1996) start from morning bah. i woke up at 7 for a stupid interview for abotts watson scholarship. had to wear very formal. black pants tie n white shirt. it was my first time wearing so formal leh. considering the fact i didnt even attend sch ball. went to the interview room n sat at the sofa waiting. then i realise inside the room gt abt 10 pple. all members of board of trustees of ags. so intimidating lo. very da pai de. first i went to shake hands with everyone of them n sat down n they start asking questions loh. so nervous leh. even though i know i wont get the scholarship i still think i did well in the interview lo. haha was so song. n then i saw sam george who is the smartest guy n deputy head prefect in our sch going into the interview room after me. he was wearing sch blazers, tie with badges on it n stuff. so hardcore. at that moment i knew no way i gona get the scholarship le. then when i walk back to my car i saw the weather was so gd. cos the day before weather forecast its gona rain today. but the weather was awesome when i left the sch. so i started txted everyone asking if they want to go coromandel hot water beach for fun. its abt 3 hrs drive from auckland bah. then in the end the stupid weather turn bad again le. so in the end most of the pple couldnt go. n here comes the most impt part of the day le. when we were at bp waiting for thomas to get his magazines, joel n i agreed to still go coromandel even though if its just the 2 of us. even if its raining cats n dogs or even bird shit we will still go de. i was so hapi then cos joel actually wanted to go with me to a faraway place in that crap weather. since my previous rd trip to rotorua n coromandel i always wanted to drive the hilly areas in my 小白 n try some dangerous driving. even though this time there was no drifting the ride was still thrilling de. lucky for us, when we leaving at around 1230 the weather at auckland started turning beta. it was a gd start lo. then along the way it was all gd weather de. we went via the scenic route which is close to the sea so along the way we get to enjoy the scenery too loh. n we also came upon a long stretch of sea thats near cleveton i think. it was very long serene n mesmerising. the waters were so clear lo. n theres only a few pple fishing. we stopped there for a while to enjoy the view. then joel n i decided to go there nxt time to fish le. anyway when we reach the hot water beach it was 315 le bah. tru out the whole trip there there wasnt even a drop of rain lo. it was only when we were going back from the beach when there was a few mins of showers. when we gt back auckland n went han san restaurant to eat the weather was all gd de. anyway we went to play with the huge waves at the beach. there was plenty of sunshine lo n i think i gt sunburnt again le. it was also my first time there. n the water underground was tmd hot. when i stepped on a hot spot i was like wtf. its worse than sauna. haha n im also glad joel videoed the whole trip cos its reali a gd memory to recall in the future le. so now i gona announce the glorious achievements ive made this trip le : killed 2 birds while driving cos they not fast enough to fly away . so not my fault lah. so dont blame me ah. bypassed 5 cars in 1 go. overtook tons of other cars along the way. was driving at 150km/hr then bah. n the limit was 100km/h. drove to 170km/h once on our way back. my car max meter was 180, didnt dare to reach its limit. scared engine breakdown. drove to 160km/h going to the beach though. drove at around 80-90 at hilly areas where the spd limit is 45km/h. im reali proud of my 小白 of making such achievements de. its reali rare lo. gt to wash the car tmr cos gt bird shit n blood too bah. anyway nd to thank joel for entrusting his life to me n willing to risk too. cos it was reali dangerous bah. some of the roads were wet when we drove n some were giving out steam. cos water vapour evaporating from the roads since sun came out after the rain le. so some parts of rd the view was pretty blur de n we still manage to stay alive. i also nd to wish joel all the best in melbourne uni la doing engineering n hope u wont forget this trip we had together o. i will remember this day forever de . this is his blog bah. http://www.wretch.cc/blog/joel78915 and i think on it will hav photos n stuff. i too lazy to put all the photos down le cos too many photos le. just put a few to piss kev off bah. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-4895156254260533832?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/4895156254260533832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=4895156254260533832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/4895156254260533832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/4895156254260533832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2008/02/ddd-first-gt-to-say-sori-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_1oAciO_67WM/R7GAyGabMjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V9RUJ8Nz_vo/s72-c/DSC00846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-116692614890519861</id><published>2006-12-24T14:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:20:06.610+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too lazy to blog liao. cos life these days so boring. most of my friends went back to taiwan or overseas. no one to play with. my dear albert gone back taiwan. no one to train tennis with. so sad loh. n the weather so nice. no wind. medium clouds. not much sun. awesome loh. haiz. today i checked my bank account n realised ive enough money to return money to my father for the 2nd hand racing car. so hapi. now i only nd to work for nxt yrs stuff. like car's WOF &amp;amp; repairs n also go snowboarding bah. need to hav at least 3k for a fun 2007. work hard bah. now im freaking tired. yesterday work at burger king from 8 to closing. which is 2am. then after that still gt to clean the whole kitchen n lobby. cos i was new to closing business so i spend another half an hr more. n that wasnt even in the pay loh. in the end reach home at 5am. then in the morning 9am i still gt to go back to burger king n work. worse than midnight oil leh. so heavy the stocks n ive gt to move them by myself. back breaking loh. luckily this morning i doing front counter n not much pple. so can rest a bit. nxt week only work one day. but that day is actualli on my birthday. so suay. i cant even rest on my birthday. luckily after nxt week i gona go south island with my father n aunts family. then when we return, i gona plan a road trip with my friends without parents. its gona be one crazy ride tru north island. haiz. hope this month quickly end. cos its so unlucky. 2 accidents in1 mth. my new 2nd hand racing car nd to get repaired n can only get it nxt thurs. y drivers here so reckless ah? everytime their faults. haiz. ooo one more thing. my friends n i gt into auckland tele for some lame stuff. luckily our faces were blurred. if not very paiseh. hahaz. n ive also killed one bird while driving this month. reali canot drive alr lah. cyclist, parking warden, roundabts, parking ticket, towaway, 2 accidents, cops, i think i still gt one speeding ticket havent issued to me. make all the errors a driver can make. god bless me. hope to get at least one xtmas present from santa. cos my bank account now alr like still gt a 100 bucks left. now i gona watch my drama. some of jap drama quite nice. true story somemore. like densya (train boy) and one litre of tears. quite educational. teach us how to love n stuff. i alr finish desperate housewife season 2 lost season 2 prison break season 2 episode 13 n tons of movie. nothing to do but to watch movie loh. but luckily didnt get too fat. only gain 1 kg bah. slightli overweight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-116692614890519861?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/116692614890519861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=116692614890519861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116692614890519861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116692614890519861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-lazy-to-blog-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-116371115697139852</id><published>2006-11-17T09:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:05:56.983+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha long time never blog liao. cos of the stupid exams. fked up my englit one for sure. gona disappoint my parents this time. haiz. anyway, during this exam period a lot of things happen. things like i gt into accident n saved 3 of my friends lives including myself. a stupid reckless driver just turn right into us without even hesitatin to stop. haiz. now just gt to wait for insurance company to settle the cost with him. c him much he must pay us. hopefully 2k bah. then since my camry was too wrecked , i get to buy a new car. n gt a lexus modified from a toyota ED. its more like a racing car. n there r even stickers on it saying stuff abt racelogic. gt to take them off be4 im the target of cops liao. dont want to get caught for picking passengers up illegally. n its only cost 3.1k with the help of my aunts friends. quite cheap n worth. suspension is low and there r even bass in the car. much beta than my own car. i finally enjoyed driving. stil gt 2 more exams left. both bio. nxt week mon. now at my friends hse overnight stay to 'study' yet we spent whole night watching swordfish, lakehse and past guess show . i just realise it was so cool to get a gf from the future. maybe if im lucky enough i can get one. haha. n also learnt misdirection from swordfish. if only i can live the life of john trovolta. then life will be much exciting. im not living in my own world of fantasy btw. nothing is impossible . haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-116371115697139852?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/116371115697139852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=116371115697139852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116371115697139852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116371115697139852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-long-time-never-blog-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-116107126898791584</id><published>2006-10-17T20:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:47:49.000+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;just realised that iv been scolding vulgarities countless times recentli. swear words like fk, wtf, gan... r a part of me now. help vent my frustrations. though i doubt they will help. haiz. today just finish chem. so mafan. nd to prepare standard solutions ourselves. then for identification of ions we still nd to filter 2 times!!!. n all of this done in 1hr15min. in the end dont even hav time to finish. left 3 marks blank. then since im in 2nd session, i hav to go study room n wait for my turn. then found out that some pple cheat. pple in first session tell the answers to those in the 2nd session. wtf. even in cambridge leh. n its so easy to cheat. just use hps to txt one another. study centre so big. canot catch them red handed. so not fair. still gt 2 weeks to my nxt exam. so can relac n play now. just downloaded liero yesterday. being playing with my friend now, though its ancient. i still think its a gd game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, being thinking retrospectively abt my life here. just gt enlightened by my friends that ive done a lot of stupid n lame stuff n also met similar situations here in nzl. sadli, there is no way i could i hav done them  in singapore. gona list them out : first on the list is wat ive done today during chem pract. instead of the red rubber thingy we use for pipetting, here we use a bottle with a thin cap. then just use pressure diff to fill the pipette. when i was pipetting, the bottle didnt work. cant even get half the length of the pipette. pressure diff too little. then ask for a new one. still canot. then i despo liao. use my mouth to suck it. fast n efficient. did it twice be4 being stopped by teacher. cos its dangerous. n the acid is strong. so smart right? 2nd is at the supermarket PAK N SAVE here. i owe my friend an apology for not turning up at a sunrise outing. brought some wine to him. then hes at the supermarket n i stupidly walked in with the wine which is also sold in the supermarket. then when we walked out, security guard stopped us n literalli interrogated me. then call the area manager to fix the  problem. luckily i escaped with no charges or detention. how stupid can i get. it was quite shameful lah. everyone watching me n the manager. luckily i gt nothing to lose. cos my reputation here alr down the drains. hiaz. 3rd i think is the parking on yellow line n gt towed. or also park on the pedastrian path then get scolded by parking warden. so close to another ticket. 4th was also parking at a 20min parking place. so stupid. wasted 40 bucks in all. i think still gt a lot of incidents that portray my idiocy. but mental block now. cant wait to play liero with my friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also there r some things which i couldnt do in singapore n i did here. like watch sunrise lah and the stars. also attend parties . overnight party. drink wine n beer n stuff. talk to my friends one on one for a long time. both girls n boys. drive to school. go swimming almost everyday. play tennis n join a club. though i still suck at it. time fly so fast. faster than light. 2 more mths n its one yr away from singapore. 1 yr in nzl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr 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href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-realised-that-iv-been-scolding.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-116063789275702530</id><published>2006-10-12T20:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:24:52.776+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;still gt 4 more days till my cambridge exams. heck. just gt back my last terms results. fked up badli. nvm. its the past liao.as long as my parents dont nag. :D. today i was en route home from my grandparents hse, blockhouse bay, to my aunts house, epsom. on the lousy crap of junk was me, n both my cousin. one 5 n one 12 yrs old. guess wat. on the way, i nearly crashed with a car. n its a police car. though it does not gt the 6 letters printed over it, it gt the flashing blue n red lights. it didnt hav the siren though. so i couldnt know it was coming in the first place. i was using the right lane. n saw a car driving on the opposite direction using the right lane as well. so we were quite close. then out of the blue, another car literally vaporised behind the opposite car n overtook it in a split second. everything happen in a milisecond leh. i also dont know wat happen. i just swerve to the left to avoid direct collision. the undercover police car was travelling at 80km/h, at least. n i was travelling at 55km/h. i could feel its wind when it went past me. if we collided, instant death for both of us. all 3 of us in the car will die. think my crap car also dont hav air bag. so if hit, 100% mortality. my 12 yr old cousin saw it n was dumbfounded. so close to death. then i couldnt even post this blog or drink coke like wat im doing now. just realise that since i became a driver, my life has become more dangerous n exciting. i shld be a racer leh. everything happen so fast that i onli thought of death after 10 secs. maybe thats wat happen when pple meet in accident. didnt even thought of death. just dead. im a natural driver !!! to hav survived this ordeal. dont care liao. in the future im gona at least learn how to repair cars n improvised its compartments. so cool loh. haha. now too high. actuali intend to start study today. but now all my mind is abt cars. i can be a RACER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-116063789275702530?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/116063789275702530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=116063789275702530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116063789275702530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/116063789275702530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-gt-4-more-days-till-my-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-115932738771013639</id><published>2006-09-27T15:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:23:07.720+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the most tiring day in burger king. its also my best day too. work from 9 to 2. so busy until no break. then in the end i get a free meal leh. first time i get a free meal. so shuang. then it is still the cheesy bacon TC meal. today a guy from  burger king HQ come n check our progress. then i hav to do lot pick-up, (picking up rubbish). i nd to pick up all the rubbish in the carpark. including the one in the bushes, behind them. and also among the trees. so hard to reach loh. spend 1 n half hr just to pick up all the rubbish. seriousli dont understand y pple anyhow throw their rubbish. there r rubbish bins everywhere. plus y would anyone spend such an effort to throw the rubbish so inwards. fking hard to clean up leh. i rather them to throw the rubbish on the road. much more easier to pick up leh.  i also picked up 2 dead birds along the way n 20 bucks!!!. yup, i picked up 20 bucks n its free. then i was doing the broiler after that n the guy from HQ saw me n complimented i was doing a gd job leh. that i observe all the necessary requirements for food safety. of all the crew there, im the onli one to get praised leh. so shuang leh. then the manager also praised me leh. haha. but then i did all the menial work. manager c i big size n ask me to move all the new stocks into the fridge n freezer n label them. then i still nd to stock up the 2 ice machines. so tired loh. i think i nd to slp liao. later still gt a party to attend to. n its overnight one. with beer somemore. beta dont get made drunk by my friends. now im watching a korean series. the female lead actress is miss jing. so funny loh. title is millionare bride bah. after i watch this episode, im gona slp liao. gd luck u guys for ur promos bah. its onli promos. fail fail also wont die lah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-115932738771013639?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/115932738771013639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=115932738771013639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/115932738771013639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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unselectable="off"&gt;so shuang, holidays liao, heck the exam results. luckily we will onli receive them after the hols so dont nd to feel vexed. but then externals in like 3 weeks one. the major cambridge one. haiz. c first bah. looks like i gt to start studying again. even though hols now onli 2 weeks, i alr very bored liao. nothing to do. always ask my friend out to play tennis. then go some of their houses to hav dinner or hav party. they drink leh, n its hardcore one. hahaz. im a gd boy n dont drink. my aunt went to US disney land liao. so the house now very quiet. then this week decide to work hardout burgerking. 29 hrs bah. including weekends. hope i wont be exhausted. tmr going my friends hse to hav bbq party. overnight stay with beer. girls stay in one of my friends hse n boys in the other. just a strt across. then friday still gt another bbq. beta start exercising. if not. fat again. im starting to get muscles deterioration liao. not much exercise during exams. everyday eat shit study slp. plus i was sick. think i nd to start going gym n swim liao. tennis n basketball not enough lah. then recentli im always watching the korean series. i watch n eat chips at the same time. go burger king work also buy the food there at half price. gt the cheesy tendercrispy chicken burger. quite nice without the bbq sauce. spend on my money on food again. the money aunt give me for dinner for like 10 days i think i alr spend them all in 3 days. haiz. nd to fork out my own liao. god bless my pockets man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-115926498433193245?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-115822670497683826</id><published>2006-09-14T21:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:38:24.996+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;chem exams tmr n yet stupid me posting now. smart right?. haiz. right be4 the exams fall sick n this is the worst one i had this yr. it has evolved from a simple cough to a flu and cough. to a running fever and to vomiting. yesterday after dinner, i felt tired n went to bed at 730pm!!! then after a while, my stomach regurgitated and luckily i move to the toilet with adequate spd. think its cos my stomach too weak liao. eat too much medicine in the past few days. started taking pills on sunday. think ive alr finished a packet of panadol. some bottle of cough medicine. one pack on contacts. and another pack of pills. yet now  still so sick. feel rip off leh. wheres my immune system??? n thks to this illness,  havent been online for 3 consecutive days. this is the first time since i came to nzl leh. all day slp. slp for 12 hrs yesterday. then nxt week still gt the englit exams which i fear most. millions of words to study. tons of poems to know. keats can reali kill leh. mill on the floss is reali taking my toll. n the julius casear. i c nothing but crap in it. still gt glass menagerie. so fked up loh. chemistry still gt so much to study. who the hell wants to know how organic molecules react?. wtf is 2,4 DNPH???hell i know loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-115761851019628336</id><published>2006-09-07T20:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:41:50.216+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;fk loh, just receive the invoice of my car WOF (warrent of fitness) and full service. freaking $562.58. and $60.28 is fking gst. im totali exasperated. the right indicator cost me a total of 220 bucks. im going poor again. looks like i can only be a pauper here. 80 hrs of work in the unhumanli burger king. 80 hrs of torture and landed me a car which has now become more safe and noisy. the handbrake hav become so senstive that i onli nd to pull a little bit. haizz. its more difficult to drive now. brake so senstive and accelerator so slow. and due to its repairs. i actuali didnt drive for consecutive 2 days. this has never happened be4 since started driving leh. also thanks to it, i wag sch just to learn how to take the bus to city n back. then i also get to visit the legendary library of auckland university. like old building and damn quiet lah. but i still prefer the ones in singapore. i was supposed to go there with my friends n study. n yet i spent time exploring the place n watching the scenery there cos its very near the sky city. so shit now. exams around the corner. nxt week my doomsday. especiali for the elit. fk keats and casear. spirits still haunting us all the time. not going to take elit nxt yr. be a typical asian n take asian 4. math n triple science. haizzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-115761851019628336?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/115761851019628336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=115761851019628336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/115761851019628336'/><link rel='self' 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width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;suddenli realised how peaceful a monkhood is. talking to gab has actualli enlightened. salvaged me from the deep pit. haha luckily i didnt fall in it. i think im just going to earn enough money to buy a plot of land back in china n go farm. live hapily after. no more weariness, no more fret. learn to love the nature . sit on the rocking chair n admire the sunrise to sunset to stars. get a few dogs. n horses. live like those in america old shows. hav fields like the ones in the movie signs. no competition. no conflicts. awesome man. anyway these few days kind of siannned n nostalgic. keep thinking of jurong west st 52 blk 511. rulang primary. rv. JE. jurong point. west coast park. suntec. jurong east sports complex. chinese garden n japanese garden. teban gardens.most imptly my grp of friends there. here is boring as. time fly so fast. n i find myself either doing nothing or the same thing over n over again. studies so slack. all day play. haiz. i reali wish i can be ks liao. wondered wat would i become if i still stayed in singapore. continue ksing bah. continue rejecting to go claz outings. hahaz  just realise i changed a lot since i came here. just 9 mths here. n my reputation is worse than the one in singapore. all kinds of rumours n stuff. but one thing never changes : i still get bullied leh. haiz.. anway. im like closing on 80 kg liao. despite going gym swimming tennis n other stuff. still cant lose weight. haiz. i think im going to be obese soon. like a hippo. aniway. to all those in singapore who still remember a guy called cly. if u r free. pls come n visit me leh. i can teach u driving. n its for free!!!&lt;br 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href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/08/suddenli-realised-how-peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-115520759203250354</id><published>2006-08-10T22:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:59:52.063+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. so screwed now. today gt to slp in the living room. cos my room gt disinfected. dont know y im so shuay. didnt do enough gd deeds bah. stupid bugs. bite me. now i gt like all kinds of red spots on my body. dont know when it will fade away. then now im like in the 2nd floor. sitting near the stairways typing on the laptop. cos downstairs reception too lousy. cant even use the net properly. haizz. then recently my aunts friend daughter come n live with us cos her mum gt to settle something serious. then its like she dont slp one. all day on tv. watching the stupid pokemon n its still the first version. the pallet town n stuff.  then she eats the same amt as me. n she misses her mum so much. cried so many times. when i heard the mushy stuff she said on the phone to her mum, i was aghast. cant stand the mushy thing. think they at least kissed 10 times be4 one of them put down the phone. muahmuahmuahmuah MUAH they still hav to beg the other one to put down the phone first . haiz. n shes 10 n shld be considered to be a big girl now. if i only im like 10% of her. then at least my parents will feel some warmth bah. god bless i can slp today in the couch. shes still watching pokemon now btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-115520759203250354?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-115493758385958163</id><published>2006-08-07T19:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:59:43.860+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, though i didnt go ags n eggs ball i still went to the afterball for both. both held at thomas and christine's hse. one night was overnight stay. play until we all feel slpy. kind of fun. also can make use of the time to talk to my friends in singapore.cos now i seldom stay up so late. canot tahan alr. then c all of them wearing ball dress n tuxedos. super nice. dashing. glamorous. some even look like ceo princes n princess. heard that they dance there and had a lot of fun. kind of envious, but nvm lah. i wont want to waste hundreds of dollars though its a once of a lifetime. canot afford the luxury. haiz. life of an independent pauper. just gt to persevere. we played quite a number of games at the afterball. like kissing game n stuff. luckily i didnt get kissed or kiss anyone. so my first kiss is still preserved n undainted. anyway, this sat another party at jeffs. this time is brokebacks n with beer bah. plus no parents cos his went back to taiwan. haha, cant imagine wats gona happen this time. gona be hardcore drinking n puking. but since ive alr decided to be a gd boy, i wont drink. instead i will stop my friends from drinking too much. :) hahaz cant wait for this sat to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-115493758385958163?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/115493758385958163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=115493758385958163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/115493758385958163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/115493758385958163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha-though-i-didnt-go-ags-n-eggs-ball_07.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-115391357027181896</id><published>2006-07-26T23:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:34:16.266+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="67feaf23"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haiz, i shld hav written this post yesterday. cos yesterday was one yr anniversary since the birth of this blog. think i alr deleted n used 3 blogs bah n this one still remain unravished in the passage of time. haha. took me quite a while to remember it. then i just now deleted my msn space liao. too stuffed to write in that black world anymore. dont ask me y btw. our sch ball is in like 2 days. held at skycity which is quite high claz lah. didnt buy ticket this yr . doubt i will be buying nxt yr bah. lifes here is quite interesting lah. apart from sch, everything is gd. except im now pissed with the govt for increasing the oil tax. 1 litre cost 176.9cents liao. increased tremendously from 170.9. y is it that citizens hav to suffer when the country is not doing well n the currency is dropping its value? haizz. so as expected, im poorer now these days. dont know y these days suddenli think of my secondary sch days. soccer with gab n qingsheng n junjie n yongsoon n eugene. basketball with 2e haoting ruijie jianming kaixuan. tabletnnis with yixin. tan kah kee with haoting n mrs lee lim mui. cycle to west coast park with nichuan n weekiat. suntec with nichuan too. how to say leh. just wish i can do these once more time. still remember liu yang. mr chan. n L2M. 3 most memorable teachers. doubt i will meet such teachers here bah. then still miss wet market n JE n jurong point. enough of these reminiscence. though i think i only going to spend like 5 or 6 yrs here, hope i can forge some memories bah. friends i made here r quite cool. fun to be with. everyday play. then go to their hse to party. think they going to hav a party this sat for those not going ball. its gona be one hell of a party bah. hopefulli no parents n lots of beer. if not, i not going bah. haha..:p to all those guys in singapore who still remember the ks guy cly, thank u lah, hope u guys can come n visit me some day, i promise i will be the best host i ever can be. btw, i done wat u guys told me to do liao. feel free to check it out. nitz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-115260720124065395</id><published>2006-07-11T20:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:40:01.256+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys sori lah, like ages since i posted here. now i normally post at my msn space, so feel free to check it out n leave any comments. i just gt home from skiing n snowboarding n it was quite fun. went with my friends and their parents. snowboard 2 days n ski 1 day. wasted my day skiing. it was so boring. but snowboarding was much more fun. finalli able to slide down the hill without falling over on the last day. think i going nxt term hols bah if theres still some snow at whakapapa. then this time i gona organise myself with no parents. drive there too.hire a big n better car. not like this time. buttocks still reddish n swollen. find it easier to stand than sit. haizz. gona improve my skills nxt time. hahaz. so how are u guys. long time never talk to u liao. especially gab right...&lt;br /&gt;dont know what singapore is like now. dont even know the life of jcs. must be quite tiring n busy bah. with much more autonomy unlike here bah. here still treat the 17 n 18 yr olds like sec sch. only gd thing is that they can drive n park their car in school. then the syllabus here also not so difficult bah. i think the stuff u guys learnt this yr is what we r going to learn for 2 yrs. haha. anyway gt to unpack my stuff n hav a gd night slp bah. also pls visit me if u guys r free. i only spent like 260 for 3 days n 2 night for skiing this time. so it should be quite cheap bah. the only prob is the air ticket. hope to c u guys soon. hehe.&lt;div 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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-21773608.post-114794216432782877</id><published>2006-05-18T20:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:49:24.346+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fkfkfk, i really want to kill myself. today damn unlucky. i totally speechless. so pissed off with myself. i actually wanted to study tonight for my 3 common test tmr : physic math n bio. but then i give up now. totally in dismal. no spirit. no motivation. today at sch i went to play basketball. then my game was finished n i walk out of the court. out of the blue, a ball came smashing right into my right face, damn hurting, then i bent down a little n another ball came flying towards me. it was so close to hitting my left face. how unlucky can i get?? my ear is still burning hot now due to the friction. then when i was sending my granny home from grocery shopping, i got into an accident. i was turning right from the main rd to a small rd. i let a car turn left to the small rd n i just turn right, without bothering to check whether if theres still any car on the opposite lane, cos i thought theres no one liao. then there was this cyclist travelling at fast spd n i didnt c her. it happen all within a sec n she was like onto the floor. think she knocked onto my car n fell to the ground cos her bike was a bit tilted. only a slight scratch on my car. luckily she wasnt hurt at all. no bruise no blood. all thks to her fast reaction to swerve. haiz,,, im really so dead. within these 5 mths of driving, ive committed all the crimes a driver can hav. shit man. now i nd to pay her if she sent her bike to repair.hope it wont cost me a bomb. the bike shes riding also very old alr. kind of mountain bike. i really now hope its not a lot n i can solve the prob as fast as possible. so that i can hav gd nights slp. god bless me. i really shldnt be driving on the rd. i just said that i would drive safely a few days ago n yet i gt myself into deep shit. sorri man, i dont think im capable enough to teach puchen or thomas alr. the blind leading the blind. i think i going to hate driving. no. i think im scared of driving... my driving skills really suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114794216432782877?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114794216432782877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114794216432782877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114794216432782877'/><link rel='self' 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i did another stupid thing regarding my car again. i actually knocked onto the gate which is damn stupid. scratched the left indicator light a bit n a bit came off. so i finally decided from today onwards, i will drive safely. no more drifting n playing. even if i go mteden, i will drive safely. this will last till i gt my restricted which is at the end of june bah. i think i going to register soon. before that maybe i will want to repair my car. repaint a bit n fix a thing or 2. im gona drive like a noob. im gona be as safe as possible. i gona get the restricted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114767614485341995?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114767614485341995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114767614485341995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114767614485341995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114767614485341995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah-its-like-9-degrees-now-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114690589535995526</id><published>2006-05-06T20:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:58:15.373+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly realise that im becoming a dangerous driver. dangerous i mean taking chances with my own life. i was waiting to turn right off the main road n was a few metres away from the small driveway i was going to turn in. there was a lot of traffic n i was getting impatient. taking my chances, i swerved to the opposite lane, drove forward n saw a car driving in my direction. i then turn right n luckily didnt get into a headon collision. the prob with me is that i didnt get scared the shit out of me. its normal for me alr. omg, i think im really going to fail my restricted which is only coming in june. if i still persists my way, i dont think i can even last till june. my friend jeff is having his restricted like in days n i really hope he can breeze tru it (this is definitely a overstatement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today when i was driving from my grandparents hse in blkhse bay, i saw the cloudless sky dotted with stars. i suddenly wanted to go mteden hill or cornwall park. or maybe tmr go watch sunrise like wat i did in the hols. but then i realise its sch now n i still gt tabletennis at 8am tmr. i alr canclled one last time. this time better dont if not coach will be pissed. sch bag havent even open n a day is alr gone. think this is the best day of the week. no bks. just balls... wat i mean is tabletennis n tennis. hopefully i will figure out a time when i can go swimming on a regular basis. then my goal for ebs will be achieved ( even though its impossible or nothing, i still want to try) then when i reach home, i saw 2 bmws parked outside my neighbours hse. same model n car. only car plate diff. damn cool. think it will cost me 40 yrs to get one bmw n i dont think it will last one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114690589535995526?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-114664787703861966</id><published>2006-05-03T20:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:17:57.050+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!!! the metamorphosis of liyuan into lex is now complete. rest assured that these 2 r antithetically parallel. liyuan is a kiasu nerd who is also an ass (antisocialsyndrome) does not know how to communicate with girls. despite spending half of his time at sports n studies, he accomplished nothing but failure. friends in singapore would know that by heart. but luckily liyuan will cease to exist in this world. lex will take over n im comvinced that hes better. hopefull, lex's physiognomy n physical features will also improve. (im starting to exercise now) so when the friends in singapore sees me, pls dont expect that im liyuan. n to my friends in auckland, u r fortunate not to experience my past. even though im just a fleeting image in ur lives, let me leave an impression :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk enough of these crap, today when i just drove outside my gate, i saw 2 police cars. one at manukau rd and the other at drive. then when i was picking up my cousin, i saw another police car. amazingly, i didnt frown or shiver at the sight of them. ive overcome my policecarphobia liao.:P then in the afternoon, it was raining with no thunder or lightning. it was kind of capricious. then a rainbow came out, damn nice, largest i seen in my lifetime. still gt a companion above it, although fainter, it was magnificent. then my cousin is like wanting to get closer to the rainbow. so we drove to the pot of the gold at the end of the rainbow. but as we try to go further, the rainbow keeps moving away from us,like dont want to know us to get the gold or something. haiz... then also since its raining, i went to drive kevin karlson n lin home. then around a curve i drove quite fast n drifted a bit. then a ags boy saw n was like in shock or disgust or somthing. hope that i wont get reported in sch. but my car is now quite obvious among the norm cars, with literally no doors n wheels.(both wheels n doors r being scratched, not all by me of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114664787703861966?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114664787703861966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114664787703861966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114664787703861966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114664787703861966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-metamorphosis-of-liyuan-into-lex.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114634798247278641</id><published>2006-04-30T09:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:59:42.486+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today damn shuang, went to c the sunrise with thomas michelle n hannah. it was like 5am in the morning n pitch dark. i picked them up n we went via the broadway to the tamaki drive so that we can c the sea. it was damn cool, especially for me since there are so few cars on the road. really feel like going above 70km/h. but well, im still a learners. better to be safe than caught. then we went to the mission bay first n tried to c the sun. can only c hues of the orange rays n theres also a lot of clouds. so practically cant c the sun. so after staying for a while, we went to drive further eastwards hoping that we can get past all the curves n cliffs n buildings. then thomas say that we r like punks, going out so early just to c sunrise. he say in taiwan those who go to play pool r really gangsters n stuff n they smoke n take drugs. ive been going pool for like 5 times a week this hols. just imagine how bad i can be. then still go thomas hse overstay for 2 or 3 nights. haiz. me getting hopeless... k k back to sunrise... we went to the ladies bay in the end which is quite east of the city further than kohirama. the view was spectacular. even though the sun was alr half above the horizon, it was still breathtaking. it has been like 3 mths since i c a sunrise. every sunrise is just so different, there can never be 2 identical ones. it was a pity that i didnt bring my camera, but then even the pictures cant portray truthfully abt the real scene. the sea breeze, the sound of the waves n blah blah blah. totally awesome. then we went down the cliff n went onto the small shore right down the cliff. theres even the geographical stacks n stumps n we r on the wavecut platform. then still gt boulders of sandstones where we can carve our names on it. i carved my new name LEX on one of them. hopefully it will still stay when i go there nxt time. i intend to canoe there n maybe set up a camp or smthing. canoe to the small island near the coast n camp there overnight. then can c stars n sunset n sunrise at the same time. superdupercool. this is wat i called as life. to enjoy life. :D one more thing i realise today, driving early is really cool. u can do a lot of stunts n literally race along those small drives. all the skid marks n screeching sounds. i also did wheel burnout in mission bay where theres no one. go at 70 n no one bothers. then when i was going home after dropping thomas they all off, i did the longest n loudest sharp turn of my 4 mth career as a driver. almost last for 3 secs n the car rear really swerve hard. i was exhilarated when i return back to my normal state. hopefully theres no skid marks there. then in the same time gt another jeep coming from the drive n i was suddenly shocked n afraid that it could be a police car. luckily its not n i live to tell the tale. the pple in the jeep were like wat the hell kind of expression. cant imagine wat i'll be like when i gt my full lisence. the roads will be mine. :p&lt;br /&gt;tmr sch reopens n we nd to go sch alr. being playing the whole hols. albert ask me just now whether i want to go play tennis today. then after that i think i go cut my hair. it really nds a trim. lifes goes on from now on. i hope that nxt hols will be even more fun. fingers crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114634798247278641?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114634798247278641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114634798247278641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114634798247278641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114634798247278641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-damn-shuang-went-to-c-sunrise.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114563164713708923</id><published>2006-04-22T02:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T03:01:30.173+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>today went to my friends hse n party didnt know that today was friday. so played until forget the time then its like 11pm n i cant drive now. cos its the friday night n pple r drinking. police cars r rampant stopping cars now n then trying to catch who drives n drinks. haiz. so no way but to bother my friends n stay at their hse. this week really boring. other than swimming, tennis n pool nothing to do liao. so sian. then receive 2 shocking news. one is from here. a 22 yrold guy get kidnapped n chopped into pieces n dump in suitcases into the sea. somewat like those happen in singapore. similar cases. then another i heard from weekiat.&lt;a href="http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&amp;click_id=126&amp;amp;art_id=qw1145412720913R131"&gt;http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&amp;click_id=126&amp;amp;art_id=qw1145412720913R131&lt;/a&gt; the stupid guy who thinks that he has small penis n went to commit suicide. hes really stupid. i was speechless when i saw it. might as well take viagra instead of vitamins. the doctor alr say his is normal.yet he still go jump. haiz. dont know when i will become like him. if that happens, i will first write a note whose private parts r smaller than me. at least i die with dignity. then weekiat still tell me that hc has the highest abortion rate among all the jcs. n i actually thought hc is the best jc. haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-114412383376131746</id><published>2006-04-04T15:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:10:33.800+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i gt the 2 shocks of my life. first is in the morning before sch. i was travelling tru the drive to sch. then i realise that there r policemen doing random spot checks on drivers. i was damn shocked. if im been asked to stop, i would be so dead. cos im now driving illegally. my learner license would be confiscated. i would hav to pay fine. walk to n fro sch everyday from then onwards. had to wait a longer time before i can take my restricted test. wat a close shave. there is abt 10 cops there n luckily 8 of them r busy n the rest 2 r directing traffic. god is so kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after sch, it was raining. i was turning at a huge traffic junction. it was a very hard turn more like 270 degrees n i lost control of the car. the car skidded for 1 sec n i was lucky it had not been longer. god bless me. the feeling that i cant control my wheels was really frightening n its at a busy junction. that must be wat the stunt drivers felt at the same time. the car driving on its own. crazy. i was quite blessed not to get into any accident. holy christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114412383376131746?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114412383376131746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114412383376131746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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made a new friend n gt very pissed by my cousin. shes totally hopeless. show me disrespect, snatch my stuff without asking , treats me as a chauffeur, tell me when to pick her up then i hav to go. no lateness tolerated wat crap. then today when she got off the car, she banged the door real hard. i give up.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, when i was waiting to send her to my ags sch, since her dance competition is there, i saw a few of my friends playing bb n went to join, then along the way, i asked a lonely guy to play with us. n discover that hes from liaoning in china. kind of in the same situation as me. here without his parents living with his aunt. hes being here for 1 yr. gt his restricted license. better than me. drive a same brand car as me. camry. but much better n newer. haiz, if only my car is newer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114388057964950093?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-114344056461705703</id><published>2006-03-27T17:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:22:44.630+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive given up hope on my 2 cousins. absolutely no chance of revival or any improvements in their characters. my only consolation is that my sis is not like them. holy jesus christ amen. i once thought that my aunt was harsh with my niece. now, i doubt so. i even feel that the punishments r too light.use a whip instead of a feather. change their habits before its too late. sadly, its not going to happen. their father n grandparents spoils them , spoonfeeding them, carry them along each step. treat them as kings n queens. i once tried to change them, modify their mistakes one at a time. up till now, nothing has changed. my tolerance is over the threshold, it has crossed the line. n i take my hands off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know y n how i get the feeling. but somewhere deep within, i feel that i lack something. i dont know wat, but i feel that my life is not complete. smthings missing. something that i feel is impt to me. smething that will make me happier. but im too ignorant to know wat it is. im lost......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114344056461705703?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114344056461705703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114344056461705703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114344056461705703'/><link rel='self' 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joined another club, the chinese board games club. now i gt like 4 n a half cca. tennis. i still dont know which team im in n havent been in any training though i know my name is in there somewhere. table tennis. im now training outside the sch. im in a b grade team in sch n we trash others totally. chinese drama club . i havent attend a single meeting of it n hopefully theres no projects going on. chinese board games club. go there every tues n wed during lunchtime to play. gt a few tournaments coming on.the choir, just go there n c c n support my friends. i also took my photo for my id card n it really look different from the one i took for my driving license card. so strange. anyway, i dont know y girls like to talk on the phone so much. my cousin uses the phone everyday n talks at least for an hr a day. then she sms her friends every single sec. her mum will shout at her just to keep her away from the phone. then she spend 50 bucks each week just on sms n canot sms for the rest of the mth. i spend like 50 bucks for 5 mths. wats there to talk abt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114300487240586658?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114300487240586658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114300487240586658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114300487240586658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114300487240586658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-support-my-friends-at-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114275273199132129</id><published>2006-03-19T19:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:18:52.006+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend damn busy, but very shuang. finally starting to enjoy life in nzl.&lt;br /&gt;sat morning wake up late. 2pm gt table tennis with the coach. after that go fetch my cousin from her maths claz. then go eat buffet n steamboat at night. 11pm then reach home. stay until 2 am to chat with my friends. realised that theres the daylight saving thing. so now nzl is 4 hrs diff from sing n 6 hrs diff from canada. easier to chat then.woke up at 10 the nxt day.1030 went to pick up my friends to go bowling n play pool. 3 hrs cost 15 bucks plus shoes. not bad. we played like 7 games each. i finally master how to spin the ball correctly. afterwards went korean restaurant to eat. then go play pool. cost 5 bucks an hr. not bad a deal. i decide to go again nxt week. after that went sch to play tennis with my other batch of friends. albert n lin damn pro. hope they can train me up. then went to c if bb courts gt any friends playing bb. sadly, they have gone. so just went home. very tired.but very happi. shit.tmr still nd to go to sch. really hope that everyday is sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114275273199132129?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114275273199132129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>f bartley. smash my head today in front the whole claz today cos i wrote on the test pp. i didnt hear him say not to write n i just write. so he hit me with the stack of paper holding in his hands. luckily i blocked, if not i must report to dean or principal. only a single sheet of pp n he beat pple up. wat a ruffian. we all think hes racist, hates asians, everytime picks on chinese. the irony is that his wife is a chinese, came from taiwan. he dont know how to teach. only knows how to whack pple. my physic gone liao. sad. anyway, my friend ask me to go for audition for choir, i say he crazy. dont know y boys here like to sing so much. some go kbox every wk. siao, its cheap though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114240083693114866?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-114224180742095001</id><published>2006-03-13T21:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:23:31.220+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today damn suay. my head took most of the blows n it really hurts. dont know who curse me until like that. during lunchtime, i went to play bb. then a bb stuck my head like an atomic bomb. then when i was trying to get a ball, i knock into another person n my left hemisphere was groaning. wat kind of skull is the other guy made of? steel?after that gt math claz. during the lesson, i went to pick up smthing n when i gt up, my head knock into the edge of the old notice board. luckily the board dont hav nails. otherwise i will be so dead. then when i gt into my car, i bumped onto the car ceiling. siao loh, how many knocks can a head handle? suay until like that. gan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 mths in nzl n i still dont know wat sport to concentrate. i actually wanted tennis but very hard, cos here only a few chinese play tennis n their tennis not very gd. now i still on the waiting list for the teams in preseason. gt to wait till nxt term.except im now playing every fri evening in an external club. don tknow if i can still make it, like ian. nxt is table tennis. i hates tt cos of my stupid coach. now gt no choice but to play this. joined the preseason teams n play. found my \self a coach. 30 bucks an hr. i think im going to go broke cos i at least train 2 hrs a week. then still gt other sports the sch hav. like rugby n cricket. but i not interested. soccer is no chance for me. swimming or water polo can drown me. crosscountry unless im crazy. chess till i slp. dont know y dont hav bowling.then can bowl everyday for free. badminton also canot, cos of my tennis. i cant play these 2 at the same time, so must make sacrifice. mountain biking n race biking also canot cos bike too lousy.wanted to try yachting or rowing, but scared of the sun, later get skin cancer. ags very little clubs to join. my friend ask me join the asian cultural grp. something like cldds , still gt auditions. i just join as backstage crew. but then now think gt no projects. sian, really gt nothing to focus on. tennis n table tennis play until so lan. can give up alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114224180742095001?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114224180742095001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114224180742095001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to the stupid bus company. the bus didnt come. dont know wat reason. just too lazy to come. we waited for 1 n half hr. then teacher announced the trip has been cancelled. wat a bad day to begin with. then the teacher told us  that we were to go home n pack our bags n come back for sch. obviously, half of us didnt want to go sch n we just went home n never came back. even though the sch still havent start. i went to my friends hse to play ps2. then in the afternoons went to a stadium to play table tennis to train my friend. saw the guy who represented auckland n hes a coach too. damn pro. then after that, i went to pick up my cousin to send her to dancing academy. did the most idiotic thing on the way there. i overtake a car near a traffic light n i used the opposite lane to overtake. didnt realise that until ive passed the car. phew. luckily theres no police cars. if not i will be at the police station. then i also did the most incredible thing when i went to pick up my cousin at her intermediate sch. i think ive really changed after that incident. more open n daring. but im not going to say wat i did. haiz. days here r definitely more exciting than those in sing. maybe cos i gt no parents beside n i make choices on my own. im really experiencing a lot......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114188033177163002?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114188033177163002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114188033177163002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114188033177163002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114188033177163002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-realised-that-ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114179631112475862</id><published>2006-03-08T18:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:38:31.136+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i skipped my physic claz n went to the library n slack. didnt know that pon claz is so fun. damn shuang. dont nd to c the face of that idiotic teacher. we roam around the library n sat down to chat. the teacher there dont bother cos she thinks that its a free period. then the physic teacher also didnt notice that we were not in claz even though there r only abt 30 pple in the claz. so lucky. i think im going to do it a 2nd time. but theres always retribution i think. in the afternoons, i gt fined again for my parking. cos i parked longer than 20min outside a shopping mall. didnt c the damn signboard. shld hav parked inside the carpark which is free. wasted. fined $35 just for nothing when i can parked for like 2 hrs for free. just another impt lesson ive learnt. there wont be a nxt time, i promise. i think i spend a lot just for the fines on the car. total amount to 300 bucks plus the towaway fine n the tints n also the WOF. im now broke. canot buy any snacks or stuff. hope that i can struck lottery then get damn rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr i going on a bio trip to goat island. 7am to 7am. long time never wake up so early. dont know if i still can make it. plus i still nd to pick up my friend. hope it would be a better day than today. hope it doesnt rain tmr as we going scuba diving. hav only tried once n its quite fun. i must remember to put sunscreen or else skin cancer is just a few mths away. here the uv rays r strong cos i think theres a hole in the ozone layer. sad story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114179631112475862?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114179631112475862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114179631112475862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114179631112475862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114179631112475862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-skipped-my-physic-claz-n-went.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114162473678345872</id><published>2006-03-06T18:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:58:56.796+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i was taught a very impt lesson by a caucasion who work in a car workshop. i suddenly realise how true his words r n im glad that i notice it earlier. he was the guy who help me do my WOF, warrant of fitness, for my car n ive to thank him. i think hes much a better teacher then some in my sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first on the list is the physic teacher. he really suck n im always slping in his claz since i was sitting at the last row. vulgarities such as bullshit n ...... r  words that come out from his mouth. he always scolds us for small mistakes n demoralise us. u r a bunch of worthless brats. u wont pass the exams. i dont expect to c half of u nxt yr n bla bla bla. everyday, ive to suffer his nonsense n he dont even know how to teach. how i hope i can bon his lesson everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt one is my bio teacher. based on character n temper, he is excellent, doesnt blow his top or scold anyone, even though that guy might hav done something terrible. however, other than that, hes not a teacher. he dont teach basically. everday his lesson will be take out textbks n make ur own notes. copy one word for word from the bk into our notebk. i dont even bother to listen to him or copy n just sit there trying to keep myself awake. then everyone is talking n he rarely gives a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt is chem teacher. to be honest, hes a very gd teacher , on par with chow, except not very holistic. his explanations r concise n clear n up to the point. pple understand straightaway. i hope i can stay in his claz for term 2. sometimes, he will suddenly shout to wake us up or to get out attention. its very effective n the whole block can hear his sudden loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there  is  a math teacher n a eng teacher. both r quite gd. patient n knowledgeable. knows how to teach. knows wat the students need. i really hope they will teach me nxt term. hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114162473678345872?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114162473678345872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>finally i can pon sch. use the typical sick syndrome to excuse myself. 2 more things to add to the previous post. i learnt in bio claz that the largest cell in the world is the ostrich egg cell. im still doubtful whether if its the truth. another thing i realise yesterday when i was en route home by foot is the way how boys from my sch get acquainted with girls from the 2 neighbouring sch. A is a boy, B n C r two girls. the story goes like this: A is walking home with his other friend. B n C r clazmates n they r walking across the road in the opposite direction. A sees B. love at first sight. A shouts 'hi' to B. B n C turn their heads to look at the caller. A shouted' the blonde one Hiiii......' B gets bewildered, politely returns the call. A abandons his friends n runs across the strt. B n C stood rooted to ground. A introduces himself...... the rest of the details i not quite sure as i gt to hurry home to get my towed car back. but im quite shocked by the style of ways things r done here. maybe only the whites r so open. chinese r still too traditional, too much austere upbringing n confucian crap. my cousin also told me she gt a friend 10 yrs old gt bf liao. when i was 10yrs old, i was still thinking of wat computer games to buy. haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114108970514964677?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114108970514964677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114108970514964677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was too sleepy to notice these lines. so i gt the shock of my life when i found out that my car was not there. then my friends told me that i nd to pay like $400 just to get it back, inclusive of the fine. wah, thats a lot n i think i will go broke. canot spend money like in 6 mths. im in shit trouble. then my mind began to hallucinate the scene of my aunts tirade. im so dead. then i walk home. the distance is damn  long. spend abt an hr just to get home. its like walking from boonlay to clementi. the first thing i did when i gt home was to call my aunt . then she told me to go find the towaway company which i hav no idea how. so i cycled back to the place where i parked n asked the residents living there. one samaritan lady told me the directions n i followed her dutifully, then i called my aunt to c if she can find the company. she only told me after half an hr later that it is mt eden, a place that is far away from where i am. i was so pissed off, with myself. im still not quite accustomed to the strts n stuff n i hav to cycle hills n down. damn tiring. so theres no choice but for me to go back the way i came n travel another way. its like so far away. it took me 3 hrs just to get to the place. from 430pm to 730pm. then when i arrived there, i still gt to cycle back home the hills again cos i gt no where to place my bike n ask my aunt to take me there. im so exhausted that i even find it difficult to walk. cycling on the busy road is like so dangerous n i try to keep my spd up. so after this little small adventure, it cost me $121 n my health. i finally fall sick n theres a flu n cough. the fever is nxt on the menu. i hope i can get fever today so i dont nd to sch tmr.god bless me n keep me. haiz.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114102523598634257?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-114068132847451350</id><published>2006-02-23T20:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:55:28.486+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day in ags, 3rd day of my torture. but it has significantly improve. i made friends. an indian who came to nzl when he was sec 2. hes also a singaporean in the past. some korean n taiwan guys in my classes. went to the bb court to play bb during break n lunchtime. its war out there. 10 pple chasing after the ball like hounds. then there r 3 boards in one side of the court. just 10sec n there will be a bb ball aiming at ur head. nd to take cover. then the disparity between the whites n chinese r too great not to notice. some of the whites would just snatch the ball away n refuse to return to us. i dont want to discriminate against whites but some r really atrocious. gt a caucasion who sat beside me during physic lesson n he was listening to mp3 n slping at the same time. we sat on the last row so the teacher didnt know. the teacher also suck by the way. both the teaching style n his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tmr i gt the maths test. it is on indices n quadratics. i dont know if i can get an a cos here a is like 90? then i havent touch math in 3 or 4 mths? god bless n keep me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now asking for help for my eng. whoever thinks that they can give me a hand, pls do help me. i nd it desperately. im doing english but its like elit. im going to study The mill on the Floss by George Eliot, Julius Caesar by Shakespeare, john keats selected poems, n Tennessee William's The Glass Menagerie. i would be very grateful if anyone can help me with these. im absolutely helpless with elit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-21773608.post-114058064285009872</id><published>2006-02-22T16:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:57:22.866+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has really torment me. i really hate the sch n i dont think i can stand it any longer. other than eng, the rest of the sub, i just dont bother to listen. even though i explain to the director of studies, he still want me to finish the AS level. im going to waste my whole yr here. today for chem, we r learning abt burettes n how to titrate. gd lord man. bio we r using the microscope to draw onion cells, physic, we just touch on kinematics. i regret going sch earlier. i shld hav gone sch when it was just before the common test. god help me. plus i know only a few friends, life in ags is definitely hell for me. everything just suck in this sch. teachers n students. the whites like to play jokes on the asians. i think im going to be a joker someday. good grief!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114058064285009872?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114058064285009872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114058064285009872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114058064285009872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114058064285009872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-has-really-torment-me.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114050472483296347</id><published>2006-02-21T18:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:00:21.586+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21/2/06. i will remember this day forever. it is the official day when i start going to sch for studies. n things just didnt turn out the way i want. maybe the god likes to play tricks on me. first day of sch, n ive impressed myself by getting late, with special thanks to my cousin. i woke up at 8am. quickly, i went to wake up my cousin. seeing him opening his dirty eyes, i got off to change my clothes n hav breakfast. 810am, i went to check with him n found that he was still slping. pissed, i grabbed his blanket n threw it onto the floor. he was still sucking his thumb with his jiumaomao in the other hand. still didnt move. i pulled him up n shouted at him. finally hes fully awake. the time is alr 815. i stripped him of his clothes n told him to get changed. 820am, hes having breakfast. seeing that im going to be late, i told him to eat in the car. 830, we finally reached his sch n i drop him off. but the story didnt end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;831am, i realise im stuck in a traffic jam, 2nd time in my lifetime. the cars just didnt move. cos its the peak hr n the road im using is the main road. 900am, im still on the road, with a few hundred metres away from sch. we were supposed to reach sch at 855am n im so dead. 915am, i finally parked my car n went to sch. there was still assembly n ive to report to the prefects in a classroom. when i reach there, i found that it was full. there was no place to sit so i stand n i give my name to the prefects. after a while, it was over n i went to find my claz. i didnt know that i was so stupid until then. i gt into a wrong form claz n have to search for another one. when i finally gt to the right one 6G, the lousiest cambridge claz in the sch, my teacher informed me that i was not in his list. everyone in the claz c me as invisible. even when i tried to talk to someone, it was unsuccessful. gd play. totally awesome. i was then told to c the deputy headmaster abt my claz. when i reached him, he was scolding a bunch of kids for playing truant n he thought that i was one of them. so 10mins of dressing-down n i finally explain my predicament. then he told me that he dont care abt such stuff n shouted at me: Go ask someone, just dont bother me!!! i cant believe it. the staff in administration really suck. after another 10 min, i found the correct administrator n i return to my subject claz. just as i knock the door, the bell rang n the lesson was over. im speechless. then i went to my 2nd lesson which is math. they were still learning linear inequalities n how to change the sign. i really want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after math is a break. but since i didnt bring any food or lunchbox n didnt hav any friends, it was an useless break. i gt no place to hang around so i loiter around the hall. did the same for lunchtime except an interesting event happened. there was no canteen or cafeteria by the way. only a run-down stall on the middle of a road,which sell drinks n chips. i bought a bottle of coke which cost $2.60. ex like hell. accidentally, i dropped a 10 cent coin n a boy suddenly come up to me n ask if i can give to him. really very thickskinned. i dont want to cause any trouble or fight on my first day. so i just let him take it. n guess wat he said. he asked for more. f--- off. i nearly blurted. then i just say thats enough n walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first break was my physics lesson. i was deployed to the lousiest claz. this also goes for the same for my bio n chem by the way. so during the lesson, there was this fire alarm n when we reached the field, it turned out to be a facade. some idiot swtiched on the alarm n we had to suffer half an hr of inferno under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt was eng lesson, n i didnt understand a thing. they were doing eng lit n i dont know abt a stuff. some bk called glass mengetris bah, n they hav alr finish the whole bk. i really gt a lot to catch up. sing eng really nd to buck up. i think i nid to forget my singlish. then there was this geo genius who know all the capitals of the world. really siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last lesson was chem,when i gt there, the teacher was giving out marked test papers n he announced that the claz average was 51. when i asked the person beside me to show him his papers, i was shocked. they were doing balancing equations n more than half the claz fail. then the claz lesson was abt relative atomic mass. i nearly slp tru the whole lesson. thks to my holistic teacher mr chow, i think can slp tru the whole yr.anyway, its the same for bio too. gt mrs lim to thank, i think ive alr covered the whole syllabus. unfortunately, for physics, there r still some stuff i dont know, maybe its becos physics is just too tough n im too stupid. i gt my first hw of the yr today. its physics n its abt vectors like the ones in amath. i think im going to do it tmr during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing to add, we r being treated like primary sch students. still gt to go to assembly everyday, waiting in the hall like sitting duck. i hope i can be early n experience the feeling tmr. then the uniform really suck. shorts, long socks, black leather shoes, navy blue long sleeve shirt, i gt a pic in my photo gallery. the jumper n jacket r better, more presentable. even though the sch is that lousy, the clothes cost me 373 dollars n i havent bought my tennis jersey. then my aunt still gt to donate 700 dollars before i can enter sch formally. a total rip off. the only gd thing is i dont nd to pay any sch fees. haiz, how worse can the sch get. i doubt i can hav any friends. saw quite a few number of lonely pple, living in solitude. eat by themselves n study by themselves. i dont want to be like them. i want friends. i need them!!!notice another trend too. the asians never mingle with the caucasions. seems that theres a distinct difference other than the colour. if u c a chinese with a white, then theres must be something wrong. the chinese must be a banana. skin colour is yellow, but hes all white. hope tmr is a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114050472483296347?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114050472483296347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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parttime job being a waiter, cos im going sch soon. tmr go sch for administration stuff. different from qw as hes transferring to nj. dont know wat kind of personal reason can cause him to make such a significant change. sadly hes going to leave his friends in hc n find new ones. dont know if its gd or bad. same as me, going to sch soon. dont know wat i will end up in the sch. with a few black eyes or being ostracised like hell. really helpless, n yet anxious to be acquainted with new friends. 3 days of parttime has caused me to suffer 3 degree burns. really painful n unbearable. ive to dish out the gongfuyu, its really big n hot. just a few seconds n ur hands will be burnt. i also learn quite a num of friends tru the job, quite fun actually, to be able to c the  head chef brandishing his knives n cook like a pro. i just realise that studying is much more relaxing than working. u only nid to face books who cant retaliate or complain. in the real world, customers r the boss. if they r unhappi, neither will u n thats that iniquitous. my nxt job, i hope, is going to be a tutor. its much simple cos i only nid to face kids younger than me n teach them science or math. hope theres pple who hav faith in me n put their children in my hands. then i can earn more in fewer hrs. then the financial burden on my parents diminishes. hope it can turn out to be like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114034581055647543?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114034581055647543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114034581055647543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114034581055647543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/114034581055647543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-de-last-day-of-my-parttime.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-114020800666020649</id><published>2006-02-18T09:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:26:46.673+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now went to send my aunts friend to the airport. dont know y pple r so flustered when it comes to their plane flight. maybe the god is playing a joke on them. suddenly, they will realise that some luggage is missing or they did not bring their passports along. this time, my aunts friend's luggage was too heavy. 40kg for 1 trunk. thats just too much, max is 32kg for 1 luggage. so we went to shift the excess items to the other smaller bag. wah, really very comical.firstly, the lock for her enormous bag is stuck. the key refuse to get into the hole. after half n hr of struggling, we bend to key to suit the hole n it clicked to her delight. then after all the reassembling, she lost her key. her lock still exists but her key was missing in action. combing up n down for another 10min n it was to no avail. seeing that times almost up, she heck care everything n just lock the bag n check in. this time, luckily nothing happen, if not she would not be able to take the plane n probably break down in tears.&lt;br /&gt;then, later on, i get to experience the frustration n nuisance of being stuck in a traffic jam. the expressway is under repair n i hav to detour a long way. 1 m by 1 m, i can walk even faster than my car. i could hav got home in half n hr n yet i reached home 2 hrs later. waste time n energy. stuck in the old piece of junk listening to monotonous voice talking abt novels. the car is so old that the cd player is spoiled n it cant tune to pop music. imagine myself driving 2 hrs a day n listening to carols n kiwi songs. suck like hell. im just glad im home now in front of my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-114020800666020649?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/114020800666020649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=114020800666020649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/xenolt/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/xenolt/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="218" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/xenolt/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at him, proficient in table tennis n tennis, a team player in both(going to be for tennis), clazmate for 2 yrs, friends for eternity, i hope. i really admire n envy him. he has really changed a lot, both his physical appearance n his style. more cool, more handsome n more daring. besides sports, hes skilled in arts , piano 8 grade i think n still gt oil painting.... miss the times when we played tennis together at NUS, he always trash me 6-1 or 6-2. but also never fail to console me after the game. a benevolent n helpful guy. now, only after a few months of part, he has matured into attractive young man with a promising future. i really wish him good luck in both his studies n love life. may god bless him n keep him. enjoy his handsome features. hes ian by the way, his new name. the one on the left!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113999326795586612?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113999326795586612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113999326795586612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113999326795586612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113999326795586612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-look-at-him-proficient-in-table.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-113965103654973955</id><published>2006-02-11T22:25:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:48:57.133+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sin plucks upon sin. i dont know if its true for me. but i hope it is for others. today, i talked with my family on the webcam. my mum informed me that my sis is not performing well, just gt scolded by her piano teacher cos she did a theory pp badly. suddenly feel quite worried for her. dont know if its becos i havent seen her in mths. but for sure, this is the first time i gt this uneasy feeling. then before that, i discovered a shocking event regarding my granny. utterly disgusted by her actions, dont wish to enumerate her crimes here. so now im feeling very depressed, nothing cheers me up. plus the fact that i feel that ive been spending too much money. went to bowl a few days ago n tmr, im going again. the 20 bucks i just received yesterday for my pay, its alr used to treat my cousins. if this continues, i think im like a prodigal boy. on recollection, if im now in sing, i could hav save a lot of money n use it for rainy days. i really dont know how i end up in the situation. vulnerable n bushed, thats wat i am. i dont think im going to work as a waiter anymore. it just doesnt suit me, no use forcing myself. suddenly my interest on psychology grew, how it affects us, how it can cause someone to commit suicide. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poignant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113965103654973955?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113965103654973955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113965103654973955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113965103654973955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113965103654973955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/sin-plucks-upon-sin_11.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-113956797453687029</id><published>2006-02-10T22:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:39:34.546+13:00</updated><title type='text'>job</title><content type='html'>today marks the first day of my career being a waiter. since i gt nothing to do, i might as well go experience the harsh reality. 5.30pm, i went there with zeal n enthusiasm. 531pm, my mood was dull and dreary. i gt the job with the help of my aunt, so i dont want to disappoint her. first thing i gt to do is to change into their attire, a long-sleeved white shirt, with food colourings on it. its really stuffy n uncomfortable wearing it. wat complicate things is that the aircon is still not operational. gt to wait when theres customers then can switch on. damn hot. gt myself sweaty just standing around. then we eat dinner together, cooked by our only chef. its a sichuan restaurant so its all hot n spicy food. just a few servings n beads of perspiration roll down my cheek n i just canot stop them. there were altogether 2 male waiter n 3 waitress including me. i think im the youngest n the most inept. standing there like a statue or non-existent. i can only do the cleaning of the tables or tidying up. stuff such as asking patrons wat they want n carrying out the dishes to the respective tables, i cant do any  of them as im still not experienced. so im like loitering around doing nothing for 4 hrs. boredom, standing there like an idiot while all the other waiters n waitress r busy attending. when i look myself in the mirror, i dont think i look like a waiter. more like a ruffian with a parang behind my back. still dont know y i gt this job. nxt week still gt 2 shifts in the night. then my night driving skills not gd due to severe myopia. i think im going to give up in a matter of days. the pay is not bad, for me lah. gt 20 bucks for standing there doing nothing. i think i can make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the fateful day of many jc 1 students. though the results r released, i still didnt get mine. think my father forgot to send to me, gt to wait for a day. i would like to use this oppotunity to apologise to 2 pple if they did not perform up to expectations. qs n ys, sorry for playing with the both of u during os. hope it didnt cause to underperform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113956797453687029?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21773608.post-113927758145278543</id><published>2006-02-07T14:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:59:41.460+13:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>the sch terms for intermediate and high school hav started. both my 2 cousins went to sch n im alone in this big hse, with nothing to do.went to accompany my cousin to his sch. its his first day n hes very excited. jumping up n down. wake me up when its still 730am. all the sch here, including the high sch,  starts at around 9 so im very pissed with him. hes attending the epsom normal sch n for the whole yr, his teacher will only touch on the alphabets and numbers 1 to 10. cant believe it that the standard is so low in auckland. all day play. no wonder kids here like sch. compared to singapore.haiz...my childhood must hav been a torture. all work no play. im so jealous of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending my cousin to sch, i went to practise my driving skills, went to a few driveways and practise parallel parking. spend 2 hrs n still cannot get it right. when theres no one in sight, i tried a little bit of stunt.something like spin wheel to burn the the tyres out. put handbrake. reverse mode. accelerate. drive mode. release handbrake. couldnt succeed until the 5th attempt, gt tyre marks on the ground. quite fun. lucky i didnt get caught. ive alr broken a lot of traffic rules. most basic is driving under no supervision. ive only a learner license, n i  alr picked up passengers. speeding is also one of them. highest ive reached is 70 on normal roads n 120 on expressway, god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moe still havent replied to me so i gt no sch to go to. everyday stay at home n chat with anyone who bon sch or sick. ive dled so much songs n videos that ive alr exceeded the bandwidth of 11gb per mth, now can only surf the website at 64kbps but luckily i can still play gunz, quite fun. i also started to play pokemon emerald again. really very sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113927758145278543?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113927758145278543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113927758145278543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113927758145278543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113927758145278543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-113904880830557427</id><published>2006-02-04T22:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:26:48.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'>race!!!</title><content type='html'>today, went to play bb with my friend, charlie. hes 18 n hes quite tall. totally smitten by his gf, talk on the phone everynow n then. even when the opposite team is scolding vulgarities (not becos hes not concentrating). then found out that hes a pro driver n hes very rich. gt 4 cars. 2 mercedes benz n 2 sports car, just imagine his wealth. hes also likes cars a lot, gt a cabinet of car models in his hse. damn cool. only 1 yr of driving experience n he alr can do some car stunts. he also joined some car racing events. he modifies his own engine n other techinical parts. really admire him. just like jaychou in initial D. then today he showed me some of his easy stunts n i was in the car with him. felt a sense of emancipation running tru my veins. damn shuang. totally different when u r a spectator. he did the wheel thingy like a professional. dont know when i can be like him. maybe in my nxt life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days of sports hav left me tan n really dark, even when my parents saw me on video conversation, they also said im too dark. really gt to be lighter, both in skin color n weight. saw a car that cost only $3900 today. damn cheap. no agent. just sell from owner to owner. tmr going to the free market with charlie to c some cars. just go there n feel the atmosphere of buying cars. nid to first crash my one to get a new one. think nd to wait a few more yrs. but i alr decided to learn at least a few tricks from charlie. it would be damn cool, except a little dangerous bah. also realise another thing, here pple get into relationship at a very young age. charlies first one was when hes 13. just imagine the angmohs, shld be abt 10 bah. unlike singapore, everything also must abide by the rules. no freedom. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113904880830557427?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113904880830557427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113904880830557427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113904880830557427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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still dont know y i lost to him. the other is really pro, young talent. i also saw another boy abt 5 yrs old playing tennis. he plays like a young rodger federer. really, he can return serves and rallies perfectly , some i cant even do. after this tournament, i decide to learn from basic. my back hand returns r still shaky. i cant get the form like i used to. i cant serve well anymore. really gt to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gt a shock of my life. my cousin is scared of balls. small or big, even if its a pingpong ball, shes afraid. shes also claustrophobic. dont know y, scream all the time. seriously she shld go to asylum. get her brain check n everything. she gt another wierd habit, like to hit me all the time. then when i return my punches, she screams. god help me. in the end, i end up with bruises all over the body. so u can guess how tomboy she is. but in another sense, she calls herself princess lainey.thats her nick n i call her lanni(lousy mud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my another cousin is even wierder. he sucks his thumb every now n then. he nids jiu mao mao to keep him company. even now whens hes by my side, hes sucking his thumb n holding his beloved jiu mao mao like its his life. god bless him n hes 5 yrs old. dont know when he can change his habit. later even his gf c hes jiu mao mao n dump him. that would be sad. but then he has a gift of gab. always say he loves his mother n sister. one day he will just marry the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of them r hitting me as im typing. seriously they shld get a doctor n check their mental state. dont know y. OUCH. that hurts. i really nid a rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113895588277674065?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113895588277674065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113895588277674065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113895588277674065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113895588277674065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/tennis.html' title='tennis'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-21773608.post-113882834077448176</id><published>2006-02-02T09:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:12:20.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes! this blog is finished at last. though its much better than the last one, i didnt take much time .everything just copy n paste. this time, i intend to add an archive to my blog. n theres also a media player. boring if i always play the same sad music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ive finally gt somthing to do these few days. iv joined a  mini tennis tournament held within a club. as usual, my juvenile skills r not enough to beat the players there. ive lost to 2 pple n won only 1.looks like i gt an early exit. ian is also in his sch tennis team n hes the best in the team. when they joined the tournament, the only person to win is him. hes skills must hav improved tremendously n surpass many of us. i kind of envious of him, to be able to make friends so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;other than this, ive also signed up for a kungfu claz n the first lesson was totally tormenting. ive gt to endure kicks punches n knocks. these r really serious n ive alr got bruises over my shoulder n chest. the hardest part for me is handstand. i cant support my whole body weight n always hav to fall. think i ate too much in the past few weeks n excercise little. even the man who is like 90kg can do it n i cant. really gt to brush up. now my whole body is aching n i still gt tennis in the afternoons. hope i can come out alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21773608-113882834077448176?l=ximple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/feeds/113882834077448176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21773608&amp;postID=113882834077448176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113882834077448176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21773608/posts/default/113882834077448176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ximple.blogspot.com/2006/02/completed.html' title='Completed'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09487011122024009247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
