<?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-29002272</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad's Life?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5322278575619103117</id><published>2007-12-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:20:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Christmas yet?</title><content type='html'>Sleepover without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hourly chimes should be banned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Christmas yet? Is it? Is it? I can barely wait for the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavenly moment in hell.. sweeet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5322278575619103117?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5322278575619103117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5322278575619103117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5322278575619103117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5322278575619103117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-christmas-yet.html' title='Is It Christmas yet?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5289245302210450453</id><published>2007-11-25T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:09:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It really?</title><content type='html'>It's been.. a while.&lt;br /&gt;Typing seems so unfamiliar after all that writing i've gone through. Let me count... i've written about 50+ pages in the A's. It isn't much, considering that i did that in the span of around 23 days. I think people write more for their homework (I wouldn't know, i don't do homework, normally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... a few trees less and a full moon later, rray survived the Bloody A's. Pour the champagne, this is a cause for celebration... as if. This is disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realised??&lt;br /&gt;No more exams&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;No more studying&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;No more slacking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! How on Earth could not studying be slacking when everyone else is doing (or rather, not doing) the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be different.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i'll start studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5289245302210450453?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5289245302210450453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5289245302210450453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5289245302210450453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5289245302210450453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-really.html' title='Is It really?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5616476455240651793</id><published>2007-09-14T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:55:17.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Econs.. and sidetracks</title><content type='html'>Econs paper!!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow... although i finished the apparently do-able paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since when have i ever (really, EVER) gotten a good grade for econs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that i'll do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Noticed yet? Clorets has actizol.. so it kills bacteria that causes bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. good one Clorets.. you're gonna kill us all. Pardon me, but doesn't natural selection result in resistant bacteria surving? Under the selection pressure of the antibacterial, only bacteria that may have developed resistance through random mutation would survive and give rise to new colonies of resistant bacteria. And bacteria are notorious for passing on resistant genes amongst themselves.. Which means, very soon, all the different strains bacteria in your mouth would be resistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything, Clorets may be en route to creating a MDR kind of bad breath bac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still believe it'll work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5616476455240651793?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5616476455240651793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5616476455240651793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5616476455240651793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5616476455240651793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/econs-and-sidetracks.html' title='Econs.. and sidetracks'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-3284935564786827715</id><published>2007-09-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:21:35.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>A paper a day&lt;br /&gt;keeps the blues from going away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it'll be 2 papers tomorrow, but who cares.. (me, of course), prelims are like the bluest period on the calender. Someone confiscate His Blue crayons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality, meanwhile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-3284935564786827715?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3284935564786827715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=3284935564786827715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3284935564786827715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3284935564786827715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2664279575519269506</id><published>2007-09-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:20:26.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital</title><content type='html'>So maybe exams are like a week away.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;So i've done things i shouldn't have, and much more that i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still me, i guess. A little worn around the edges, but still whole. A little battered, but i'm not dead. I'm tying to be optimisic..&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-ware to Hardware ; Emotions are Hindrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2664279575519269506?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2664279575519269506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2664279575519269506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2664279575519269506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2664279575519269506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/digital.html' title='Digital'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7958422216472476271</id><published>2007-08-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:05:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patriotism</title><content type='html'>i realised i like to do things late. Take, for example, this post. It's on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because i was stone drunk yesterday.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 August, National day. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either many Singaporeans have a tremendous urge to celebrate National Day overseas.. Or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.. I can't think of any other reason why the Causeway would be jammed from morning til afternoon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7958422216472476271?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7958422216472476271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7958422216472476271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7958422216472476271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7958422216472476271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/patriotism.html' title='patriotism'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-612475025071229156</id><published>2007-08-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:42:06.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waste time or time will waste you</title><content type='html'>yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was why i decided to waste time. By attempting to "play lan" as people affectionately refer to it as. Attempting, because i am new to it, and because i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE anyone start to get any funny ideas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan is LAN. which is Local Area Network. I bet most of us know. But it society isn't always about the majority.. the minorities can be such a pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean : We have to respect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay. Back to the point. Waste time. Why did i have time to waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day's eve. We had, uhh.. wanted, to celebrate. Which we did, appropriately, by whipping out almost brand new cards (mine) which were Red and White (national colours, patriotic bunch of guys huh?) on the back. And having a few good rounds of Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of the CCTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart dude. Wayy smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to lan. Got pwned around 10 times. Probably more. I lost count after 1000. Man.. waste of my 6 bucks. I wonder how some people can spend more than a day non-stop on these games. Oh, wait, they actually &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching others getting their asses shot off, broken down and blah at darel's house after that was more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic? c'mon.. it ain't even real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-612475025071229156?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/612475025071229156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=612475025071229156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/612475025071229156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/612475025071229156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/waste-time-or-time-will-waste-you.html' title='waste time or time will waste you'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5829970488284711974</id><published>2007-08-05T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:29:52.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rray's back</title><content type='html'>yyup!! after 3 days of attachment to IMCB. rray is back.. not knowing much new though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh, should have paid more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn't a waste of time. Not a complete one anyway.. rray invented co-operarive pipetting with Ms Lab Partner. And a few ways to spoil a latex glove, like poking, tearing.. oh, you mean they were already discovered? Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently said this, some Arthur from some Hong Kong company, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sea cargo is a necessity, air cargo is a luxury- without shipping, half the world would freeze, half would starve and the rest would both starve and freeze"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student who takes mathematics.. i can't let this injustice to basic counting just slip by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets tear this statement down shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In basic maths terms.. &lt;br /&gt;let x= number of people who would freeze &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;     y= number of people who would starve &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;     z= number of people who would both freeze and starve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so basically, what this guy is saying is that&lt;br /&gt;half the world (x+z) would freeze&lt;br /&gt;half the would (y+z) would starve without shipping&lt;br /&gt;AND x+y+z = people of the world (~6.6 billion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't the world have people numbering (x+z) + (y+z) = x+y+2z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did that z number of people go to??!! Another dimension? In the stomach of a whale (probably not big enough..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!! They have vanished into the very depths of his ignorance. Oh heck, what am i saying?&lt;br /&gt;when would idiopathies ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all that maths was just a random thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5829970488284711974?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5829970488284711974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5829970488284711974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5829970488284711974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5829970488284711974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/rrays-back.html' title='rray&apos;s back'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7503371778759837855</id><published>2007-07-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:45:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wha?</title><content type='html'>I just realised: i realised one thing. Well, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs (untruth)w was mean today. (well, in case ppl don't know.. untruth = lie) I don't normally say this, but, it's true. I mean.. what's up with throwing us work and telling us we need to hand it in 15 minutes before we need to hand in. Oh wait, it was classwork? oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, uh.... i didn't realise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7503371778759837855?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7503371778759837855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7503371778759837855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7503371778759837855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7503371778759837855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/wha.html' title='wha?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-4362484422835045301</id><published>2007-07-19T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:17:32.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yup, lets talk about yesterday. 18 July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years ago, on that very day. rray came into this pitiful existence as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have 2 chocolate cakes and chocolate fondue (Thanks yx and lubin!!) for your birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-4362484422835045301?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4362484422835045301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=4362484422835045301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4362484422835045301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4362484422835045301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-73847202461527829</id><published>2007-07-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:17:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, it's Sunday.</title><content type='html'>You know, i still can't see this. As in, this post. And all the previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be asking, why am i still doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we choose pepsi over coke? (or vice versa? or, more importantly, over water?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a taxi today, en route to tts. (You really want to know why i'm going there?) It was on PIE, Pan-Island not 3.14159, the meter read $8.80. Plugged in was Tangerine Dream by Do As Infinity. Outside, separated by a mere piece of glass, some bitumen, a fence and the physical impossiblity of a human like me just, you know, walking through that door. Was that compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallang Basin. That SUCKY swimming pool, if it even can be called that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek into the old canteen. Empty. Dark. Disused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it used to be full of mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandstand. Whitewashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom. The Singaporean way. Now, I'm still listening to that song. Thinking of The Grandstand. Thinking of where " Thy Sons Are We" could possibly disappear to. And how could it still remain within, fresh like it was just yesterday. Thinking of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why can't they just leave The Grandstand alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-73847202461527829?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/73847202461527829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=73847202461527829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/73847202461527829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/73847202461527829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-its-sunday.html' title='yes, it&apos;s Sunday.'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7110673582989775792</id><published>2007-07-13T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:10:23.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say WHAT????</title><content type='html'>Whatever happened to auto-save??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. Lecture test is over.&lt;br /&gt;By right, I should be rejoicing. But why am I not?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's side track a bit shall we?&lt;br /&gt;We shall, I have the last say here anyway. So maybe you kinda realised my hiatus, so maybe you think i'm dead, or at least, this blog is. Well, i have news!! It is dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, i just found out that somehow flickr is blocked on this nice user-friendly big-and-heavy, computor. So my nice background picture cannot be accessed. And it so happens (if you've noticed) my fonts are white. Ever seen how a white hole looks like? It's the direct opposite of rray. I'm the black (brown actually, currently darker than Milo) ass-hole. Hey!! at least I possess one. I really wonder who did it. Really. I don't know. I don't know who else in my household could do such a thing. But since my blog appears as a big screen of white-and-nothing-but-white, I wouldn't be suprised if no one admits. (You can't peek at this!! hahaha) Right, so this Friday the Thirteenth thing is a blessing in disguise. But i do love to look at my insults...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention Friday the Thirteenth? Yup, I realised only after Ming Yi spilled green apple juice all over his iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sy : i wonder if Friday the Thirteenth would ever fall on Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Good Friday still be Good Friday then? I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking at Ct2 results brings to surface certain emotions which I wouldn't want to explicitly express here. A teacher once told us that tough CT2 paper act somewhat like a whack to the side of your head. Or a big cuckoo alarm clock. Or a big bucket of iced water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn bloody Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i meant, shocking. Apparently, the shock is supposed to somehow awaken that slumbering mugging machine in us (you know that you have it) from it's summer torpor. So that we'll like, uh.. study? I'm not sure of the exact mechanism of this "wonderous" reaction, but I think it involves cardiac arrests, bouts of depression, regret and burning hatred for certain teachers. (symtoms aren't in any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hatred. For teachers. OR would you rather, teacher. My civics tutor. Well, you can't really call him that, after all he has done. ( more like, NOT done) Alright, so we shall refer to him as Mr K-(something you fry with). Hey, I'm (in)famous for protecting teachers identity. I have to do this, after a Certain Rumour, from a Certain Teacher (who teaches bio..oops). Well ,so anyway, my dad happened to chance upon a certain email detailing yours' truly daring escapades last year. So as a Formality, he e-mailed Mr K-(something you fry with) asking for my attendance and performances this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take note of the word "formality". It means " I don't care who the hell you may be, I'm only doing this because of certain moral/social norms")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Mr K-(something you fry with) took it upon himself to uncover my results of this CT2. And apparently, he told my chem tutor that my ol man called to ask for my chem results. Called. Dude, that Mr K-(something you fry with) actually played Chinese Whispers with himself!! The nerve of him!! Well, I wouldn't have known if my chem tutor hadn't mentioned that my father called the school (which he didn't). Well, i hope this clarifies things, it's all Mr K-(something you fry with)'s fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blame Mr K-(something you fry with) would ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so there was this H3 lecture test. If you vj people thought that the Chem mcq was hair-loss inducing.. this test was like extra strong full body exfoliating, even the skin comes off. It seems as if one had all the time (and probably all the knowledge) to do the ABCD-ing for the mcq after this test. It's almost incomparable... but if i had to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a pinprick to a gunshot wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like a rabid mouse to Freddy Krueger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like a slap to decapitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.. maybe not decapitation........ asphyxiation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7110673582989775792?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7110673582989775792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7110673582989775792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7110673582989775792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7110673582989775792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-what.html' title='Say WHAT????'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-636494785271816316</id><published>2007-06-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:31:45.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "Ray" kinda crazy</title><content type='html'>crazy crazy. The kind of thing only rray would do. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when the guy holding the hypodermic aims that shiny steel pointy hollow tube at the vein in your forearm.&lt;br /&gt;Your Mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just plain crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-636494785271816316?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/636494785271816316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=636494785271816316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/636494785271816316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/636494785271816316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ray-kinda-crazy.html' title='the &quot;Ray&quot; kinda crazy'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-6298543860949180883</id><published>2007-06-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:49:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packet Drink House Day</title><content type='html'>One house. 6615 packet drinks ( 1653.75 litres of marigold beverage). Lots of manpower. And enough glue to knock an elephant out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now multiply it by 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF all goes well that is whats going to be at vivocity today. Well, can't say i didn't help... but i did area cleaning mostly, so that the builders don't trip over (or more likely, drown) in their own thrash. And us, Area Cleaning Specialist Squad 1, also did a portion of the liking low walls (made out of.... Packet Drinks!!!). If one were to look at the wall, a portion would seem to be bulging (Uh... well, it was night and we were kinky, so..), that's done by Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! 9 hrs there and that's all we did. Not really, but that's all the work we did the public will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention? In the course of laying the wall, i was exposed to so much glue, i thought i saw myself working on all the other houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-6298543860949180883?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6298543860949180883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=6298543860949180883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6298543860949180883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6298543860949180883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/packet-drink-house-day.html' title='Packet Drink House Day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-3514460524956576726</id><published>2007-06-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:45:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.I.Paradox</title><content type='html'>well, as with all good things... CIP did indeed ( and thank God at that) come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very happy. I was under the impression that i'll be selling packet drinks. Uh.. you know.. those rectangular-ish paper-tin-ish 250 ml non-carbonated drinks, which happened to be perfect if you happen to have a day as dry and hot as today. But nooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bloody flag day thing. Without the flags. Uh.. stickers. The i've-already-donated-so u-can't-pester-me-anymore-nanny-nanny-poo-poo immunity stickers. So yeah.. it was totally sucky. Flag Days should just disappear and never set foot on Earth again. Stick an A bomb down it's gut and send it to kingdom come.. Or kingdom go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag selling at pedestrian crossings give rise to high rate of jay-walking. While it is okay to give our citizens a little run for their money, but not to the extent that they break the law. Think of it, it doesn't benefit anyone. Just so to avoid giving a few bucks, they run the risk of getting caught in the headlights (or worse, by the cops. Then the 20 dollar fine is wasted on something un-charitable), it's not worth it. It's not worth the trouble getting us poor citizens into potentially disastrous situations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, it has led to the undeniable conclusion that flag selling should be banned (bounded up, thrown to the sharks, crocs and possibly pirahnas, but they inhabit different niches... darn!) on basis that it's the aetiology of serious unpardonable ( except with a $20 bribe, i mean, uhh.. tax?) traffic crimes. Our safety is at stake!! Sometimes the Prudent mind is clouded by Misery and Apathy, it's Perfectly Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this view is rray's hysterical raving and should not be, by all accounts, held against his sanity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO!!! (ohhh.. yeah, one more reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to that acursed tin can automatically brands you as a pariah. Yes, without the slightest effort, you'l become more anti-social then ever before (unless, of course, you were stupid/kind-hearted enough to do this more than once). It doesn't matter if you want to be social. Once in the hands of a hapless mortal, the Acursed Tin Can of Anti-society forms an inpenetrable Iron Curtain around the hopeless fool. A barrier then effectively impedes effective communication of any sort, which explains why passers-by look regards the person with wierd stares, fake smiles or even... pity, whilst The Affected contines (unsuccessfully.. duh!!) to put across some altruistic message about sending people to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community Involvement my ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-3514460524956576726?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3514460524956576726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=3514460524956576726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3514460524956576726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3514460524956576726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ciparadox.html' title='C.I.Paradox'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2509058709354515337</id><published>2007-06-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:33:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my..</title><content type='html'>tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP at tao payoh.. selling packet drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow man, I'm giving back to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... what an utterly utterly horrendous thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2509058709354515337?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2509058709354515337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2509058709354515337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2509058709354515337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2509058709354515337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my.html' title='oh my..'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-415683722599175517</id><published>2007-05-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:45:07.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one confused individual</title><content type='html'>yes. That's me. One confused individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single most agonizing cause of confusion. Our existence. No.. Actually it isn't existence. We exist, that's proven. It's the post-existence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memento mori.. memento mori.. why do we have to die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-415683722599175517?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/415683722599175517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=415683722599175517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/415683722599175517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/415683722599175517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-confused-individual.html' title='one confused individual'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7580560934093810770</id><published>2007-05-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:20:02.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes! frisbee again, finally.</title><content type='html'>Yes!! Frisbee again, after a hiatus of what seemed like forever. I'm not sure if i should be happy though..&lt;br /&gt;My throwing sucks&lt;br /&gt;Scraped knee after a stupid slide&lt;br /&gt;And now i have little red dots on my arms.. God knows where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i have a chem test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i failed to mention this, i was distracted by that *peculiar* letter with no punctuations whatsoever (hey! you don't have to pass english to go for a job in the force! Yay!) . Yesterday, Monday 14 May was supposed to be a day off for us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "supposed". You can guess what happened. So poor old me went to every tutorial saying "well.. i thought today's a full day off.. so... i didn't bring my homework.. sorry sir."&lt;br /&gt;Man.. alll because his honour that fat piece of i'm-so-obese-i-caused-the-whole-of-vj-to-suffer-from-my-occasional-minor-tremors principal can't be generous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7580560934093810770?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7580560934093810770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7580560934093810770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7580560934093810770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7580560934093810770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-frisbee-again-finally.html' title='yes! frisbee again, finally.'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2653454948679195649</id><published>2007-05-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:30:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here</title><content type='html'>YOU YEO RAY HNG ARE CHARGED THAT YOU ON 8 MAY 2007 AT ABOUT 4.13 PM ALONG TAMPINES CENTRAL 1 SINGAPORE AND AT THE JUNCTION OF THE SAID ROAD FAILED TO CONFORM TO THE SIGNALISED TRAFFIC SIGN WHILST MAKING USE OF THE PEDESTRIAN CROSSING TO WIT BY CROSSING THE SAID JUNCTION WHEN THE SIGNAL LIGHT WAS RED AND NOT IN YOUR FAVOUR AN OFFENCE UNDER  3(3) ROAD TRAFFIC (PEDESTIAN CROSSINGS) RULES AND PUNISHABLE UNDER SECTION 121(6) (b) OF THE ROAD TRAFFIC ACT CHAPTER 276&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ya, i'm a criminal. So shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the cops soo hard up as to some after poor old me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2653454948679195649?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2653454948679195649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2653454948679195649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2653454948679195649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2653454948679195649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-6435737234569213146</id><published>2007-05-08T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:00:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why me?</title><content type='html'>Right. Well. I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller-blading went just fine with my ritualistic fall. It seems that i must fall every time i blade, or it'll be weird. So now Ray has a sore butt (nothing dirty), but that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got caught for jay-walking. By some police officer who's as rigid as ...a p---- ... a plank. People Who'd lived here for a while would realise that there is a lag between the turning of amber to red light, and the turning of Red to Green Man. It's about 2 seconds. And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what it's for until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not for cars to come to a rest, they have the amber lights to do that ( and if they really wanted to beat the red light, who needs 2 seconds to slowly do it?). It's for the cops to catch errant road crossers. Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right. It really isn't. If you would just think of it, by red light all the vehicles would have either stopped or passed, except in a few special circumstances that leads to accidents. Uhh.... right, but thing is, isn't this subjective?  Red lights versus Green Man. They grey area between.&lt;br /&gt;I started when it was red light, the green man came on 2 seconds later... And i got caught??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because the Green Man was hiding in that hood doing god-knows-what and was late in flashing, i was caught jay-walking on a road with literally no cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no cars. zero. nil. zilch. not even residual exhaust to hint at previous vehicles passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone tell me why da hell i was fined 20 bucks??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-6435737234569213146?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6435737234569213146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=6435737234569213146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6435737234569213146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6435737234569213146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-me.html' title='why me?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-6261505458687540886</id><published>2007-05-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:05:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls.</title><content type='html'>Friday!!!! This means only one thing : Supernatural. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went gym-ing with zz. (translation : Ray doing something stupid) He doesn't look it, but he thinks he's fat. Uhh... The makings of a serious eating disorder or bigorexia candidate, maybe i'll try chronicling it. It's not as if he doesn't have a blog. But a third party view would be more objective.. and i may have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe... cos i'm lazy by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. That freak happens to thrash me utterly in upper body strength. I'm sooo humiliated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i run faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then back to school for balls!! Floorball actually... nothing... uhh.. orgasmic. But hey! Guess what :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray scored one!! His very first in this season!! Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. final score was like 6-4, no prize guessing who( me, duh?) lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and now i'm freakin' achin'. Maybe i shouldn't play so much. Maybe i should...&lt;br /&gt;oooh... torture.. (don't get me wrong, i'm not that* sort) but this is a good way to maintain fitness... whatever the hell fitness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. Now that i've quite a lot to do.. all i want is to space out.. like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.  And think if Tyra is the root word of Tyrant. And ....... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now. Supernatural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-6261505458687540886?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6261505458687540886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=6261505458687540886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6261505458687540886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6261505458687540886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/balls.html' title='Balls.'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-3637761441335209989</id><published>2007-04-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:01:06.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass.. finally</title><content type='html'>It's kind of suprising how hollow the term "living room" sounds right now. Cos there isn't much life here to speak of. And i don't think this is the first time i'm mentioning this. Oh well.. it's kinda nice to be alone.. sometimes. Man is a social animal afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's probably mind-blowing (at least, as of now), i doubt that tomorrow's headlines would read "Pathetic Scoolboy Passes The Most (Perhaps The Only) Grueling Physical Fitness Test After One Score Year Of Less Than Satisfactory Results"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh.. Too long. Too troublesome. After all, after today, those that matter know; those who don't matter don't know. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. and now life reverts to featuring Ray in a less than lifeless living(-less) room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How utterly utterly predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life. Desperately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-3637761441335209989?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3637761441335209989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=3637761441335209989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3637761441335209989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/3637761441335209989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/pass-finally.html' title='Pass.. finally'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7490995717576205838</id><published>2007-04-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:39:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Ray...</title><content type='html'>It's raining Ray. Yes, pretty heavily. You remember? The last time it rained so heavily, you might as well have been walking around topless.&lt;br /&gt;...Which isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck dude. i wanna go walk in the rain. But then my neighbours might get suspicious and try to hang me for practising witchcraft or bomb-making (how true... ). I still wanna go walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay.. maybe not, NAPFA coming soon, it's a stupid idea to do stupid things. Especially those that can get you sick. (hmm.. Influenza virus for flu. Or Rhinovirus in the case of cold. Yeah well, one those oh-so-rare moments i kept my eyelids open long enough. Good Job my man. If i keep this up, i might actually become smart!!!) Well, before the heavens decided to play Super-Soaker with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lightning*&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*swear words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the part of my class i don't actually go out with. It seems that i'm giving them the wrong idea about me. I'M NOT AN INTROVERT!!! and no, I'm not going to suddenly snap and go round killing people and recording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange rants about my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange obsessions or my view of how pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to happen. I just don't talk to them much. Just think of it, every time we're gathered (like in tutor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long rumbling thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ials or lectures), i'm most probably asleep (mostly) or doodling. Which doesn't leave much time for talking. Not that i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking. And it's no wonder after today's interro- uhm.. i meant lunch. It's suprising how harrowing an experience girls can turn lunch into. But i'm still gonna eat k? You people don't scare me. Looking at food at 2 plus and recalling today is not going to spoil my appetite. Really. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty noisy day today. Seems as if the big guy up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lightning and thunder*( boy.. getting closer.. you think it's coming for me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, you!) has something to grumble about. It never snows in Singapore, i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi! shut up already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. The "extra information" on viruses for today's biolecture was ripped almost entirely off from Wikipedia. Some lecturer... dude if that's the case, why bother? Why does she care if we don't pay her enough attention (like she deserves any.. takes an idiot not to be able to read notes. A really f***ed up one at that.) when all can be accessed in a click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm beginning to feel that increased exposure to the Net has caused me to become more and more skeptical of teachers (Especially those who don't teach skills...). This ain't right man. I think i had better learn to show some respect before i discipline myself. God that's so masochistic. And it's all the teachers' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Legend sounds great! I wonder why i didn't notice before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"P.D.A. (We Just Don't Care)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better when it's publicly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed, I don't care who sees&lt;br /&gt;Us hugging &amp;amp; kissing our love exhibition all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll rendezvous out on the fire escape&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to set off an alarm today&lt;br /&gt;The love emergency don't make me wait&lt;br /&gt;Just follow I'll lead you&lt;br /&gt;I urgently need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love, let's go somewhere they might discover us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lust&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you closing down the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Let's sneak and do it when your boss is gone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's leaving we'll have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's wrong but you're turning me on.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, we'll take a visit to your Mama's house&lt;br /&gt;Creep to the bedroom while your Mama's out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll hear it when we scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And we'll keep it rocking until she comes knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,We just don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love,Let's go somewhere they might discover us.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lust&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we keep up on this fooling around&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the world I'm in love any time&lt;br /&gt;Let's open up the blinds 'cause we really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't care about the propriety&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the rules and ignore society&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our neighbors like to spy, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So what if they watch when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;We just don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love, let's go somewhere they might discover us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and cheeky lyrics too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7490995717576205838?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7490995717576205838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7490995717576205838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7490995717576205838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7490995717576205838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-raining-ray.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Ray...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5495906250480850206</id><published>2007-04-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:30:49.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken? and shooting stars</title><content type='html'>Are we all made broken?? Cuz if we are.. the Indians sure did one hell of a job fixing themselves. Ics night was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no!! What did i just say??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Right. If i remember correctly, the shooting stars thing (is it called "meteor shower"?) is supposed to be today. So (whack me if i'm stupid, but April's first is way over) why the hell was i standing out there in the darkness looking expectantly at the skies and seeing nothing but stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. you heard me right. Stars. Lots of them. Pretty nice clear skies, beautiful stars. But the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them are moving!! No Shooting stars, no fallling stars, no meteors, no asteroids, no comets. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda cheated now, and i gotta sleep. Kinda like when they cut off "Billie Jean" (the ONLY english song) at the finale of ICS night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there hates me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5495906250480850206?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5495906250480850206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5495906250480850206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5495906250480850206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5495906250480850206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-and-shooting-stars.html' title='broken? and shooting stars'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-1651577830637939736</id><published>2007-04-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:10:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee tea</title><content type='html'>Went to some public lecture at nus. Something about polymer thing something. Oh well, seems that the lecture didn't stay long in my mind. But the pre-lecture reception did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw some of the phase 1 people... i forgot their names though. I'm kinda pathetic in this area. Maybe because we never really introduced ourselves. Or maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and coffee eclair! wahaha!! The coffee eclair was damn nice. So i thought the coffee would be too, after all the papper cups had Delifrance written all over them. The moment i took the first sip, I realised 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The coffee tasted like.... water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This isn't gonna keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i didn't exactly stay awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-1651577830637939736?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1651577830637939736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=1651577830637939736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1651577830637939736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1651577830637939736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/coffee-tea.html' title='coffee tea'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-8254529079554530494</id><published>2007-04-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:12:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.. What the PW!!</title><content type='html'>It's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, pretty heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intermittently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XL and I went to get the Science Quest ( You know. that competition I unabashedly screwed RI.. now the teachers know. Damn.) Banner. It was 1250. It was Kinda Dark. It was.. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three steps out of school: The very first drops from heaven landed on... everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten steps out: Drizzled turned into a god damned pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached destination and began frantically untying the nylon strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:"Which Damned Idiot tied the bloody strings round the fence so many times???!!!" followed by some choice words.. which.. people around me have heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XL:" ...... you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. Oh right...Well, I'll look into the mirror and remind myself how much i hated me as soon as i got home. I've never felt so good and so stupid at the same time. It was.. stupidly good. Or good-ly (no such word .. right?) Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the Big Guy up there who makes things difficult hates me, or he likes the banner too much. Because, the rain stopped just as scaled the side gate. XL was holding on to the "umbrella" damn him, didn't even offer to share... Just strolled in the rain, looking like a dork holding an over-sized ... thing above his head (which was already wet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sanding outside VJ , holding a "FREE HUGS!!!!!!" sign today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, it's an A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-8254529079554530494?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8254529079554530494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=8254529079554530494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8254529079554530494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8254529079554530494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-what-pw.html' title='yay.. What the PW!!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-1924905658988156439</id><published>2007-04-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:15:42.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonition?</title><content type='html'>I love Wednesdays. It's the only day i can walk around the canteen at 1135 and laugh at students having the very first break of their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice the be dismissed at 1135.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY downside is: we can only walk out at 12 plus.. which means an hour of stoning/eating/insults/whatever-suits-the-moment kind of stuff before a nice bus ride to where-ever tickles the groups fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weather today.. especially when looking through a pane of glass in The Black Canyon. Some nice restaurant next to Katong Shopping Centre. ( I'm not advertising.. but the coffee there is nice). It's really relaxing, to be able to sit down,  not care about tutorials and other absolutely hateful stuff that happens to involve "school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight, warmth warm, not glaring barely filtered by glass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this feels like a Sunday." ( I forgot who piped up...)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it sure as hell is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only everyday was like this. School ending freaking early (being able to walk out early would be nice too), going down to some cafe, and just semi-stoning the whole day away. Imagine the pure luxury. The comfort. The lack of stress. The hole in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays should happen more often... Once a week isn't enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________---------------------------___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not so) SECRET concering today's Science Fair: I kinda Screwed RI today.. hmm... well, they did provide some entertainment though. There was this stupid answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When temperature rises the baboon would become less erect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!?!??!?!?!... dude... wth? Well, they did pretty good for mcq questions though. Maybe alll they could adequately express themselves in were the letters A, B, C and D. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________---------------------------___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm kinda into watches now. The internal mechanisms. It makes me tick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and tock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-1924905658988156439?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1924905658988156439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=1924905658988156439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1924905658988156439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1924905658988156439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/premonition.html' title='Premonition?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7259439658499766600</id><published>2007-03-29T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:57:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all...</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.. CTs are wayy over. But i'm only getting back GP results tmr ( like i want it!!). Sheesh.. GP teachers have this thing bout making us suffer more than we actually deserve. Or maybe mine just needs some incentive to actually work. Well, she isn't getting any from us anytime in the NEAR FUTURE. Not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow. Not any time in the FUTURE for that matter.. To summarise, it means never. Never, like how VS is never going to be Co-ed. Ooops, digressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was A.I.R. 2007. It's short for Arts In Reality 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it actually is :"Am I Retarded? 2007". Cos if you are, then you would have gone for it. Oh, but the SAF band was cool(shouldn't have worn uniform.. spoilt it) , so was the fire-eater, so was looking at your secondary school classmate vandalising a wall in the school and getting away with it. I am retarded.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't pass my SBJ.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried playing floorball with CT councillers (and terrence). Dude!! I. Can't. Bloody. Goalkeep.&lt;br /&gt;It's like: "Ehh Ray! ball! ball!!"&lt;br /&gt;okay.. getting ready to block, crouch lowww..&lt;br /&gt;Whack!&lt;br /&gt;then there's this orange flash, and i realised that the aforemantioned neon orange perforated ball was behind me, spinning, mocking.&lt;br /&gt;Or, "eh? ball go in already ah?" oops&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;"Loser!!"&lt;br /&gt;some asshole in uniform shouts (sour grapes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ok. I suck. But that's the only way to get better right?.....Right?&lt;br /&gt;Another day then. I can always go on attack dude.. and find out how much more i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. the pleasures of life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7259439658499766600?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7259439658499766600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7259439658499766600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7259439658499766600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7259439658499766600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-all.html' title='After all...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-8676463589294489525</id><published>2007-03-14T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:25:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well... i just do</title><content type='html'>Been quite some time.. and a hell lot of shit has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Common tests... blah test... test.. test.. TESTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tests. No pain, no gain ya.. but it feels as if the gain gained (if any at all)  isn't quite proportionate to the pain pained. HMM.. and i gained weight, stupid Common test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-8676463589294489525?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8676463589294489525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=8676463589294489525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8676463589294489525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8676463589294489525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-well-i-just-do.html' title='oh well... i just do'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7262801160239790974</id><published>2007-03-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:00:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why me?</title><content type='html'>...right, so i'll never make a good teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, i thought they just had to talk a bit, draw a bit, and flash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transparencies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7262801160239790974?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7262801160239790974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7262801160239790974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7262801160239790974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7262801160239790974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-me.html' title='why me?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7208118951504750239</id><published>2007-02-28T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:27:42.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double hmm...</title><content type='html'>have u realised, it hasn't stopped raining..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7208118951504750239?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7208118951504750239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7208118951504750239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7208118951504750239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7208118951504750239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/double-hmm.html' title='double hmm...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5226469604152455941</id><published>2007-02-28T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:26:09.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>Today.. is Emo Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No SPA, No lessons, No teachers. Just students, and lots of liquids. Precipitation and et cetera.. An unnecassarily wet day today, don't you think? Tears in Heaven i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Adminstration pushes other important stuff like SPA and common test back, should we or should we not bring all other stuff forward? Stop hesitating, don't procrastinate, eat more, sleep more, and basically just squeeze every single moment dry. Man, that'll require 48 hrs a day. But, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what's going to happen tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5226469604152455941?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5226469604152455941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5226469604152455941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5226469604152455941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5226469604152455941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohh-right.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-1352807050510982550</id><published>2007-02-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:15:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo... last chance to lose control</title><content type='html'>14 Feb, kinda has da same significance as 1st April doesn't it? Maybe less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've arrived at the conclusion that the junior class cannot decide. First, dOn't know whether to have lunch or not, dOn't know budget, dOn't know where... When finally we've gone to pp foodcourt, waited for some rather pissed patrons to clear, secured seats, they just walk off to yoshi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm wrong. They DO know how to decide, just that, the have a damn slow reaction time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to NUS to waste time today.. as expected, i lost my way. I didn't really, it was the exact co-ordinates, but wrong floor. Stupid of me ar.. pacing up and down like some lost stray. And i thought i was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as if, i was better off outside. Sheesh!! Kinetics.. never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate* wednesdays.. have to take EW 20 stations. Standing!! ( 2 legs ar, not 3...). Which exactly is why next week is a heaven sent BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stalk is (was?) from s35 !! Really...&lt;br /&gt;(this better be convincing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Total Defense Eve everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-1352807050510982550?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1352807050510982550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=1352807050510982550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1352807050510982550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1352807050510982550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-last-chance-to-lose-control.html' title='Boo... last chance to lose control'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-4885460432132944252</id><published>2007-02-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:08:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Trad</title><content type='html'>Well, haha, i managed to sleep through da whole day!! Except for gp of course. I stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday. TGIF?? I should think not, lots of 16/17 year olds getting back O-level results. And johnnie had to play with my phone till the battery ran fucking low. Man, the phone died as i stepped into my house!! Bloody hell, now i can't sms my juniors to find out who's staying..  Hope they all are. Or they all aren't. All or none ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things do not work like action potentials do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally's birthday tmr, but wth, we celebrated today. And we sang Chinese New Year songs!! So festive righht?... Well, actually only a bunch of crazy people did that. Not me! I swear! I would never ever do such a thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoped that was convincing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they even got "Yamashita" to give her a bear. How .. how.. uhh.. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't good to perform is it? Now my Chem tutor is junmping on every opportunity to pick on me.. Kinda hard to believe. She looked like the sort who would NEVER do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs toh: ...(talking to me i guess, but i never heard wad).. Can do THREE H3s..&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;mrs toh: ya! (ticks off fingers) chem, maths and bio right?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.. chem and bio clash ar.. and maths..&lt;br /&gt;mrs toh: cannot take maths?&lt;br /&gt;me: cannot.. no time.. too hard..&lt;br /&gt;mrs toh: orh.. then you concentrate on the others loh! U admission must get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Points hor&lt;br /&gt;(WTF??)&lt;br /&gt;me: haar? .. orh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, seee? so freaking demanding! 3 h3s!! The horrors of even imagining that. two is already damn heavy, lucky i'm only taking one.. And sleeping through the lectures..&lt;br /&gt;Well, u can't blame the Perpetually Sleeper in doing what he's meant to do.. just as u can't blame teachers for taking attendance, the sun for rising, blah blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block tests coming soon, i'm gonna die for Econs.. Crap.. why dun they let me drop econs? Bloody System.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-4885460432132944252?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4885460432132944252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=4885460432132944252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4885460432132944252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4885460432132944252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-trad.html' title='Too Trad'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5799816224359645293</id><published>2007-02-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:08:06.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction</title><content type='html'>10 cents!! the cost of satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway rocks. For today at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so after queuing in the hot hot sun (turning darker, as if i'm not already) paying TEN BLOODY CENTS!! for a cold cut trio (i'm saving it for dinner), rushing back to S4, finding out that it was the wrong room for today's lecture.. Well, haha, if it makes me feel better (then all the more it should make all victorians), HCI ppl got it wrong too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this nicely clad dude had the courtesy to come and lead us to the Holy Room ( it really isn't, "Cold. bloody Boring" more like). Nus is a labrinth... And i felt so much like a lab rat being led through a maze.. That kind of "One wrong turn and the scientist will press the red button to shock your balls off" experiment. Sadistic. Bloody fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that's the case, i'm pretty screwed. It's the same place, apparently, next week, and i've already forgotton my way. I hope it short-circuits or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it revelation. Call it enlightenment. Or any other disaster. t'was then i found out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem Olympiad training SucksS. Really. It does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5799816224359645293?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5799816224359645293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5799816224359645293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5799816224359645293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5799816224359645293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/satisfaction.html' title='satisfaction'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-4133406064046183032</id><published>2007-02-04T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:01:33.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! OG JTS</title><content type='html'>i'm not elaborating. Let's just say i'm damn glad to have an og like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-4133406064046183032?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4133406064046183032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=4133406064046183032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4133406064046183032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4133406064046183032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-og-jts.html' title='yay! OG JTS'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-4395155823839639005</id><published>2007-01-31T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:40:57.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la land, or not</title><content type='html'>Crap dude.. Mrs Toh just had to tell me i didn't get level 8 for Skill A. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;Well then, since that's in the past i shall... uhm, i dunno, forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned? No i haven't, Monica Wong can't lecture. I'm skipping the rest of the series.. Till the next topic then.. haha, so damn pai kia&lt;br /&gt;As if i can help it, either i fall asleep or i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fall asleep. And her voice ar.. not conducive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Chem skill CD today.. Mock Bio Skill A tmr!! Noooooo... some mock week. So, forgive me if i run around mocking everyone i happen to want to mock (basically, everyone i noe/semi-noe/dunno). The atmosphere is too full of mockery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with the fact that i happen to be sporting an ulcer... too much curry i think.. making yours truly a teeny weeny little more irritable than usual. Right.. blame everything on random stuff ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'pore vs Thailand todayy!! it's barely 30 mins and da score is 1-0, we leading (well, in case of occasional cases of idiocy, i'm NOT thai, and proud of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ar, lets hope the S'porean kickers dun kena some Segat's wannabe's punches/kicks? Thai quuite famous for their thai-kickboxing one k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of cos, their bloody transvestites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-4395155823839639005?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4395155823839639005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=4395155823839639005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4395155823839639005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/4395155823839639005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-la-land-or-not.html' title='la la land, or not'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2726937393693558980</id><published>2007-01-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:11:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun believe</title><content type='html'>wahh!! Seriously. Is today pick on Ray day or sth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorial kena called out.&lt;br /&gt;Chem teacher suan me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky in econs didn't get scolded or sth.. or i might just lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Food Eating competition is damn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;choked on a banana though... totally ruined my day. My PE t-shirt is spotted red due to watermelons splashes. So are my pants. They look damn wrong.. like i've walked through a Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Or initiated one. Or happened to have someone explode i front of me. Or suddenly started menstruating from some unknown orifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the last one seems highly improbable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs are killing me.. something tells me i shouldn't run aftr third period trainings.. but one only lives once right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, try make a difference. But dun blame anyone when u die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2726937393693558980?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2726937393693558980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2726937393693558980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2726937393693558980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2726937393693558980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dun-believe.html' title='i dun believe'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-1200617127757763536</id><published>2007-01-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:48:08.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frisbee!</title><content type='html'>I NEED DISTRACTION!!! or i'll really start playing truant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering taking up Maths H3.. It sounds un-fun and super easy. But that means more tutorials.. Tutorials that HAVE to be DONE.. Suddenly, i just lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work sucks, i know..",    so does school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things happening in too short a time i guess.. Temporal summation? Haha, hope that it's an IPSP... Someone come whack me? So that i know this is not some nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i do really hope i could just wake up and escape 'reality'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-1200617127757763536?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1200617127757763536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=1200617127757763536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1200617127757763536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/1200617127757763536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/frisbee.html' title='frisbee!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-292239727515006123</id><published>2007-01-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:56:27.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mma Shine</title><content type='html'>Don't you absolutely love it? Sleeping during lectures, leaving school early, eating &amp; drinking in classes, leaving tutorials blissfully blank.. basically flouting almost every rule, in the book and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you hate hate hate staying back for make up lessons, lecture notes which are just blank pieces of paper costing 10 cents each (that's isn't cheap ya? Saving trees should cost less..) waiting for you to transfer powerpoint slides into written words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'rocks', now i can't do what i like... Why does the education system have to be so demanding? ( i still don't see how econs' going to help me in life, presuming i'm gonna have one after this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j2 sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-292239727515006123?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/292239727515006123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=292239727515006123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/292239727515006123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/292239727515006123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/imma-shine.html' title='i&apos;mma Shine'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7338599989871969612</id><published>2007-01-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:09:06.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh heh, stress</title><content type='html'>Wahh!! My prob notes are actually blank!! Serves me right for sleeping in lectures.. But i don't trust.. nevermind. Why can't some people just like download the audio files into some mp3 player? Call it iMug!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then iMug on the bus, iMug on the train, iMug walking to school... blahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.. School's barely started and the heat is on. Not just the weather, the rain's stopped i think. (haha, Rain's not coming to S'pore le...). But yeah, people, yr 2 people should feel it. It's called stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than later ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not just acadamics... i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but anyway, this year's frisbee year one's are very promising... This year's competition watch out!! oh ya, i still can't pass napfa. Go train, go train!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i may never admit this in person.. i kinda like my crewlet.. to the point of tearing holes in my pockets. Haha.. well, Happy Birthday Yi Ci!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to terence to, though i didn't get to dunk you. Next year perhaps. Or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7338599989871969612?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7338599989871969612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7338599989871969612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7338599989871969612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7338599989871969612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/eh-heh-stress.html' title='eh heh, stress'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-930749092901746970</id><published>2007-01-15T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:41:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>wah.. got me-self a haircut. And i didn't get screwed by tyh... not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, what would one give to be 'invisible'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-930749092901746970?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/930749092901746970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=930749092901746970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/930749092901746970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/930749092901746970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-7066228048425670713</id><published>2007-01-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:56:09.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation 01</title><content type='html'>It's startling. It really is. How seemingly innocent kids can morph into gossiping, rowdy, cheeky little devils in a span of 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i was as innocent last yearrr... rrRiiight.. maybe not, but i certainly didn't recall scandals starting in my previous sub-league. But it is sorta comforting to see the freshmen evolving, albeit too quickly, into "adults". It's like the caterpillars have finally finished metamorphosis, becoming butterflies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps like grubs which have turned into beetles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what though, freshmen would always be gullible.. That's why the whole crewlet at LJS yeaterday fell for the singapore sweet.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is so very very sweet, that's for dunking me at the shallow part of the sea ya idiots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school today and it wasn't very eye-opening. As in, literally. I fell asleep whenever i sat down... wished i could've ponned..&lt;br /&gt;I noe this sounds impossible.. But i swear i've gotten DARKER!! ahhhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-7066228048425670713?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7066228048425670713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=7066228048425670713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7066228048425670713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/7066228048425670713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-01.html' title='Orientation 01'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-8264604061422439044</id><published>2007-01-02T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:37:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions</title><content type='html'>Alright, everything seems clearer after a nap. A 13 hr nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year is but 365 days, ROUNDING IT DOWN of course (suan intended). Everyone knows that a year is much more. Much much more than just another 6 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tha last day is supposedly the most memorable. But this(last) year's is badd. Well, before meeting up with a pathetically few members of Creon for celebrations, i thought that 31 Jan 2006 would be great. Uhh, yeah, i guess i did. All the way up to just before entering some restaurant in Citylink. Well, food's good, didn't look or taste anything distinctively like shit. But cost-wise, it's really a bad way to start-off any outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF one doesn't think, deeply or not, it'll be quite very wise to keep one's mouth shut. Especially when it counts. Uhm, like when buying presents? Right... gold chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with mirth in the air and filled tummies, what do we do? Shun the rain. And consequently miss the fireworks. The 8 bloody miutes of them. Crap... Apparently the rest of us didn't have the common sense to rendevous at Esplanade after The Great Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone Happy New Year in a near deserted LRT Station just doesn't cut it. And listening to some Getai show,for less then a minute, at some void deck near someone's house doesn't either. So wth does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smothering a Rat would have, but i didn't have the foresight to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor the resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something did hit a nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what, i sorta forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there're any offending(uhm, only to one person, i &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; imagine who) implied insults i've made in this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you be pretty darn sure i meant them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====+++++=====+++++=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can one keep to resolutions? Promises are broken all the time..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, more so when you make them to yourself, only that it's really harder to forgive oneself. Try comparing a needle prick to a gunshot wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, putting the depressing truth aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i wana have good grades (it's the A's!! what else can i want? A little faith in myself maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) try swearing in some other language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. But in the end, i'm only answerable to myself, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++=====+++++=====+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if 365 days= 8760 hrs=525600 min= 31536000 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really full of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-8264604061422439044?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8264604061422439044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=8264604061422439044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8264604061422439044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/8264604061422439044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2676926904168235198</id><published>2007-01-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:40:58.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>well, right. It's a new year. I'm so darn bloody excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the fireworks dude... and i ended up shouting "Happy New Year!!" in a station. Must have seemed like a madman. But that's not so far away from who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 is gone, so is ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2676926904168235198?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2676926904168235198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2676926904168235198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2676926904168235198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2676926904168235198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-2047693493758943521</id><published>2006-12-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:12:44.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooo.. wtf</title><content type='html'>Crap dude... got splashed by an inconsiderate driver. Bloody hell, it (like hell i'll know the gender!!) Just drove in a puddle at like uhhh.. let me guess.. 60 km/h...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the mishap? Dun act smart and try to take bus back to VJ from siglap when u have an umbrella. Only applies when it's raining relatively heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaannd there's still a dry run tmr. For Sea Sports Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Actually makes one wonder how DRY its going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll only be half wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-2047693493758943521?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2047693493758943521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=2047693493758943521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2047693493758943521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/2047693493758943521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooooo-wtf.html' title='ooooo.. wtf'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-6093649017437094033</id><published>2006-12-25T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:25:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRYYYY   Kiss-my-ASS !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.. i mean, Christmas. yeah. that's what i meant. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-6093649017437094033?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6093649017437094033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=6093649017437094033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6093649017437094033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/6093649017437094033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/merryyyy-kiss-my-ass-uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-5752024677222595608</id><published>2006-12-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:06:34.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ay</title><content type='html'>Messy christmas ya all. I lost all my contacts, all i'm receiving are messages from "annonymous sender" haha. So darn uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i know that there are people out there who still care. Presents for ya next year. My word on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch, uhh, i mean listen to, harmoc people carolling. Man, i'm lucky. I'm lucky i blasted me mp3 loud that day, so i'm a bit deaf. I didn't hear them trying to drive some handicapped people in wheelchairs off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to say it. They sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, they had guts, and to that lets all raise our glass of orange/guava/apple juice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-5752024677222595608?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5752024677222595608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=5752024677222595608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5752024677222595608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/5752024677222595608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/ay.html' title='ay'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116663405581215097</id><published>2006-12-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:00:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzZZzz..</title><content type='html'>been sleeping a lot lately.. maybe i really am sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the person who took serious offence when i was "flashing" emoticons on msn ( i was in a near crazy mood), i'm terribly sorry. If you're still going to kill me after this, i guess i accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guarantee you, i'll run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116663405581215097?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116663405581215097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116663405581215097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116663405581215097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116663405581215097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/zzzzzzz.html' title='zzzZZzz..'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116644606768924371</id><published>2006-12-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:47:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum's birthday</title><content type='html'>Ogl training 2nd day.. I'm relearning my mass dances man, so cool. it's like reliving the "orientationhood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off halfway, to celebrate me mum's birthday. Really. But not before witnessing the crowning of our new OG head, Sze Han. Somehow Terence managed to safe his skin and got Sze Han to represent him for the OG head parade. Gonna have Fun dressing him up. Tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came early this year.. Hahahahah, darn satisfied. Better than a 10 course meal. Cost much more too.. but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo... we have a wang wang cheer!! C de guo dong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i dun wanna fall anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sick of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; under my skin and over my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116644606768924371?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116644606768924371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116644606768924371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116644606768924371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116644606768924371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/mums-birthday.html' title='mum&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116637230267266611</id><published>2006-12-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:00:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awaiting</title><content type='html'>frustrated. confused. must be because i slept too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it normal for guys to have mood swings? Cos this may be just PMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll feel better tmr. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't the truth matter anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116637230267266611?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116637230267266611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116637230267266611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116637230267266611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116637230267266611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/awaiting.html' title='awaiting'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116593235705258980</id><published>2006-12-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:05:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless existence</title><content type='html'>Will be gone. Pharm camp, 13 ta 15 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding... must still be around to disturb The People. Me, being me, will NEVER let ya all rest in peace... until i do first. Or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116593235705258980?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116593235705258980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116593235705258980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116593235705258980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116593235705258980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/pointless-existence.html' title='pointless existence'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116584627884517005</id><published>2006-12-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:11:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGL 1st meeting!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!! 1st meeting for ogls today!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn hyped, i think i can just forget about doing maths assignment. To hell with holiday homework!!! hell, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In da league Creon( cool name huh? though it sounds weird... just don't pronounce it "crayon")&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was Castilio, but. Yeah, just but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would've prefered Coxon Cunningham though..'s a pretty all-encompassing name, don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go relearn my mass dances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about all, besides some wrong sounding cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and needless bashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116584627884517005?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116584627884517005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116584627884517005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116584627884517005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116584627884517005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/ogl-1st-meeting.html' title='OGL 1st meeting!!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116558926134475507</id><published>2006-12-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:47:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Pissed</title><content type='html'>ARRGHH!!!!!!! I'm PISSED!! Some asshole took my phone...&lt;br /&gt;k, shall try not to swear too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: The following contains mild expletives and should be viewed with an open mind and lots of sympathy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;!!! This is too fucking much dude!! Whoever the fucking piece of black shit that took my phone better watch out. I ever see me phone again, you're gonna fucking suffer worse than all the constipated fuckers put together. ohh yeah.. trust me on this, i can fucking count!! &lt;em&gt;Sennen &lt;/em&gt;fucking &lt;em&gt;goroshi&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wth is wrong with eating after losing my phone?? Masticating helps me fucking relax!! I was hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok ok... shall stop swearing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm using a really old phone now.. doesn't even has colour display. I'm not complaining. Not that it's my fault for losing my phone (yeah, that fucking bastard took it!! ooops... sorrie..). But, this 5 year old phone does bring back memories... asses i kicked when i was still a young not-so-innocent boy, physically and acadamically.. encounters with a Baygon-obsessed deranged kid.. and many other things it'll practically scream "been there, done that!!" everytime i peek at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue. It'll do me great to practice waiting... like i don't always. We are forever waiting!! For the end, that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God never takes things away, unless He means to give us something better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll believe that for now. Is Heaven a bureaucracy?? It's taking kinda long to process this ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do i have to wait till Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, i wonder if the Devil took it instead... Maybe i'll have to exchange for something new with my soul. Some barter trade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.. What i hope for most is for my phone to explode and take along it, that scum to Hell. I'll send a text message to the Devil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Beautiful. Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116558926134475507?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116558926134475507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116558926134475507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116558926134475507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116558926134475507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-pissed.html' title='Still Pissed'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116508533942039270</id><published>2006-12-03T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:48:59.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniacs Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Grrraahh!! Olympiads are seriously turning me into a chronic insomniac. Not that i can't, i won't!! I won't slumber till i've finished reading this.. (holy shit) 800+ pages behemoth on invertebrate zoology... i'm only at 30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pathetic, if i say so myself. But duh, i've lots of time. Cos tomorrow never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we always dream of what the future holds, the simple "tomorrow, i'm going to....". Such Determination. So very set on finishing the task tomorrow that we fail to realise one thing. One very small thing. Tomorrow Never comes. Tomorrow will always be tomorrow. The task will always be done tomorrow. In the future. Yeah.. like 100 years later, and still pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it tomorrow. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH!! Not likely!! Now would be a good time to start the engines yeah?? 2.30am!! It's morning... Damn! feel so much like screamin'!!&lt;br /&gt;But my neighbours would wake up. I'm pretty sure the have no qualms choking me to death for shattering the serenity of this dark, dark hour. Or gagging me, i don't think they're that violent. At least, i Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Just as dogs bark, cats purr, life has got to go on. Absolutely imperative. That's also means i have to suffer. Times like this, food alone isn't gonna cut it. More than food is what i need to pull through. More than food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you!! what did i do to incur your ire so??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116508533942039270?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116508533942039270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116508533942039270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116508533942039270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116508533942039270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/insomniacs-anonymous.html' title='Insomniacs Anonymous'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116504701802571656</id><published>2006-12-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:10:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony .. ..  rules</title><content type='html'>Man!!   I think i over-ate.....&lt;br /&gt;Gonna become a pig if this continues..  ARrrgh, should have gone for a movie instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, rather (un)fortunately, that the ocip-ers are back. And in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, ya better hope the typhoon Durian doesn't hit Cambodia.. or any hurricane *insert any other fruit* for that matter. Next thing you'll see is headlines screaming " HOUSES DESTROYED BY DURIAN/RAMBUTAN!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, that'll be funny. And maybe you'll see your neighbourhood's fruitseller dancing naked in front of the store...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116504701802571656?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116504701802571656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116504701802571656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116504701802571656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116504701802571656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/gluttony-rules.html' title='Gluttony .. ..  rules'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116498576432604082</id><published>2006-12-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:09:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>It's already 1st Dec. And i'm already looking forward to a screwed next week. I wonder how i'm able to predict that? Must be the 2 olympiads clashing with class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that,&lt;br /&gt;the horrendous possibility that i may Never make it to bbq..&lt;br /&gt;noo... the notion of missing out on food is.. .. is...  is simply bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust things to go out of hand while you are resting on the wings of time, delving deep into nightmares and stuff. Crap, if only i knew giving Fate full reign is this terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; r      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rr    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rra  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   ay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- phases of rray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116498576432604082?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116498576432604082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116498576432604082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116498576432604082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116498576432604082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116469472948443189</id><published>2006-11-28T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:18:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee Finally</title><content type='html'>I got up early. Like 4 or 5.     a.m.&lt;br /&gt;What? it's not a crime. it's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And causes don't come as good as when it's for frisbee!! Hell yeah! Uhh.. well.. you see, every addict's got to have his "fix" right? It's something that happens. Kinda like periods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. to stray from that, i can't throw straight for NUTS!! Frustrating dude, very. Like the two rounds we run for warm-ups, frustatingly short. Strangely though, all of us were quite winded after just 30 minutes. Speaks aLOT about stamina. Comparably to the mass of a neutrino, and the madness of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Gruesomely Non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sk lost his soul, ripped it right off like a splinter in his ass. Oh wait, i meant sole. But he still looks as if there's something up his uhh.. posterior. Must be his hair. Yeah.. what's with dissing me bout my height and physique (The LACK of both)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw mommy dissin' Santa Claus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath da Christmas tree one night..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ok ok, something else (dun kill me mao, i'm ripping this off you, but, since you dun actually have a blog... no copyright infringements ya??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"..If i laid here, and me d***'s standing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;would ya just lay me, den we'll forget da world.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-mao (from his song "Chasing C*nts")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116469472948443189?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116469472948443189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116469472948443189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116469472948443189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116469472948443189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/frisbee-finally.html' title='Frisbee Finally'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116447203379636125</id><published>2006-11-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:27:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grahh</title><content type='html'>Man!! i'm soooooooo bored... really. Really. really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through to practical round for bio olympiad!! That feels like.... crap. Gonna miss class chalet dude...&lt;br /&gt;But, things have been set. I'll enjoy whatever i can (yeah... like watching life regressing into some f***-up piece of shit, imagining that it's someone else's. How friggin' amusing), do whatever i can (uhh.. nothing?), and try my best not to succumb to waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy Christmas to ya'll, in case i'm not there to crash things. Not that i will, but i do have a devastating presense ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mentally dunking johnnie now, to ease the ache of boredom&lt;br /&gt;then again, i could just be hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.. very hungry&lt;br /&gt;just for the heck of it, Hectic New Year dudes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfortunate few( quite a few) who are slogging it out in Cambodia, i presume that all had a safe* flight. Don't Die k? Who da heck am i gonna suan if ya all suddenly disappear into charred flesh?? (ya, means u Cow, ya gone, den me life really Senza Una Donna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck boredom! i'm hungry...Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116447203379636125?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116447203379636125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116447203379636125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116447203379636125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116447203379636125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/grahh.html' title='grahh'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116411899248908852</id><published>2006-11-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:24:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not Pitiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do is to keep lying to myself.  and hope i'm fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap... this is really the wrong time to be smart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116411899248908852?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116411899248908852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116411899248908852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116411899248908852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116411899248908852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-pitiful-all-i-have-to-do-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116383320596253395</id><published>2006-11-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:09:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOred..</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously bored... BOred!! .... BO-red...yepp, no red here.. all black.. ohh crapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if using more red could cure boredom... (think of it, if there's red, it wouldn't be bo-red rite? it'll be omething like haf-red...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet even squishing ants would become interesting, but i prefer frogs, they make an effort to escape.&lt;br /&gt;...or so i think... never tried&lt;br /&gt;guess there's a first for everything eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garr!!!! Did some joker just played with a celestial blender and mixed all me frustration into this cocktail?? I'm so gonna get your balls if that's the case. Believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But meanwhile, got to mug chem, go own the balls off the competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hell yeah, die B****es!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116383320596253395?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116383320596253395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116383320596253395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116383320596253395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116383320596253395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored.html' title='BOred..'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116368362674515981</id><published>2006-11-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:27:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy</title><content type='html'>Bio O was truly fun. Yes, very. How fun, to travel for one hour. How fun, to sit and do MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun, to do that for the next 4 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure frustration dude. Pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Practical paper is on 5 dec.. Not sure if i want to get through... Crap la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm soooooo gonna swear my lungs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116368362674515981?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116368362674515981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116368362674515981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116368362674515981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116368362674515981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/crappy.html' title='crappy'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116354291003035436</id><published>2006-11-15T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:21:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!!</title><content type='html'>Yepp, Sentosa is still as sandy. But the bus waiting time was left terribly wanting. And we could have visited the dolphins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaany.Wayy, i found out that i was the only guy without abs after the apparent rigours of the J1 life... Ahhh Well, you don't ned abs to play frisbee. Almost everyone got dunked less than an hour into the trip, at around 1. (oh, wait, didn't we meet at 11 am?? must be my terrible sense of time, or cos majority came late...). And we ambushed Eric with some streamers (cheap thrill.. but boy can he run) But that wasn't the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got wen jia to go get the number of some tatoo-ed stranger, sophie to take a picture with a very tanned guy (his girlfriend took the picture) aaaanndd.... Conran to "show off" his hot bod in front of two young ladies in pink bikinis. wahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, i was prudent enough to take truth. Crazy bunch of people there. How the heck do ya Shoot, Shag, Marry Kwok, Uncle mayo and Western food Stall Auntie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo City's Carl's Jr has free refill!! And Lin xun finished first (*shocked, then suans Johnnie). Where does the food disappear to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Sea. No surf.            Class chalet had better be better, must have Mahjong marathon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116354291003035436?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116354291003035436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116354291003035436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116354291003035436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116354291003035436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116342632125196541</id><published>2006-11-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:58:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sY : ahh.. since you so sincerely asked me to, i've LINKED YOU!!! (asshole..., bless u :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello hello. I'm still alive. But not kicking. Yet. Tomorrow maybe, at Sentosa. Yes, Sentosa. Whoooo!!! Not been there for quite some time, hope it's still sandy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116342632125196541?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342632125196541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116342632125196541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116342632125196541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116342632125196541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116321402521332069</id><published>2006-11-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:00:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dude...</title><content type='html'>Frozen Grapes&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there any better way to mask depression? Perhaps. But there isn't any as safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes....i wish my aim was better. So i wouldn't miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116321402521332069?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116321402521332069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116321402521332069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116321402521332069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116321402521332069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/dude.html' title='dude...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116307417571848181</id><published>2006-11-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:09:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice?</title><content type='html'>OP IS OVER!!! x 1000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want to present, it's so fun... playing with the laser pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After OP went parkway for lunch (Pastamania, i ordered wrong stuff again...), got crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does a half-tablespoon full of chilli flakes (was it? not sure) plus tabasco do to your mouth? One thing for sure, it's worse than wasabi. Especially when you're out of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must say it was quite liberating, i've not done much crazy stuff lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more stupid things to do.. like locking myself in the room and study bio O. That is still better than going home to do I n R after OP. Quoting johnnie who in turn quoted from someone else :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SOCIAL SUICIDE!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and so, not a single soul went to watch Flushed Away... damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And i hope all of ya get sucked into da Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116307417571848181?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116307417571848181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116307417571848181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116307417571848181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116307417571848181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116293607936425058</id><published>2006-11-08T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:47:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know bettter</title><content type='html'>Before yesterday : I was going to swear that i'm going to marry whoever could get more then 3 correct for either the 1st or 2nd quiz. I figured that someone ( bah, not gay la) who was so lucky/ knew me that well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yoou best not be reading..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, guess i know better now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116293607936425058?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116293607936425058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116293607936425058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116293607936425058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116293607936425058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/know-bettter.html' title='know bettter'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116287004453748570</id><published>2006-11-07T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:19:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ty made me do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no freaking idea why i'm doing this... except ya.. go check ty's blog.&lt;br /&gt;it goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. Get 5 others to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is lame...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I understand Chinese, barely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I won Lubin in Minesweepeer!! 3 times within 4 hours, using 4 games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I scored 100 for Maths in Primary 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Played Hide-and-seek with my primary school Chinese teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like eating fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Can fold an elephant out of square paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm scared of cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Broke a chair because i sat on it too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have five fingers on a hand, five on the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Skipped recess for 7 years in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One of my good friends when i was little was Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ate beef raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I was once soo hungry, i ate paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ardent supporter of Mr Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like dark, bitter chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I wanna be a Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun dudes, i don't think i'm tagging anyone... yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--___________________________--""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeas.. lonnnng face. Just found out i got tagged twice... OK THEN!! (bless u sy, bless u.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER set of 20 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The mouse i'm using now has no ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to use a poker card (ace of hearts) for OP on 9 Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All the timekeeping devices which i own that are still not working are Casio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to want to be a veterinarian cos the name was very looong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Was lighter when PW meetings were less frequent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are no telephones in this room, too troublesome to install&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I used to think that the world is flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm terrified of the Ferris Wheel, cos of a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I took the wrong bus on purpose, twice, because i wanted to skip school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I tried to learn Malay in Pri school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I once stole almost all the track balls of the mouses (mice?) in a computor lab, along with an accomplice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Got busted (for 11) in the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Shouted "Rabbit tooth!" at a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I once wrestled someone, while half-naked, in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I possess two copies of Sun Zi Bing Fa, both in different languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I once ate a shoe cos i lost a bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a sister, almost as dark as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I drink Red Bull when i'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There's a doorbell in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I did not miss out point 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... brain drain... go crack your heads dudes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116287004453748570?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116287004453748570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116287004453748570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116287004453748570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116287004453748570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/ty-made-me-do-this.html' title='ty made me do this'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116280704678520401</id><published>2006-11-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:57:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new news</title><content type='html'>Bleahx, Saddam's gonna die... Maybe the South Park Balls of Fire scenes are going to come true. Not that i'll want to see... *shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get OP down pat. Keep repeating the WR .. haish, not good, not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here. Come get me brainwave, come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!! They had to cancel Bio O. Just had to make life miserable. Spent like 7 freaking boring hours stoning, laughing at other people's OP in school from 8 to.... uhh.. i forgot. Ya, to 15. Hell... dude, give me a needle and i'll give them hell. They get enough holes to perform ultrafiltraton through the nose just by sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope reabsorption doesn't occur. That'll show you to waste my time. Could have been blissfully slacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Can't turn back time can we? Staring at the sun wasn't that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116280704678520401?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116280704678520401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116280704678520401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116280704678520401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116280704678520401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-news.html' title='new news'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116272530340342525</id><published>2006-11-05T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:15:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahh....</title><content type='html'>Man... so many movies to watch, so little time.. Happy Feet, Step Up, The Covenant, Flushed Away. Wait for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, knowing that you don't know something is one of the simplest pleasures of life. But not when you're mugging. Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116272530340342525?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116272530340342525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116272530340342525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116272530340342525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116272530340342525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/wahh.html' title='Wahh....'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116259030703535771</id><published>2006-11-04T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:45:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospective</title><content type='html'>No, yes i can't sleep. Guess who's fault it is this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. Cos i'm dumb. Asinine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. i wish. Wish that all could be different, but i know i wouldn't want it. It defies logic. Something in which i can find solace, know that i'm still sane, and that it's just that the world spins, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if logic dictates that it shouldn't happen, why am i sticking to it? Logic, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wakes up every morning and finds that yesterday is but a mere memory. Ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did those things really occur, or were they but figments of one's imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if others concur, is it possible that you are all stuck in this scam together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the near past has degraded into something so intangible, why should we care about those that happened even further back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it boils down to how one reacts doesn't it? Does one carry on without a shred of yesterday in one's life, living only for the present? Does one live in one's past, wallow in past sins? Does one sit in front of the computor at ungodly hours wishing things aren't what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soul-wrenching, the truth. Cruel, this world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, what i need isn't time to think about it. What i need is that i stop thinking of it. Indefinitely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So stop teasing. I cannot maintain le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116259030703535771?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116259030703535771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116259030703535771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116259030703535771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116259030703535771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/retrospective.html' title='Retrospective'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116256106627764650</id><published>2006-11-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:37:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>I have a dream, that one day, i will not have to study chinese for the sake of taking exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day. So will be tomorrow. No more Chinese. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins, the part of my life free from the shackles of the square characters. To revel in it may be a sort of understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116256106627764650?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116256106627764650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116256106627764650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116256106627764650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116256106627764650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116237529194689952</id><published>2006-11-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:10:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese... thou art going down</title><content type='html'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man! The last day of chinese!! If everything goes well, that is. Bahh.. i'm past caring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm screwed.... Even running 4 k didn't make my heart hammer quite as fast as the "longest walk" 2 days back. Maybe because i wasn't running at full capacity... But really. Who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was sugar rush??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'absence est à l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;il eteint le petit, il allume le grand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Comte de Bussy-Rabutin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yaa.... and guess what the doctor prescribed? More absence! duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116237529194689952?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116237529194689952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116237529194689952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116237529194689952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116237529194689952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/chinese-thou-art-going-down.html' title='Chinese... thou art going down'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116229223576193388</id><published>2006-10-31T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:57:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haish</title><content type='html'>" We actually made something but, right now, the model is recuperating from a rather unfortunate loss of liquid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... Shows that stuff which you build in one day last for only like a week. Oh WELL, at least it's still half-filled. Or half-empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes, and i need to stop varying my loudness. I thought that would at least bring a measure of drama into the presentation, along with using the Ace of Hearts as my cue card. Really. The small things that they notice are always looked down on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should just squeak like some trapped mouse throughout... That'll be fun.ny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... thanks to eric coming up with the question about the slimy stuff growing in the reservoir. It's flowing water right? Shouldn't have, imagine your pipes to the mains if it really does grow. Sure give ya nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is seriously getting monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it isn't already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116229223576193388?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116229223576193388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116229223576193388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116229223576193388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116229223576193388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/haish.html' title='haish'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116222012051341979</id><published>2006-10-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:59:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>Are you watching closely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The Prestige. I thought i would watch something like DOA first, but i have no regrets... a few reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terricfic presentation in my opinion, particularly love the end echoing the start. And the effects... whoo. Storyline is unique, though predictable... but it was morbid thinking of the ending, almost made me hoped that the ending could be different. Wouldn't have it any other way though. I'm aware many have watched it, but it's worth watching again, picking up all the small clues dropped throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all walked aimlessly round PS after the movie, like a bunch of homeless kids. Well, no, actually we were just waiting for zq to make up his mind and decide that having others watch him eat isn't that embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid game we played over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why today almost everyone suddenly wanna take bus home ar? Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He uses a duplicate"&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Spectacular spells " A-M-A...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Z-I-N-G"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116222012051341979?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116222012051341979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116222012051341979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116222012051341979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116222012051341979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116196077733198183</id><published>2006-10-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:52:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents...</title><content type='html'>Yepp, they suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116196077733198183?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116196077733198183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116196077733198183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116196077733198183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116196077733198183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/parents.html' title='parents...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116177144910162335</id><published>2006-10-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:17:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OP workshop (OPW a.k.a. Oh.. Project Work..)</title><content type='html'>Why do teachers have to set this mock exam? This chinese (shudders) mock exam. Don't know, i slept through it anyway... waste of time. One wakes up early just to travel and look at squarish characters that makes no sense right-side up or up-side down. I have a really deep suspiscion this world thrives on screwed logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, found out that i can't really present. And i'll have to be a prop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good (as in, fabulous) job on the video/ad though, it should be nominated for an oscar or something. yep. Since i'm the antagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GiC has selected the victims for their programmes... but i didn't recieve anything, maybe i'm lucky? AND i found out that the NUS X-perience camp is in DEC!! Wahhh!! It clashes with OGL training (if i get though)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything clashes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116177144910162335?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116177144910162335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116177144910162335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116177144910162335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116177144910162335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/op-workshop-opw-aka-oh-project-work.html' title='OP workshop (OPW a.k.a. Oh.. Project Work..)'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116170040793145360</id><published>2006-10-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:33:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya... haha</title><content type='html'>Man, The day i'm supposed to be celebrate by feasting turns into one i skip my meals. All for some OP prop which wouldn't last a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. through all the chloroform, Araldite and silicon, finally the defective product is born. Ok, it's only defective for this night. Should be waterproof tomorrow... hopefully. Stupid health-unfriendly waste of time, PW is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the long hated Chinese tomorrow... Well, well, life is CERTAINLY looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"All i need, is time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a moment that is mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116170040793145360?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116170040793145360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116170040793145360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116170040793145360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116170040793145360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-haha.html' title='Hari Raya... haha'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116161929706919669</id><published>2006-10-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:01:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Dahh-Blues (part 2, con't)</title><content type='html'>Back from a harrowing session of filming for the advert. Stupid PW... What else could possibly drive a perfectly sane person (ME) to wear a jacket indoors. Yeah, plus hood. If i were a middle aged or an elderly, i might have appreciated the free sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the immense number of NGs... and repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, YX's parents are sooooooo friendly!! Free drinks are the sign of a gracious host. But food. PIZZA!! wahaa..Nothing tops that, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1+1=3... bet ya already knew that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116161929706919669?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116161929706919669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116161929706919669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116161929706919669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116161929706919669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/pee-dahh-blues-part-2-cont.html' title='Pee Dahh-Blues (part 2, con&apos;t)'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116157882067777408</id><published>2006-10-23T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:47:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Dahh-Blues.. (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Not fair, PW later at 2... and i still dunno how to go Haig court. Never mind. I'll just follow the ants/cranes/ litter/ puppies. Hope it turns into another paper folding session... highly unlikely, with Ruth around. Bahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i laid here...i hope you are somewhere far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116157882067777408?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116157882067777408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116157882067777408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116157882067777408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116157882067777408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/pee-dahh-blues-part-2.html' title='Pee Dahh-Blues.. (part 2)'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116151977794439577</id><published>2006-10-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:22:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee dahh - 'blues'...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i don't know who's worse off, my sis taking O's this year (with me bugging her, of course ) or me stuck in some cafe doing the OP powerpoint slides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this very nice skin, thanks to don't know who for placing this on net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, i joined too many programmes. When the others were out enjoying the full day to the fullest... i was stuck in a certain lab (synapse) trying to tune in to the lecture on excretion. Bio olympiad training is really eating into my enjoyment. Well, at least i don't have to go hungry. Food takes top priority, especially after i know exactly what happens to it after in disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky's the limit. Twist that, and the implied is that there is no heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116151977794439577?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116151977794439577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116151977794439577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116151977794439577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116151977794439577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/pee-dahh-blues.html' title='Pee dahh - &apos;blues&apos;...'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116126703106410417</id><published>2006-10-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:10:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Econs and Interviews</title><content type='html'>Gahh... Econs nearly killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected i guess...Serves me right for having the delusion that a Science oriented person could hope to do better. At least i have a full house, as in a pair and a triple. Though those with four of a kind would win me, but hey, not as if i didn't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 interviews in a day. I thought it'll be tiring, but the GIC one was relatively informal, i didn't get grilled or fried or subjected to any culinary means of extracting information. One on one, lightens tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGL interview was another matter. Nnneearly couldn't maintain. Wanted to enter twirling, doing the hard gay "HOOO!!", but better sense and my nearly non-existent conscience nagged. SO, i walked in. As normal as i could. What's a Victorian who don't know any dances, can't answer a question without leading to wrong assumptions ( I prefer U2 simply cos they have a mission, unlike backstreet or boyzone, what's tt gotta do with me preferin older men?? sheesh...), running for OGL? To go there and tell lame jokes i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens don't cross roads, but if it makes you happy... they did.  As to why, i guess those bloody cowards hiding in the cabinet can explain, why me????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116126703106410417?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116126703106410417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116126703106410417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116126703106410417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116126703106410417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-econs-and-interviews.html' title='of Econs and Interviews'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116117724804769309</id><published>2006-10-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:18:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah lau!</title><content type='html'>How to describe? to express?.... oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn Freakin PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thirteen question marks. Don't know why, nice number i guess. It' a definite "buh-bye" to holidays. Unless i suddenly...... disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs teachers are the crappiest bunch of people. What in the world ever inspired them to give the two parts of the paper on different days?? Die means Die, no point dragging it out right? This is like "Death by a Thouands Stings". Blunt needles style. Ouch. Maybe they'll need like a few thousand &lt;em&gt;Sennin Goroshi&lt;/em&gt;s so that they'll finally wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i reach first, i'll personally usher them to hell. Through the gates. Ushering skills? Don't worry, i'll work on them. Most probably, though, that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranes for Grains... hmm.. it doesn't work. I ate two cranes, but i'm not that much fuller. Two bowls of rice would have lasted me till dinner. Apparently two cranes don't. I must be breaking down huh? Eating paper cranes. Used to think that only results could make me worry (parents.... self-explanatory ya?), now it seems i'm correct. A little more than correct. Just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Considering the stature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed... let me take it out on others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's OP lecture. Well, the least they could do was to send someone who could speak well. You know... pronunciation and phrasing are important. Who would possibly care how John F. Kennedy's body language brought him victory, or how screwed Nixon's was. Who could if they were referred to as "United States of President". Oh wow, the howls (and Yong Chao's particular attention drawing hoot) of laughter, and the presenter was none the wiser. Obviously, she's either a good actress or a misplaced presenter ( VJC does not stand for Victoria Junior Care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why though? Why do i care about results... noo.. should be "why do teachers want to grade us". I mean, if they had &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to grade us, as in stop caring about our "masterpieces" and look at us, the grades would have been...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A : Acceptable? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B : Bad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C : Can do better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D : Drastic improvement needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E : Expected la... about time u gave up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O : OMG are u sure you're in the right place at the right time? / S : Suck to the core&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U : *Uncontrollable fits of swearing*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;nahhh...... I'm sure it'll be more anal if they had really wanted to grade us instead of our works, knowing them (as a student would perceive them as)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;and why though, why are you still stuck in my head??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116117724804769309?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116117724804769309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116117724804769309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116117724804769309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116117724804769309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-lau.html' title='Wah lau!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116109083425229594</id><published>2006-10-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:13:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Promos and OP</title><content type='html'>Damn discouraging, promos marks are. I dread econs tomorrow. But heck, what could be worse than having S for GP? U for econs? If Foong gets a D for econs, it's a flush. A (chem), B(bio), C(maths), D(econs???) and E(GP). Man..but if it's poker, i'll win. Three of a kind beats flush. sorrie dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral presentation draws ever closer, so does other activities. I'm never going to get any holidays at this rate. Serves my curious ass right for signing up for so much stuff... No backing down now, not as if it'll kill. As long as i don't run out of food, i'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp..that, and desert. And there's always somewhere over the rainbow if everything looks unpromising. Just hoping that there are others there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116109083425229594?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116109083425229594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116109083425229594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116109083425229594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116109083425229594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-promos-and-op.html' title='of Promos and OP'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116101138406867154</id><published>2006-10-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:11:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWpWP</title><content type='html'>I dun wanna care bout PW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does life.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;......yeah, thanks for scrolling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116101138406867154?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116101138406867154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116101138406867154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116101138406867154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116101138406867154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/pwpwp.html' title='PWpWP'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116093242691606006</id><published>2006-10-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:05:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW pWP</title><content type='html'>WAhhhhh... PW's going to Kill me. Not that i don't welcome that. Just that it'll be like Steve Irwin dying from that stingray attack. No way will i accept that. Either i die normally or with a bang, brutally. Not in some freakishly simple way. Feel sad for Steve, an electric eel or Great White (imagine : Red Sea) would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the WR is over, not done with. The Initiator wants to do a final lookthrough. Seriously, cutting down from 4 thousand plus words isn't easy. 5 hours. @#%! time better spent outside (not really, with the haze and all) spacing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much bout past few days. K then, there was a Chem olympiad selection (ehh, selection? was more like picking on students. questions looked alien) test, mainly chinese there. And we all wonder why... intellectual prowess?? Nah, can't &lt;em&gt;POSSIBLY&lt;/em&gt; be, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house. Just great man, burnt/melted the hair on the back of my left hand. Stupid non-burning note experiment, coudn't they have found a longer forcep? one which is like one feet long... But, atmosphere was damn freakin HIGH!! no, i'm lying. That was only during the mass dances, which admittedly is quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bad usher. Couldn't even get a visitor to try out squash. Maybe because i walked them round for an hour or so. Slacked like free after that. in PT. Oh man, the guitar perfromance rocked!! Having someone who can't sing perform "true" is, frankly, a crowd puller. Just that most of them would be bent double.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116093242691606006?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116093242691606006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116093242691606006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116093242691606006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116093242691606006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/pw-pwp.html' title='PW pWP'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116057306825164726</id><published>2006-10-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:24:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>Mad,&lt;br /&gt;Is a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;is an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Weak,&lt;br /&gt;is a condition.&lt;br /&gt;Death,&lt;br /&gt;is but an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everything boils down to : "What?" and "What if?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116057306825164726?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116057306825164726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116057306825164726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116057306825164726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116057306825164726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116023930449511532</id><published>2006-10-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:43:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation?</title><content type='html'>Yessss, exams are officially over!! For me, that is. Took me a day to realise that. Ok, maybe two. Ah well, who cares anyway. Chinese paper was predictably cryptic. I'm beginning to wonder if Chinese is a language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Little Miss Sunshine" to celebrate. Cathay... Nice seats. Better service. I was torn between guilt and shock and awe. Either that or i was getting them all at once. Weird. Was almost inclined towards feeling apologetic for flipping Johnnie-boi's cheesy thing. Man, had to control... didn't want to call him a dipstick or something. But the MOsT amazing thing is, the manager (issit? not too sure, he should have been one) replaced his snack. Wished i could go there everyday and just "throw" half-eaten popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie, i just love twisted logic. Here are some quotes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're young, it's crazy to do those things; when you're old, it's crazy not to do them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two kinds of people: Winners and Losers" yeahh right... then what do you call those who are still competing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F**k lots of women, not just one, many" emphasis on maaaannyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And go get yourself a fag mag" perfect for dudes who defile tagboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!" Dwane's first words after a 9 months long vow of silence. How...uhhh, suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was that sarcasm?" who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cute huh? It wasn't all Sunshine after that. Tears just ruin a day. They leave stains. On the clothes (lucky me, wasn't mine). On the way. On the fabric of time. Stay strong pillar of strength, if you ever read this. Even much more so if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;on account of us being ex-OGmates, i offer the following to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"srew you!! &lt;em&gt;teme&lt;/em&gt;!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116023930449511532?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116023930449511532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116023930449511532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116023930449511532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116023930449511532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/liberation.html' title='Liberation?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-116005737081764106</id><published>2006-10-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:09:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams?</title><content type='html'>Dude, if you ever need proof about the amount of stress exams create, go check the tagboard. Haha. yepp. The almost irritatin anonymous tag-ger iss back. Still as obscene as ever. But hey, who cares? Maybe i do. Too lazy to do anything about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so, ahem... exams are over for the blessed few. FEW. I've Chinese tomorrow. Makes one wonder how this is going to help me in life. In the eyes of the ignorant, i'll be 'free' tomorrow, but what exactly is freedom? Don't know, don't want to. I'm a slacker by nature, not doing anything is quite welcomed, if not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem paper should be manageable for those who read class blog AND study. An A?? maybe. Cheers to Red Bull! Finished MCQ in 15+ mins and spent 20 stoning, high on sugar. Yepp... grew wings ya? but they won't let me fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Maths is just there to help ya. It's easier than midyear's, if i say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs is all about being uneconomic. Really. It'll save money and trees to just fail me. Now i have to waste ink as well. Talk about being an econs student.... maybe that's why i fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio? Bio is Bio. Maybe one day i'll finally figure out why my hand cramps halfway writing the essay. Still finished though. The paper i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a great believer in tomorrow. Especially when it comes to homework. But the prospect of facing pages after pages of what could be the greatest secret to life ( Chinese?!! seriously, it more like some secret formula to torture people like me) which un-fortunately is encoded so that i'll take approximately one day less than an eternity to figure out that i need to give up just doesn't cut it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-116005737081764106?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116005737081764106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=116005737081764106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116005737081764106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/116005737081764106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams.html' title='exams?'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115954948881950167</id><published>2006-09-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:08:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>residual emotion..</title><content type='html'>There ever was someone who haunted half the waking moments of life, sometimes the dreams. Someone who somehow cause the surroundings to become stuffy, sort of like a sauna. But amidst all that heat, the whole body freezes. Mind screams in silent defiance, contradicting the urge to turn away. Can't laugh, nor cry. Can't smile, neither frown. What does one do under such circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was 5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residual emotion. Does it exist? Could that explain why 5 years on, i'm stuck in blissful debilation near her, even if it's only for 6 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that explain how the heck it can happen twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!! Kick me, hit me, stick a six-inch blade into me... anything to extract me from this warped reality of a dream. She's too beautiful for this to be a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll just stick to the conventional pinch, just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OWW..." Ok, it's real, it's real... i'm so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;the world through Reality's blue specs. Monochrome, even the Sun shines blue. Blue ink on blue sheets, mug as i might, can't see the results. Boredom's blue, so is Depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Makes one wonder how a myopic view of life's colours compares to perfect vision of her blues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115954948881950167?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115954948881950167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115954948881950167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115954948881950167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115954948881950167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/residual-emotion.html' title='residual emotion..'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115936443476358578</id><published>2006-09-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:40:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GP</title><content type='html'>Wahhh.... uneventful day la..... so gonna die for General Paper. None of the essay topics were linked to war or religion. And the freaking compre was like a malay passage. Same alphabets, wrong order. Who cares about what universal library?? Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red cresent today... sooo diabolical. I bet she's having a good time at the expense of our demise. Damn you. How's one supposed to promote with such papers?? Hope the rest are easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115936443476358578?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115936443476358578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115936443476358578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115936443476358578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115936443476358578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/gp.html' title='GP'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115782236241745142</id><published>2006-09-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:19:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>Slacking too much nowadays... my table's still not in a shape for me to study in. Though somehow, i don't feel that that's the crux. Why do distractions always appear when exams draw near?? Study has ceased to be a matter of choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the haze disappear (which dumbass burning forests this time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's coming out for SPA (Heating... hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Pluto is  (Planet or not? 9 sounds better then 8... more the merrier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there'll be another terrorist attack ( NO... please? not during exam time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Yuan intend to break that news ( nicely?... precaution 1: Wear full body armour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this self-induced insomnia is going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To effectively remedy a situation, one must first find the root, then will the administered action cure the problem, not just cover-up the mess. But will all this matter if there's no cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Cheerful... must stay cheerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sing a song of sixpence a bucket full of flies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;four and twenty bastards stuck in a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;of course there are solutions... 1) end this life, 2) forget, 3) Wish for the best... Yepp, easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115782236241745142?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115782236241745142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115782236241745142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115782236241745142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115782236241745142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115768852930078438</id><published>2006-09-08T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:08:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F**K</title><content type='html'>Hate.Parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115768852930078438?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115768852930078438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115768852930078438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115768852930078438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115768852930078438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/fk.html' title='F**K'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115762977167886036</id><published>2006-09-07T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:49:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Mrs Poon!</title><content type='html'>Only 4 turned up for frisbee. Kinda sad. No matter, one can't eat sadness, no point producing too much of it. Practicing curved throws... 4 of us quite proficient in it after today. Alas, there can only be three musketeers, three blind mice... etc, so, Mao mao was the unfortunate 'keeper'. If you think this doesn't hold any sense, there may be hope for you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still had a little time to spend doing nothing after 'training', so went for lunch at Sumo House. Not sure why, but when one tries to add 'VS boys' to 'Lunch', there'll always be a side product next to the main 'Gobbling'. It's called 'talking cokk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to John's abode (damned bad luck, lost a hearts game and 2 bridge hands. Must be those acursed chain letters/smses) before popping down to Mrs Poon's. It's like she never ages. Maybe women stop aging after they're 60 years old. Interesting... She was going to catch a movie (Singapore Dreamin) so the oh-so-rare get-together was broken up. Partially because mao mao tuition too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder, why don't i bump into mrs Poon frequently? We're just across the street from each other. I guess our schedules don't match, much like someone else i saw in KFC(where we went to after leaving), though i'm pretty sure we live within 1 km of each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;People do mature, people do change and i guess i have too, so have others, that person in particular i guess. But a bright yellow hairband?? Too flashy ya, even if it shows off that widow's peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115762977167886036?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115762977167886036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115762977167886036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115762977167886036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115762977167886036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-mrs-poon.html' title='Visit Mrs Poon!'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115754719254237474</id><published>2006-09-06T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:09:56.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio olympiad : 3rd day</title><content type='html'>Mental training over, tomorrow's physical. Frisbee, yeeaaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seriously hate taking 31 after 8 am. Sheesh, the amount of ITE students!! They created a mental vacuum so strong i nearly became dumb, i'm still a little dazed... Just kidding, that'll never happen. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My skull's a non-permeable, stress resistant barrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so i was late for bio olympiad training, and quite pissed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations @ da da ming's "mansion"! Two large pizzas (cheese lover's &amp; super supreme... musta have costed a bomb), drinks, TCS (talk cokk session), smokin' slice of ice-cream cake and an on-the-spot-handmade gift. Oh yeah, and some background music. And some soccer, frisbee, bridge. And magic tricks (haha, yep... courtesy of yours truly) So what if the actual day is 5 days from now? I'll get ya a gift, don't worry... not that you'll read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this odd feeling that S'pore Idol's been infected with Hard Gay fever or something. Dude... Hady Mirza did that "HOOO" pose and the two host were full of "Hooo!!", "Say say say" and "OKayyyy...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recognition! HOOOOOOO!!!" maybe that's what he'll say when he finds out. But who cares bout this Red Dot anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap royal family finally having a son after like 4 decades. Congrats... as if it concerns me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115754719254237474?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115754719254237474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115754719254237474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115754719254237474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115754719254237474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/bio-olympiad-3rd-day.html' title='Bio olympiad : 3rd day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115744897906879901</id><published>2006-09-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:36:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio olympiad : 2nd day</title><content type='html'>There wasn't a better time to rain than today huh? Nobody turned up for frisbee. @#*! !!! (yells to the sky) "Ya Happy Now???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to return tomorrow for a short training. Spent like 3 hours looking through plant transport and reproduction. Largely on repro. Boring, as expected. I didn't fall asleep. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115744897906879901?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115744897906879901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115744897906879901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115744897906879901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115744897906879901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/bio-olympiad-2nd-day.html' title='bio olympiad : 2nd day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115737782552604692</id><published>2006-09-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:56:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff*</title><content type='html'>Steve Irwin is gone... No more crazy croc hunter... sniff* sniff*. Rest in peace dude, rest assured the people will not forget you so easily. We shall all put that turtle in front of our MSN nicks. But Really... Stung by stingray? What a totally cool way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Will someone just let me off?? Even watching The Oprah Winfrey Show at home i'm reminded of her... the segment on Tourette Syndrome... Must everyone have THAT name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115737782552604692?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115737782552604692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115737782552604692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115737782552604692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115737782552604692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/sniff.html' title='sniff*'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115735831000820393</id><published>2006-09-04T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:25:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio olympiad : the 1st day</title><content type='html'>Bio Olympiad wasn't that bad. Noe doing plant physiology, which is uhh.. boring? I mean, they don't move right? No moving parts= no fun= boring. Training scheduled to end tomorrow... i don't know whether to rejoice or cry. One must alway's try* to stay cheerful. Maybe i'll pretend i didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My life's a mess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an understatement. There isn't enough space on my table to dissect a fly. Not that i'll want to... just an expression. An ant could get lost in there, much less my homework. What homework? Nope, none here, as much as the naked eye can discern. "No sir, i didn't lose my homework, it lost itself. Honest. I didn't instigate anything..." Yeah right, the day any tutor can take this kind of crap is the day... they'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day tonight. Must watch. Funny show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Wind beneath Death's wings as she takes flight. Dark be the desires in our hearts, but it pales against what darkness that is approaching. Creeping, amorphous, writhing and engulfing us. Such is her Red Carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115735831000820393?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115735831000820393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115735831000820393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115735831000820393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115735831000820393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/bio-olympiad-1st-day.html' title='Bio olympiad : the 1st day'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115729085886381617</id><published>2006-09-03T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:40:59.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chio Shoes</title><content type='html'>Frisbee Pics for 22nd July up on See Kia's blog. I'm lookin' good if i'm allowed to brag a little... Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't forget. It really doesn't help when everywhere i turn i see her name. Well, i must at least get out to walk about, grab a bite or two right? Staying home all day makes you smell stale. And mouldy. And mildewy.  And... basically "yucks!" &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Olympiad training on Mon, Tues, and Wed. Sooo looking forward to it. Really. But i don't have the basics. Must mug. I mean : read up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got new damn chio shoes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115729085886381617?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115729085886381617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115729085886381617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115729085886381617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115729085886381617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/chio-shoes.html' title='Chio Shoes'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29002272.post-115721797524991046</id><published>2006-09-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:27:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Dinner</title><content type='html'>I must say, ten years of education and yet i'm still so gullible. Can't believe i paid $25 just to sit in the school field, totally obscured from any view of the night sky whatsoever, and be deprived of the most primary of saticfaction, that of having a full stomach. Well, at least the drinks were almost always filled and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Translation: @#*!ing hell, even a 6 bucks meal at Mac's would have been supremely more satisfying. And why the @#*! did the SC get to go for FREE??!! So what if Nathan was there? So what if it was 8-course? When you have 10 voracious little kids like us going after the same plate, it'll be polished in seconds. That is a totally different case with some of those adult there, half eaten food wasted... Why couldn't the organizers take this into account and give us larger portions? @#*!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to family 3 might just have been my smartest decision yet. Apart from finding out i can't fence (Sophie beat me... *sniff) and that i really sound funny when talking helium everything else was just ...lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lost in her...even if i only saw her in the PT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly lost my shoe bag (containg like $150 worth in TCGs) because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if it was really lost... i would feel that it's a uhh... fair trade off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heex... :) :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :) sweet dreams tonite..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29002272-115721797524991046?l=rray-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115721797524991046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29002272&amp;postID=115721797524991046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115721797524991046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29002272/posts/default/115721797524991046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rray-mylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-dinner.html' title='Some Dinner'/><author><name>ray of light</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107511592097660447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
