<?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-328034990431715482</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:44:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions are not easy to keep</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8563505771202264891</id><published>2010-02-09T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:28:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT THINK WILL BE USING THIS ANYMORE :(</title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT MY TUMBLR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;reubensnonsense.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8563505771202264891?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8563505771202264891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-think-will-be-using-this-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8563505771202264891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8563505771202264891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-think-will-be-using-this-anymore.html' title='DONT THINK WILL BE USING THIS ANYMORE :('/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6508073686823155252</id><published>2009-11-17T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:00:06.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!</title><content type='html'>MY GIRLFRIEND! SHERYL KOH HSIN YUN! TODAY IS 18 YEARS OLD! YAY GO BABY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY ONE AND ONLY. AND I WILL ALWAYS BE UR GOOFBALL U LOVE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR! MUACKS MUACKS MUACKS!!!!!!! BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          - GOOFBALL -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6508073686823155252?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6508073686823155252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6508073686823155252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6508073686823155252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-4083726919594084662</id><published>2009-10-12T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:58:48.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST!</title><content type='html'>okay sorry for the long break. Been having alot of things on my mind and just...too busy catching up with studying. Oh well. A levels are in about what..28 days? and here i am slacking my ass off giving the excuse that im too tired. Well i am..Anyway this post will probably be my last post till the A levels end. So yeah..thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells lets see what happened over my break. Lets start with the furthest ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results for prelims? C E S S U&lt;br /&gt;Apparently U for econs is already bad. I really dont know what i did wrongly but i remembered that i forgot to study one important topic. Literally forgot that the chapter ever existed oh wells. C for bio is also apparently average already. So i guess i really have to buck up a whole lot before A levels start. My maths has been improving i would say. I can now do about what...9 questions in about 2 hours. That should be sufficient to complete the paper for A levels. And yea, the answers are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I and getting along even better now. Some incidents may have happened, some misunderstandings, some misguided thoughts but yeah everything turned out well in the end. Now i know my mistakes, i have tried to change myself and i would say that i am changing and some parts of me have changed. For the better i guess. I really love her so much..so so so much. Cant bear to lose her. I'll do whatever i can to make our relationship last. We spent our 8th month together at a day at the science centre, had blast with her and all the fun things we did together, we watched the omni theatre together too. :D watched some documentary on bears. Now me and her hung up about cute little bears haha..I love her so much!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a stressful environment. As u see people working hard, getting the grades. With me here trying my best but still not achieving. I somehow feel that sometimes i just wasnt meant for this place at all. Oh wells. im here, its ending. so..lets end it with a celebration. The tests, mocks and all those quizzes all amount to how much we have learnt and so far its been good. oh yeah my maths teacher kinda said that i would cry next year for my maths results because i was doing badly. I will show in her face a damn &gt;C next year for  MATHS! and probably say IN YOUR FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The army has been sending this weird thing to everyone in school say that u can be commanding officer, powerpoint supervisor or an excel sheet manager. quite cool ah but the cool thing is the powerpoint supervisor. i like that status. hahaha i guess their resources just backfired on them? Lately the back ache has been back and the prospects of me getting into NDU..i dunno...just recently i suffered a blackout. I was playing rugby in school and when i tackled the guy, i suddenly blacked out. i dunno how i fell on the floor but the next thing i woke up...was everyone surrounding me and i was freaking dizzy. black out i guess...i dont remember a thing about how i feel. Been feeling the headache but its getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i guess thats an update of the past and thats about it i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you after As&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-4083726919594084662?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4083726919594084662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4083726919594084662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4083726919594084662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/last.html' title='LAST!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5016003005924993760</id><published>2009-09-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:12:16.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else to be said here but these four words...</title><content type='html'>i am an idiot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5016003005924993760?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5016003005924993760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-else-to-be-said-here-but-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5016003005924993760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5016003005924993760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-else-to-be-said-here-but-these.html' title='Nothing else to be said here but these four words...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2133978014717002673</id><published>2009-09-21T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:59:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th month</title><content type='html'>Some people may think, ohh its just another month together..nothing much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT to my baby and i, every single month is one step closer to us being together forever..sounds mushy. BUT I STILL HAVE TO SAY IT! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent today going to science centre cuz both of us havent been there in a long long time. All the exhibits where freaking cool, expecially the floor lights where we ran here and there...making lights on the ground...oh and some science toilet analysed my poop. *no i didnt not really poop* i just had to sit on the toilet bowl. Highlights was the OMNI-THEATRE. We watched BEARS the show. ALL the bears were freaking cute and it was about how we could save their habitat and save them from extinction. Bear cubs are like super cute, but their survival rate from young are like 50/50 cuz there are many challenges for them to face. like swimming across a stong current lake, or facing food shortage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After science centre, we went to Ion orchard to eat at WATAKI. gladwin introduced one since he was working there. the food there not bad, seriously and affordable for the price too. Will definetely be going back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months together! WOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby girl&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby S&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey&lt;br /&gt;I love you love&lt;br /&gt;I love you baybeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2133978014717002673?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2133978014717002673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/8th-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2133978014717002673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2133978014717002673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/8th-month.html' title='8th month'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7308579859660498014</id><published>2009-09-16T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:30:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of prelims..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember for how long have i waited for this day. But who cares A levels is still ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a tiring 3 weeks, tomorrow it will end. But in about 4 days after that. It starts all over again. Papers so far havent been easy, killing everyone in their way. I wonder if its really the A level standard or harder. If its harder, then its good for all of us i guess. But if its A level standard, well i'm in deep shit. Oh well...tomorrow it will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to racking my brain for maths..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7308579859660498014?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7308579859660498014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7308579859660498014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7308579859660498014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/last.html' title='Last'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-4916608277066232905</id><published>2009-09-06T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:19:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps i did it again?</title><content type='html'>Was it really an opps? i guess i knew myself, always getting myself into these kinds of situations..not only affecting myself but her also. I just dont learn...Why cant i see the reality that im making the stupid fucking mistakes over and over again and i just cant seem to change myself. What the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt helping us. Its only tearing us apart. Thanks to me..and my stupid character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i hate my life. I sometimes wish that..a car would just come crashing right now into my body. But no..im not going to think that way anymore. There are too many things i have gone through to end like this. Too many. There are people who be sad, my family, friends and her. How am i suppose to let them down like this. I guess its just another teary night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side at least that last phrase rhymes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-4916608277066232905?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4916608277066232905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/opps-i-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4916608277066232905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4916608277066232905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/opps-i-did-it-again.html' title='Opps i did it again?'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1829971631998380805</id><published>2009-09-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:01:02.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>*ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep beep beep beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Hello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep beep beep beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah im here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your fucking mind...im here to fucking tell you to WAKE UP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? what? wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep beep beep beep beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to wake up i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1829971631998380805?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1829971631998380805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1829971631998380805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1829971631998380805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5142343295726463677</id><published>2009-09-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:29:04.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like its getting all to us</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is prelims. Are we prepared? no, Why? no time, How? just do our best i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is prelims. Final exam before the As. Are D and E acceptable? no, Why? cuz it wont get us into Uni, How? just do our best i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is prelims. SO WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after time, i told myself i will do this i will do that. Well i guess none of it has been accomplished. Tomorrow is prelims, the stress is mounting, its getting to all of us. No one is spared from its grasp. Its been a long time since i've felt so much stress in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, darling and i have been doing our preparations,She has. Have i? Looking at the notes, flipping here flipping there. How much goes in. So many exams. All the answers vague, vague, vague Vague,VAGUE FUCKING! VAGUE! its time i've stopped this...this trend. start a new one. Good good good good EXCELLENT! thats what i want. I know darling will do well, i know she will have good grades. She will make it. And therfore, im setting my goals, to meet up to her. So that we will get into the same UNI different course nevermind, at least same place better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has been there for me so many times when i broke down from this stress, i really have to thank her for this. Baybeh i love you. hopefully this is the last of times u see me breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit this is for baby : touch wood touch wood no jinx no jinx jinx go away jinx go away. my darling says hi and she loves starbucks cuz she and starbucks are both awesome. and go to starbucks.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;u just add there&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;touch wood&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;touch wood&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;no jinx&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;jinx go away&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;and put there&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;my darling says hi&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;and put there&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;i love starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;cos starbucks is awesome&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;go to www.starbucks.com&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl says:&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah la, she just kidding about the starbucks part...haha..i love her so much..she so adorable and cute.hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5142343295726463677?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5142343295726463677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/seems-like-its-getting-all-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5142343295726463677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5142343295726463677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/seems-like-its-getting-all-to-us.html' title='seems like its getting all to us'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1776948184202370778</id><published>2009-08-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:31:43.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How...</title><content type='html'>Somehow it seems like im not meant to be here. I'm not meants to be taking A levels. I feel so demoralised, yea..im stupid..Looking at the prelim paper. I just cant do a single fucking question. No...i have never been in this situation. No i have never been so constricted. No i have never been so stressed. Honestly i never knew what was stress until now. The strain physically and mentally...I just cant seem to give it my all. I dont know why. I guess im being lazy. I am just too lazy to give it my all. Im not focused at all. All i do is finish my homework and hand it up. Revision has been stagnant all these while. What have i been doing. With everyone progressing im still stuck at this point. What the fuck is wrong with me. Great A levels in another 76 days. Just a little more than 2 months. What have i been doing. How am i going to make it in time for A levels. Dont even need to talk about prelims, its hope was long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is going to be an emo night. Oh well, i just want to go to sleep and forget all my worries and spend time with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a bitch. Money studies money studies. Whats the point in life exactly. Money and studies? if that is the case, someone show it how important that is in my life. Cuz right now. i feel suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i keep making the wrong moves. Why do i keep seeing these watery clouds in front of me. Darling, please help me get rid of them for me. I dont like them, they arent being my friends at all. I need ur shoulder...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1776948184202370778?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1776948184202370778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1776948184202370778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1776948184202370778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/how.html' title='How...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7059898274619044073</id><published>2009-08-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:52:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is dedicated to my sweetest darling, baby sheryl</title><content type='html'>Spent the night of Singapore's birthday together with baby S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to picj her up at her house at first. We made our way down to city hall only to see a crowded bunch of people going to the same place as we are going. What i had in mind was us sitting at the esplanade there, the walkway on the bridge. But who would have thought that they actually block that place us cuz people were already there before us -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just had to sit at this garden place, but at least still got a nice view of the sky. Spending our time playing Sneezies, playing whose got the biggest brian and eating famous amos cookies. Not long after, the 3 helicopters came carrying the singapore flag flew past us. Then came the 3 F-16, loud as ever. Could see their flames out of the back of the fighters. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the fireworks... ... ... but not only till baby S asked, where are the fireworks..then BOOM! the fireworks! Got star and heart shaped fireworks, colourful as ever and even the gold glittery one. According to her, fireworks are tax payers money blowing up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed while the fireworks burst in the sky. You know what they say, when u find the true one for you, fireworks will be bursting in the sky when u kiss her. Well it did. Boom boom boom..as our lips touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank her for spending the night with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sheryl Koh Hsin Yun aka Baby S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7059898274619044073?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7059898274619044073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my-sweetest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7059898274619044073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7059898274619044073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my-sweetest.html' title='This post is dedicated to my sweetest darling, baby sheryl'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2595698928503845000</id><published>2009-08-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:10:36.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hand moves, slowly....</title><content type='html'>Time is ticking, do i have what it takes to reach there in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly slowly...the clock is counting down..how much time am i left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have i improved since the last miserable SA2s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i make it in time for As?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after today, just a simple question on respiration..i can get a miserable 6/10. Yes it may have seemed like 6/10 to me was a big deal last year. But as A levels slowly start getting nearer and nearer. I'm starting to panic. Panic. My heart thumps with every single mistake, my mind rushes through how this question comes out for A levels and i dont know how to do it. Resulting in my failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone lead my way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2595698928503845000?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2595698928503845000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hand-moves-slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2595698928503845000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2595698928503845000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hand-moves-slowly.html' title='The hand moves, slowly....'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3080576189739707326</id><published>2009-08-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:18:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a tiring day...</title><content type='html'>Today was my Vocational Assesment for NDU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early early in the morning like at 6...to take a cab down to sembawang mrt to wait for bus to send us to the naval base. The freaking cab cost me $20...but at least better than i wake up uber uber early to go down. Just my luck that i live in pasir ris and the camp is in sembawang. Well i know that i went there with a confused mind, on whether i want to really try to get into NDU or try to get into another vocation. In any case, i was going to do my best. So as i walked to the  meeting point, i saw a familiar face. NICHOLAS aka OR JIAO! in his white and navy uniform. I also met kevin there. After waiting for like...45mins for the bus. Finally it came and we were on our way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other high security areas, we have to deposit our camera phones and memory cards which meant that i couldnt message baby...aww....So out first stop was the auditorium for an imformal session intro. about the NDU. Looks quite exciting which was the thing that kinda changed my mind into wanting to get into diving. Moreover, the fact that is if i dont get to NDU, they would most probably send me next to commando or to guards. Which i never wanted to get into. So i guess NDU was the right thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our medical checkup. Dammit, another 2 test tubes of blood gone. Then we went through a series of test, the same sound test but now got 2 new test, the blowjob test and the ear fuck test. First one was the blow into the analyser to check the lung capacity. people blow 1 time, the thing can calculate. but then i have to blow like what..7 times then they thing can calculate...wa...make my chest feel damn tight afterwards. Then the earfuck test have the person sticking some probe into my ear to test the membrane of my ear. Apparently its to see whether im suitable for diving or not and whether the membrane thick enough or not. We had to do this valsapar thing to clear our ear pressure when decending into the water. So we had a stimulated chamber where the pressure was lowered to 10m to see whether we could "breathe" through our ears. I tried but i could only do it for one side. So in the end..i did it the way i wanted to. To swallow ur saliva. That was the only way i could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test was lunch, nah...not nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had physical test, Pull up, SBJ and swimming..swimming was fun, but we only had to swim a mere 25m on a 1m shallow side. But apparently the pool is super big. just like 4m width is a 1m shallow side, and the rest is a dark descend to a 10m deep. Its just like a cliff, suddenly u are walking and then it drops far far far far far far far down...scary much and the water was salty, to stimulate sea conditions. Great so happen today the filter had to be under maintenence and that meant the water was green....ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the physical test was the interview. So i kinda made up my mind by then and i told them that i was kinda interested in joining NDU. I wont regret my choice, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner afterwards....much much  better, spaghetti with honey baked chicken. Super nice but then my stomach was still full from lunch. Lunch was at what...1 30 and dinner was at 4 30? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last psychological test was the most tiring of all. About 300 mcq questions to do..seriously made me brain dead afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what kept me going was that after this we could go retrieve our phones as it was the end of the Vocational Assessment. Once i recieved my phone, i immediately called baby to see how she was. haha...well she didnt turn her phone silent in the school library and it was ringing aloud without her realising it until her friend told her. Darling im sorry :( but she is still super adorable and i still love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully, im posted  to the NDU either that or they could give me a SNIPER vocational assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait the most exciting part is that after the diving course, i will recieve a diving license which i can convert into a commercial license and use it for any leisure purposes i want. I'm going to take darling diving with me one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3080576189739707326?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3080576189739707326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3080576189739707326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3080576189739707326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-tiring-day.html' title='What a tiring day...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3474550196767875258</id><published>2009-08-03T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:56:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just mean so much to me</title><content type='html'>Darling, what will i do without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now..you being there for me..was the line between me doing something stupid and me just sitting there quitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno how to thank you for being there for me...&lt;br /&gt;If it was the reverse way...i dunno how i would be as strong as you..I would have broken down together with you. Thats me...but you are different. You stayed strong for me no matter what. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3474550196767875258?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3474550196767875258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-just-mean-so-much-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3474550196767875258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3474550196767875258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-just-mean-so-much-to-me.html' title='You just mean so much to me'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2408581779169011495</id><published>2009-07-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:10:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOP COMES TO ASIA!</title><content type='html'>Finally blogger is working and i can blog properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about friday first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday had school in the morning, but as usual, was hoping for it to move fast move fast. So Econs class was cancelled and then me and baby rushed to Tampines One to try and get a liverpool ball. However we couldnt find any store selling. So we decided that they just sign on her jersey and they would sign on my ball, My Grade 1 nike ball. Hahaha...funny...liverpool sponsered by adidas i ask them sign my nike ball. Style ah. So we went to get burger king and rushed down to Tampines Courts for the meet and greet session! When we rushed down, we went to queue to meet and at the same time ate our burger king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met "egypt" brandon and we finally reached to meet and greet with MASCHERANO and ARBELOA. Torres went to velocity. So couldnt meet him..aww..We handed them our tickets with seriel number 0052 and 0053. And we went to meet them. While queuing up to meet them, the organisers gave us free match booklets. In them contained free Gaint POSTER!!! So baby had something for them to sign, cuz she was kinda reluctant for them to sign her jersey. She let them sign the gaint poster, and i let them sign my nike ball! After that there was LUCKY DRAW! Brandon managed to get another ticket for the south stand! While first Darling's ticket won free training session for that night, which was 1 adult and 1 child. Then we needed one more ticket and we kinda was hoping for my ticket to win. 005...3 WOOHOOO we won another ticket!!! So we managed to go for the training session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the national stadium, we met zan and clement hoping to sneak them in with the child tickets. So we put it behind the 2 adult tickets. Luckily for us. they didnt check and both of them managed to sneak in together with us...shh...hahahaa..got to see most of the players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cant seem to upload photos now..i'll upload all the photos together with todays match photos in the next post okay? Thats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2408581779169011495?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2408581779169011495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/kop-comes-to-asia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2408581779169011495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2408581779169011495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/kop-comes-to-asia.html' title='KOP COMES TO ASIA!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6636500406787990150</id><published>2009-07-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:58:45.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know..</title><content type='html'>I dont know whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i cant be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how things can just change so quickly, yet i cant see it&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when im going to learn&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats the problem with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that im fucking up my own life&lt;br /&gt;I know that im a fucking loser&lt;br /&gt;I know that im a fucking idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..fuck me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6636500406787990150?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6636500406787990150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6636500406787990150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6636500406787990150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know..'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-211681419038111743</id><published>2009-07-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:03:20.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALF YEAR ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>Its been a long yet, yet seems like a short time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks our Half year anniversary..we can now dare to say that we have been together for a total of 6 months. Soon it will be our 1 year anniversary. Time does fly, but it sometimes flies slowly. All i have to say here is that, im happy being with you. Im glad that ur always there for me when i need you. Im excited when you share the good moments with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy half year anniversary darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-211681419038111743?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/211681419038111743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/211681419038111743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/211681419038111743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-year-anniversary.html' title='HALF YEAR ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3019445215211714390</id><published>2009-07-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:13:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD! DEAD I TELL YOU!</title><content type='html'>Alert Alert Dead Blog over here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly results are just an eyesore yet again. I never seem to do well for mid years...not in secondary school and not certainly not in JC...EEUEU nice one ah...but then...maybe not too bad ah..considering that my edusave no more money. Maybe they give me good progress award then i can get more money inside. I have no idea why they never go and top up my account...purposely one leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the school wants to implement some 7-9 night study revision thing. I still remember in Temasek they went to implement it but it was voluntary for all students. I recall going for one of the days but i found it totally useless for me. So if i know that night study is useless for me...then now they make it compulsory for me..great..waste my time..where do i eat dinner? in school...then now weekends my family sure say i must spend time with them and then my friends? the guys how? Damn the school...Star 1 2 3...hello hello testing testing 1 2 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 3 days. It will be our "half year" anniversary..imagine half a year already...does it feel that long: no , does it take that long: yes...3 more days..woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back with her today all the way till 5, cuz she had something on..becuz of her stupid teacher...so i couldnt go  sit with her. instead i sat at a nearby table just looking at her and studying from like 2 to 5. At least i managed to do some revision of chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My target for prelims? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont plan for grades..im just aiming for one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see my name being flashed on the OHP as the top few that subjects. imagine maths, bio, chem...my names are there..in your face, teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO SHERYL KOH HSIN YUN, MY DARLING OF S05 for getting TOP IN THE COHORT FOR GP SA2 ESSAY!!! WOOH NUMBER 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3019445215211714390?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3019445215211714390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-dead-i-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3019445215211714390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3019445215211714390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-dead-i-tell-you.html' title='DEAD! DEAD I TELL YOU!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-4427216447298230557</id><published>2009-07-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:43:11.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Seriously..fuck you. I dont give a damn who you are. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every single thing you did to me...is it for my own good? no...its for your fucking pleasure..scolding me just seems like a habit of yours. Without doing it for a day..you'll just feel miserable i guess. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you are better than me...You can control my life like this. No, im giving one simple fucking reason. ITS MY FUCKING LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i get my own stable life. I wont have to fucking depend on you anymore. Neither will i, even if one day..im broke, bankrupt live it on those cardboard boxes along the streets, in the mrt. I still wont fucking come to you for help. Cuz that will just give you another fucking reason to get at me. FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Fuck your life and dont bring me into it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-4427216447298230557?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4427216447298230557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4427216447298230557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4427216447298230557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6584377370224296795</id><published>2009-07-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:08:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats this</title><content type='html'>So what do i mean to you people. Has it come to this state already..The state where im just rotting at home? Fine it maybe my fault..for rejecting all these while. But its not like i totally avoid. I have no fucking choice. Even if there was this small chance of me hanging out. If you people dont even want to grasp it, i really dunno what i mean to you people anymore. I know that if i were to organise something, i would have asked all of you, i would have involved all of you..Since its come to this state. Whatever, i dont give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just becuz im rotting at home thats why i feel this way..fuck..IHML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6584377370224296795?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6584377370224296795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6584377370224296795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6584377370224296795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-this.html' title='Whats this'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8058732919608660746</id><published>2009-07-03T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:58:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see..</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i last posted. Well probably becuz of the exams...Well, i can say that i did study for this exam, but give it my best...not really..i dunno why but the last week of holidays i've been just wishing that the H1N1 would just close the schools..but i guess life doesnt give you what you want. IT ALWAYS GIVE U LEMONS! So as the saying goes. When life give you lemons. You make lemon juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Exams are over now. Been a super tiring week. Exams were tough. i just hope i did reasonably okay so that my parents wont come down hard on me. Fingers are crossed! I really dont want to lose her. I really love her alot! Her feelings are my feelings. Today i went out with her. To shop, look at stuff and hopefully find my bag. But still cant find my bag. Anyone can find Eastpak "test screen" bag at any store here. please contact me! i really want to buy ah. The small small one not the laptop bag, backpack! I've got to end my long lost search for my bag! someone help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with her really is precious and i really love having her around me. Just makes me feel so warm. I just wished my parents would give me more freedom, so i can just spend time with her. Like when i got absolutely nothing to do at home and rotting, just let me go her house and see her will be fine...its not like we do anything morally negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just wish for her to get good results and my results to be goood enough to satisfy for my parents. I will make sure i'll do better for prelims cuz i have to...Oh well, we'll see how when it comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8058732919608660746?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8058732919608660746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8058732919608660746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8058732919608660746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see..'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8382462603495524535</id><published>2009-06-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:19:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aww darling</title><content type='html'>Today is fathers day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy father's day dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week left to study for exams, unless they extend the holidays for another week, which i hope they do. But then the thing i dont get is..if they extend holidays then the poly how...hopefully they get also. then should be fair. Then gladwin and the guys more chances to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning woke up early to wake up darling to go for drum class. Apparently she didnt sleep the whole night. She is super tired now, cant blame her. She didnt sleep the whole night. Oh well...She went to isetan to check my bag also. Looks like i will have to go to heeren to get my bag. Finally i found a bag which i like and suits my style. from Eastpak! woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling no more late late nights okay...i worried...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8382462603495524535?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8382462603495524535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8382462603495524535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8382462603495524535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww-darling.html' title='aww darling'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8596245133564078045</id><published>2009-06-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:22:45.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>ITS 5 Months already since we got together. 5 months is not a short time, not easy to get here...but the longer we get together, the more i feel that we can go longer, both of us think long term and know we can last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i love her so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i kinda created this when i was with her at HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say POP she says ROCK&lt;br /&gt;I say Jonas Brothers she says Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;I say Hannah Montana she says Hayley Williams&lt;br /&gt;I say HSM Soundtrack she says HSM Soundtrack Punk Version&lt;br /&gt;I say Dress she says Leggings with guys tees&lt;br /&gt;I say Netball she says Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is so unique about her. Not the usual girl u know and i love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th month darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8596245133564078045?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8596245133564078045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-month-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8596245133564078045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8596245133564078045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-month-anniversary.html' title='5 Month Anniversary'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1931339317203168276</id><published>2009-06-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:59:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKING MAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, today was quite an interesting day. Woke up early in the morning. 9 o clock to have tuition. Been a while since i woke up early to have tuition or rather anything. Feels weird. My body clock better change before the school starts. Oh yea, MOE may be extending the holidays for 1 more week due to the swine flu. That means 1 more week to prepare for SA2s. Wait, will we still have SA2s? i dunno. hope not..better ah. dont have SA2s CUZ IM TOTALLY NOT PREPARED FOR IT. as usual. i'll spend my time just studying and revising, but actuaally how much of that time is used to focus and concentrate. how much of that time had things going into my head. well i guess only 20% of the time.oh wells. i still have about more than a week. or 2 weeks if they extend the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tuition ended at like 11. I rushed over to baby's place to have lunch and study. But the yesterday we just couldnt decide on what to eat. So i had a plan. *shhh i hardly have plans* one of my moments. I decided to go to her house and cook together. So i could taste her special spaghetti once again. The last time i tasted it was during our 1st month together at Pasir Ris Park. So we went to East Point Fairprice to get our stuff. Cheese and Herbs spaghetti sauce, Streaky Bacon, Official spaghetti noodles ( dont ask me about the official thing, it says it on the packet ) Actually that was all we got. Then we went over to her house. She was incharge of cooking the spaghetti while i was in charge of the bacon. Then i cut the bacon into super thin slices only to get the " -.- " stare from her...haha....baby went ahead to put the spaghetti into the big pot full of boiling water. really vvery hot leh.i cannot tahan. Somemore i wear the shirt so baggy and airy can feel the hot air through my shirt. At one point in time, we both forgot to look out for the spaghetti that the water ran dry, and now we were frying spaghetti. We quickly rushed to go get water to pour in. Woah, baby sure can carry hot stuff. i cant. i quite sensitive to heat one. She ah, hold so long also not hot. i touch abit only cannot tahan...oh my...so i went ahead to cut the bacon and fry the bacon. Fried it using butter as substitute for oil. I went to fry it until it was crispy and only lean meat, cuz darling doesnt like the fatty parts. So just fry until the fats melt lor.. then left the chewy crispy meat..hehe...She went to take sausage and cut and place together with the spaghetti and boil. After everything was done, we were still left with the sauce. The sauce ah. NEVER TRUST THE PACKAGING ON THE CAN! SERIOUSLY. This is what the can said "one can serving for 2 - 3 pax " waa....lucky we bought 2 cans. Just nice for both of us. Maybe singaporeans different ah, we eat more? or we just more selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we had to clean up the mass amounts of ants around the area, i think it was the bacon that attracted the ants ah...cuz when i wash then oily oily mah...then the ants come. one whole swarm of them...so, i went to pour some water on the ants. Reuben 1 - 0 Ants. Darling then went to take the wet towel and wipe them into the sink. her method actually more effective ah. Sheryl 28366839 - 0 Ants. After clearing up everything, we went to sit down in the living room, with our pastas and tasted our hard work. IT TASTED GREAT! with all the bacon bits inside, the sausauge. The spaghetti was alright althought darling says its still abit hard. Somehow or rather, the noodle turns cold quite fast ah. I HAD TO EAT A WHILE PILE OF noodles. cuz apparently darling didnt want to eat so much. Actually, just by cooking the food, both of us already felt full. Maybe its cuz when u cook the food, u just look at it so much, then smell it so much that it makes u full already. Scent hunger. haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great day, with great food! woohoo here it is. Our outcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348697607246906690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SjpkIprvBUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mKH7VbX9Lp4/s320/SNC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine plate is the one on the right, see the amount i had too eat, comparatively to the one on the left. Doesnt look like alot from here but. TRUST ME. ITS ALOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come on...extend the damn school holidays!!! come on!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1931339317203168276?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1931339317203168276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/cooking-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1931339317203168276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1931339317203168276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/cooking-mama.html' title='COOKING MAMA!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SjpkIprvBUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mKH7VbX9Lp4/s72-c/SNC00034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3196900369161615553</id><published>2009-06-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:54:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day</title><content type='html'>1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day 1 more day..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 1 more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say, its been a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i got to say, i miss her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need to say, i need her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have left to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day and shes back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3196900369161615553?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3196900369161615553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-more-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3196900369161615553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3196900369161615553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-441617287089550460</id><published>2009-06-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:44:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7~</title><content type='html'>well 2 more days. Just 2 more days..can i do it? 2 more damn days. These few days i guess i'll be very edgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today flew quite fast. Firstly , Went to send my irritating sis to the hospital, when i didnt need to be there. Dunno why she go also, damn redundant..Then after that went to meet gladwin and the guys to play lan and to eat dinner. I havent played DOTA is a seriously long time and im seriously sucky at it right now...wait..i was sucky with it in the first place...so i guess no diff. Well dinner was at 85. The bak chor mee there still rocks. But then as gladwin said. the chili they put,i think for show only. i thought i would be very hot so i took out all the chili but in my soup were still like loads of chili seed, so i thought it would be very spicy. But then i couldnt even taste the spicyness of the soup. So the chili there is for show only lor...not bad not bad..still taste nice haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and my irritating sister just found out i had a blog. The reason why i dont want to tell her i have a blog is cuz she is super irritating. well i guess now she will be her irritating self and go tell my parents, then my parents will come down hard on me again. Hi sis, and thanks alot for what your about to do. IRRITATING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-441617287089550460?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/441617287089550460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/441617287089550460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/441617287089550460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-7.html' title='Day 7~'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-9176407231414346169</id><published>2009-06-11T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:14:35.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Yes ah, 2/3 of the trip down already. I think by now she would be travelling to wenzhou to meet up with all her relatives already. I really hope she is having a good time over there. Maybe in Wenzhou there is internet access for her to use. I need to ask her about what time her flight arrives so i can go pick her up. regardless of whether her relatives or whoever is there. I love her and im not afriad to show it to her. BUT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT TIME THE FLIGHT ARRIVE..haha...unless i can sit at the airport study the whole day until she calls me as she promised then i go find her. However, if u people know me well, i dont like to be alone. The feeling is not nice...the lonely feeling. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well didnt go to school today, didnt feel like it. Instead i slept until 12 again..haha...well for the past 2 weeks, i've been waking up in the middle of the night. Lets see it this way. If u wake up in the middle of the night, means  ur sleep is disturbed and then the sleep count is restarted, so when i wake up like at 8, it feels like i only slept for like 2,3 hours only...no counted right...stupid body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well missing her loads now, but im kinda used to it already after 6 days..Have to get used to it, later in NS how? haha...listening to BEP new album now, i think its quite cool ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to studying now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you darling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-9176407231414346169?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9176407231414346169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/9176407231414346169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/9176407231414346169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-833159233417755585</id><published>2009-06-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:21:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Okay more than half the trip down already. another 4 more days and then she comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. i want to kill myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-833159233417755585?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/833159233417755585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/833159233417755585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/833159233417755585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-888981114198994109</id><published>2009-06-09T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:04:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>About half way there. But still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, today is the first time i saw her post something on her blog when she is overseas. Apparently her dad doesnt want her to be online she is overseas. So i guess i wont be able to see her online till she comes back or hear from her at least. Its going to be hard, but i know i can pull try. wait..i think i can...o_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. Had Chem from 9 - 11. Surprisingly, i was like my whole revision flash through my eyes. everything seems to be perfectly fine and i understood most things that were thrown to us. need more revision. shall get down to doing it soon. As usual i was feeling super cold. I think im cold blooded. Vunerable to aircon. My temperature has been like 35 - 36 degrees celcius. That freaking cold ah. whats wrong with my body. oh well. I dont need to go school anymore or more like. I dont feel like going to school anymore. Today go to school 2 hours then just come home and im already dying of boredem and i got nothing to do. Study yes ah...but then rest abit must right..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEP album release today! BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling i really miss you, although i know you wont really get the chance to see my blog anytime soon, but doesnt matter. In my heart i miss you, in my mind i think of you, with my body im longing for your hugs. Oh well, as my friend told me.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder. From a wise man, nah not wise la...some rip off man ZAN! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-888981114198994109?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/888981114198994109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/888981114198994109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/888981114198994109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8123549692693030707</id><published>2009-06-08T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:52:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day</title><content type='html'>Aww man....im seriously dying here. Someone save me. Remember the time where internet access to Singapore suddenly crashed, people's work had to be put on hold, stocks fell and everyone was awaiting the time where internet would be put up again. Well the feeling is similiar now, not saying that you are like internet but the feeling of not having you is like when everyone lost internet access. The feeling just sucks. Im bored here. Everytime i log on into MSN, i just hope for tha glimpse of your name there next to a green man. And even if ur not online. i just place the grey highlighted bar on ur name next to the grey man. Hoping that suddenly at the corner of my eye, i see that pop up message with Oli Skyes photo and ur name on it. Then the whole msn list will change now, showing those who are online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, without you here has really showed me how much i miss you, and how much i love you. I feel dead without you. I've been thinking alot lately and maybe too much. I was thinking that if this period of time could have showed me how much u mean to me, maybe it worked for you as well...but just the opposite..hope that doesnt happen. No...im thinking too much. STOP THINKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was the 1st day of the Academic week and i shall say that, its as good as normal lessons. No...even my normal lessons end earlier than this...Something wrong with the school. Oh well...too bad im at this school. Blame my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, faster come online, faster blog..faster come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8123549692693030707?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8123549692693030707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8123549692693030707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8123549692693030707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-day.html' title='3rd day'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3315719414859348953</id><published>2009-06-07T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:33:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>2nd day without her is already killing me..dammit..NS how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well should tell her what i did so far right haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yesterday the first half of the day nothing much ah. Spend time with my parents after the softball camp (which i think had a sucky ending *thanks to some people* ) After that i went to pick up the surprise present for Hoyin. Which was actually 2 girls -.- Xinyi and Clara. Should have wrapped them in like those kind of wrapping u see on kinder surprise. Then send this giant egg to him. Well, dinner was at SIA sports club. It was okay for the price we paid. The sucky thing was that whats the point of having a private room if the room isnt close at all..Might as well not get a private room. I think they were looking out for whether we were drinking our Vodka since if we brought our own drinks we would have to pay extra $10 O_O. I ate quite alot actually..Damn full. Me and Pang always eat to our hearts content. Jazli was there eating up like 8 prawns. Prawn FREAK! haha...As usual we had to sing our loud birthday song with hoyin standing on the chair. Actually..only gladwin and pang there singing. The rest of us just clapping our hands. Then  we presented Hoyin with his super awesome cake. PEACH STRUDDLE! woohoo. Taste awesome man...The previous few like apple was nice ( my brithday ) durian for erics wasn't my fav since i dont like durian oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dinner we went to his house to lepak a while, watched the first half of England vs Borat's country, watched L4D 2 trailer and played mahjong..his house quite nice ah...can see tpjc from there..wonder he stalking us when he free or not..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for today, im going to have to go for tuition and then at night i got dinner with my secondary class. Its been a long time since i've seen them..At SIMPANG! simpang kind of reminds me of you darling. Since we live near there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of her last night, my dream was about msn-ing with her and talking to her on the phone while she was still on her overseas trip. Super awesome but just that i didnt get to see her. Hopeefully she gets to use her dad's com today to msn with me...the sudden urge to see her..damn...control!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3315719414859348953?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3315719414859348953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3315719414859348953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3315719414859348953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7412012625401345943</id><published>2009-06-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:45:13.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>what can i say...8 more days till she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;The whole day i've been thinking about you...&lt;br /&gt;Can you come back now?&lt;br /&gt;I really need you&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for this 9 days to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING MISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st blog post of my promise. Sorry i came a bit late. Hoyin's birthday today. Happy birthday dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a capital L Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..come back darling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7412012625401345943?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7412012625401345943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7412012625401345943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7412012625401345943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-634468041649729161</id><published>2009-06-05T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:07:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long and goodnight</title><content type='html'>Its going to be tomorrow, that she flies off overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days without seeing her...am i going to survive? i guess i have no choice but to do that...I'll be strong and i know she will too...9 days. Hopefully it flies. Will be blogging everyday off that 9 days...im missing her already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-634468041649729161?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/634468041649729161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-long-and-goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/634468041649729161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/634468041649729161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-long-and-goodnight.html' title='So long and goodnight'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-153396851405191423</id><published>2009-05-30T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:34:22.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA!</title><content type='html'>I GOT A SILVER!!! ON MY SECOND ATTEMPT!!! WOOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-153396851405191423?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/153396851405191423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/napfa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/153396851405191423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/153396851405191423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/napfa.html' title='NAPFA!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5906467086953780462</id><published>2009-05-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:42:13.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeatedly</title><content type='html'>It seems like every saturday, i make the same mistakes. Every saturday, the same thing happens. Every saturday, i just go about doing the same things knowin that things arent going to be alright. Every FUCKING saturday, i feel fucked up...Why..Why do i keep on doing the same things knowing that things wont turn out right. Why wouldn't i trust my feelings. I knew something bad was going to happen, i fucking knew it. Why wont i do anything about it. Is it because im too lazy to care? no....Is it because i dont give a damn? no.....But because im too afriad to face the truth. Too scared to know that you wouldn't be okay. Honestly, i have no idea how to comfort you. Everything i cant do that, i feel damn sad. Everytime i see you like this, my heart breaks. Someone tell me how...I want to be there for you, but i feel useless. I keep making you upset and it keeps on repeating itself. When will i learn. When will i change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5906467086953780462?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5906467086953780462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/repeatedly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5906467086953780462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5906467086953780462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/repeatedly.html' title='Repeatedly'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3188414066231253784</id><published>2009-05-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:38:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall down...</title><content type='html'>My baby fell sick today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wished i could spend time with her from the morning. Send her to doctor, make her feel more comfortable..My heart breaks seeing her like this. I only got to spend a mere 2 hours with her today. And time with her always flies really really fast. I mean like really fast. not fair...Hope she gets better soon. Soon like tomorrow..so that she can compete in sports day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS SPORTS DAY! hope i can run fast enough to not let down my team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/If i ever open a shop...i'm going to call it "fall down" since like all the shops i've seen with nice clothes are all like 2 words...so mine will be fall down!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3188414066231253784?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3188414066231253784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3188414066231253784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3188414066231253784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fall-down.html' title='Fall down...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8351343905519350432</id><published>2009-05-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:30:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING SHUT UP!</title><content type='html'>You just can't keep ur mouth shut for 1 min is it....you just cant freaking close it, so the rest of the people around you can have their peace and quiet? you know you damn fucking irritating or not....you may not see the things that people are trying to tell you, so let me help u get the idea of what people are trying to tell you. SHUT THE FUCK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you say to me the same lines, everytime you say the same thing over and over again. I can mouth out ur words now you know...Whats the point of repeating the same things to me when you said it for like the million time. I not some retard who doesn't get the point, i un-der-stand what you trying to tell me. You want me to say it straight in ur face "I UNDERSTAND!" I bet with you, one day you just keep talking, talk and talk..and i wont say i understand anymore...I'll just tell you. "FUCK OFF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be the day, when i get my own job, my own stable lifestyle then good luck to you. Cuz i never want to become you. You give people so much problems and headaches. Go get a taste of ur own medicine, fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8351343905519350432?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8351343905519350432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fucking-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8351343905519350432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8351343905519350432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fucking-shut-up.html' title='FUCKING SHUT UP!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-4907214730712878012</id><published>2009-05-15T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:52:00.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been long</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a long time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite tired from school espcially with competition now...school is fucking tiring..Our match against NJC resulted in a 8 - 11 lose...a good close fight to be honest. but i didnt start since my back was hurting. Our next match VJC resulted in a 5 -4 lose...1 damn run...we were leading 4 - 0...i have no idea how we lost that lead to lose 5 -4...quite disappointing to be honest. And today? against ACSI? we lost a miserable 19 - 4. To be honest, even though we lost like this, i still dunno how they managed to win RJC 14 - 5....seriously...how? oh well, we're left with 2 more matches...HCI and RJC. Even though we know we are the weakest of the groups, we shall just try shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time monday comes, my back will be fully recovered so that i'll be in full fighting force!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. My darling BOUGHT FOR ME AN A7X TEE! WOOHOO!!! She freaking rocks! i love her so much for the things she does for me. I feel kinda bad cuz i never got anything for her...awww man....wait till i find something.  THE A7X tee is black background with green prints!!! ROCKING HARD YEA!!!! i love her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-4907214730712878012?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4907214730712878012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4907214730712878012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/4907214730712878012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long.html' title='Its been long'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-361597836969728048</id><published>2009-05-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:02:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this</title><content type='html'>I'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i push myself so hard, only to fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fuck do i do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know the outcome ain't going to reap gold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew it from the start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont understand why im chasing a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this&lt;div 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this'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3390538291794954835</id><published>2009-05-05T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:04:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the first match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow isn't the first time i'm feeling this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the first time the team has felt so strongly about winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow isn't the first time i know we won't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the time i visit hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow isn't the time i will visit cloud9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow one by one we will fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this is what made me the vice-captain of the team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3390538291794954835?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3390538291794954835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3390538291794954835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3390538291794954835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8423669886227078086</id><published>2009-05-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:59:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there, the angel from my nightmare...</title><content type='html'>Maybe today is just one of the days where i told myself i would do something, but in the end achieve nothing. Told myself i would study, told her today would be hardcore studying..but end up..all i did was just about 2 hours of studying and the rest was spent playing mahjong. What kind of bullshit am i lying to myself. I feel stupid. I feel fucked up.  I feel guilty. I feel like i just let her down after telling her the day before my plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with me. A level year this year and i just spend 1 day wasting my life away instead of studying. Its 1 day closer to A levels, 1 day lesser for me to day after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter(doesnt mean better) note. Once again i'm in the team. top 15 again. Whats the point. For too many times have i been in it..Too many times have i experienced it. So lets go to hell again. Standing there for 2 hours just stoning as softballs are hit far far away, homeruns after homeruns. Its hell. And whats the point if we cant even win. Come on la...lost to NJC 8 - 7 in SRC. Wake up the fucking idea that they were fielding their second fucking team against us. Like they will field their 2nd team against us in Nationals? No fucking way. Even ACSI has gotten better, what about us? what the fuck are we still doing wrong that we cant do better than them.  Honestly, i dont mind not being in the team, i rather have some other player who has no experience play, so they next year can play again. With my back injury, i'm just scared now that on the day itself, it starts again and it will be fucking hell for me...its on off on off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pessimistic post, but im not going to do loser talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8423669886227078086?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8423669886227078086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8423669886227078086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8423669886227078086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-there-angel-from-my-nightmare.html' title='Hello there, the angel from my nightmare...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-884719570198167649</id><published>2009-04-26T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:46:00.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging around the treetops, looking at ur perfect eyes..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a super packed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Training which started in the morning at like 8 30. Reached there, see so little people..was already kinda pissed off why people weren't able to come on time. Specifically said 8 30 already. oh well...Zach and me tried to make some gatorade drink that zan brought for the team. Thanks Zan. Though it tasted all like weird and stuff...maybe cuz his powder all like expired already. haha..but still grateful for what he contributed. Cant ask for so much, can we...Started training when my back ache suddenly damn painful. Felt damn shitty...Then coach wanted to use the machine for machine batting..but it wasnt working again. So we like spent half of the training to fix up the machine, which apparently was becuz of a hole in the extension wire. Tried to mend back the hole, but cutting away that part and re-wiring all the wires in the extension cord. but still it didnt work. So we gave up. AT least i got to sit in the shades while the weather was just being a bitch. Making the weather so warm..In the end, when training ended, the stupid fans in the room weren't working. Great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home where i felt like sleeping but was apparently too lazy to get my ass off the chair (stoning at the com screen) to go to the bed to sleep. So i didnt really sleep..Then came tuition at 7 30 to 9 30 where the teacher bought for us pizza! Great teacher...can teach well and treats students nice. No, Im not saying this just becuz he bought pizza...when he asked whether we all want or not, we actually told him no need, but he still went ahead to buy for us! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: After tuition i rushed to E!Hub to meet baby to catch Fast and Furious 4. we got like front rows..but still okay la..it wasnt so front either since like E!hub theaters are like super nice. The view wasnt as bad i as i thought it would be. If only we got the couple seats at the back ah! *wink wink* haha...super awesome movie.Linking up the 1st, 2nd and 3rd movie all together at the same time. Wonder if there will be anymore fast and furious. Hopefully there will be...More drifting, more races, more 10sec cars! Hell yea! But actually the movie wasnt important, it was the time i spend with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that i went to her house to catch Man Utd match, have to thank her mum for allowing me to come over so late in the night. First half just seriously messed up. Man Utd attack and attack but no goal. Tottenham attack a few times. Half time score 0 - 2. Messed up..must be becuz of my curse that cause man utd to lose. So i told her. i dont want to watch already, so we went to watch fosters home for imaginary friends where she also gave me one of her super duper nice massages for my back. Damn i need it now..my back is hurting again. So i was tempted to turn back to see the score, and guess what..without me watching man utd got a penalty and ronaldo scored! woohoo...But we were still losing, so i thought, damn we cannot lose so i told myself dont watch already. And when i decided to turn back hoping for a better outcome! MAN UTD LEAD 4 -2 to TOTTENHAM! WOOHOO...haha..so i was like...maybe i dont watch...they score more ah..so i turned back to cartoon, to baby's favourite show and after a while, i told her..."darling ah, maybe i turn back now..the score will be 5 -2 ah" so i turned back and TADA! 5-2!!!!! MAN UTD win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time spent with darling actually are very precious. Time always seems to fly when im around her..I went back home around like 3. after the match..was still very reluctant to leave. darling &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-884719570198167649?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/884719570198167649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanging-around-treetops-looking-at-ur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/884719570198167649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/884719570198167649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanging-around-treetops-looking-at-ur.html' title='Hanging around the treetops, looking at ur perfect eyes..'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2717197541194090104</id><published>2009-04-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:04:11.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2717197541194090104?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2717197541194090104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2717197541194090104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2717197541194090104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1912252170139666264</id><published>2009-04-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:06:11.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is our 3rd month already since we go together. HAPPY 3rd MONTH ANNIVERSARY BABY. I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...today she left school because her wrist was swollen, how i wished i could tell her not to leave and stay with me in school cuz i had like loads of breaks. But how i could make her stay back for my own selfish reason, she needed to see the doctor. Well, at least my heartache gone already since i know that she is fine. doc said something about sprained wrist and playing volleyball. How could i, not have taught her how to play volleyball properly. Come on la...i was once SAS volleyball representative in the National School Competition. Now? I still remember the basics..haha..shall teach her one day, Softball, Volleyball errr...what else..everything else except for BasketBall. Can't play that for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today played Basketball with softballers and Zan's classmates. I just realised, im not chinese. Cuz chinese people should have their basketball genes embedded in their cells while malays have their soccer genes and indians have their cricket genes. But i lack the basketball one...and have more of the soccer and softball/cricket ones....IM NOT CHINESE!!! NOOOOOO...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is seriously going to be hectic. With loads of remedials, consulations...test are going to include more topics, darling has dropped chem to h1, means that her timetable will undergo change and our breaks are no longer same...lesser breaks where we see each other..can't send her home as regularly anymore thanks to STAR LEVEL 2..sounds like some shopping mall. We really have to work hard this time. Our parents are coming down on us this term already. Must prove them wrong with the good results. The only way to prevent the predator preying on the prey. Getting good results is like getting a brand new shiny armor to protect us from the sword that means to seperate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get through this together, we will stay together, we wont let anything break us apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a again the 3 phrases of 3 words for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl and Reuben&lt;br /&gt;3rd Month Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;I Love You~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...congrats to her on getting into the EU thing..she is freaking going to germany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1912252170139666264?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1912252170139666264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-month-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1912252170139666264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1912252170139666264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-month-anniversary.html' title='3rd Month Anniversary'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6060895339920678491</id><published>2009-04-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:16:28.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we got something special going on here (:</title><content type='html'>Serious thinking going on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC, the school i chose. The right choice? The wrong choice? its been a year already since i've been in the school. Yet i still dont see anything special here. I dont see any advantages we have over other schools. RJC, HCI...top schools..how to compete against them in A levels. VJC TJC MJC..these schools are constanly improving..our school? deproving..So..in the first place. Why have these kind of schools that are stuck hanging in the middle when in the end...more than half  of its students cant make it to the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, its about how well i do...how well i do and how well my friends do. I dont give a shit about the rest of the school. If i score all As, why should i be sad that the school did badly. In the end, it none of my buisness. The school never really did anything that i feel affiliated to. Even Softball. The only thing holding me back here is that i don't want my skill to deterioate. Plan to go join SAFSA and the NUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i get into the course i want? Doubt so...Bioengineering, Psychology...tch..difficult shit. Well still have my back up plans to go be a softball coach.but still. what are the chances of my dream jobs coming true. I bet in the end...i'll work at some big huge office answering complaint phone calls from random people to complain about the company in my small tiny cubicle. Listening to them rant and vent their frustration while i just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"orh...we understand ur problem, we will try our best to fix it as soon as possible. Thank you for the positive feedback"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and Tired of studying already, yet i still need to complete it. I need to find my motivation back as soon as possible. Probably after Softball Nationals which start on the 6th of may. hello suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6060895339920678491?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6060895339920678491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-we-got-something-special-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6060895339920678491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6060895339920678491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-we-got-something-special-going.html' title='I think we got something special going on here (:'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-912395919775697523</id><published>2009-04-19T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:21:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its those imperfections that make you perfect to me...</title><content type='html'>Well wel...look at the time..its already 3 am. Went to catch "17 again" with my family..thanks to my sis..i have to go watch that show. Wanted to watch Fast and Furious 4 damn badly with her..but i guess its not fated. So next sat, we'll go watch it together since my dad sorta agreed and hopefully the cinema's are still screening it. So many nice movies are coming out, yet so little time to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"17 again" okay okay show..not say very nice, not say very bad. Storyline still interesting to keep me awake. Well, the show kinda shows that, if we had been given a chance to go back in time to change ur path, ur life, what would you do to change it. But i think, in the end...no matter what path you choose, you still end up in the same place, be it fate or be it ur character..somehow or rather it leads you back to the original place that you belong to. So never regret...cuz, there's nothing much you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...these few days have been rather busy, so no time to blog. Lets see...School, rather boring...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..Modern Dance won Gold with Honours..congrats! ermmm..Training sucks still with more injuries happening to me, but at least my back is healing. Kinda made the team run like 5 laps up and down for fumbling..sorry guys..can't help it...my arm was killing me. And if i told coach, he sure say something like..pain is it..then he probably would hit the ball harder at me or something. Better not la ah...play safe..pain never mind can tahan. My glove is not seasoned yet, so kinda difficult. I better season it before Nationals start. Oh yea..i still have no idea when its going to start but im kinda sure it starts in MAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa also starts in May..with mine starting first 5/5/2009. I still cant freaking pass my Standing Broad Jump. How to  get Silver!!! HOW....die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was MTP. Got my results slip. Results still suck. No different from any other exam results. All suck....but teacher never say anything bad about me. Maybe becuz i there ah..then pressure them to say the good stuff out. But every MTP always say the same thing..no diff. Might as well i record down what they say. Then every 3/4 months i play it for my mum to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MTP went to raffles medical to try and get x-ray, but in the end the doc said no need since there is no bone there to check anything for. Since was at terminal 3, had to eat popeyes as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: Went to her house to go over and study. It was kinda difficult to concentrate since like, we never had our own time for about a week already and it was impossible to resist the temptation of just hugging each other. So concentration level today was about maybe 35%? But after we got enough of each other ( we hardly do ) i went to go on to teach her 2 chapters of bio that she's weak in. Hopefully she got what i taught her. Seems like she understood though. Great student!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i had to go for Tuition at 7 30, so she accompanied me to the food court to watch me gobble down my dinner and waited for the bus for me to come. Today really no bus luck. She's just such a darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time really flies when im around her. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, Today weather is freaking hot, its all humid and stuff. Never wear skinnys out on a burning hot day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-912395919775697523?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/912395919775697523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-those-imperfections-that-make-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/912395919775697523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/912395919775697523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-those-imperfections-that-make-you.html' title='Its those imperfections that make you perfect to me...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3157350659620247155</id><published>2009-04-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:52:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>Hell YEA! IM 18 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chalet on my 18th birthday..lets go back to the morning where it started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i woke up super early..today for what. Maybe cuz i was excited about the whole thing. Woke up at like 8 30..then just lazed in bed until like 9 30, where i finally took the challenge to drag my lazy butt to the toilet to wash up...then i bathe and changed to meet her at tamp mrt at 12..so that we would get a glimpse of the new shopping center, Tampinese One ( or rather what i like to call it...VIVO CITY east) and to visit the new UNIQLO brand opened in singapore.  So i reached there on time at 12 pm. Its been a long time where i reached a place on time. So she said her mum making her eat before coming, so will be late..so i was alright and just waited there..wait and wait..finally at tap on my back..DARLING! haha...finally she came, from her mum sending her..time check = 12 : 30...surprisingly my legs did not cramp, although they were like aching from the 12 by 100 heats i had the day before. But still i don't blame her for being late, i dont blame anyone..how can i blame her..do i dare bring my heart to do it? nah..cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked into the stupidily crowded shopping mall with so many people...lucky the place never collapse ah..then went straight away to see UNIQLO...but "FUCK OFF!' must line up to go in??? no thank you ah...Advertisment do until so nice, very very good ah...good until make people go and see, then must line up...wtf...like what Gladwin told me...its kinda becoming an auntie brand, true enough, as i walked away saddened, saw some aunties carry uniqlo bags...wondering if they buying for their children or not...but still!!! its becoming like TOPMAN + BOSSINI...so we headed to Centuary Square, where i felt hungry and ate the prata there..quite nice ehs..should go there more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check = 1 30..So we decided to head towards the Chalet to meet the guys. From pasir ris MRT, we just walked to downtown..but dunno why..i decided to take the longer path through the park with her...wait i remember..it was hot and got shade from trees, so park better!..nice view of the fishing pond also...i caught one fish from there before..achievement..by the time we reached downtown, it was already 2 : 10...late 10 mins...but the rest even later..so..we went ahead up to the chalet first. Then waited for the guys to come. We just leparked in the chalet till like 6 cuz we had nothing to do..while gladwin the CHEF of the gang, went to make his funny mushroom bacon thing ah..i dunno ah...dont like mushrooms..so we watched school of rock in the room until like 6..where gladwin and eric went to pick hoyin and james up ( or to collect cake ) then the rest of us took the stuff down and start fire..i managed to do some, until James came and said he was some pyrotechnic so i just let him start the fire, while she and i just sat down and watch them do the fire starting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay, chicken wing, hot dogs which look pervertic, sotong, potato balls, and stingray...normal bbq stuff but i have to say..the stingray taste awesome!!! oh yea...and the stuff gladwin made..i managed to just peel off the bacon leaving the mushroom for him to eat..haha...dunno why but felt very thirsty and full after a while..didnt eat much..maybe darling's short appetite passed on to me..she also didnt eat much...she was in a eat little phase...so we had loads of leftover and gave it to another bbq where we traded it for like 3 cans of carlsberg beers haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang their signature Happy Birthday song loudly for me and dedrick and brought down the Apple Strudle cake with 2 candles...one for me and one for ded....made my wish and blew it out...standard wished..and what James said after that was kinda true...hah...nice one ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the chalet to wait for the guys to bathe before we headed to go Bowling! Went there about 11 30, where we waited till like what...1 45? so many people there....bowl so slow...noobs...my bowling curse still stays..where my first game is always my best game...i'm contented with myself cuz i managed to do a killer shot! yea! but i missed my change to do a turkey...oh well...hah..by the time it was already 3 plus..so we headed back where everyone was sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sleepy..could tell..ask her bowl, she dont want..must have been tiring just watching me play..so she wanted to sleep, so i went ahead first with her..hugged her to sleep, though i wanted to stay awake while she slept, hugging her just felt so comfortable that i fell asleep too..but that short while...i managed to dream...nightmare...nightmare that i went to her house and her grandma chased me out...woke up at like 7am sweating...stupid small bed....i woke up and accidentally woke her up too..sorry darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told her to go back  to sleep, where we slept til like 8...oh yea..the guys were all sleeping when i went back to slept..except for ded who went for wushu practise at school...sad la...birthday still must go back to school..then at like 8 30, everyone woke up and took turns to use the toilet and checked up at 10 30..the funny part was that before this, we were watching pokemon on tv..OKTO channel! What used to be so nice..turn to like shit...traded pokemon also must go through machine? what the..just pass the pokeball to each other la...hah..then we headed to mac to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to play pool, but i was tired, so i went ahead with baby home first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda marks the end of the chalet. It may seem simple, but its just the time you spend together with friends that counts. Really have to give a big thanks to the guys for making this happen and spending time with me on my 18th birthday. Thanks to baby, who although was the only girl there, still came to spend time with me...shes the best! I'm damn fortunate to be with you..will make sure that when u turn 18, it will also be a memorable one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...the guys gave me a pair of grey skinnys! YEA....what i wanted for a long time, but just lazy to drag my ass to go buy it...now i no need to drag my ass already..cuz i have it! and Darling got me 2 boxers from topman and a bagpack selfmade card, so i can collect a bag from her anytime..sweet much! birthday presents both from TOPMAN! but im still a boy..should go topboy and buy.. okay lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric also passed me my threadless tees today..5 of them! the ice cream shirt rocks!!! and so those the horrorscope one...i just realised that the white stars actually glow in the dark and they look super nice when its all dark!!! hell yea!...but the $5 tee doesnt glow anymore..cuz maybe clearance good...old already...the glow in the dark ink gone already. oh well..can wear as "going to loyang point" tee..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post Long post..shall stop here...A great big thanks to everyone who made my 18th birthday a possible one again and thanks to all the happy birthday message from friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3157350659620247155?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3157350659620247155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3157350659620247155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3157350659620247155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6075685698628144807</id><published>2009-04-07T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:47:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can wait till i get home, then i'll swear to you that we can make this last</title><content type='html'>I dunno why..but seriously..studies is really getting to me..when i can't do something i get seriously frustrated. Frustrated to the point im breaking down. Why..What is happening to me. I'm starting to suck as softball. Starting to suck at studies. Was never good at games in the first place. What am i good at then. What i can do...why am i even here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tuition told me this. The SUCCESSFUL people in the world who have jobs..are either those WHO LOVE ur job. They have the passion for the job. What's my passion, i dont even know. how? The other people are those who can't do what they love, so they go and do what they can excel in. What can i excel in...i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no passion, nothing to excel in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my jobs which i would have chosen, bioenginnering, psychology..but now..i don't know anymore..seriously..my life is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are neither here nor there..just average basic passing marks...withafuckedup U for maths. Its already JC2 Year and im already 1/4 through the year. So what am i still doing. Where am i going to head after this. WHERE. SOMETHING TELL ME THE FUCKING ANSWER! AND PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppffffttttt...if u dont like my ranting, go read some other jolly happy blog. i'm not forcing people to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, My birthday will be in 3 more days time. Will be having a chalet..inviting her and the bros over. I learnt something last year, which is...if u have a chalet, u cant invite all ur friends, you must invite at most 1/2 groups of people..if not too many will clash. So sorry to those people who i didn't invite, limitations, please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull it out from my back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon I'm the one that's on attack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait to return the favour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you're above me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'm here to envy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four words to choke upon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6075685698628144807?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6075685698628144807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-can-wait-till-i-get-home-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6075685698628144807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6075685698628144807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-can-wait-till-i-get-home-then.html' title='If you can wait till i get home, then i&apos;ll swear to you that we can make this last'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6681288995871926369</id><published>2009-04-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:12:05.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired like shit now..just after training...my new glove is here...super nice..now Shawn and I got the same boots and same glove..haha..but the thing is...i think theres an expiry on everyones arm...Best before xx/xx/20xx...and i thnk i just reached mine already. Today my throwing was horrible..everytime i grip the ball..my hand hurts like shit. Everytime i throw the ball, my arm like restricts me from the movement and it ends up making a jerk. Gave one horibble throw and coach asked me whether it hurt or not..please..like i would dare to say that my arm hurts in front of him..no thank you..sure kena from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also some Athelets Oath thing...had to reach school in the morning. Wear full jersey, stand infront of the whole school, with the rest of the athelets and saying the oath. Which i had no idea what is was about...somethin something no doping and cheating or something..the thing is..the sun was bright and super hot..straight in our faces. Of all days choose to rise up high and mighty today. Worst is..2 layers of clothings...hot hot HOT!!! Zan and Shah worse..go and wear innerds haha...good luck to them. Then did some softball photo taking after that. Stayed in that attire for almost the whole day. I also realised, we are the only sport, which like has a different set of attire, the rest mostly what..t-shirt and pants only..we? slacks, jersey, long socks, boots, cap..alot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools day also..this year, didnt do a large scale kind of prank of someone..but loads of mini mini ones to fool around with people. Waste time only la this kind. But the teachers today seemed really irritating.most of them..oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results so far...bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and Threadless is here!! going to go get my 5 t-shirts from eric sooon and have to pay him $116..dammit...i've been spending loads of money..Pay for Prom, Buy new glove, Threadless, which amounts to like close to $300 already...dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again when i have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6681288995871926369?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6681288995871926369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-like-shit-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6681288995871926369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6681288995871926369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-like-shit-now.html' title=''/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8351984160451771866</id><published>2009-03-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:59:03.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap me up in your love, girl!</title><content type='html'>Okay i just realised i havent blogged in a long long time..Everyday i keep telling myself to blog tomorrow, blog tomorrow, then in the end the next day forget and bring on to the next day, so i shall bring my lazy ass to blog now. If not i'll just tell myself tomorrow and tomorrow will be another tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me start off with the SA1s that ended last week. Started with GP and econs on monday. Econs paper was okay, since it was kinda like the mid term check. GP comprehension was nonsense, i didnt know what i was writing since i was half asleep and when i woke up from my sleep, i actually forgot what i wrote for the first 3 questions, or rather whether i did the questions or not...haha...Maths and Chem on the 2nd day. Maths was just killer. 50 marks for Pure maths can just throw away since like all i dunno how to do...Statistics still can..so hopefully wont do so badly..HOPEFULLY! CHEM was quite bad la..but can do...if only i studied harder then better ah....Last paper was bio on Wed. That paper was the most do able one out of the 3 h2 subjects that i took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bio paper, went to her house to le-park! for like 10 hours at her house..Spending time just lazying around the house doing nothing much, slack the day off literally. Still a great time spent together. Oh yea, and i had dinner with her mum, grandma and sister..lucky this time got meat ah..got to eat...didnt touch the vege as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was spent with 5 hours trying to figure out what to do for that day...then in the end, decided to spend time with dylan and joel, to go PRAWNING! Caught like 2 prawns and a fish...i still wonder how i caught that fish. Its suppose to  be a god damn prawn pond..why got fish inside...Then met baby there for short while also, cuz she with her friend, banana there...After that went to eat arnolds...the spring chicken...power pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning i went to play cage with shah, zan, brandon, jerome, wilson, zhongrong, huat, another of zan's classmate, and the tracker guy, forgot his name..Tiring like what like that..1st one hour with wilson as keeper...all shots blocked and cannot even score...even got 1 i shoot, everyone all thought goal...he suddenly dive and block the ball with one hand....i was like WTF! So after that went for training where the whether was super hot and stuff...so me and shah kinda decided to end training becuz the next day got match against NJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Match against NJC...ended in a 8 - 7 score with us losing...dammit la..i got 2 damn freaking strike outs....dunno what is happening to me already..i ended the game with a strike out...if i hit a nice one right...maybe the game would have been a draw...i hate myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..and today is ERIC's BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8351984160451771866?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8351984160451771866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wrap-me-up-in-your-love-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8351984160451771866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8351984160451771866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wrap-me-up-in-your-love-girl.html' title='Wrap me up in your love, girl!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1399485324631003929</id><published>2009-03-22T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:24:13.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look this way, don't breathe this way,don't stare this way, anymore</title><content type='html'>Friends..what are they...mere fragments of our lives? Nah..they are more than that, they are our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i would be where i am without my friends. Imagine when i came back from Shanghai and got into Temasek Sec. Hmm...If it wasn't for Anthony and anand during the first year...i don't think i would have become a softballer, i don't think i would have become a peer support leader...they were the ones who brought me around school, introduce me to more friends and that more friends introduced me to even more friends. My bubble was growing...Soon, it was sec 2. Then i really got to meet gladwin they all in the class. At first was quite afriad of him...probably cuz of what anthony told me!...haha...but oh well...dont let what other people impact ur impression of others. Gladwin, what to say about him...he is my true friend..first was maple with him, then dota with him, started blog with him, most of my stuff now are becuz of him. Even buying threadless also because of him, me wearing skinnys now also because of him. I really have to be grateful to him. And to the other guys too...not forgetting them...they really changed my life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if i never met any of them, neither anthony nor gladwin, chuan, kim, eric, anand, christopher, ded...where would i be now...alone? hiding in one corner of my life? I dunno, i don't want to know..I've seen myself in other people already...wondering if i didn't meet friends, would i be like them..no..i dont want to be like them...cuz i am who i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now in TPJC...If i never met Bharet or Hariz. Without Bharet, where would i stand in the class? would i have known the whole of the indian clique? Without Hariz, would i have known the Malays who i know today? No...these are my friends and they impact my life..I am grateful to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her, would my life be as colourful? would i look forward to going to school *to see her*? Doubt so...Yes i am too grateful to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd just lost 2 - 0 to fulham...i had this gut feelings already...oh well...what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..the Bah Kut Teh store at  kallang rocks..freaking nice to eat..shall list out a few of my fav places to eat next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1399485324631003929?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1399485324631003929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-this-way-dont-breathe-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1399485324631003929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1399485324631003929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-this-way-dont-breathe-this.html' title='Don&apos;t look this way, don&apos;t breathe this way,don&apos;t stare this way, anymore'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1741013461134012324</id><published>2009-03-21T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:40:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm just a fool for you and I think I'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>Today is our 2nd month together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to have match today...against Vjc and Njc. Was quite hyped about it cuz i was kinda expecting a close game with both of them..but the weather thought otherwise. 3 days of sunny sunshine and a heavy downpour on the day we were suppose to play match..thanks alot...and after that like 3 hour of rain...it turned out to be sunny again, with the sun laughing at our demise! Whats wrong..is it me? or is it softball..maybe it has something to do with softball and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....was at leisure park for like 45mins deciding on where to go next..everyone couldn't come to a decision as the first one was kinda out. Was planning to go to cage, but in the end no slot until 12am...wth?. Then the year 1s were like telling me to go play lan with them..so i was like sure thing, then i ask them who going raise up their hand..only 2 raise up...wth??!?!?!?! they tell me go play lan then only 2 going..so shah was like saying that he wanted to study..then go study at dans house..everyone agreed..then suddenly change of plans&lt;br /&gt;then zach was moving around trying to convince people to watch "push" with him at the theatre..but no one felt like watching i guess..haha...then me and dan left first...dan went home while i went to baby's house. Leaving shah, zan, haris, fuad and zach there to comtemplate about what they wanted to do...in the end...shah and haris went to zan's house and fuad and zach went home..lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to her house to study..or probably main objective was to celebrate our 2nd month together by just spending time together..studied about 1 chapter of bio, but wasn't in the mood to do more..cuz the whole day my mood was softball..then change..wth..still fed up with weather...Then recieved sms that games have been postponed to Sunday 9 30am..SA1s commence on monday and sunday i have match...great great great!!! thanks alot ah...sunday comfirm got no mood to play already..but what to do..just go down and play i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent time together and watched like half of pink panther 2 over long john silver that we "ta pao" from the long john near east point...walked there in her small tiny green slippers that just barely managed to keep my feet from touching the ground..haha...still have to thank her for lending me the slippers..But soon..it was 9 already, and i had to go home..so sad..today i was super reluctant to leave..i dunno why..just didnt want to move...she had to force me to go...or rather she was thinking of tying me up to the bed..haha...Sorry baby from disturbing you from ur studying just now...i kinda made her like play around with me..rather than study..sorry..feel suckish right now..disappointed in myself about dragging someone else with me down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think i'll stop here for now before i go eat my noodles..im hungry what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Since now its like past 12 already, its no longer our 2nd month anniversary, but baby wanted me to post this...yesterday was also Torres Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...Liverpool vs Chelsea and Manchester United vs Porto for CL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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crazy'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-208293859584140252</id><published>2009-03-20T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:58:44.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll keep it going on!</title><content type='html'>Happy second month anniversary baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-208293859584140252?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7305856665459365905</id><published>2009-03-19T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:01:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last moment i saw you tonight, was in despair</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time i actually saw you like this..even if its over the webcam, it can still affect my alot. my body is now feeling all cold, i dunno how i'm going to have a peaceful sleep tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still hope that you would feel better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see you like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks when you're just so close yet so far..if i could, i would rush down to meet you now..but what..its 1 am already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im going to have insomnia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7305856665459365905?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7305856665459365905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-moment-i-saw-you-tonight-was-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7305856665459365905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7305856665459365905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-moment-i-saw-you-tonight-was-in.html' title='The last moment i saw you tonight, was in despair'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6914944219260327812</id><published>2009-03-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:26:46.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce bounce baby, now bounce to me..</title><content type='html'>Okay, after so long..finally im updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much time to update my blog, every since i started revision for SA1..Coming back from school...starting work at around 7 30 - 8. Revise work to like 11 30 or so...then rest for about half an hour then go to sleep. That has been my life and that is JC life. Oh well, im here right now, make the best use of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had the annual SRC softball carnival on &lt;strong&gt;SAT&lt;/strong&gt;. The guys match beginning with a match against HCI. The final score..12 - 1..well..i expected something something - 0..Exceeded my expectations but i still dont feel good getting thrashed like this. The worst part was that first time coach was so pissed off with us, so angry that he shouted and shouted. Wanting to cancel the game all that, when we all thought that the game was over. We followed what he said what...3 innings or 1 hour. 3 innings up not game over yet ah. Rules can break one is it? If rules can be broken, why are school rules not able to be broken..wait, they can, only if you don't get caught. Its already humiliating enough that we were losing 12 -1, still have to humilate us even further. Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, coach just walked off..okay..then was kinda hoping that the Man Utd vs LPool match would be able to turn my day around. Went to her house to watch, reached there just in time for the kick off. Met her mum last time when we went as egypt clique to her house as a friend, this time met her mum as her boyfriend. Her mum is a nice person. Talked quite abit before she went up to watch news in her own room, while we stayed down stairs to watch the match. End score... 4 - 1...Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst day of my life was that Sat. As i walked from her house to the MRT, damn i felt like crying..seriously..everything just didnt go well...everything just went against me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..this is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have started, and intense revision has started also. Did some work out just now too :) haha...six packs here i come..Nothing much to talk about except that this friday there will be match against VJC and NJC. And this friday will also be our 2nd month together..Seriously...2 months only..it feels damn long..time is playing with me. I will make sure i come out top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just asked eric to help me order 5 threadless tees yesterday, and he didnt want the ice cream shirt! SO I TOOK IT! OBVIOUSLY!!! haha..thanks dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all im going to post for now..BACK TO CHEM REVISION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, faster come online.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6914944219260327812?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6914944219260327812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/bounce-bounce-baby-now-bounce-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6914944219260327812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6914944219260327812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/bounce-bounce-baby-now-bounce-to-me.html' title='Bounce bounce baby, now bounce to me..'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1342077768987208067</id><published>2009-03-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:01:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>There are somethings which we probably cant avoid. These are the kind of things which are here to test us. To see whether we make or break. Point in time, we both feel this way, yet we both want to get over it. I'll do my part and i know you will do yours. Together we can hope to overcome this everytime it arises. I hate these feelings, so do you...but you still know that I love you...no regrets, no looking back, glad that we are in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREADLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit la...that ERIC and GLADWIN hor...choose T-shirt very fast...finally after like 2months of t-shirts and none that i like...the batch that came out this monday...got a few of the shirts i want to buy...give them choose already..haha...oh well...this is the way life is...if the next 3 batch come out even nicer one...thanks ah! hahaha...okay..maybe i'm just looking on the brighter side of things...i still wont get to buy that ice cream shirt... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be light training tomorrow before the match on SAT. vs HCI!...Its been almost a year since we last played them...i wonder how much they have changed or how much we have changed..but the score i expect to be lesser than last year. I think we are more prepared this time. Thinking about winning them still a bit difficult but from 6th position, the only we can go is up or stay the same..so there is no chance of deproving! We'll get to do all the funny cheers again like "HOLD THEM DOWN" "BAT BAT BAT" or "HIT THEIR BALLS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished bio spa today..nothing much la..last week of school before holidays and last few lessons before we come back the following week for SA1. Kinda started on revision this week already...The more serious kind la...memorised quite a number of things already, dunno how im going to fit in the rest but..i have to at least try..Next week shall be mugging week and SOFTBALL COMPETITION WEEK! its going to hinder my studies for quite a bit but aiya...just see how and try my best..Hopefully i'll do good enough for SA1 so that my parents will understand that i can handle both studies and relationship at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN UTD WON 2 - 0!!!!! WOOT WOOT...come on CHAMPIONS LEAGUE...LETS GO FOR QUINTIPLE CHAMPIONS! WE ALREADY GOT 1 IN THE BAG! LEFT WITH CHAMPIONS LEAGUE, FA CUP AND EPL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS MY NEW JERSEY NUMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPGRADE FROM 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1342077768987208067?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1342077768987208067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1342077768987208067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1342077768987208067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7492248864398182974</id><published>2009-03-08T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:50:28.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconceptions...</title><content type='html'>Mutual understandings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have that? I highly doubt so...This is why things turn out like this...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but if you want to feel this way,  i'm not stopping you...cuz to me...&lt;br /&gt;It was just all misconceptions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie with her..Kinda draggy and boring, but we have other objectives than watching the movie itself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7492248864398182974?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7492248864398182974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/misconceptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7492248864398182974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7492248864398182974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/misconceptions.html' title='Misconceptions...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1198607182848322675</id><published>2009-03-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:29:13.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF THE ROAD FOR...</title><content type='html'>CHINESE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA! I FREAKING PASSED MY DAMN CHINESE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT A FREAKING E!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FREAKING HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHINESE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1198607182848322675?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1198607182848322675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-road-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1198607182848322675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1198607182848322675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-road-for.html' title='END OF THE ROAD FOR...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8219729652562356755</id><published>2009-03-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:40:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting is fun!</title><content type='html'>Write a short post before i offically get to work..tomorrow there is maths timed assignment, gp timed comprehension and bloody hell..i still got bio remedial..suppose to be out of it already...waste my freaking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was okay, lessons for me were very tiring though, i kept falling asleep..during Maths lecture, during GP lesson..PE was super tiring..and Chemistry..we did out SPA Skill A trial and okay, i could do it...but it was seriously boring..at least im done with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to my house before training started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't blog about the doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was okay, hot and cold...First the sun super hot..then after that..lightining alert, lightning alert then start raining..wth! So mostly today was indoor training...better la..my glove also spoil..cant really catch well with it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i better get going to study for my Maths test..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8219729652562356755?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8219729652562356755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/experimenting-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8219729652562356755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8219729652562356755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/experimenting-is-fun.html' title='Experimenting is fun!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3741447132636342021</id><published>2009-03-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:21:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions once more we shall be</title><content type='html'>Stayed up till the wee hours of the morning till 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the MAN UTD match against SPURS...i would say..it was a very close match and it was seriously exciting..so many counter attacks so many close calls...espcially the 90th minute where ronaldo swerved in from the side and shot a curler only to hit it to the post..damn...Told you everytime i watch Man Utd match, by full time, they either end up in a draw or lose...Extra time was no different..Till Penalties..They were no match for us! 4 - 1 on aggregate!!! With ronaldo scoring the final goal to seal the deal! Carling Cup CHAMPIONS! next would be the EPL title and champions league!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, i managed to stay up till the match was over. Feel kinda bad making her stay up with me though..haha..but we were webcaming the whole time..2 days i don't get to see her...finally saw her on msn...did alot of stupid stuff...haha..Fun moments..but seeing her more, makes me miss her more though. Hopefully later she does alright to convince a certain someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..all truth is out, things from now will be less complicated and ..nothing shall stop us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3741447132636342021?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3741447132636342021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/champions-once-more-we-shall-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3741447132636342021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3741447132636342021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/champions-once-more-we-shall-be.html' title='Champions once more we shall be'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7216377072292421024</id><published>2009-03-01T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:31:09.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad feeling</title><content type='html'>Something is not right, just have this feeling that something bad is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hate this feeling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7216377072292421024?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7216377072292421024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7216377072292421024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7216377072292421024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-feeling.html' title='Bad feeling'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5828082197685551335</id><published>2009-03-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:37:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collecting dust</title><content type='html'>okay...seriously..i have a feeling this blog is starting to collect dust. Better start to wipe them off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA1 are coming, A level results are being released next friday. PW and MT results seriously making me nervous...scared i dont do well for PW...scared i dont pass my MT..dammnnnn....Oh well...we'll have to see then. Going to have to start to study for SA1 cuz if i dont do well..i dunno what will happen to us. So better work hard and avoid any pressure or scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda lost something yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those horny people out there...no its not my virginity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5828082197685551335?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5828082197685551335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/collecting-dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5828082197685551335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5828082197685551335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/collecting-dust.html' title='Collecting dust'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6748883721222429467</id><published>2009-02-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:37:48.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll sacrifice my health, for you and for studies...</title><content type='html'>Today nothing much happened during class except for this really really bad stomach pain...Not the kind of want to go toilet but just painful..sort of like gastric but i still don't think its gastric. Just pain...ughh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to bear with the pain, till after 11 periods before i had a break where i could really relax...she made me buy food and eat it down..Didn't want to at first..Was feeling a bit better after that. When she went for class, the pain came back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until chinese lesson then it subsided and didnt really occur anymore..just that little bit of pain here and there...Chinese lesson was a bore. How is it that i'm able to stay awake during the drama part of chinese class...but when he talks for just 15mins. i just fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing after that was that, she wouldn't let me send her home becuz of my stomach pain. I was able too, but she insisted that i go home straight away..DONT WANT! tuesday and thursday already cannot send her home becuz of the stupid remedials and monday is supposedly the only day i can send her home. When we were at the turnstile..she kept asking me to go back home..i still insisted on sending her home. Her last attempt was when i was walking up the overhead bridge, she suddenly stopped at the bottom and hugged on to the pole. Refusing to go up so that i could not send her home...like that would work...so i just walked up...haha..guess who won..Eventually sent her home, with a nice cosy double decker bus 9 with very little people..See..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i better get back to studying my bio and econs...tomorrow test ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6748883721222429467?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6748883721222429467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-sacrifice-my-health-for-you-and-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6748883721222429467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6748883721222429467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-sacrifice-my-health-for-you-and-for.html' title='I&apos;ll sacrifice my health, for you and for studies...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-9215931453790354971</id><published>2009-02-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:22:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Map Of The Problematique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasolina - Daddy Yankee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Easier to run - Linkin park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Low - Flo-rida feat. T-pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love me, Leave me - Kat Deluna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep going -T-pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;False Pretence - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Miss You - Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And All Things Will End - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dance Inside - The All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its The Only One You've Got - 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;High School Musical - Cast of High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hands Open - Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smack That - Akon/Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hold On - Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I Get Home, You're So Dead - Mayday Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I'm Gone - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;West Coast Smoker - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roll - Flo-Rida feat. Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't You Know Who I Think I Am - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Given Up - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Demons - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When Two Are One - Atreyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Last Journey Home - Dragonforce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because Of You - Ne-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Map Of The Problematique - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-9215931453790354971?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9215931453790354971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/map-of-problematique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/9215931453790354971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/9215931453790354971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/map-of-problematique.html' title='Map Of The Problematique'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-457452927453488502</id><published>2009-02-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:30:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies to a month, though it doesn't feel like a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today in school did, nothing much...quite boring day..GP teacher kinda got pissed at us cuz nobody did the 50-50 side balanced essay and she wanted to us to present...We have a choice on what to do what..then if nobody do..she still expect someone to present...BUT NOBODY DO HOW TO PRESENT! she don't understand...then me and bharet there...laugh and laugh at her getting pissed over no reason..haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about school and on to training. Didn't do much though, but the heat really took alot of me..Seriously..can die.. Batting and normal throwing stuff. Learning the basics for the 7th time already. Its good for the newcomers, but do the year 2s have to be there and learn it with them? i dunno..coach's decision..Today also no physical..lucky lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main topic of today's blog post: Today is our 1month together already. So fast..yet, it seems like we've been together for almost a couple of months already. Just that close to each other. No reason why, still trying to find out. We went to Pasir Ris Park to have our picnic at night. We walked to E!hub to buy this large bottle of Green Tea (her favourite) and found a nice un-used bbq pit so have our picnic. She made spaghetti for us. So sweet of her. First we rinsed the spaghetti with hot water, cuz she made it at like 4 30, which turned cold. We thought that by rinsing the spaghetti with hot water it would make it hot..but apprarently, didn't work our that well..haha...its okay..The white sauce she made was delicious. Poured the whole tuperware of sauce into my spaghetti. I didn't take all...there we 2 bowls of sauce..i not so mean to take it all for myself... There were also sausages in them. She knows i don't like vegetables, so she made it without. I tell you, she is really caring and sweet. I finished the spaghetti which was made with all her efforts and hard work. Hopefully next time she will cook somemore nice food to eat. Super delicious ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we just sat at the benches near the bbq pit to just talk and enjoyed the breeze. Sat there and talked about stuff. But alot of funny things happen though..Firstly the orientation behind us were making alot of funny noises. Damn funny ah..We just listen and suddenly we will turn to each other and burst out in laughter. The second funniest thing was that, in front of this bench was this like jogging path, but there was a police car on it. As the police car drove past people, it would slow down..so as it drove to us, it slowed down. I was looking at the police man at that time and at that moment in time also, the orientation were cheering going like "Wooo, woooo...." then the police car as it slowed down, the police man inside was going "Weee Weeee Weee Weeee" Dunno for what reason also...haha..damn funny...laughed until can cry...haha...Funny things always happen when i'm with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was perfect, any day which i spend with her seems perfect, be it whether the weather was good or bad, the place...its just the company of her by my side which makes me just so happy around her. all i can say is that, i love her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304917314803638962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SZ7aMO-worI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qnzy5cmg1T8/s320/20feb2009+collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-457452927453488502?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/457452927453488502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-flies-to-month-though-it-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/457452927453488502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/457452927453488502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-flies-to-month-though-it-doesnt.html' title='Time flies to a month, though it doesn&apos;t feel like a month'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SZ7aMO-worI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qnzy5cmg1T8/s72-c/20feb2009+collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6516863619486164723</id><published>2009-02-19T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:32:05.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ups and downs</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day, fulled of sucky feelings..even now..at night..i'm still getting them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up feelings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6516863619486164723?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6516863619486164723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6516863619486164723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6516863619486164723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-and-downs.html' title='The ups and downs'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7159731132743976791</id><published>2009-02-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:45:31.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep til' you're next to me, no i can't live without you no more</title><content type='html'>Okay i got about 10 mins to write this post left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..today was a rather slack day in school...didn't do much..PE did taichi the whole time..haha...Chem Prac was fun though, did most of the Skill A experiments and then got this experiment where can create a silver mirror. So they girls were like creating the whole test tube full of silver mirror on the glass. In the end, they got to keep it cuz teacher said that they cannot do much with the test tube of the silver mirror. Wa, why i never do...haha...maybe next practical lesson i will ask teacher to let us do the experiment again or i dont help her work the projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with her at macs. So that she could get another Pokeball. Got her the green one this time. This one was different, cuz light came out as the shape of the pokemon, instead of the light shining on the pokemon itself. Haha..her face was so happy when she realised it was light shining. Glad to see her like this. So what is love...love is when anothers happiness is a concern of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was sucky. To me, it was boring as hell. Everytime do the same thing. People do the same mistakes. People comment on me again when they can't even do it better than me. Do it better than me, then talk la...Very little people today, coach didn't come...might as well had cancelled training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, she went to collect the rings already. Shall wear them on friday as a mark of our 1month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now 11:43. From this point it is exactly 24 hours and 17mins left to our 1 month. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to training, Shahrin came with his coarse voice..haha..the "sexy" voice as people call it. Oh well....Hopefully friday will be MUCH better. Cuz it can't get any worse..lucky her messages helped to release the tension in me..if not, i might have just had taken a bat and whacked someone in the head. Okay its 11 45..stop blogging! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7159731132743976791?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7159731132743976791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7159731132743976791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7159731132743976791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep til&apos; you&apos;re next to me, no i can&apos;t live without you no more'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5207248036025189883</id><published>2009-02-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:32:19.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a fire in your eyes, and I hope you'll let it burn</title><content type='html'>STAR PROGRAM...another fancy name the school made up for a stupid program simply know as structured remedials...like that fancy name will make the people in it feel any better. First it was the JC1 renewal program and now its this..a fcked up school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...got stupid STAR program for econs. Tomorrow 5 to 6. great timing again. like that i cant le-park on my own time, can't send her home..making me so damn pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher in class today gave some motivational speech. I dunno why but all these motivational speeches make me all sad and stuff, and being me, thinking it will affect me to do better. Yet it only works for that day and that few hours that i'm left. In the end, i'm back to normal. So can the world stop giving all these motivational speeches to me, cuz i don't freaking care about what u say. Saying that i wasted 1 year of my life, doing nothing..so what..its my life, not yours. I'll do whatever i want with it, so sit back and watch if i decide to crash and burn or become someone. Suppose to do acting one..much more fun than listening to ur stupid speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buses are starting to turn my direction. They come as soon i reach the bus stop or go to the mrt station and i reach just in time to board and never miss it. Its been like this for days, ever since i started to love the bus. This shows that non-living objects have feels too. You love them, they will love you back. About a week ago, i was missing every bus by a bit, kinda got me fed up..so if you can't beat them, join them! Now there is a wind deficit ( so is the money in my wallet ) Maybe everyone should start loving the weather so that we get some wind, instead of the warm weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 11 30 now, i should be getting to bed soon. She already left for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5207248036025189883?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5207248036025189883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-fire-in-your-eyes-and-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5207248036025189883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5207248036025189883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-fire-in-your-eyes-and-i-hope.html' title='There&apos;s a fire in your eyes, and I hope you&apos;ll let it burn'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6866099756072720944</id><published>2009-02-15T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:34:52.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 14th feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone, happy valentine's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent it with her today..okay like duh..Meet her at around 2 after my lunch at home. Went to pick her up near her house. From afar, saw that familiar face, with her "bullet for my valentine" shirt. Those large number of "black jolly bands" around her wrist, it had to be her already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went to Plaza Singapura to look for couple stuff for Our Valentine gifts for each other. Since we kinda decided that we would not be getting stuff for each other and just getting something memorable about our relationship by getting couple stuff...yea...so we walked around there. Wanted to watch a movie, but it was freaking crowded and all the movies were like selling fast. Dammit. So we just walked around plaza singapura in search of something to do. We went to couple lab to get our rings. Thanks to the special 5 cent coin that helped us to decided. Oh yea..my finger kinda got stuck in one of their rings..haha..After that ah...oh yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to esplanade to sit down and enjoy the view and the merlion. Nothing much there, just sat down and talked about random stuff. Look at pigeons, we managed to catch a band playing near there but left after a while cuz she wanted the aircon..haha..So we decided we go some place else before we go to watch the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntec was the next place we went too. Walked around there look at stuff. She taught me something really important there which i will never forget how to do already. Now i know how to do it...Went to the arcade to see people play game...nothing much there...most of the spent time was just being in each other's company. The funniest thing there was that there were 4 people who were like naked and wearing cardbox over them and promoting some company..didnt see what ad cuz i was laughing at them. Then got this funny auntie next to us suddenly say.."eh why they never wear clothes, no money buy is it? Ohhh, i know already, they go swimming then their clothes kena stolen!" in chinese....haha...funny like shit...WAAA....hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Marina Barrage to watch the sunset..kinda disappointing cuz cant see the sun set due to the tall buildings..but the sky was nice as it streaked with blue, yellow and orange colours. Took some photos there to remember our day. Walked on the dam to look see look see. After that we went for dinner BACK AT SUNTEC!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our dinner at sizzler. Ordered the valentine set, which included chicken, beef, pork ribs, calamarie rings and Baby lobster (prawn)...It was not bad, cept for that beef...ask them medium rare, the beef still so hard. Made me and her chew on the beef for dunno how long..chew until mouth suan already...wa...the rest was nice though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner it was already like 10 plus at night. So had to send her home, the mrt back was super packed...squeeze until cant tahan, but time flew as we just stood and talk, before we realise it was already simei. So fast. Walked her back to her house, that path way quite scary ah..haha...so dark. By the time i went back home, it was like 11 15 already. A day spent quite well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the day may seem like we didnt do much, time really fleis very fast when we are in each others company. thats why i love her so much. Thanks for the day, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302723058519594978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SZcOhtVVV-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vk0g6QcUak8/s320/14feb+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6866099756072720944?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6866099756072720944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-14th-feb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6866099756072720944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6866099756072720944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-14th-feb.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 14th feb'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SZcOhtVVV-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vk0g6QcUak8/s72-c/14feb+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-526519455595978403</id><published>2009-02-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:05:08.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th/ Valentines Day eve</title><content type='html'>Today, everyone was in party mood. Gifts were passed around, helium balloon were seen everywhere around school. Roses were seens flooding the school. Well, what is it so much about Valentine Day which make people go all crazy about. I guess by monday, everything would be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really sold black rose today, both black and gold. i told they would be like white roses which are soaked in black water or artifically gold coloured water...but they spray painted it. Which was like kinda sad cuz they anyhow spray painted it...And this Wendy, cheated me of my money..selling one black rose for like 3 bucks. But i was like okay la..since its for charity anyhow...haven't really donated to charity in a long long time. So i bought 2, one for her and one for Bharet which i owed him since day 1 of friendship week. Hahaha...6 bucks..for charity and to see smiles on their faces..priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i really wanted a Helium balloon, so i could like use the helium to make funny voices. Didnt really get them until after training where fuad gave me his balloon and we used it...haha...our voices damn funny. But Zachs voice is the funniest..wa..best voice ever..i think he can do that voice even without the helium. Seriously, he can make so many types of voices..only the high pitched one...clown voice, children voice, all that nonsense. I foresee him as a future voice over character of a cartoon show haha...wonder how am i going to post that video of him up on this blog..lazy to convert the format and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting excited for tomorrow, going to spend time with her. Planned quite alot already, know what to do, where to go and all that..it will surely be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-526519455595978403?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/526519455595978403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-valentines-day-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/526519455595978403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/526519455595978403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-valentines-day-eve.html' title='Friday the 13th/ Valentines Day eve'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8562851012044693289</id><published>2009-02-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:06:20.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That special hour</title><content type='html'>Today..was Leave a Mark day...so kinda vandalised on peoples arms and people vandalised on mine. Surprisingly, i got mine all in about 10 secs after maths lecture. When i was sitting down laughing at my friend who got drawings on her neck..suddenly everyone rush to me and started writing on my hands...so big some more...lucky i managed to rub off. "RUBBIE. RUBY. RUBIE. :). and bharet had to spoil it with his "nigga!!!" "hahaha....bharet bharet, i wrote MAN UTD ROCKS on his  arm, and BHARET LOVES ME on his arm..haha..thats what u get bro. Found a few crazy j1s who drew on their faces..wonder how they going to wash off everything..i washed mine off..but still left a bit can see..imagine markings on ur face and can see..sure die..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Thank a Friend day...council and their funny ideas..quite nonsense ah..but fun. Have to admit. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over today for a while, before i had softball and she had HATP meeting. Nothing much, she just came over to see how my house looks like..haha..looked at old photos, memories of last time..don't have much though but still enough to trigger back some funny ones..the time we spent together passed by very fast, much faster than the time during lectures. Lecture time seems so long...can die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball was kinda boring, going through the whole new thing again. Teaching the J1s was quite fun ah...coach making funny remarks and all that...and he..have to scold me infront of everyone...wth...heck la. Didn't do much training except for catching and rolling the balls. Bubbling time was more fun, this time with some J1s joining us. Potential bubbling-ers. Hopefully more will join us on friday. The funny thing is, it was only now that i know some of their names, Arwin, Jeremy, Diana, Solomon, Jerald( i dunno, forgot but comfirm start with J) and the most interesting name of all, pascalle, dunno how to spell it...some french name she said...Sound like some physics term..haha...okay dont disturb peoples name..my name not any nicer..okay kinda tired..going off to bed soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8562851012044693289?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8562851012044693289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-special-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8562851012044693289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8562851012044693289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-special-hour.html' title='That special hour'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-857583655060112236</id><published>2009-02-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:44:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be the one you run to. Whatever you need, girl, its on me...</title><content type='html'>Today, didn't really do much..Went to meet her in the morning after her drum class to have lunch..which ended up only me eating and she just drinking ice milo there. She said she wasn't hungry (Strike one to be suspected to be pregnant). After that we just walked around TM look at stuff. Hahaha, talked alot of funny stuff which i can't seem to remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went for Chem tuition while she went home for Maths tuition. Tution made me really sleepy..wanted to sleep..haha..but still managed to stay awake for most part of the lesson....now now, where did i go after that...oh yea played soccer at my neighbourhood field..managed to score quite a few goals..but my shirt was too tight and the tag behind was itching my neck..irritating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed my family to Chinatown for dinner and to get some dunno what preserved duck...walked around for like 1 hour and couldn't find the shop. Waste time, made me so thirsty and hungry. Ended up eating at some sze chuan restraunt. Food there was not bad, with all the spicy-ness shiok ah...ate 3 bowls of rice there...nice mah...what to do. Oh yea, thats when her message said that she was eating alot for dinner (Strike 2 for suspected pregnancy). Haha...After that we went home and played mahjong with my family with some small titles...like some mini-version of mahjong title..so hard to see and play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine, you want to end it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to care anymore..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the past meant nothing to you at all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go ahead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll just take it as if i never knew you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz its not worth knowing a person who ends friendships like this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-857583655060112236?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/857583655060112236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-be-one-you-run-to-whatever-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/857583655060112236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/857583655060112236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-be-one-you-run-to-whatever-you.html' title='I wanna be the one you run to. Whatever you need, girl, its on me...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2410029546963201730</id><published>2009-02-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:55:44.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live your life!</title><content type='html'>Okay, its back to blogging for me...took a short break from blogging. The past week, contained Chinese new year celebrations..mostly that, cant really remember most of the stuff about it already. This post will be long, so bear with it or ALT-F4 away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before Chinese New Year. The guys came over to my house for steamboat. Meet them at like 2 to buy steamboat stuff and all that. After that they played Winning Eleven and guitar hero on my ps3. They brought extra controllers so like, we could play 6 people in total. It was 3 on 3. They played Guitar Hero World Tour as well..With James and Gladwin and the main singers..it was freaking funny..i still have the video of Gladwin singing the Spanish Song. HAHAHAHAH....shall upload onto youtube some day. watch out! After that we went to buy chips and all that at Sheng Siong cuz it was open 24 hours that day for CNY. Then we watched the Man Utd Match...forgot the score..haha..1 week ago, don't blame me. Thats all i can remember about that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebrations this year was interesting, cuz kinda talked alot with my cousins and all that. Maybe all grown up already. Played alot of blackjack, lost money for a few days but last day won back all and managed to win some also..haha...This year ang pao collection never even manage to reach the target i set. and it was lesser than last year..damn...oh well..spending time priceless. Got to collect my fishing rod from my uncle also, now..all i need is the reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this should be all about the CNY celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, i still manage to set time for friends and her and studies...and soccer. Going quite well so far. haha..not bad not bad...her class funny ah. Doing crazy stuff on the overhead bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we had CCA exhibition. Not bad, we set up the booth quite well with alot of stuff like equipment and then a laptop showcasing all our pictures and all that with TECHNO REMIX...haha...me and shah there dancing like some mat. Soccer booth as usual was just a table with the sign up sheet and people there playing soccer. Standard, they get more people...its the sport...can't blame anyone..haha..but this year we managed to match the soccer sign ups. Same same..thanks to Xinyi and Christina. Me and Shah there le-parking at the booth just sitting down shouting join softball and asking people to join while they walk past. while xin yi and christina were persuading people..their method more effective ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Celebrated Cherie's Birthday. Happy birthday...got pizza and cake for her. Managed to do it last minute, kinda sort of an achievement..hah...last min seh..nothing else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! J1s came down for training. Told ya, sign up sheets have to divide by 2, that is the number of people who will really join and i was right. The sign up sheet had 36 people and the number of people turned up only like 17/18 only. Oh well, guessed it already. But they not bad leh...catch things quite fast, maybe they do it as fast in studies too. SMART SMART SMART!!!!! haha...hopefully they will all stay cuz some of them signed up for multiple CCAs. If they do, we will have lots of people this year...yay...i wont have to be so stressed about their next year batch. Went to KFC after training. Laughed alot..the funny thing is...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Short-Stop positions are usually given to the best in the team&lt;/span&gt;...i didn't know that...Haris told me..oh..dont want to say anything..i humble. Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is all i'm going to post for now, until next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waiting for her to come online right now, then we will talk about what to get for us. Its getting harder and harder to not be able to see her. what to do...will go out with her soon and she wants to camwhore together, shall make her wish come true then..then we can put the polariod photos in our folders and wont miss each other so much when we are at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2410029546963201730?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2410029546963201730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2410029546963201730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2410029546963201730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-your-life.html' title='Live your life!'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1313337389153719393</id><published>2009-01-27T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:37:13.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays for the new year are over and had a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall talk about it more in the coming week or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to stop blogging for about a week for reason that cannot be explained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1313337389153719393?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1313337389153719393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1313337389153719393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1313337389153719393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-973613868820686729</id><published>2009-01-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:31:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never want to see you cry and i never want to tell a lie</title><content type='html'>Friday, the day where lessons end the earliest. Ended at 12 30, so start straight away with soccer at the hockey court. Was suppose to take photos for House Comm. But Christina couldn't make it, so change to wed. Today was the first time we played at the hockey court with so many people at the same time. It was damn crowded and having to keep running around made me damn tired already. Great, my favourite shoe i wore for over 2 years already just tore. What a way to end the last day of school before Chinese New Year. At least now, i get to change to my new Neon Green and Black T90 street soccer shoes from Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was slack, cuz coach didn't come. A great piece of news training. So it was kinda slack and stuff but still bored. Seriously. I have lost the reason to play already, people shouting at me, i shout back...what is their problem. Its like, they can't even play well themselves, who are they to judge me. If they were really better than me, i wouldn't mind them shouting at me. enough said about this..Training sucks, but the time i spend with friends are priceless. Oh yea, Mr. Nordin was there for Soccer Training. He looked like a freaking Watermelon..haha....red top, green pants and red long socks...haha....still ask me take picture of him. Spoil my phone camera only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year will be starting soon, the guys will also be coming tomorrow for Steamboat at my house. Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days before i see her again. 4 days may seem short, but not being able to see her just makes time feel draggy. We'll get through this together. feelings are starting to set in already, just thinking of that 4 days..okay don't want to think about it already..making me emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:30 and im writing this post for someone special to read before i go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-973613868820686729?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/973613868820686729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-want-to-see-you-cry-and-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/973613868820686729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/973613868820686729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-want-to-see-you-cry-and-i-never.html' title='I never want to see you cry and i never want to tell a lie'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2329894010234047544</id><published>2009-01-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:01:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.</title><content type='html'>Week 2 into school already. Lets just say that i'm tired. Tired of school. 2nd week only and already this tired from school. How am i going to survive the next 30 weeks to prepare for A levels. Teachers are starting to collect the holiday homework, and it starts to pile up. So far they haven't really gave any work that requires lots of brain thinking. But i feel the stress already ( great thing that i have you with me, to go through this ) Teachers keep talking about how this year is so important, we have to start revising from the first day onwards, the first week is already gone becuz of topical test, how we need to get at least a minimum B average blah blah blah....give me a break, how many times do the teachers want to repeat to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess thats the nature of teachers. Well we got new maths, econs, GP and PE teacher. Madam lim Jiin, quite fun...but alot of people say she fierce..sooner or later sure get it from her one. Our econs teacher is Miss Charmaine Liu. Not bad ah, bharet say she pretty..haha...not bad la, not bad...*you better*...she can teach, but today's lesson was freaking boring.. Our new GP teacher is Mrs. Loh. From HC...wow wow. I just found out that GP teachers are not boring, its the subject that is boring and dry. Weather so hot, teacher just keep talking, bharet next to me almost falling asleep, the girls next to me scribbling notes on the paper which i dont find of any importance....this is what i call JC life. PE teacher will be the man who talks about taichi whenever he has the moment to say so. Mr chew. Lets see if he can test up to my badminton skills...should make him run around the badminton court ah...sooner or later cannot tahan one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, soccer has been a form of relaxation for me, sending you home too...both takes my mind off things. Well, at least i still go home to revise and study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week not suppose to have Softball one. Wednesday didn't have, and out of no where, Shahrin came to tell me friday got training. Dammit la....Chinese new year. I need to get converse shoes, i need a belt, i need to get a bagpack. Still lagging behind time, dunno whether got time to get or not in the first place, now that got training. Tch...softball softball. Not enough ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting this week: Went to her house. Rich people and their bungalows. Surprisingly not noisy, thought it would be noisy cuz of the nearby MRT tracks and all that, but nah, except from people walking past her house. Her room, full of posters (scary ones, lets see how she sleeps tonight). Liverpool posters, Rock bands. The whole wall spam with the posters. It has been long since she last packed her table. Alot of funny funny things. Played this funny rock band card game with cards featuring the various rock bands and their attributes. A7X credibility -1000?! She and i were like WTH?! Then i went around the house looking at family photos, especially the ones outside the room. I don't understand why she so unreluctant to let me look at it. Saw already what, still dont let me continue to see. She looks cute when she was younger. From cute to pretty now..haha..the next time i go to her house, im going to snap snap a few shots home and put it up here. Then guessed it was time to study, took up bio notes to study while she watched me study, halfway through she also took out her chem tutorial and started doing. Guess it was boring watching me looking at notes and highlight words in the notes. Suddenly her sister came back, scare me ah...thought her mum. Her sister plays the guitar and sings, not bad leh. I left her house at 5, to go home and play more soccer at my neighbourhood..now i got a deep cut on my leg because of a twig..ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess i'll post up to here by now. Time to read her's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2329894010234047544?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2329894010234047544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-give-my-heart-cause-nothing-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2329894010234047544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2329894010234047544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-give-my-heart-cause-nothing-can.html' title='I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7790322150849934706</id><published>2009-01-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:13:44.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Jan 2009</title><content type='html'>The most memorable day of the 2009 shall be this day. From this step, we have each other's hearts and promise to protect them with our lives. From this day on, we shall love each other, forever and ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20012009, the date where we got together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain always comes the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19012009 was the rainy day, but here comes the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows have no ending because it goes on forever and ever, over and over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7790322150849934706?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7790322150849934706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/20th-jan-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7790322150849934706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7790322150849934706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/20th-jan-2009.html' title='20th Jan 2009'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3931614192983689399</id><published>2009-01-18T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:10:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual?</title><content type='html'>I would never have expected, i guess you too. How everything just like this fell into place. Whether it begins or not, its up to you. My time, my fate lies in your hand. Sorry bout the way i asked, i guess it was just a safer way of asking. If it wasn't same, i think i would have just said i was kidding. That was the safer way. I guess the past has made me paranoid about all this. sorry. can't wait to see you on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED JUST WON! 1 - 0 BABY!!! TOP OF THE TABLE. COME ON LIVERPOOL, COME ON CHELSEA. This is the Consequences of taking on the WORLD'S BEST CLUB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3931614192983689399?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3931614192983689399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mutual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3931614192983689399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3931614192983689399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mutual.html' title='Mutual?'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7760567715650905792</id><published>2009-01-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:52:36.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more?</title><content type='html'>Part of the deal we made...what point does it have anymore if we are not allowed to express ourselves correctly. The thing is, i really don't give a damn about the whole deal thing. I just want you to be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen, all we can do is just take it and go. Sometimes just to admit we are not alright is just what makes things better. A stab in the heart can leave a mark, but relieves us of the long term pain. I look at the sky and wonder sometimes, am i really who i am. Or am i just pretending to be someone that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved my letter 2 months ago which i got from the Student Leaders Convention. 2 months ago, i promised to be who i really was, and to change my life for the better and someone else's too. 2 months ago, it seemed really easy. Now i haven't even done anything. The card that i wrote was posted back to remind of my task. I haven't even completed it yet. I don't think i ever will. Having to change my life for the better is hard enough, trying to change someone elses? i don't think i can do it. I don't even know if i really am the Reuben that entered TPJC all high and hyper. I'm not sure if im the Reuben that went to Temasek Secondary in Sec 1 mid year and started my life afresh. Maybe its the things that have changed me for the worst. More and more obstacles, each one breaking me down slowly at a time. I may look fine on the outside, yet inside is slowly crumbling. I have to do some touch up in there and slowly pick up the rubble. Thats not going to be easy, millions of small peices of rubble lay deep in my heart as it slowly cracks. All i know now is that the Reuben you knew last time, isn't the same now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still goes on, regardless of whether you move on or not. Time waits for no one except itself. If i dont start moving on fast, i may be stuck here forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an emo post, its just some self reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my Threadless shirts..they look damn nice. The color prints are bigger and brighter than the ones in the website. Can't wait to wear them for Chinese new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7760567715650905792?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7760567715650905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7760567715650905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7760567715650905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html' title='No more?'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-7874994981863701837</id><published>2009-01-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:46:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, i have the rights</title><content type='html'>Guess tonight, i have the rights to be emo. Part of the deal we made. Why, why do girls like to cry. Rachel told me its cuz it makes them feel better, wouldn't feel trapped. Maybe all the emotions stuck within, just need to release it all. But i'm a guy and i still dont get it. When i got emotions stuck within, i just swallow it down, no matter what happens next, i don't like to show my weaker side. Pride, maybe thats what holding me back. My dad always told me "to man up"..maybe that line is stuck in my head already, permenently imprinted on my brain. Oh well...but to hear someone crying over the phone. Thats the suckiest feeling you can ever get. So close yet so far, i hear your voice but i can't do anything but talk. If i was there, at least i could still do something. Late by 10 mins this time, if only i could reply at soon as i got it...dammit..why?...why does this keep happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is bio paper, the last one...1 hour..pfffttt....im worried about you than the paper now..hell, im worried about everyone right now...from the clique, to the class, to friends, to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-7874994981863701837?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7874994981863701837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-i-have-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7874994981863701837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/7874994981863701837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-i-have-rights.html' title='Tonight, i have the rights'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3107085442076231495</id><published>2009-01-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:08:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hour is all it takes....</title><content type='html'>Today had my h2 maths test. How do i put it...putting effort into studying, i remembered all the formula, know how to apply them in different situations. Learnt the tricks and ways to different kind of questions to find the answer and yet, the maths paper came out, hitting me right smack in the face with the first questions. So i told myself "its okay, go on to the next question first, later come back" Second question still okay...but after that..blank, blank, blank, blank..a damn paper full of blanks. By 1 hour 25mins, i managed to solve another 3. But thhen the rest were still blank! Seriously swearing throughout the whole paper...never felt this confident before the paper and suddenly just drop. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chinese was kinda a breather although the teacher told us that if we did not do well for our J1 promo and we still fail this paper, we will have to go to remedial: one on one! Dammit, thought of just anyhow writing the essays, but didnt managed too. Just afraid of going to remedials i guess. Well for comprehension it was just 123412341234. (reminds me a lil of miss swan with her pin number to her saloon) Managed to ciao early for finishing fast and in the end, there was no one playing soccer and just had to drag my ass back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i was there during that 1 hour, &lt;strong&gt;maybe things would have changed&lt;/strong&gt;. If only that 1 hour, wasn't wasted on trying to figure out how to put songs into my dad's sunglasses, &lt;strong&gt;maybe things would have changed&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sorry for not being there, sorry for all that i didn't do. All the laughters which i thought were sincere, weren't after all. Thats the advantage of sitting behind the computer screen. Leading a second life online, how will i know whether this is true or not. I just hate it when people i know end up like this when i could have done something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threadless has arrived, but then too late to collect. Gladwin got school tomorrow, so yea. Suddenly not so hyped over threadless anymore. Maybe its cuz of sheryl's new website ah..i really want that neon belt. I have no idea whether it will glow in the dark or not. If it would, i would so buy it straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be quiet, guess its some time to think things over once more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3107085442076231495?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3107085442076231495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-hour-is-all-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3107085442076231495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3107085442076231495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-hour-is-all-it-takes.html' title='1 hour is all it takes....'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-6750767550084653953</id><published>2009-01-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:18:11.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets say goodbye to what we had, and say hi to what lies ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SWy-Vryc0OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VaGhodZ8cXM/s1600-h/13jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SWy-Vryc0OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VaGhodZ8cXM/s320/13jan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290812941994348770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlarge it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what maths does to your head. Weird people. I still owe her ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-6750767550084653953?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6750767550084653953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-say-goodbye-to-what-we-had-and-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6750767550084653953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/6750767550084653953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-say-goodbye-to-what-we-had-and-say.html' title='Lets say goodbye to what we had, and say hi to what lies ahead.'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SWy-Vryc0OI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VaGhodZ8cXM/s72-c/13jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8173060930274137846</id><published>2009-01-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:28:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hais...</title><content type='html'>Chem test was...i dunno how to say...suckish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well someone just told me today that last year 13 people got retained cuz they didn't do well for their tests. WTH! I thought i was safe from retaining already, and now with this, i dunno whether im safe from retaining or not...Its not like i didn't study but chem was just killer. To memorise all the reactions and stuff, i don't think its possible. I dunno how im going to do for Chem for A levels. Dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maths, i think i should be fine for maths. Chinese i dont really care, i can just anyhow do la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8173060930274137846?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8173060930274137846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8173060930274137846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8173060930274137846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hais.html' title='Hais...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-668974366608682816</id><published>2009-01-12T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:10:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school 2009</title><content type='html'>School just started today and what does the school welcome us with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP and econs topical test. Tomorrow Chem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...back to studying for chem, may update later if i feel like it. I just woke up from my 1 hour nap in front of my com screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think i just said the cheesiest thing in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-668974366608682816?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/668974366608682816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/668974366608682816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/668974366608682816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First day of school 2009'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3218324116208203187</id><published>2009-01-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:28:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary school memories</title><content type='html'>Talking to sheryl about primary school really brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1/P2: I don't remember anything during this period, maybe too young already. But i do remember that i vomitted once in the bus during P1 cuz the bus drive not steady one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3/P4: Sheryl same class as me, so she sort of brought back some of the funny memories. Dammit, if only i wasn't a prefect then...i would have been able to play in those fun games during recess like catching, hopscotch, "ice and water" and eraser fighting...I remember some of the recesses though most of the time i was standing at the staircase supposedly stopping people from going up and down, for dunno what reason( haha, but i never really stopped them..i let people go up and down ) Mr. Tan is the only teacher i remember during P3/4 period cuz he was like the best teacher around in school. Everytime he teach, i would be listening very clearly there. He made me love science and even made me join the science club. Every once in a month, we would have to wash the pond and i would get my pants wet when i jumped into it. Best teacher ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE during primary school is one of the best, the boys would be super hyper at this time and i think this is the only preiod where the girls would love PE, unlike now..dont want to get sweaty and all that. We would play with beanbag and hula hoops and chase each other around like mad crazy dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about girls...didn't really mix with them. Not interested in them yet. The boys kinda aviod them also cuz they always called us short( look whose laughing now! ) I think sheryl went to report to the teacher that i got eraser and was playing with them ( at that time it was a crime to collect erasers! )report until my whole pencil case full of them got confiscated and i only got to keep 6 of them. Sheryl!!!!...Well, while the girls were laughing at the boys being short, the guys were laughing at the girls wearing their singlets or bras(not yet i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school ah primary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl just reminded my that i got my first crush during this time..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5: First time i became class monitor...Only remember the scoldings i got during this time. This time studies got really serious as we started to mug for PSLE already...though i still playing a fool. This is when i  drifted apart from Mr.Tan...cuz change teacher. But my form teacher Mrs. Tan(no relation to Mr.Tan) was caring, though she scolded me alot, i learned quite a number of things from her. Not being shy was one of the things she taught me. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i left the class to go to Shanghai, Where my new school life started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANGHAI AMERICAN SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping PSLE was one of the great things this trip happened to me. Saw many great fun and interesting teachers also. forgot their names, all ang-moh-ish names. ah.. i remember one was Mr. Lee he was like mix of russian and american i think...dunno how he got his sirname though..not chinese at all. First time i dyed my hair there also..dark orange..what a stupid colour to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..I guess all these things happen for a reason to let me become who i am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on the side note, sheryl was a very naughty girl in primary school, always got problem with teachers one...and the skirt thing..haha..my mouth is sealed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3218324116208203187?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3218324116208203187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/primary-school-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3218324116208203187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3218324116208203187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/primary-school-memories.html' title='Primary school memories'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-2733133736383010805</id><published>2009-01-09T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:00:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest video ever</title><content type='html'>Thanks to eric who send this to me...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean boy singing Mariah Carey's song "Touch My Body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAF86WVNEO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAF86WVNEO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the correct lyrics here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've been waiting for it&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting too&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination I'd be all up on you&lt;br /&gt;I know you got that fever for me&lt;br /&gt;Hundred and two&lt;br /&gt;And boy I know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;My temperature's through the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna leave with me&lt;br /&gt;When I do (I do)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd best not catch this flick&lt;br /&gt;On YouTube (YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz if you run your mouth and brag&lt;br /&gt;About this secret rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;I will hunt you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they be all up in my business&lt;br /&gt;Like a Wendy interview&lt;br /&gt;But this is private&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you can put me on you&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new white tee&lt;br /&gt;I'll hug your body tighter&lt;br /&gt;Than my favorite jeans&lt;br /&gt;I want you to caress me&lt;br /&gt;Like a tropical breeze&lt;br /&gt;And float away with you&lt;br /&gt;In the Caribbean Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna leave with me&lt;br /&gt;When I do (I do)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd best not catch this flick&lt;br /&gt;On YouTube (YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz if you run your mouth and brag&lt;br /&gt;About this secret rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;I will hunt you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they be all up in my business&lt;br /&gt;Like a Wendy interview&lt;br /&gt;But this is private&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a treat you like a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;In the life of luxury&lt;br /&gt;Baby just turn to me&lt;br /&gt;You won't want for nothing boy(Nooo)&lt;br /&gt;I will give you plenty joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor (throw me on the floor) Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs (let me wrap my thighs, around your waist for just a little taste)&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves (I know you like it)&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve (Give me what I deserve babe)&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah (every little way you like to touch my body baby)&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body (yeah Yeah ooh ooh baby... Oh Oh, ooh ooh baby)&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Body (uh Uh ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Body (come on Give Me what I deserve... Oh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-2733133736383010805?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2733133736383010805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/object-width480-height385.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2733133736383010805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/2733133736383010805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/object-width480-height385.html' title='Funniest video ever'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-5905154041422898670</id><published>2009-01-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:17:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is it...</title><content type='html'>I've lost it&lt;br /&gt;I can't find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling i long for&lt;br /&gt;Has been missing in my life&lt;br /&gt;For far too  long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I&lt;br /&gt;Get this feeling back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me&lt;br /&gt;An answer to&lt;br /&gt;Stop this temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Where is it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-5905154041422898670?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5905154041422898670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5905154041422898670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/5905154041422898670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-it.html' title='where is it...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1205404438586142240</id><published>2009-01-08T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:03:39.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Timetable and chinese...</title><content type='html'>This new timetable is shit. Seriously shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday i have straight 4 hours of lessons....followed by a 2 and a half hour break...then chinese from 4 to 5. What does the school expect me to do during the 2 and a half hour break. Dumb chinese...now i regret not studying..NOT! still hate chinese whatever the cause is and will never study for it. Hopefully i get a pass for A level chinese and i dont need to retake. DAMN U CHINESE! CHINESE IS A SUBJECT THAT I FEEL IS SO REDUNDANT. oh yea...everyone talks about how china is growing to be a very powerful country and next time must do business with them and all that shit. BUT WAIT...you people dont see the whole picture. THEY are studying english, and i know of some who stop taking chinese to study english. IF THEY ARE STUDYING ENGLISH ALREADY...WE SHOULD BE COMMUNICATING IN ENGLISH!!!! its like the global language ain't it? if they study english and communicate with us in english, then we won't have to take chinese what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, my timetable looks like it ends earlier except for monday. oh yea...i hope that for PE..i get my favourite teacher....MRRRRRR..... N O R D I N!!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threadless where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1205404438586142240?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1205404438586142240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-timetable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1205404438586142240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1205404438586142240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-timetable.html' title='New Timetable and chinese...'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-8931596386573458093</id><published>2009-01-07T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:29:35.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>Yes ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know how to do the links, thanks to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; again! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i need to go find some more people's blog so i can link them here. It will take some time i guess, oh well..in the mean time...i should be getting those threadless shirts that we ( gladwin, eric and me) ordered. When is it going to come? gladwin says by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is counting down to the tropical test, i dont think im ready yet, but i will be...soon..&lt;br /&gt;Lately i was stuck with a question that someone told me...think about this. If you were at an ocean and both your mum and your wife were drowning...and you could only save one...who would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-8931596386573458093?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8931596386573458093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8931596386573458093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/8931596386573458093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-3178797526757011622</id><published>2009-01-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:51:23.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain...No move things, No renovate</title><content type='html'>My parents sort of decided to renovate the house. Do the ceiling, paint the walls and all that stuff, change the fish tank to a cabinet kind of fish tank thing, do a feature wall behind the altar. Well, with all the changes that will be done starting tomorrow..all the things from outside had to be moved inside. Like the speakers, game consoles, tv, GAINT cabinet, chairs, sofa, tea table...blah blah blah..It was a hard days work and from monday onwards, they are going to start to renovate the place by knocking down all the unnecessary stuff. It is going to be on for a week. To make matters worse, come on..i have tropical test next monday and so far, im only done with chem. I still have to go through it one more time in my mind before i can get everything down. Bio and Maths are still in a blur and dunno when im going to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the renovations are for Chinese New year. So hopefully everything pays off and everyone goes gaga when they come visit and then maybe they give more red packets. *man, im so money minded* WELL WHO ISN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note. I kinda decided that this blog wont have a tag board. If u want some conversation, come talk to me on MSN, why need a tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-3178797526757011622?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3178797526757011622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-pain-no-gainno-move-things-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3178797526757011622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/3178797526757011622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-pain-no-gainno-move-things-no.html' title='No Pain, No Gain...No move things, No renovate'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-1446027280771114163</id><published>2009-01-04T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:01:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008's new year's eve was the first time i spent new year's eve outside with my friends. The other new year's eve has been with my parents. Maybe cuz they think i'm old enough already. yay?! i dunno, it comes with its risks. Starting of the day, Kim, Chuan and Glad went to play lan. I didn't go cuz i woke up late and only saw the message to go to play lan. So i decided to meet them at Tamp. interchange, but i was late...hehe..like for an hour. We then went to Wenyuan's house to play Winning Eleven and Call of Duty. Me and Hoyin owned late game. We stayed there to see pictures of them having holiday in HK. Looked fun with alot of double pics with Hoyin making stop motion pictures. Astons was the last meal of the year for me. We went to Marina after that to see the fireworks, though Hoyin didn't meet us as he was tired ( dunno whether true or not). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat on the bridge in between esplanade and fullerton hotel. It was quite boring as we waited to we decided to cam whore first while playing cards. I guess theres a limit to cam whoring, but i dont do it. So maybe that day was the chance to use up the "cam whoring limit" before the new year starts. We tried to find James but he was like totally off on some other bridge. It was a miscommunication between us, sorry pang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics at Marina Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133628596303794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-sBdSBN7I/AAAAAAAAACo/xMqv0gAuyKE/s320/PC310027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                From left: Me, Chuan, Glad and Kim playing cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              (gladwin looks freaking horny in this pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133617822723554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-sA1JZbeI/AAAAAAAAACg/DBGZ0CUn58s/s320/PC310013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     From left: Glad, Kim and Eric. Sadly this is the only photo with Eric's face in it.                           I think he shy Shame shame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132281557835458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qzDLBXsI/AAAAAAAAACY/O4OX6tMhER4/s320/PC310012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;              I have no idea how my fringe got like this. It was cuz hot and i was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qyhhFPmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTY3863TB-I/s1600-h/PC310026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132272523558498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qyhhFPmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTY3863TB-I/s320/PC310026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Here is Eric's foot and his dirty shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE COMES THE REAL CAM WHORING! THE 13 poses of cards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                           ACE!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130330423831810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pBeobLQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/--yEJ7ewqHI/s320/PC310039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                 TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130337820222770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pB6L3JTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J5UWQf1p34c/s320/PC310040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130343887908306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pCQygrdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vedJ2nKdN6E/s320/PC310041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            FOUR! getting kinda bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130352252653778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pCv80kNI/AAAAAAAAABA/6TYEnhnTQvE/s320/PC310042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                       HIGH FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pDvXLZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z_Za6TB3AoU/s1600-h/PC310043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287130369274635410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-pDvXLZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z_Za6TB3AoU/s320/PC310043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        RED BULL SIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131330712630914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-p7s_29oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fJWPi2wJ9Dc/s320/PC310044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     SEVEN! Acting suai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131332320001554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-p7y_FfhI/AAAAAAAAABY/VB4NDj8KikI/s320/PC310045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           EIGHT! Wenyuan still excited to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131336232368706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-p8Bj3ekI/AAAAAAAAABg/vT0exihCB_I/s320/PC310046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                      NINE! seriously bored by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131346641003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-p8oVepMI/AAAAAAAAABo/766tXfGmvDs/s320/PC310047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        TEN! Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131350686867618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-p83aFoKI/AAAAAAAAABw/vkFWKXD7PDc/s320/PC310048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                         JOKER! no relation to this pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132243106725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qwz7j_WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xVZYfkEol24/s320/PC310049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    THE QUEEN PICTURE HAS BEEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           REMOVED TO PROTECT THE FOLLOWING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     BELOW PEOPLE FROM POSSIBLE HARASSMENT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               TORTURE, LAB TESTING, AND JAIL! :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                                         GLADWIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            KINGS! i was damn bored by now. seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132256041752930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qxkHg2WI/AAAAAAAAACA/xPEnQUCNuD8/s320/PC310051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     USELESS CARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132268089369250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-qyQ_44qI/AAAAAAAAACI/21Mn21Ghojw/s320/PC310052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the fireworks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140681988704946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-ycBN0CrI/AAAAAAAAADY/83iEsOdJFdk/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140671029589650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-ybYY9NpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BZ7XYcaPr-Y/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140665471154578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-ybDruOZI/AAAAAAAAADI/imtqrhuapgk/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141499457813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-zLmhouvI/AAAAAAAAADw/1bz2GY3uEZw/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141483393172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-zKqrhxGI/AAAAAAAAADo/6H-9gVerPpk/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140653511197266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-yaXIPwlI/AAAAAAAAADA/I8U-guE2fBk/s320/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141479847245954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-zKdeHOII/AAAAAAAAADg/SymuSaSu4aI/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140644149567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-yZ0QQoQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_L6swaghHTo/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;This kinda ends my 2008 New Year's Eve and my 2009 new year day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-1446027280771114163?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1446027280771114163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1446027280771114163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/1446027280771114163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-new-years-eve.html' title='2008 New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV-sBdSBN7I/AAAAAAAAACo/xMqv0gAuyKE/s72-c/PC310027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328034990431715482.post-560069832184510722</id><published>2009-01-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:15:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Well, i made some New Year Resolution this year and one of them was to try and keep a blog. So this blog will be with me till...er...some where around...maybe right before NS. Don't think i can keep writing stuff in NS...won't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be a new year, "A" levels will be this year...so i guess its time to buck up with studies and all that stuff.  School will start on 12 Jan. That leaves me with like more than a week of holidays left. The sucky thing is that, when we go back..the first thing the school greets us with is tropical test. As i would say...Si Bei Sian. I better get studying soon, if not i will be down for rememdial once again, and would be skipping it and then getting trouble. Maybe this year i will trying taking Highway code for driving license, but with studying being the first priority...don't know whether can or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study harder or maybe study more&lt;br /&gt;2. Start a blog again&lt;br /&gt;3. Save money for something really important&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a new phone...maybe IPhone&lt;br /&gt;5. Build up my body...i still owe someone a 6 pack&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn to play the Guitar, maybe that will be next year or after "A" levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These will be the few i start with, slowly as i complete them, then i create more. One person can only keep these much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from the Marina bay will be up soon..watch out Gladwin, Queen of the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i have to thank racheltan for helping me with this blog, thanks babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328034990431715482-560069832184510722?l=resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/560069832184510722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/560069832184510722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/328034990431715482/posts/default/560069832184510722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resoluteofaboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>resoluteofaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790863742374007467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJvjL7w2Xjc/SV222xsEf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/klIZirPIhWg/S220/PB260168.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
