<?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-7243464</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:54:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's not that simple..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-110839092509266284</id><published>2005-02-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:22:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day</title><content type='html'>haha.. today's v day ar.. supposed to be such a HAPPY occasion.. ok lar.. got cg mates got bring us things.. i feel so bad i nvr give anything.. but today.. i super suay ar.. walao eh.. already got hockey till so late.. then hand still bei da dao nail broke n bleed T.T.. sian lei.. pp always say gd luck comes after bad luck.. but my gd luck only last 1 day lor.. then continue all is bad luck le.. aiyer.. imbalance of luck.. haha.. okay wont lament le.. so late le.. tired.. want sleep le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-110839092509266284?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/110839092509266284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=110839092509266284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/110839092509266284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/110839092509266284'/><link 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and then in the end.. get nth.. i go home doing nth outside.. nvr even give a thought to my feelings.. rather go follow some guy who came not long ago's intentions to watch this and not that.. what do they even take me as??.. nvm.. say more abt this get more sad only.. i dun care if pp read.. just pouring out feelings.. anyway it's MY blog.. well they may not think tt they did wrong or what or think i am just a wuss complaining.. i dun care.. humans are self-centred.. each one for themselves.. they are always the most correct.. i noe i cant give an objective view.. but ask urselves honestly.. do u think what u have done is correct?.. no wonder it's so hard to find a best friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-110822482470183016?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109344391271468588</id><published>2004-08-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:25:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha... lolz.. it's been like.. wow.. 13 days since i last touched my blog haha.. neglected it le.. lolz.. anyway.. had cts.. stupid cts.. some of it i did half asleep and half sick.. so the results arent optimal.. dun care le.. and then there is the english o lvl oral.. omg.. it sux to the core. took it yday.. omg.. the teacher actually asked me the same q twice for pic description.. 'what do u think the old man is thinking?' and 'what do you think he is thinking now?' omg.. i rily got say lor.. haiz.. die le lar.. guess they mayb thought i din ans the point.. haiz.. =(.. duno le lar.. tried my best le.. hrm.. quite late le.. haha gtg le.. bb.. prelims soon blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109344391271468588?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109344391271468588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109344391271468588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109344391271468588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109344391271468588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109232343438884979</id><published>2004-08-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:10:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hrm.. was v happy.. my o lvl chinese got a1(D).. was so worried i din do well coz i screwed up some parts.. just v happy i did well.. my first a1.. opening step to the remaining subjects.. v tired today.. down with fever and cough again.. so stupid.. gtg le.. gotta sleep nite guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109232343438884979?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109232343438884979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109232343438884979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109232343438884979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109232343438884979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/hrm.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109223648278843037</id><published>2004-08-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:01:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody day.. Agh.. hate every single minute.. no every single second of today.. &lt;strong&gt;SHUCKSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;duno y.. today is stupid idiotic.. everything.. both feel lyk crying and cursing around.. conclusion.. i really really really hate today.. worst day of the month.. and my phone going bonkers.. screw man.. bah.. dowan say le.. go sleep le.. my head's gonna explode soon.. stupid o lvl chinese results coming out tml.. bah.. freaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109223648278843037?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109223648278843037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109223648278843037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109223648278843037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109223648278843037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/bloody-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109214641966156669</id><published>2004-08-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:00:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.. the 5-days long holiday is finally over.. and tml's school time.. in some sense.. gd.. in some sense bad.. bad coz.. omg.. o lvl results.. o lvl english oral.. bah.. and ct is coming.. gd coz.. i would be deprived of the time i would spent staring blankly into space and thinking a lot blah.. and tt awaited moment would come too.. lolz.. hrm guess today only want to talk abt one thing.. in life.. a lot of pp will often meet with the same situation.. but each situation can result in diff outcomes.. according to the person him/herself.. mayb when thought complicate themselves, we tend to think too much abt some things.. when we are actually doing the same thing ourselves and know well what is happening.. however, it is also due to the factor tt it mayb diff in diff pp.. like in some.. it may develop into sth gd.. in others sth bad.. and etc etc.. i am doing it.. a few pp i noe are doing it too.. and u mayb doing it too.. however, it mayb diff for each case.. and diff emotions are involved within..  i dowan to probe too much.. or care too much.. let's just leave it to hypotheses tt mayb.. what we are doing is the same things with the same intentions.. if not.. then.. too bad! lolz.. nth else can be done.. hrm.. as the title goes.. silent wishes=P.. when will the falling stars grant them haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109214641966156669?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109214641966156669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109214641966156669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109214641966156669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109214641966156669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109207478298743299</id><published>2004-08-10T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T02:06:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1:45 am -.- lolz.. i am still awake at my most active period for flow of thoughts again haha.. but.. strangely.. tonight nth comes in.. nth goes out.. just emtpy flow of energy flowing through.. no adrenaline.. no nth.. lolz.. some1 taught me a new phrase.. help for the sake of helping some1.. haha.. i guess.. it's true.. when sometimes we do help others.. most of the time we are caught unprepared.. it's just a do-on-the-spot situation.. when some1 opened their mouth and asked u to.. along the cause however thoughts may develop, things start to take shape.. and conditions may follow.. many thoughts, many things.. yet some pp do it not for the cause of helping another.. yet again, we can ask ourselves, when some1 does a survey on why do pp help another person.. how many of us can guarantee a 'for the sake of helping him/her' 100%? even small kids.. mayb.. help others for a stick of candy? or sth.. in this complex society.. this innocent, pure thought maybe endangered.. therefore, it is spread in books and teachings to be passed on.. not to let it go extinct.. yet some adults themselves are contradicting what they preach.. i have nth more to add.. nth less to lose.. let's just put it this way.. each of us can try to do it.. but in the end how many will succeed.. the number would be near to absolute.. and now along the way of typing this.. more thoughts flow in.. now with a minute injection of adrenaline.. not gonna say.. not gonna do.. nightmares have become part of my life lately.. so sleep time is really best avoided in my case.. but.. i do get lethargic and in the end cant help but succumb to the 'sleep' demon.. truth,lies.. in chinese.. only a letter apart.. yet is the exact opposite of the other.. lies.. white lies.. the context of white lies depends on the person him/herself.. to one it mayb defined as white lies but to another mayb it's a v hurtful lie.. so being true always is the best.. right?.. easy to say.. hard to do.. how many pp can live even 1 day not telling a lie.. almost none.. some things are just created liddat.. even if u wanna change it.. u cant.. desire no lies.. craving for the absolute truth.. possible? if only every single thing can be spilled out.. obstruction in life.. yet another subject tt has involved much contradiction.. some pp say it's gd for u.. some says it's so painful it's best avoided.. faced with this, the conclusion is probably how most pp think tt yes.. u need it to grow up.. to be stronger.. to learn from past mistakes.. best is if u can shape the obstruction.. the obstacle.. into a happy ending.. or sth beneficial.. yet.. whether tt will happen.. no one noes.. not u.. not me.. only he who is up there.. efforts put in.. whether they will pay off.. again.. it's all predestined.. but it's better to die trying than to die with no reason and without knowing how u die.. Sensitivity.. sth most pp need to learn.. sometimes when u do some things or say some words.. it really hurts others a lot.. so i appeal tt all of us do think b4 doing sth.. in case it causes a wound so deep it'll nvr heal.. such as constant insults.. or sth.. anyway.. enough crap for today.. i'm gonna go face my nightmare.. haha.. mayb today it will turn up to be a v sweet dream.. and not a nightmare.. what are the odds?.. little.. but i have no choice but to take it.. coz i can nvr run away from it.. wish upon the canopy of darkness enveloping the sky.. the sparkles of light emanating from the stars.. are my tiny rays of hope.. it is dimming.. undoubtedly.. however.. hope.. isn't sth u can kill tt easily.. hold on till the moment of despair overcomes u.. may things end the way they are meant to be.. whether or not it is wat any1 wanted.. been there.. done tt.. i want to live my life with no regrets.. possible or not.. i duno.. i can only hope.. tt i have made the right decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109207478298743299?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109207478298743299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109207478298743299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109207478298743299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109207478298743299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/145-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109203355088817944</id><published>2004-08-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:39:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many nights we prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hope for a song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know theres much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;[Mmmmmmmmmyeah]&lt;br /&gt;Mmmyeah&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proves in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seems like the summer bird&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now Im standing here&lt;br /&gt;My hearts so full,&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speakin words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought Id say&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;(When you believe)&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to kill (Mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Believe-Mariah Carey&amp;amp;Whitney Houston(Prince of Egypt OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109203355088817944?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109198556041794047</id><published>2004-08-09T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:23:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flow of thoughts.. every person has one period when his flow of thoughts is most active.. mine's at night so just putting it down.. bear with me haha.. i've really got tonnes of things in me weighing down on me haha.. so think beta say it out.. let the weight lighten a bit.. i am not like some pp who would just express the contents of what they think inside out.. pour everything out on sth called 'blog'.. yes.. cowardice mayb.. or just the fear of initiating irritation or just some unwanted reaction in some bodily jars.. so forgive me for beating about the bush..memories.. we all have it.. big.. small.. all diff types.. happy.. sad.. angry.. frustration.. everything.. all of this are just kept in a small chip somewhere in our body.. and it is i guess.. sub-consciously under our control.. mayb not fully.. but yes we do have some control over it.. memories are created.. and sub-consciously forgotten.. this is the case in most pp.. however, there is another special case where humans want it to be erased voluntarily.. but it is just sealed tight.. inaccessible.. unable to be modified or deleted.. or tampered with.. just locked.. intentions are obstructed by the blockage.. barrier made by the body itself.. and this is the case.. maybe without knowing.. some parts of the body are initiating this barrier.. keeping it intact and preventing the entry of 'foreign' objects.. like energy, it can be converted, used, dissipated but not removed from the face of the earth completely.. it is really quite pointless to say all these.. but up till now.. some antibodies are just resisting the change.. eating up all the chemicals produced in response to the intention of the cerebrum to forget things.. to take up things needs 1 hr mayb and to put it down.. mayb weeks, months or yrs.. willpower.. the thing tt most pp lack.. without exception.. to return all to ground zero.. would be impossible.. even if it is manageable.. somehow these memories can only be suppressed but not erased.. deep inside.. it will still stay, persist and live on.. humans live for the moment.. and without knowing it has passed by.. leaving behind but pathetic hopes.. care, concern.. even if they do exist now.. what meaning does it hold.. two-way handshake.. an important component of networking(maybe din really learn anything in cisco).. and of life.. small portion of rock inside.. hard as diamond.. cant be destroyed.. and facing despair in reality.. humans can only take refuge in their dreams where they hope nth ever happened and life can continue happily ever after just as they want it to be.. when hopes become too much and one hand refuses to shake the other.. everything would crumble.. i guess tt's the case.. therefore.. even if a reaction has been initiated in one by the stimulus in the other.. what meaning does it hold when the reaction is all for nth.. holding on to the bleak hope, the hand just grabbed on to a branch in the cliff helplessly, waiting for the moment another hand would come and pull it up.. to the place where it belongs.. and the other hand.. it would nvr noe what happened to it.. of course it hopes tt they can return to the original owner to work for him once again.. refusal is a part of life.. and when one chooses to stay the same while the other chooses to go on and not turn back.. whether their path of destiny will intersect once again.. no one noes but he who is up there.. and life goes on.. no matter how stupid it can be at times.. things would nvr be the same again.. or will it? irregardless of what happens.. one retains everything seal it all inside.. while the other mayb sweeps it clean and accept other entrances.. bah.. time to go back to sleep again.. gd nitez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109198556041794047?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109198556041794047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109198556041794047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109198556041794047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109198556041794047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/flow-of-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109198050830559644</id><published>2004-08-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:55:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyes are bloodshot red.. trickles of water flows down from my pupils.. am i crying? no.. &lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT FLU &lt;/strong&gt;bah.. so stupid.. been sneezing for 1 whole day.. wonder who's cursing me-.-.. anyway my blog's getting real boring.. any suggestions on what to write? haha.. sry the previous entry seems to be illegible.. cant help it stupid webby doesnt allow chinese characters to be viewed -.-''.. anyways saw some1's entry lol.. v meaningful reasons abt why not to quit in times of trouble.. lolz.. true for most cases.. but not all.. sometimes u must noe when to quit.. b4 it's too late to do so haha.. and things will end up all worse.. with much feelings comes much burdens and much risks lolz.. k stop bullshitting le.. gotta sleep le *yawn* nites everyone sweet dreams.. lol and to joo duno whether u can c this.. anyways thx for the mmses u sent me haha.. so many sia feel so bad if it's not free=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109198050830559644?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109198050830559644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109198050830559644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109198050830559644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109198050830559644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-eyes-are-bloodshot-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109189246612494515</id><published>2004-08-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:27:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>摄氏三十五度 我不再回顾 想你在他的怀里&lt;br /&gt;应该幸福 我该祝福 冷得我想哭 不能哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻到什么程度 我心里有数 最后一口啤酒无所谓&lt;br /&gt;酸或苦 能笑着送你走 就满足 很满足&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着天上乌云 满满 排山倒海 这夏季第一场雨&lt;br /&gt;迎面而来 当结局不能改 我又何必躲开&lt;br /&gt;没什么值得大惊小怪 就淋个痛快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听风 咻-咻-咻-嘲笑我的爱 就像感情的备胎&lt;br /&gt;只在旁边喝采&lt;br /&gt;你别问why why why 我一直都在&lt;br /&gt;你有很好的未来 再痛我也说all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当风 咻-咻-咻-送走我的爱 街边路灯一整排&lt;br /&gt;低着头为谁默哀&lt;br /&gt;是天在 cry cry cry 我的笑还在&lt;br /&gt;有天他不能依赖 你怀念我外套口袋&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 我随时 stand by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咻-咻-咻-Ocean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109189246612494515?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109189246612494515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109189246612494515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109189246612494515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109189246612494515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-why-why-all-right-cry-cry-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109181261510546926</id><published>2004-08-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T01:16:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back.. after so long.. haha.. spent most of the time cooling down sia.. so stressed up lately.. i guess.. when u look at things from diff perspectives, things do change greatly.. one which mayb  bad to u mayb gd to others.. take refuge in knowing tt and pursue not the relentless fact tt is too cruel to be said.. saw sr blog today.. and all the sad entries.. well.. ym said this.. i think i should let u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In relationships its never a "u reap wad u sow". Its not a simple maths equation in which u can balance everything. The affairs of the heart is a messy thing, complicated and almost unsolvable. No one noes wad will come out of it, just that if they expect to have even the smallest results, they have to give it all. Disappointments are to be expected, to be prepared for. Bcoz if you want to play the game of love, if you want to give it a try, you must be prepared for failure, prepared to lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True i guess.. sacrifices are needed along this path.. much.. and must be on both sides.. if one of them fails to do so or is not willing to.. then it'd not work.. it'd just crumble in the end.. Everybody has their own feelings after rejection.. u, me, everyone would have diff reactions.. some would just take it as a passing thing.. some would take it v badly and like break down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liang ren ruo shi zhen xin xiang ai, you he xu zao zao mu mu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final feelings would be sealed inside the heart.. until it would dissolve along with the other blood plasmatic contents in the blood vessels.. how long it would take.. no one noes.. it might be a v long winter.. or spring might just be around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the chinese saying says.. yao zao chi tu ma, fei you bo le ye.. ni de bo le you zai he chu.. one special day, ur bo le.. will find u this chi tu ma.. and for this person who din manage to judge ur full potential.. then it's really his/her loss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many tv series say xi huan yi ge ren bu yi ding yao gen ta zai yi qi, zi yao ta kuai le ni ye kuai le.. lol so sacrifical.. but at the end it's only 1 person and it will not work.. as stated earlier.. just one final sentence to all pp out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mo dai wu hua ze xu zhe.. cherish everything u have and treasure them when u still have it, don't wait till they disappear from ur very eyes tt u start to regret.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109181261510546926?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109181261510546926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109181261510546926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109181261510546926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109181261510546926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109177796505304078</id><published>2004-08-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:40:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;小島 Kojima (small island) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;=S.. true?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109177796505304078?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109177796505304078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109177796505304078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109177796505304078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109177796505304078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-japanese-name-is-kojima-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-10914641352390414</id><published>2004-08-03T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:31:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm.. bad day for a lot of pp i noe..</title><content type='html'>Well, today started up real spooky.. my right eye twitched for the entire morning.. and i got toinh saying it was an ominous sign.. and then i got kped by stupid hairy lau for my hair and my maths test so many careless mistakes.. i was a lil afraid sth bad would happen back home.. but couldnt really call.. then it was pe.. raining so we had stretching exercises.. omg haha it was so funny i laughed till my whole stomach cramp.. it's like i suddenly forgot all my troubles.. pp are right laughter is the best medi haha.. then days went on like normal bah bah more boring shits.. till after school went to aaron's house to do chem project.. his ah gong.. waliew.. big jerk=S.. sry aaron.. but he really is kping us all the way walao eh sibei boesong him.. anyways.. went on home.. smsed pp along the way.. haiz.. she sounded so sad.. and like when i asked where all her lols had gone to.. she just said they went sleeping and wont be back for a while.. she wouldt even tell me why.. i really cant do anything more cant possibly probe would just irritate her more.. just would like to say a few words b4 i go.. to ahem.. u should noe who.. i admit.. i really got a lil worked up tt day but i wasnt really in a particularly gd mood.. and mayb i was wrong in just taking the chest liddat but.. even the guy besides me then said the chest didnt have ur name on it.. and.. even assholes who cheat would be angry if u kicked them continuously.. the other guy was already saying fk u and all those.. so it's not really completely my fault even though i was at fault a bit.. and to the other u noe who.. ok.. i admit i've nvr really tried to put myself in ur shoes b4.. mayb things are unfair to u and i've been saying unfair things all from my perspectives.. but really if u got something to say.. i need u to say it out.. i am not u.. i duno how u think really.. i would want to but it's not possible.. and for tt day's incident i am utterly sry.. and now u like not laughing at all(in the virtual world tt is).. and like so sad.. i feel v sad too.. no matter u believe it or not.. i rily want to make it up to u.. and hope things can go back to the way they were.. will u just give me this chance.. this one last chance.. and for tt i need u to be like the last time u too.. the one who will talk to me.. listen to me crap etc.. pp say some changes are irreversible.. but with determination.. i think those can be changed to reversible changes.. so pls.. one &lt;strong&gt;FINAL&lt;/strong&gt; time.. and then.. erm my online friend like sort of had a lot of probs with her bf.. and she is sorta v confused.. duno whether she can c this.. but.. dun worry anymore.. if he duno how to appreciate u.. there is no point holding on to ur quarrels and patching ups.. and dont need to cry for him.. coz he's not worth it.. since he doesnt noe how to treasure u.. u can always find a guy beta than him.. and.. i'll be here for u to confide in anytime as promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-10914641352390414?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/10914641352390414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=10914641352390414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/10914641352390414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I guess everyone has experienced it b4.. just some feelings flowing into ur heart.. and u cant really describe the feeling.. mayb it's a concoction.. mixed feelings.. new feeling.. or sth u really dont noe.. what actually caused such a reaction?.. something.. what someone says.. what someone does.. or finding out abt the light of truth.. Life.. what many pp describe as full of injustice.. True.. but is it always so.. there are happy memories in life.. and when u look back upon those u smile and say.. my life is worth it with the presence of these memories.. someone said sth today.. y u talk so lil today?.. surprising.. i always talk a lot usually.. but guess i am just not in the mood to talk today.. not really in a very gd mood oso.. got one of such mixed feelings.. now i really understand.. truly understand.. what has been happening all along.. so it's liddis.. the truth does hurt.. but it's better than being in the dark all along.. shan't crap too much le.. gtg le byez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109125203837881478?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109125203837881478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109125203837881478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109125203837881478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109125203837881478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/ever-get-kind-of-feeling-which-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109102819426695868</id><published>2004-07-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:23:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grand finale</title><content type='html'>today's a wednesday.. days went on like normal in school.. just tt i was supposed to have some english course.. but in the end it was cancelled coz most of the pp were not there.. and so yes.. the grand finale.. i guess it really dragged v long.. and there was no point in continuing anymore.. i cant really put down my feelings in words.. if any1 wanna noe.. just go listen to wlife's why do i love u song.. lolz.. so funny.. it's as if the whole song was made to suit my feelings today.. and with this.. the burden on me has finally released.. wouldnt go 4 another 1 anytime soon.. guess the scars would be gashing for quite long.. periods of uncertainty.. bleak hope.. it's all over now.. everything ends here.. these feelings would not cease for the time being.. but mayb shi jian ke yi chong dan yi qie.. how long i dont noe.. on behalf of boy, wishing girl tt she would be able to find some1 beta than boy, someone who can care and love her beta than boy.. and hope tt she would not repeat the same thing to another person coz it hurts.. boy would still be her fren and would always be there for girl.. no matter when and where.. mayb it was fated to remain this way.. as much as boy hates it and as much as he wants to be together with girl.. it is all impossible now.. in the end girl still doesnt noe her feelings but boy really needs to concentrate on his studies and doesnt wish to drag it no more.. mayb after everything's over.. boy would still feel as strongly for girl.. but till the time come when he can become drunk in the world of romance again, let his memories be carved on his heart 4eva and eva.. ke gu ming xin.. as long as girl is happy, i guess he'd be happy too.. and yes the phrase always quoted by his mei.. 'wo hui xue zhi fang qi ni, shi yin wei wo tai ai ni..' all the best.. life goes on.. no matter what.. boy had done his best.. and really doesnt want to have any regrets.. boy hopes tt 1 day.. when girl is all old and wrinkled, she can look back upon her fun memories she had with boy.. and at least appreciate a little what he had done for her.. gotta sleep le.. crap so much le.. byez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109102819426695868?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109102819426695868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109102819426695868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109102819426695868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109102819426695868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/grand-finale.html' title='The grand finale'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109094308841016046</id><published>2004-07-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:44:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdict's out?</title><content type='html'>Today's a tuesday.. tuesday usually sux a lot.. quite true.. i hate tuesdays.. anyway had pe early morning.. stupid divided into 2 teams to play rugby against 4/4.. and our team just sat at the benches till the last 5 mins.. play le oso more stupid.. stupid team duno how to pass 1.. geez got pp like ahem.. u noe who.. luckily ong and lau didnt come but lau gave so much maths things which took 1 1/2 hrs to finish.. end of day went home.. it rained.. like heaven is crying lolz.. lame.. anyway.. today the verdict sorta came out.. yeah.. the one i've been waiting for so long.. and the result.. erm.. well the girl told the boy he liked him a lil.. but she didnt wanna go into some serious relationship.. and oso she still couldnt forget some guy.. must be some very gd guy.. well boy asked girl whether he had any chance.. girl told boy not to hope too much.. and tt it was very slim.. boy asked whether it was bcoz of the other guy.. girl said tt she mayb could forget him soon but wanted to concentrate on her studies 1st.. boy din really noe what to do.. and asked whether she would accept him if her results had improved.. she said mayb.. and boy decided to wait.. till the girl had improved.. mayb a few months.. mayb 1 yr.. boy doesnt noe..meanwhile girl just wants boy to treat her like a fren for the time being.. boy is in too deep.. to ask him to do tt would be like asking him to move a mountain.. but he will wait.. wait.. nobody noes what the future holds.. whether girl will lose her feelings.. or things boy could nvr imagine.. boy knows he wouldnt coz boy doesnt really forget anything tt easily it takes much more and longer time than tt.. boy now feels so confused.. hesitating.. would the waiting be in vain yet again.. he really doesnt know.. and thinking of it just brings headaches to him.. but what else can he do but wait.. and pray tt fate isnt so cruel as to make him wait in vain.. emotions so strong he can no longer control.. will the feelings of the girl grow.. or diminish.. falter?.. no one noes.. boy can only hope.. hope.. the hope dangling on a string.. threatening to come off any moment.. boy nvr regretted liking the girl.. just regretted his inability of making the girl like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109094308841016046?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109094308841016046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109094308841016046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109094308841016046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109094308841016046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/verdicts-out.html' title='Verdict&apos;s out?'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109085692837327674</id><published>2004-07-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:48:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had geog test today.. luckily it was pretty easy though i didnt revise much.. yeah so counted myself pretty lucky.. early in the morning had rugby.. ran from half court till my right leg now feels so weak as if they would give way anytime.. after school went for the western dining course.. pretty much quite nice fd.. me lowly,ym and yy were called out for some demo thingy.. so stupid today ym kept on touching my hair and flattening it.. and then she said i really looked like a waiter when i pulled the chair for my so-called partner.. geez.. some western etiquette.. Of course, nighttime is always a period of headache for me.. Some shocking things here and there.. v disappointed.. i am.. and then ym strongly put forward her point to me again.. this time i am somewat almost fully convinced.. the rock in my head has been broken..i duno whether i can do it.. but i'll try.. however for now.. i am having a very terrible real-life headache and really dont wish to think of anything anymore.. mayb i will wait a few more days.. for the final verdict to come.. and then decide on my next steps.. if it really reveals tt i would hav to follow what ym says.. then i'd have nobody to blame but myself for being so stupidly stubborn.. 5 months of time.. wasted on this thing.. mayb not wasted.. but i duno how to put it in a beta way.. i am glad tt so many pp are by my side and supporting me.. thx guys u all mean a lot to me.. and then.. i am gonna sleep le.. ciao.. dadah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109085692837327674?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109085692837327674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109085692837327674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109085692837327674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109085692837327674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-geog-test-today.html' title='&lt;No Title&gt;'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109076912129476357</id><published>2004-07-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:25:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling.. Uh..</title><content type='html'>haiz.. stupid geog test.. so stupid.. i cant concentrate.. cant read in.. sad case.. most fail.. i heck care le.. pp say u reap&amp;nbsp;what u sow.. sometimes u dont really reap as much as u sow.. mayb fate made it so.. yet another person said tt mayb.. things aren't meant to be.. and mayb things arent destined to work out.. some pp's heads are made of stone.. just so hard.. so stubborn.. mayb what some1 said was right.. i am just trying to console myself.. cheer myself up.. but i dont really care anymore.. i got a test in my face.. if i think of anything else rite now i'll fail for sure.. ussr and usa fought war coz of a difference in ideology.. and now faced with the same prob.. will peace ever prevail? i duno.. no one noes.. probably only he who is up there.. mayb u all are tired of my whinings.. haha.. well my blog.. can really say what i want.. rest time finish le.. time to go back to studying.. ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109076912129476357?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109076912129476357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109076912129476357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109076912129476357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109076912129476357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/struggling-uh.html' title='Struggling.. Uh..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109074870828965309</id><published>2004-07-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:45:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter of my life</title><content type='html'>Think haven blog for some days.. haha.. not in the mood to.. no time.. and duno what to put really.. have geog tests tml.. though it's been narrowed down to 2 parts of geog.. still quite a lot.. haha.. today's been a stupid day.. almost everybody is in a bad mood.. including me.. been having a lot of thoughts on my mind lately someone even said i had panda eyes le=X haha cant help it.. getting a lot of nightmares lately.. tt's what happens to a person when he is in jitters.. havent been myself lately.. getting real grouchy and all.. oversensitive mayb.. what has happened to me.. is this really the real me?.. or which one is beta.. the now me or the past me.. i duno.. someone tell me.. i am so confused.. at the path of no return and yet no advance either.. i guess i'll wait it out.. hold on till the day my body fails me.. till the day my legs give way.. and let me rot forever in tt sanctuary of death.. for tt.. i need signs.. encouragement haha.. hope or sth to show tt there is light further in front.. lolz too dramatic dont care.. gotta study geog le.. ciao guys have a nice day all of u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109074870828965309?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109074870828965309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109074870828965309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109074870828965309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109074870828965309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='Another chapter of my life'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109050182758936734</id><published>2004-07-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:10:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read if u want to..</title><content type='html'>One fine day, two individuals, one boy and one girl got to noe each other thru the virtual world.. They chatted and chatted and went on to try to noe each other in the real world.. Slowly, over time, the boy fell in love with the girl.. In the beginning, he hesitated for he thought that it might be infatuation as they didint really know the girl in the real world.. However, the course of time proved his heart tt it was not just a moment of infatuation.. Some more time passed and he finally expressed his feelings to tt girl.. The girl didnt really give any response and he waited, tried to noe her beta by asking her to meet, to let them have a chance to get along. Unfortunately, the girl kept on declining and things just remained a constant at tt lvl for months.. Things began to turn up some time b4 the boy's special day-his bday.. He thought tt his graph of life had reached a minimum point and was going up.. he was more than elated when she gave him a bday present.. The girl also agreed to meet and talk.. 1 meeting, she almost didnt talk at all, the boy thought tt she might be shy since it was the first time and so arranged a 2nd one.. This time, it was worse, all the time she turned her back on him and didnt speak a word besides 'hi' and 'bye'.. The boy was depressed.. He felt tt he might as well had gone home instead of walking back from the bus stop.. What hurt him more was the fact tt the girl actually promised to try to talk.. but she didnt.. and as days passed, the boy felt tt his heart was dying.. he didnt noe what to do.. didnt noe how the girl felt.. and he cant hold on long now.. the boy side of the story might have been biased and he would like the girl to tell her side of the story now.. to get out from the surround of the four tall walls where he cant progress or retreat.. he wants to noe y is she treating him like this.. wordless he is now.. as he watches all his effort flowing down the drain.. one sentence he'd like to say.. relationships must always be serious.. if it's not.. there's no meaning in it just for play.. and tt's an insult to any relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109050182758936734?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109025330888599289</id><published>2004-07-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:44:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame things..</title><content type='html'>Although I understand I can do nothing &lt;br /&gt;To change the mistakes I've made &lt;br /&gt;I hope when you read this you'll realize the truth &lt;br /&gt;In what I'm about to say. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to try to cover it up &lt;br /&gt;Like many other people will do -- &lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll tell you I'm honest in saying &lt;br /&gt;That all I want is you. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So many nights I've lain sleepless in bed &lt;br /&gt;Meditating on your face &lt;br /&gt;But I just can't face up to the fact &lt;br /&gt;That in reality I've lost the race. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I doubt I could live without you around, &lt;br /&gt;You mean the whole world to me -- &lt;br /&gt;If I could go anywhere on Earth &lt;br /&gt;In your arms is where I'd want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Too many tears have streamed down my face &lt;br /&gt;To not let you know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;At times it seems this whole thing is a dream &lt;br /&gt;Until I remember. . . it's real. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way I could prove to you &lt;br /&gt;How special I think you are &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of keeping these feelings inside -- &lt;br /&gt;It's gone way too far. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt what I'm feeling right now -- &lt;br /&gt;You've put me in a trance &lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't make you regret it &lt;br /&gt;If you give me just half a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I really don't think you fully understand &lt;br /&gt;How much I care for you &lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I get the feeling &lt;br /&gt;That there's nothing I can really do. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't think twice about giving my life &lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you from harm &lt;br /&gt;You're so much more perfect than I'll ever be -- &lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your smile, your charm. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever think of anymore &lt;br /&gt;When I hope or dream or cry &lt;br /&gt;Countless times I've been thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could die. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You don't understand how you've changed my life &lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same &lt;br /&gt;You're more precious to me than all the money in the world &lt;br /&gt;All the glory or power or fame. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly give every single thing I own &lt;br /&gt;Just to prove how much I care -- &lt;br /&gt;I'll never find anyone as perfect as you &lt;br /&gt;You're far beyond compare. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing else I can do &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the end &lt;br /&gt;But before I stop I want to tell you &lt;br /&gt;That you're an incredible friend. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I only have one more thing to say &lt;br /&gt;That I really want you to know -- &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be an angel in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But no matter what people think of you -- &lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling lonely and sad, &lt;br /&gt;Or if you can't think of any reason to live &lt;br /&gt;And life is terribly bad &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Or if you feel like you can't go on &lt;br /&gt;Just remember that what I'm saying is true: &lt;br /&gt;I don't care at all what happens-- &lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109025261810431105</id><published>2004-07-19T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T23:56:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog's getting more and more boring</title><content type='html'>Soz guys i really dunno what to write haha.. hrm today had normal lessons as usualy pretty boring.. but quite normal.. oh but today sth real stupid happened.. stupid kam wai went and slapped me on my face just because i said sth i was joking with him&gt;.&lt;&gt; bah.. it sux.. stupid movie no story and not scary at all-.- some ghost movie it is... haiz duno what to write le ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109025261810431105?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-109016483326031747</id><published>2004-07-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T23:33:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>hrm.. havent blogged for a few days.. too lazy to.. well these few days been quite monotonous had last day of cisco on friday.. then.. my ex-guardian and her daughter arrived in sg yday nite.. fetched them with my guardian and his son at 10+.. well.. today went out with her, my guardian's son and another girl.. was quite boring.. they were talking among themselves about things i and tt guy had no idea about.. so he was like 'shuaing' attitude all the way.. quite 'shao xing' though.. and very what.. cant even smile for pp to c... today got a few new headaches bah.. teenage life so many headaches.. shall not say though.. later the person dowan it to be said.. blog so many pp c..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-109016483326031747?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/109016483326031747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=109016483326031747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109016483326031747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/109016483326031747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_18.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108989716930349783</id><published>2004-07-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:12:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day past..</title><content type='html'>Today had oral and a maths test.. a maths test was ok except 4 1 careless mistake.. oral was quite easy.. anyway when i was half reading reader's digest saw this article saying: Infatuation is like a 2-edged blade.. blissful if accepted but very painful when rejected.. -.-.. i reading reader's digest halfway oso can read till this kind of thing so qiao ar.. neways nth much to say gonna play games le ciao.. no stupid entries today.. thought tt action speaks louder than words.. time for some action soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108989716930349783?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108989716930349783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108989716930349783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108989716930349783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108989716930349783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-day-past.html' title='Another day past..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108981730574040819</id><published>2004-07-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:01:45.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 pm</title><content type='html'>hrm.. so late le.. gonna sleep le.. tml got things to do.. anyway thx guys.. even though i only noe u all thru the internet u all have been a real help especially joo.. well dont think u all will noe who anyway.. thx.. sweet dreams to u all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108981730574040819?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108981730574040819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108981730574040819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108981730574040819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108981730574040819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/11-pm.html' title='11 pm'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108980074234283518</id><published>2004-07-14T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:25:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sux.. A lot</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. just finished relative velocity hw.. it sux.. need a lot of visualisation which i greatly lack.. today's such a bad day.. everybody's either moody or angry or what.. BUT I AM TOO U NOE.. i feel so damn.. f***up today.. if u are talking about bad things happening, i've got loads can name as many example as u want.. bloody life.. i really wish i had amnesia.. forget all the worries of the world.. or drop dead would be gd.. now i noe how those pp become psychoes.. feel tt my blog's becoming a person's log b4 suicide by days.. not shouting out oso doesnt work anymore.. guess.. i'm really in a super bad mood.. so dont offend me.. or i duno what happen.. if really scold till what.. sry first.. stupid world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108980074234283518?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108980074234283518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108980074234283518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108980074234283518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108980074234283518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-sux-lot.html' title='Life sux.. A lot'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108979022513893986</id><published>2004-07-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:30:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Today's a wednesday.. had compo test today.. it was pretty simple.. to my surprise.. tml there are maths test.. and oral prelim.. haiz.. so stupid.. nvm needa practise maths and do hw.. then.. today.. finally met.. but.. i come near a bit.. the further the person go.. then they 2 keep talking.. and the person tell me to talk.. i talk.. always the other person ans.. and then huangyu keep on walking past.. talk stupid things.. haiz.. is it really not meant to be?.. i duno.. mayb it is a stupid idea telling this all to a blog where nth is there.. but duno where else to tell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108979022513893986?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108979022513893986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108979022513893986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108979022513893986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108979022513893986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108973214319371061</id><published>2004-07-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:22:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite</title><content type='html'>Nite falls.. Haiz.. so boring.. nvm gonna sleep le.. ciao guys.. tml compo test i have zero confidence lolz.. heck care le.. overall today's a quite sad but still okay day haha.. so many things happened tired le.. sleep sleep tml big day well.. 'big'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108973214319371061?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108973214319371061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108973214319371061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108973214319371061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108973214319371061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/nite.html' title='Nite'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108970622478107177</id><published>2004-07-13T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T16:26:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another entry</title><content type='html'>Today's tuesday.. Hell day.. not in the mood to talk about lessons now.. English teacher told us tt we have compo test tml.. Shucks.. Shall write sth in compo mode.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to say to all my acquaintances, friends or anyone who knows me out there. Along the process of getting along with all of you, sometimes i may do something which i nvr meant to, or maybe become like another different person. If any of you have experienced this, then I offer my most sincere apologies. Every person is susceptible to environmental changes, and I am no exception. I may suddenly become very irritating, moody, or maybe temperamental along the course. As you all know, no one's life is perfect. Obstacles lurk everywhere and these obstacles may have adverse effects on me, depending on what they are. Human emotions are complicated things. My emotions may be unstable at times. Sometimes, for no reason, I feel angry or for any action which you all may think is simple, i may feel jealous or envious. I want to control but it is way beyond my ability. Whenever i think of what bad things i have done, i feel not only guilty, but feel great remorse and deeply regret all those actions and what consequences they have. Therefore, i appeal to you all to give me your utmost tolerance in those times and do not mind this selfish part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read an excerpt from a book today. There is a saying,"What is meant to be and what is not meant to be, no matter how hard you try, will never be." I feel that this saying is so true. Do you all believe in fate, in destiny? Some people believe that we are all individual entities moving around in a time flow which never ends. By some chance, we meet each other, get along, become friends or may even advance further depending on whether it is our fate to be with that person. The part of the book i read was about someone losing hope over life as great misfortunes befall him endlessly. I live my life in monotony. Everyday, the same few things happen and each day, a bad thing would happen without fail. Maybe, my life is identical to that of the character in the book, or if not identical, close. As I see the rays of the star of hope flickering, diminishing, what can i do? I am powerless, I can only watch as day by day, it grows weaker and its light no longer as bright and as soothing. I had always thought that the graph of my life had reached its minimum point. Nonetheless, I would never have imagined that it was not a quadratic graph, but a cubic one, or maybe even more. Each time, the gradient would become steeper and it would descend lower and lower. The moment the threads of fate got me entwined within, trapped, I knew it would not relent easily if i were to decide to escape. Now, I no longer have any power to resist and can only wait silently as the darkness starts to devour me bit by bit, savouring every single aeon of life it can suck out from me. Below me, thousands of carcasses await me, beckoning me to come to them and be one with them. The boundless darkness below, the bottomless abyss, is what awaits me. Salvation, will it ever come? Will any ray of hope be able to penetrate the canopy of darkness? Will one hand appear out of the darkness and stretch forward to help me up? I do not know. I will just wait till the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pursue something relentlessly is tiring. Maybe waiting it out and let fate decide everything would be a better option. Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it? Haha.. mayb within lies a greater meaning lolz.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108970622478107177?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108970622478107177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108970622478107177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108970622478107177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108970622478107177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-another-entry.html' title='Just another entry'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108964479221139143</id><published>2004-07-12T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:06:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm.. Duno what title hehe</title><content type='html'>Haha.. today.. school went on as per normal.. oh man.. i got scolded by miss ang she said i was too talkative.. omg when i just turned around to say 1 thing to longteng geez.. in the afternoon went to play badminton.. omg.. lolz.. 2 yrs haven touch the racket started off real rusty.. but i wasnt very gd anyway haha.. neways ended up with my whole body aching like crazy.. haha.. so tired.. gonna sleep le nitez guys.. i wish u all sweet dreams=)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108964479221139143?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108964479221139143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108964479221139143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108964479221139143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108964479221139143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/hrm-duno-what-title-hehe.html' title='Hrm.. Duno what title hehe'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108955773804946133</id><published>2004-07-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:55:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of day</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the weekend haha.. i guess i had blogged a lot in the day.. just giving a finishing touch to it haha..the rest of the day went quite okay i guess.. boring as usual.. but at least.. my apology was some sort accepted dont really noe she nvr said haha.. but she said she forgot what she wanted to say-.- i duno whether she really forgot or just decided not to say nvm.. so sleepy.. gonna sleep le.. school tml.. first day to test my determination to pay attention haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108955773804946133?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108955773804946133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108955773804946133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108955773804946133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108955773804946133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/end-of-day.html' title='End of day'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108952812922469818</id><published>2004-07-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T14:57:54.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess..</title><content type='html'>Hey.. haha.. first time i blog so early in the day.. I usually want to blog at the end of the day so i can sum up everything that happened during the day.. Haiz.. I know sometimes.. when we blog, we are not so daring as to really voice our feelings out.. coz it's seen by other pp.. and so.. yeah.. there's the factor of embarrassment in it.. However, i really feel very burdened if i dont say this.. I think i wanna talk about 'jio'ing pp today.. 'jio' another word for woo.. u noe at our age.. adolescence.. some pp say.. the higher u hope, the harder u fall.. some pp, at the process of jioing.. has no confidence at all.. i shan't say who.. but.. many pp say.. having confidence is half winning the battle of jioing.. with no confidence, u dont think u are fit for the person and so naturally, u cant really succeed coz u'll always feel tt she is meant for someone else.. mayb i'm just talking on the boys' side.. and i'm also not a pro on this field.. however, sometimes u really need confidence, even 'fake' it out is gd enough.. at least even if u fall, u fall feeling tt u have already done ur best and have no regrets.. mayb tt person is just not meant for u.. faking confidence.. u tell urself u have ur strong points.. u r unique.. as the saying goes.. There are better people than u but nvr a better 'u'.. just be urself.. u have things pp dont u r one of a kind.. why bother about what other pp think.. wat u think is nice wat u think is gd go and do it.. hey who noes.. she might be one which can c the things u have in u.. so.. for tt someone.. jia you.. i just want to tell u.. u r a very nice guy.. u have ur strong points.. and u r definitely worth liking.. so dont worry give it ur best shot.. if u fail, u fall, u get hurt, stand up again.. there's not only a single girl in this world.. bu gu yi qie qu zuo.. try ur utmost best.. no matter how small the chance is.. i think u can do it.. and i'll always be behind u.. dont ever underestimate urself k?.. And.. continuing to this.. i'd like to say sth.. i nvr have dared to say on msn or sth.. i too once thought tt i pei bu shang ren jia.. etc.. yet.. i thickened my face and persisted.. haha.. stupid mayb.. but i really want to c this thing through.. today.. i think i really ruined both our mood for saying tt i want to meet a lot.. and for tt i'm sorry.. however.. i really really appeal to u to put urself in my shoes.. and see what i see.. Prelim is coming in 2 months.. after tt would be just hrs and hrs of revision or things.. pp says it takes 2 hands to clap.. i duno whether u have any feelings for me or not.. but.. 2 months really pass by very fast.. and i want to savour every single moment of it.. mayb u may think i'm asking for too much.. i duno.. i just want tt chance.. will u pave way for me or not.. i dun noe.. i can just wonder.. i just noe i like u a lot and just want the chance to try for ur heart.. whether u will let me or not.. haha.. anyway sry for really saying this on the blog.. so abrupt.. and like so public haha.. but i ask u sincerely.. pls understand my stand and why i am being so.. u noe.. and qing ni ti liang wo yi xia.. tt's all i want to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Sry there are a lot of dots guess it's my way of typing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108952812922469818?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108952812922469818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108952812922469818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108952812922469818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108952812922469818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/mess.html' title='Mess..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108947330331105245</id><published>2004-07-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:28:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringggg~</title><content type='html'>Hey.. today's dumb.. woke up at 12.. bah slept too late yday.. stayed at home for da whole day.. chatted, played games etc nth much happened.. haiz.. feeling a little sad today.. coz.. somehow.. sth stupid.. but not the least unexpected happened.. used to it le i guess.. wont brood over it will just make me feel worse.. duno what to blog nemore.. looking to another stupid day tml ciaoz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108947330331105245?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108947330331105245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108947330331105245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108947330331105245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108947330331105245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/boringggg.html' title='Boringggg~'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108939197549055180</id><published>2004-07-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:52:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Today's a friday.. The end of the 2nd week of school.. It feels as if it's been yrs since school re-opened.. LONG days.. So today's account:.. Early in the morning-physics period-I slept through most of it and got caught no less than 3 times by Mrs Chang.. After the period she talked to me outside the classroom for quite some time.. The content was sth like:"William, I've noticed tt u have slacken from last yr.. Like if it's once or twice tt u sleep during my class, i wont say u.. But it's like even when u not sleeping u are daydreaming.. Sth is wrong with ur attittude and i noe u have expectations of urself and i noe u noe tt u r below it.. So buck up.. Dont be another justin".. Well, tt really served as my wake-up call.. I spent the whole next period thinking of what i really wanted.. And i came to a decision.. I was actually losing interest in physics.. and mayb in my studies.. probably coz i am too tired or sth.. so next time i gonna sleep earlier and mayb spend less time on other things which give me headaches.. Time dragged past till 2 45.. Well.. supposed to meet someone but due to some stupid miscommunication ended up she went home.. Gay.. I was really angry at tt moment thought well.. how should i explain.. but it turned out tt some misconception or sth had caused it.. Couldnt do anything so went on for the speech day rehearsal which sux to the core.. After tt went to cisco and played com for a while.. Reached home.. and played games all the way.. think i am going mad.. Longest entry i have ever put i think.. Too much crap le.. stop here.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108939197549055180?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108939197549055180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108939197549055180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108939197549055180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108939197549055180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108921851855456448</id><published>2004-07-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T00:41:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm..</title><content type='html'>Hrm.. today is.. a so-so day i guess.. had my ups and downs.. nite seems to always turn out a bad time for me.. anyway gonna sleep soon.. nite.. seems tt my blog entry's getting shorter and shorter by days.. haha cant help it.. i am losing energy in a rapid pace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108921851855456448?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108921851855456448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108921851855456448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108921851855456448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108921851855456448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/hrm.html' title='Hrm..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108912704841584620</id><published>2004-07-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:17:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06/07/2004</title><content type='html'>Hey.. been quite some time since i last blogged.. a day i'd nvr forget.. today is.. had oral.. it sux.. i got so nervous.. nvr happened b4.. sigh.. what can i do.. let's just pray.. anyway had lots of hw today.. feeling tt my lack of sleep is getting the better of me.. so beta do it quick and sleep.. i'm so lethargic.. guess today's quite okay besides the oral.. some gd news here.. some bad news there.. some sad news here and there.. mixed.. well shant blog too long got a chem hw to catch ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108912704841584620?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108912704841584620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108912704841584620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108912704841584620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108912704841584620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/06072004.html' title='06/07/2004'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108896518497498515</id><published>2004-07-05T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T02:19:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day! And the finals of euro hehe</title><content type='html'>Hrm.. today's already the 5th of July so let's reminisce back to yday=) hrm it was a normal day stayed at home the whole day blah it was so boringgggg.. just played games and chatted etc.. Hrm.. well at least sth happened which brought down the huge block in my heart haha.. At least i have a direction to work to next and for tt i am consoled=).. Mayb things just have to take a step at a time cant rush haha.. Let nature take its course as all the old hermits say=P.. Fine.. Gonna watch euro next.. haha hope greece will win=P then i will win 1 meal from tyj and nuggets from calvin weee.. GREECE JIA YOU!!!!!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108896518497498515?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108896518497498515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108896518497498515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108896518497498515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108896518497498515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/youth-day-and-finals-of-euro-hehe.html' title='Youth Day! And the finals of euro hehe'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108886194686140645</id><published>2004-07-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T21:39:06.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03/07/2004</title><content type='html'>Had listening today.. was pretty easy.. after tt went to play soccer with my roommate's frens.. twisted my ankle along the process.. and nite settles down and here i am now.. writing yet another page of my blog.. guess i'll stop here.. not in the mood to blog now.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108886194686140645?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108886194686140645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108886194686140645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108886194686140645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108886194686140645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/03072004.html' title='03/07/2004'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108877532284299970</id><published>2004-07-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T21:35:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmm.. End of first week</title><content type='html'>It's the end of first week of school and i'm already dead beat.. haiz.. and tml i got listening.. Got a very bad bout of sore eye just now guess sth got stuck in my eye.. and it made my whole eye red .. COMPLETELY.. red.. hrmm.. anyway ym oso become my mei le haha.. unexpected hor:P.. guess i'll stop here 4 today.. gotta sleep early for listening tml.. later my ear bu ling hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108877532284299970?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108877532284299970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108877532284299970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108877532284299970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108877532284299970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/hrmm-end-of-first-week.html' title='Hrmm.. End of first week'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108869881290045987</id><published>2004-07-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:20:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.. bad day</title><content type='html'>Bah.. today's a big bad day.. Really got pissed off by the end of the day.. Just too many bad things happen at once and i really duno how to face them.. Mayb i'm a coward.. i tried.. but i just didnt have the courage to really go and face it.. Anyway things got better towards the end.. Got myself another mei.. haha this time it's ym.. let's stop here today.. gonna sleep or i'll end up waking up at 6 40 am again.. bah.. nitez.. pp.. though u're probably not here now=]..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108869881290045987?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108869881290045987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108869881290045987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108869881290045987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108869881290045987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/07/ugh-bad-day.html' title='Ugh.. bad day'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108860700180221325</id><published>2004-06-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:50:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.. Such a bloody lethargic day</title><content type='html'>Today's the 30th.. Oral and listening compre for o lvl's coming soon.. Shucks.. And today.. for no reason i feel so god damn tired.. N the stupid barber.. Man.. she cut my hair till so short.. and it wasnt even visible when cutting coz cant really c.. haiz.. such a stupid day.. Sigh.. I have nth more to say.. ciao.. i want to live in a paralled world-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108860700180221325?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108860700180221325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108860700180221325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108860700180221325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108860700180221325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/bah-such-bloody-lethargic-day.html' title='Bah.. Such a bloody lethargic day'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108842993011025139</id><published>2004-06-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:38:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday..</title><content type='html'>Today's my bday.. Well it started up real bad.. Just got to noe tt chinese o lvl oral is next week.. Sux.. to think i can relax.. and then mdm sab changed my seat to window seat in front cant sleep no more..shucks.. haiz.. but then it was still ok.. haha.. got pp give me present.. To all those pp.. thanks a lot.. I really thank u from the bottom of my heart=P.. U all brightened up my day haha.. So even with all those bad things and the pile of stupid hw.. i still feel quite happy.. Can say happiest in days and months to come.. haha saw a comic today.. There got write one sentence asking, "Why does god create humans with eyes at the front?" And the ans is because he wants us to look ahead and not brood over sad past or anything.. i feel tt it's quite true haha..Everyone has a past.. but what's more important is to always look ahead.. how true..Ugh shan't blog too much i still got lots of hw to do.. ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108842993011025139?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108842993011025139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108842993011025139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108842993011025139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108842993011025139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/bday.html' title='Bday..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108800101351017064</id><published>2004-06-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:30:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days of PS2 left and many days of com with school..</title><content type='html'>Aiyo.. left 3 days.. no fun le.. school re-open die liao.. so many hw not done heck care le.. hrm.. just got to noe my cousin's getting married.. so nice.. congrats to him.. been very close with my family for years since i small tt time like my 'big bro' le.. then after his mom pass away my mom oso treat him like a son le he oso treat my mom like mom le.. but then on september.. omg I CANT GO.. sianz.. i want the ice cream!!=P.. got heart shape de.. these few days so monotonous nth happen.. neways mom 'niao' le.. gtg le.. stop blog here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108800101351017064?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108800101351017064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108800101351017064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108800101351017064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108800101351017064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/3-more-days-of-ps2-left-and-many-days.html' title='3 more days of PS2 left and many days of com with school..'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108782844971048544</id><published>2004-06-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:34:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to pp who say i nvr update=P</title><content type='html'>Another few days have passed.. Well at least this weekend i managed to go out despite my dad having broken leg and cant walk.. Pui and it doesnt end up well.. My mum went and took me to some shopping centre with LOTS of clothes' shop.. Omg.. i like became a manequinn liao liddat.. try this try tt and there was this one store whose seller was so DESPO and so ENTHU.. They go and ask my mom let me try this try tt so fan.. Haiz.. My mom is so what.. she see my eyes red a bit dont let me play ps2 liao say my degree oso add liao now is 400 le.. i oso a bit scared le haha.. then force me wear contacts again..kaoz.. so sian.. And then the stupid hol hws are such buggers.. Take up so much of my time especially maths stupid polytoad give so ma fan hw.. Ugh.. My mum nagging le.. shant blog too long.. anyway some sort looking forward to school haha.. well.. gtg le so have a nice day my blog visitors.. Erm this entry not bad rite? not sad hor? haha.. Ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108782844971048544?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108782844971048544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108782844971048544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108782844971048544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108782844971048544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/response-to-pp-who-say-i-nvr-updatep.html' title='Response to pp who say i nvr update=P'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108757110870759966</id><published>2004-06-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T23:05:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week countdown to return!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Time really flies.. Now i only have 1 week left to the opening of school.. Can say i'm having mixed feelings.. Could say both happy and sad haha.. Hmm.. looks like this bday of mine will be the most erm.. how to say.. best? lolz.. duno.. can't wait to see.. anyway.. gtg le.. blog stops here buaiz.. haha.. neways.. guys.. can tell me on tag who finish hw le coz i m having diffs with it.. so stupid.. maths is so troublesome..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108757110870759966?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108757110870759966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108757110870759966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108757110870759966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108757110870759966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/1-week-countdown-to-return.html' title='1 week countdown to return!'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108704997300483937</id><published>2004-06-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:19:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh.. 2nd day in Indo</title><content type='html'>Hiz.. lolz.. 2nd day in Indo now.. Days are still dragging past as usual sad to say.. Anyway can't type too much.. My mom will kill me if she finds out i'm using the com.. Lolz.. used it secretly.. She's in hospital with my dad.. Geez my dad's broken leg still hasn't recovered after 7 months.. Long time.. Anyway till here.. byez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108704997300483937?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108704997300483937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108704997300483937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108704997300483937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108704997300483937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/eh-2nd-day-in-indo.html' title='Eh.. 2nd day in Indo'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108684287854986333</id><published>2004-06-10T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:47:58.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home=]</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Going to airport soon so shall not talk much.. Bye guys.. Not tt anyone will notice i am gone though lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108684287854986333?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108684287854986333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108684287854986333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108684287854986333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108684287854986333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home=]'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108679208604660798</id><published>2004-06-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:41:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm.. Bad day</title><content type='html'>Phew.. Finally done with Geography HW.. Blimey.. It was a disaster.. Took me a few hours to finish it. The worst thing is I dont have any words or powerpoint to do it with.. Had to do it on notepad.. Gay thing about reformatting.. Anyway, today's a bad day. I woke up at 1+(omg) and woke up with a really bad flu. Heh, I used 3 rolls of tissue today(guess my guardian's surprised at how much tissue I have used). And there were also other things which worsen the already bad day which i shall not mention. Bad memories arent worth brooding after.. Hehe, tml I am going back to Indo and YAY PS2 TIME.. hehe.. and some pp said tt was showing off geez.. I simply dont understand some pp and why they hate me so much.. Guess i'll write till here today.. Mayb wont blog too much when I'm in Indo.. My mum wouldnt let me use it.. Haha ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108679208604660798?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108679208604660798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108679208604660798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108679208604660798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108679208604660798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/erm-bad-day.html' title='Erm.. Bad day'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243464.post-108669514699124058</id><published>2004-06-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:45:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>Hey.. As this is my first entry, so everything's still very plain =].. I'll try to improve in time.. Anyways, today's a boring day.. English talk.. Bah.. Slept through the whole thing if one word could describe it, 'dull' would be it.. After the talk, I went to watch HP for 2nd time with LT and company.. Heh, successfully persuaded LT to watch on the same day with YM the previous day or i'd have to watch thrice=S.. Well.. I guess it was OK even though the plot was very distorted.. Stupid HM made us stay to watch the dumb credits&gt;.&lt; Went home after that and did the usual things.. I feel so not myself today duno why just feel weird.. Anyway, today YM will be leaving for gold coast.. So nice.. I'm so jealous anyway gd journey YM=].. I guess tt's all for today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243464-108669514699124058?l=minicpu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/feeds/108669514699124058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243464&amp;postID=108669514699124058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108669514699124058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243464/posts/default/108669514699124058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minicpu.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03281334556000722326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
