<?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-6602700</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:06:29.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhiway</title><subtitle type='html'>nised</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-8039510542329665731</id><published>2007-12-08T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:45:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the tenacious nature of Men astounds me, pretty much, at least. Even the trivial... it's compellingly intriguing why we cling on to even things we do not need, yet forsake those paramount to us. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this has taken me sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zhiway.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://zhiway.livejournal.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who really bothers about the life of this fantasy-maniac-whose-nothing-but-constantly-stuck-in-an-identity-crisis-anyway. Maybe i'll come back occasionally, but i suggest get this link of your browser and never come back again. History and so be it. Onward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i suggest you read my previous chinese post in my LJ. the words can destoy those pupils&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-8039510542329665731?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8039510542329665731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8039510542329665731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8039510542329665731' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-5684005765101837146</id><published>2007-12-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:34:08.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;亲爱的公公：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你从我很小，很小的时候一直把我看到大。你那温暖，开朗的笑容还深深地留在我的脑海里。您在我心慕中永远会是那健康，威风的公公。 &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天，我不禁一直想着我看到您的最后一幕；您的脸色一片仓白，手臂非常软弱，嘴吧还开着。当时真的被您的勇气感动；您到最后的一秒还强烈地争扎着，那么努力地争取那最后一口气。真舍不得你啊，我亲爱的公公！但是，眼看着你充满了血包的手，瘦得像木棒似的脚，和想到你许多我们双眼看不到的病菌，心里真的很内疚。难道我们真的做错了，不应该硬硬要您坚持下去，不应该逼您忍受痛苦。也许，当时应该听您的，送您回家，让您走。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公公啊，从没和您说过，但我一向都有些害怕您。每次只敢从远处看着您，就算有话跟您说，也硬硬含在心里。您的性格就是那么冷酷，严肃。每当我问妈妈有关于您的事，她就会说，我就象她小时候一样，从不敢问您问题，害怕万一说您不喜欢听的话就会惹您生气。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，虽然您外表冷冰冰的，您的心是那么善良，温暖。是您表现给我们，动作的确比说话重要。您对我们的每一份动作都充满了爱；不论是叫我们喝奶，吃东西，或给我们钱，告诉我们一定要买东西来吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得吗，公公，小学时，您每天都会到学校接我回你家。虽然我的课一点半才结束，您一点就会在食堂一边读报纸，一边等我了！我当时还嫌您一直来，使到我不能和朋友吃午餐。现在想起来，才发现我真的很幸运，有一个那么关心我的公公。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;您对我无微不至的关怀我牢记在心中。每次到您家您就会吩咐我们把皮包交给你， 然后您就会放钱在里面。你总是害怕我们不够钱用，吃不饱，但您对自己却很节省。您老是为别人着想，不顾自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叔叔阿姨们都告诉我们孩子，您以前多么辛苦地把他们养大。您早出晚归，他们看到您的机会一个星期也有几次而已。您每天工作有时还超过十二个小时，我真是想像不到您当时有多累。公公，你常说，人老了真没用，但我完全同意智麟哥哥说的；如果每有你们老人的功劳，我们这一辈那里能有今天的成就？很遗憾，作为您的孙女，没机会回报您多年来献给我的所有。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公公，我一定会记得您走前对我说的每一句话，我们自间的每一个经验。在您今年的生日，在我们为您唱生日歌时，您那非常伤心的表情我一直忘不了。看着您的表情，我当时真的唱不出您的生日歌，害怕一开口，泪水就会流出。难道，你那时就已知道，那会是我们为您庆祝生日的最后一次。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告别了，我亲爱的公公。谢谢您多年来给我的无限爱乙关心，您在我们心中永远会是那最好的爸爸，公公。用人知道您走了也哭泪，证明您对其他人也一样好。我一定会努力，不辜负您对我的期望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果真的有下辈子的话，也真希望能够再当您的孙女。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远怀念您的孙女，&lt;br /&gt;芝玮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-5684005765101837146?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5684005765101837146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5684005765101837146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5684005765101837146' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-5413092926868588319</id><published>2007-11-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:43:13.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HARANGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been allowing many of my thoughts to wander much this holiday; swivelling myself into the world of what ifs and whatnots, dreaming passionately about a predetermined time span, the later play of a puppet show perhaps, or to round it up- the future. &lt;strong&gt;Premonitory!&lt;/strong&gt; Some may exclaim to a being like my kind, constantly grounded in expectancy, rooted in audaciousness. Maybe there’s really hardly anything to dream about for this doomed anthropoid (doomed enough to render myself a non-being), left shattered in abject folly. Ha, but she &lt;em&gt;perseveres&lt;/em&gt; (AUDACIOUS INDEED) through the musty, impervious (seemingly) membrane in a humble (irony! But I promise sincerity) ploy for her little share of ebullience- assuming she is deserving of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d spare her for her felony, then you are born of pure sympathetic blood. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is happening to the world now, this very minute, this exact moment. Nations worldwide are merging, borders are gradually fading. Competition is intensifying, uncertainty pervading.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, the earth is shrinking, it’s shrinking! The periphery surrounding United States and Singapore has shrunk from half a year to one day, and the same goes for any other two random &lt;em&gt;nations&lt;/em&gt; you pick on this planet. The real diameter of earth is not 7926.41 miles but 30 hours. After all, the true meaning in distance itself is it’s representation of the time span taken to overcome that distance, (like how distance is proportionate to time taken to travel through it). When the time needed to counter the distance decreases, then distance automatically does (who cares about its numerical value), does it not? For instance, to the wealthy with chaperones at their beck and call, Orchard Road is very near because it takes only 10 minutes by car. However to the peasant who coincidentally lives in the same area as the wealthy, Orchard road is not so near because he does not have enough money to take a bus, and takes 40 minutes to walk there. Who here then, bothers that Orchard Road is XXX kilometres away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the world too, though getting smaller, is getting increasingly convoluted. Perhaps it is the compactness in its size that leaves less room for the quagmire of decrepit and waste to be shunned off (where to, I do not know for sure. Mars maybe?). What can happen now? The waste is then stuck permanently in the very core of the planet gravity has sucked us on, serially annulling it, as it mixes with the beauty and purity God once created it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLOBALISATION, have you not guessed what I was trying to get at. So, which shall it be; friend of foe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not discussing this term here just because it has become the zeitgeist of our century, nor because it is the dominating word on every newsstand or bookshelf (statistics have shown that the number of books and articles with the word ‘global’ on it have increased from 13 between 1980 and 1984, to 600 in 1996, and still increasing). It is because I am genuinely concerned about this matter, more for its cons than pros, and perhaps caught in the deception that expressing my concern can alleviate the disappointment I feel with myself from worrying, yet not being able to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up an object from say, IKEA and read its label. It says ‘Made in Philippines’. In he past, there would have been no doubt this claim. The global division of labour was so clearly classified back then into namely, the production of manufactured goods from industrialized countries and the provision of raw materials from non-industrialised countries. However at present, this simple flow has been meticulously thwarted. With the geographical relocation of industries and fragmentation of production processes, this flow has morphed into a highly complex kaleidoscopic structure. From here, we can infer that rapid developments in transport, communications that have taken place in the production process. This may seem highly beneficial on the surface, but wait a minute, technology comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The labyrinth of trade routes have grown increasingly susceptible to &lt;em&gt;manipulation.&lt;/em&gt; Crafty smugglers have remained prevalent, often snitching on the escalating tax rates imposed by each country, camouflaging drugs or the like alongside imports/exports. The complicated production process has created many a loophole, only to be filled in by even vicious intentions. Aside the smugglers, comes the bad guys (so many types of bad guys that a generalisation will be most appropriate). The bad guys that placed mercury in canned products poisoning thousands of innocents, that added diethylene glycol in our toothpastes (a deadly chemical that kills, google this for more details), rodent poisons in cat or dog food that took the lives of those adorable endearings. What can be worse than death? These dangers have crusaded to an ultimatum. What matters now is the magnitude of these dangers, which I definitely cannot guarantee for &lt;em&gt;the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the global financial system, imperative or even mutually exclusive with the global division of labour. 24 hour transactions (imagine a million machines rigorously recording and displaying figures, another million beings stampeded on by accounts right this moment as I am busy inserting more letters onto my notebook whilst enjoying the night breeze and feasting on B&amp;amp;J’s Dublin mudslide &lt;em&gt;HEAVENLY STUFF&lt;/em&gt; ) taking place in global transaction centres have been labelled as sources vulnerable to contagion; attested to by the financial crises of the East Asia and emerging market economies in the late 1990s, and perhaps greedy embezzlers; profit-minded nature of us humans. Look, we can’t even trust America now for accurate calculations of things like GDP, forget about the other minor transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is only the start. Do not forget; the problems of industrialized countries pale into insignificance compared with those of the poorest countries, or otherwise known as Third World countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not ranting on poverty just to proclaim the devotion of my pledge as a member of ONEsingapore (&lt;a href="http://www.onesingapore.org/"&gt;http://www.onesingapore.org/&lt;/a&gt;). I’d like to remind myself, and the sympathetic soul out there who is reading this(refer to beginning of post), that we are one force. We are all human beings, and as much as we may disdain, we have to learn to co-exist with one another. Friedman has duly impressed me with his philosophy on &lt;em&gt;neighbourhood effects&lt;/em&gt; (aka externalities for econs students) and it is pretty enthralling and even intimidating thinking of it. For instance, the level of your education affects another (I bet you didn’t think so) because by exalting yourself to a higher level of knowledge, you are inevitably contributing to society’s well being as a whole. And your contribution to society affects &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, because it is a contribution to the surroundings confronting me. The more well educated society is, the better the environment for me to survive in. Get the gist? The list goes on; better educated society, more creative inventions which precedes better life for mankind, blahblah.. There is this intricate inexplicable connection linking &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; human being and his actions which so many of us are oblivious to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, we ARE one force. While the ownership of Lamborghinis and Rolls Royces ascends over here, things aren’t looking nearly as good over&lt;em&gt; there&lt;/em&gt;. Kofi Annan says &lt;em&gt;Almost half the world's population lives on less than two dollars a day, yet even this statistic fails to capture the humiliation, powerlessness and brutal hardship that is the daily lot of the world's poor.&lt;/em&gt; Believe it, a child dies from extreme poverty every 3 seconds. THREE SECONDS that means hundreds of children have perished since I started typing this nonsensical piece. If this rich-poor disparity goes on, trust me, Mother Earth will really fall into shambles. And I don’t really like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are wretched, I once told a friend. We are astonishingly imperfect; our hunger for affluence is never satiated, yet we do not realise the thirst in us that has parched our oesophaguses. The thirst for &lt;em&gt;righteousness.&lt;/em&gt; Where has humanity gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I digressed a horrible lot, maybe that’s why my GP essay grades are so abysmal. But back to the main point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dream that in the hustle and bustle of this shrinking planet, I’d be able to marry an ugly, hot, romantic poet (does one even exist?) and we’d migrate to a place filled with butterfliesrainbowschocolatefountains. We will sigh at this shackled world whilst writing poems or the like, reading, playing the violin and drinking hunny. Oh, and eating B&amp;amp;Js.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to reality I better stop dreaming. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-5413092926868588319?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5413092926868588319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5413092926868588319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5413092926868588319' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-913125806857194970</id><published>2007-10-03T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:26:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passing narrow walkways, whose atmosphere was filled with the aroma of 'dou-sa-bing' and humidity contributed by the sizzling hot taiwanese sausages barbecued in power charged receptacles, I finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Place of the Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the rejuvenating derivation of the modern day dame, the metrosexual business man, the pubescent, curious little one that altogether coalesces into a tapestry of vibrancy, vigor and vitality; the intimate, unwritten nostalgia, though faded through time, still stirs. It is mild, sweet, and mellow; it lovingly cuddles your mood. The tranquility it exudes seemed to act as a firmly built domicile of the generations that have lived in its very territory; their tears, their suffering, their fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This street was not merely Pagoda Street. It was the home of the opium-smoking coolies, the lavish tailor, the thrifty Samsui Woman, the devoted Hawker; the common ground in which its residents drew fresh water from the wells by Bullock Carts. It was indeed, The Sir Stamford Raffles Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop houses, with its protuberant windows interspersed with minute spaces, once dominated by the Parakeet fortune teller, Clog Makers, Letter Writers and even the Street Barbers; have been replaced by the Changing Times. I plod on, reveling in the epiphany, imagining myself walking on a five-foot way, subconsciously eavesdropping on the gossiping housewives and listening to the hearty cries of playing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon following the bend that leads to Eu Tong Sen Street, the scene immediately transforms. It is no longer surrounded by warmth and surreality, but violence, unrest and turmoil. Grenades flit across, descending to the ground with fulminated dissonances. A pandemonium takes place-men in dirty green canvas suits, while riding on tankers, fire incessant shots with their ammunitions, sending civilians running helter skelter in an attempt to escape their tragic fate. A lady in a sarong carries a crying baby close to her chest and scurries away barefooted. However she has reached an impasse; shelter was nowhere to be seen. The bullet hits the back of her neck as she falls to the ground- her hands still firmly embracing her child. A half-naked drunk coolie walks out to the street with a can of beer in his hand, yodelling to the tune of the China National Anthem. The tank gives no mercy; it accelerates &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; him. The can of beer flies from his grasp, blood oozes from his forehead; he lay motionless on the ground with a smile, as if still drunk in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the convulsion, the Japanese Flag stands strong. It brazenly oscillates; confidently, proudly, mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, the dark history seemed to come alive once again, instilling profound retrospect of a place that spelled the fate of so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Temple Street, the soundtrack of a Beijing Opera blasts from a roadside hawker. It paints the picture of a stage, with a panelled platform and roof supported by wooden sticks, draped by colourful fabric whose seams are long enough to touch the ground. A huge crowd gathers, watching the performance attentively. The Chinese, though constrained by their poor living conditions, still strived to maintain the culture left behind by their predecessors, and the &lt;em&gt;wayang&lt;/em&gt; was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with content and satisfaction, taking with me a piece of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niu Che Shui&lt;/em&gt;- or Chinatown, as commonly known today, is not just a labyrinthine of concrete floors, nor an epitome of mere traditions and cultures. It holds a priceless position, one that can be never taken away; one that will never vanish with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is, and will always be, an indispensable part of The Singapore History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-913125806857194970?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/913125806857194970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/913125806857194970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#913125806857194970' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-8837320253741949244</id><published>2007-09-29T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:59:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for the past 7200 minutes, i have been incessantly languishing in matyrdom, terribly lacerated by the harrowing, oppressing struggle i have been so vexatiously confronted with. upon it's consummation, what prevails can only be, if i am blessed- utter despondence. it was there, is going to be there, and will always be there. exams were never my thing; in the Fate hall, upheavals of shrieks, squeals of 'i missed half mark to A!', or worse, 'i missed half mark to get 100', leaves me inexorably clamshelling in the furthest corner either silently embracing my pass, or gradually fading away in the abyss of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's still Biology on Monday. Sigh, so much for dreaming, of dreaming of something above a U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only i could be like everyone else- the nominal is sufficient, 10 times more than sufficient in fact. just not in the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-8837320253741949244?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8837320253741949244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8837320253741949244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8837320253741949244' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-8070473681132911302</id><published>2007-08-10T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:05:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2 hours of pooh therapy does do you some good after all, who bothers about the externalities and incurred costs and whatnots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just daydreaming earlier on, and i had new inspirations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in future, if i get married, and if i have kids after marriage, i am going to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) buy him/her a pooh suit like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtsU0pGkTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-C4XC6GbBAA/s1600-h/pooh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096786508284072242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtsU0pGkTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-C4XC6GbBAA/s320/pooh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) teach him/her music with a pooh keyboard like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtsU0pGkUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QlA1NHT7fXQ/s1600-h/poohtoy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096786508284072258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtsU0pGkUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QlA1NHT7fXQ/s320/poohtoy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) teach him/her to drink from a pooh cup like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttAUpGkVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Xl1SrnVpmG0/s1600-h/poohcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096787255608381778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttAUpGkVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Xl1SrnVpmG0/s320/poohcup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) teach him/her how to fly a kite with a pooh kite like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttAkpGkWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N5zHzJnJI34/s1600-h/poohkite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096787259903349090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttAkpGkWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N5zHzJnJI34/s320/poohkite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) cuddle him/her to sleep while listening to a pooh musical box like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttA0pGkXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Me95tSLa4G0/s1600-h/winnie_pooh_see_saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096787264198316402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrttA0pGkXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Me95tSLa4G0/s320/winnie_pooh_see_saw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) buy him/her pooh clothing hooks like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxjUpGkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNbIRafdycw/s1600-h/poohhooks.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096792254950314386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxjUpGkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNbIRafdycw/s320/poohhooks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) buy him/her pooh bedroom slippers like these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkEpGkaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rtF17dbDPro/s1600-h/poohslippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096792267835216290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkEpGkaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rtF17dbDPro/s320/poohslippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) buy him/her pooh pampers like these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkEpGkbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3SH8r-jS0lk/s1600-h/poohpampers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096792267835216306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="365" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkEpGkbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3SH8r-jS0lk/s320/poohpampers.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) buy him/her pooh socks like these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkUpGkcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ltDBiM9eYUo/s1600-h/poohsocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096792272130183618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtxkUpGkcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ltDBiM9eYUo/s320/poohsocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) teach him/he to play chess with a pooh chess set like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rrtt2kpGkYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/H0XJVV8cwXc/s1600-h/poohchess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096788187616285058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rrtt2kpGkYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/H0XJVV8cwXc/s320/poohchess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) and if its a her, i'm going to buy her a pooh barbiedoll like this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rrx-YkpGkeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uyS34SNA9zA/s1600-h/poohbarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097087838894592482" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px" height="357" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rrx-YkpGkeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uyS34SNA9zA/s320/poohbarbie.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright i shall stop. oh last one the most important one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll have a pooh convention on his/her first birthday like this one (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtzCUpGkdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QeoodOymx0A/s1600-h/poohconvention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096793887037886930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtzCUpGkdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QeoodOymx0A/s320/poohconvention.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay! i can't wait. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-8070473681132911302?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8070473681132911302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8070473681132911302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8070473681132911302' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RrtsU0pGkTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-C4XC6GbBAA/s72-c/pooh4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-5357421024975054797</id><published>2007-08-06T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:22:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Tribute to MGS, a school that will always remain close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my secondary school's graduation ceremony last Wednesday, 25th of July. Upon stepping into the library (our reporting venue) in the morning, I was unanimously greeted by a rave of fanfare hullabaloos and delirious chatters; not directed at me though, but rather an attempt to relive the joys of engulfing one in the mgs school spirit, or perhaps, simply seizing the once in a lifetime opportunity of being able to make as much noise as they wanted in the library without mrs tan(aka sourfishface) coming after them with a feather duster. Though that setting was a familiar cry that seemed to echo from a much bitterly distanced locale, it didn’t cause me to winch. Maybe, I thought, sometimes, old things just don’t go away, and the conditionings that couples as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped into the ME LAU hall, I inexorably recollected, how I was once up there on stage, viewing the streams of multi coloured entities of all shapes and sizes, strutting elegantly with hints of nostalgic amusement pinpointing the young ones seated round; ha! I used to be one of them!. It wasn’t hard imagining myself amidst those entities one day, but somehow that is the way situations work; you can imagine all you like of yourself in your desired situation, however when time finally rivets you onto it, it just doesn’t seem as real as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder day’s hymns never change; the speaker was yet another ACS alumnus. As I walked into the bamboo courtyard for the reception, it suddenly dawned on me that it would be the last time I’d ever walk into it as an mgs girl. What futuristic role, if existent, might I be playing the next time I walked into there? A stranger? An mgs teacher? A mother with a daughter in mgs? A cleaner? A speaker of one of those Sophia Blackmore lectures? I didn’t know, and probably wouldn’t in the conceivably blissful forthcoming days, as yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the steps leading to the field, I was somehow transported to 4 years ago. I remembered Orientation; how we had to dip our faces into corn flour and play pass-the-polo-ring, how all of us kept covering our palms with flour and chasing after each other, squealing at our self-thought commendable achievement of being able to temporary imprint the flour onto our friend’s faces. 3 good years after that, 5cm taller, a half tone darker and perhaps a little less unruly, I was playing the same game at the very exact location as well. But this time, it was on ‘longest day’, the last official day of my stay in MGS before the O level examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 12 going on 13, I recall, Terrible thirteen, as some may remember. No point combing the depths of a desolate memory that galvanizes none but inklings of remorse and forlorn. But they remember, as much as you hope to forget; they condemn, as much as you yearn for salvation. 2003 indeed; they all thought they sent me to the wrong school, and they blamed themselves for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entailing 3 years however, spoke of stories of sanguine. As precipitous as circumstances then were, setbacks weren’t nearly as dejecting. All thanks to a wonderful and gracious Guide.&lt;br /&gt;I remember MEP room 2, the rabbit-hole music students always found themselves comfortably ensconced in. The teachings of the once jet-black haired, outlandish hairstyled lady lives on in there, even till today. The red carpet fades day by day, the lemon air freshener smell pervades in the atmosphere, and the air con’s hushing sounds never decrescendos. The home of mgse, the holding room for every major performance I participated in. The room of one of the most memorable times in the course of my stay in mgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the auditorium, the inevitable thereafter location after MEP room 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the having to perform the song writing competition for racial harmony up there in sec 1, singing, mind you, dressed a terribly oversized malay costume. The Chinese music band competition in sec 2, the witty national day rap, the numerous civics and moral education sessions, the weekly chapel sessions and how I slept through almost every sermon, the movie screenings and not forgetting every of my music performances up there. I remember the mechanics in which the control room worked on, the comfy cushion seats we all liked to sleep on, the pitch darkness of the audi when all lights were off, the fun we had draping ourselves with those huge, red curtains, the narrow walkway in the backstage, the staircase behind the backstage. I also remembered, how he was there, showing his silent support amidst the raving audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to continue rambling about every inch of experience of every nook and corner in school, the list here might be just short of the combined surface area of alveoli in the lungs spread out. I believe memories truly lies in the sensitivities that marks them as anatomies of remembrances, not solely pallid blackwhite inky minuscules, so perhaps it is time to stop, to enable those epiphanies to linger on in its ironic twirl of bitterness and nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the crowd had dispersed by then, heaving bagfuls of camwhoring excitements and gelatinous residues cleaving their way through their intestines, leaving none but a crisp like atmosphere, enough to stir an indescribable peace in one. Walking through the pebbled walkway into the quadrangle of command, the sunrays seemed to be a spotlight, shining on me and tracing my path onto the emerging ascender. The wind blew, and I looked up; the school flag was as always in its exalted position, as if trying to boast of its self-contended significance, allowing it’s undulating motion to punctuate that notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I plodded along the sheltered walkway with curious yet mild pangs of solitude starting to shroud me, an enormous sluice of enlightenment that flooded my entire train of thoughts momentarily overcame me. I then dismissively chuckled the short lived historic disillusion into an invisible bin; how could I have thought that way? It was then a relieving smile found its way across my exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once an MGS girl, always an MGS girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote rang like wedding bells in my head, prevailing with an echo whose amplitude never seemed to falter but struck a chord that reverberated for eternity. After 4 good years, I fully understood it, sincerely, deeply, and from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps you aren't the best school around, nor the biggest or the richest, but you are and will be the only place that holds the memories and experiences of all aspects of myself one can ever find, a home of the real me, one which none other can replace. i thank you today, for being my roof of solace, fear, hopes, dreams, bliss and exuberance. may God bless and watch over you always, as you house the new generation of blessed progenies that will hopefully find for themselves a wonderful memory as i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-5357421024975054797?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5357421024975054797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/5357421024975054797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5357421024975054797' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-4280306311719250194</id><published>2007-07-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:05:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is indeed a virtue. I remember those times i felt confused, surprised, shocked and perhaps a little afraid. I hated to admit the way i felt; i didn't want to believe it. I didn't like to think trivial matters had to affect me, I didn't want to think they existed. No matter how much I engulfed myself in ignorance, there came a point of time that I knew that I could hide no longer. Repetition seemed to be your style of augmentation. You made surprises stepping stones to those answers i was looking for. It has not been very long, but enough to form significant mental clots in your mind. Though easily overcome by the will, without you God, that mustered strength could have never came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday God, I finally realised; I finally saw all those things as Your big plan. Those answers came crashing down at me all at once. The uncertainties, the manipulations... they finally made sense. However God, it wasn't so much those answers You have given me that I am so thankful for. Somehow deep inside, I feel You have even more to tell me, that there's even more for me to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that brought me to tears inside was how You had been been by my side all along; how you so meticulously planned out each step and carved out this wonderful pathway for me these years. It is simply amazing; I feel myself a notch closer to understanding Your plan as one of an eternal timeframe. Even though I am just one of Your many children, You took effort to plan out even such small details of my life. Yes, perhaps that matter is insignificant, but God, Your care for me on even such insignificant things really touched me deep inside. You guided and are still guiding me through even the meagers (i don't what word to use here, they are not problems, nor setbacks, just experiences), and God today I proclaim to you with all my heart my trust in You to guide me through my entire journey of this beautiful life You've planned out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-4280306311719250194?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/4280306311719250194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/4280306311719250194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4280306311719250194' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-2823813281617917999</id><published>2007-07-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:44:47.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired i don't even have strength to think. these few weeks taught me how inspirations wouldn't materialize without strength and it has been rather disappointing. too tired to elaborate. goodnight world may not blog in a while. though i really wonder how many people actually read my entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-2823813281617917999?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/2823813281617917999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/2823813281617917999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2823813281617917999' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-4707725555956771865</id><published>2007-07-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:59:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just spoke to mich on the phone and gosh i swear i've never heard such a ridiculous thing in my life! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-4707725555956771865?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/4707725555956771865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/4707725555956771865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4707725555956771865' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-456136663455756224</id><published>2007-07-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:14:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to blog tonight, but my internet's malfunctioning. hence i decided to type it down... and i am now. time: 240am, date: 29th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, updates on blocks.&lt;br /&gt;econs: no comments. i got 8th percentile for my CA as of college ranking system, so that spells my foundation&lt;br /&gt;math: i spent close to an hour on question 2i, which is a 2 mark question. it was a 3h paper&lt;br /&gt;chem: comparisons after the paper comfirmed a fail for MCQ. i hope i pass overall&lt;br /&gt;bio: uncomplete, may be worse than econs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minus the bio paper, and the extremely unecessary implications of the overly conventional and annoying paranoia of some undeserving unamed unfamed unfettered(which do NOT spell reasons btw) oddballs, today was a truly wWonderful(no typo) day. though beneath the Goodness there always lies reticence, determination, chagrined confusions, and lack of confidence, we know that Goodness ultimately retains sovereignity, because Goodness is eternal, lasting and incredibly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, how bitterly paradoxical, Goodness, the accessibility and facileness it couples with, is not so easy to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friendship! alas, the most wonderful relationship ever Created in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is mighty to save!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-456136663455756224?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/456136663455756224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/456136663455756224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#456136663455756224' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-7729108126072498683</id><published>2007-06-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:47:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i look at myself with abject resentment, scorn and disappointment. i feel i deserve more than this fulmination towering like the tallest and most formidable precipice inside me. not only have i not near fulfill my duty as a citizen, and express gratitude for the package of sugar coated benefits that came alongside that brand, i have shown ungratefulness, ignorance and have done utmost shame in my regretful oblivion of the given exaltion of this name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank You, better now than never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-7729108126072498683?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/7729108126072498683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/7729108126072498683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7729108126072498683' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-7561483181990338276</id><published>2007-06-16T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:59:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard Humour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, the seemingly natural variation of a compendium of an impetus to a new day with Good Things to come, with the luminously intimidating rays striking ever so contrarily simply on the periphery of this world of seeming complex democracy, reigned supreme. The usual continuity of the labyrinth of conjoined cement entities never failed to act as some sort of punctuation to the latter. Like the ‘ten-word-junctions’ incompetent linguists might call it, they remotely signified visual appendages of the crossroads of life, a slightly over arduous decision making process members of this earth unwittingly proceed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creases inexorably came up in auto-displays when in search of unfamiliar locations, and in this case, a stereotypically presumed, old, tattered edifice; Oxley Court.&lt;br /&gt;Up the bumpy incline and past the near annihilated sign post ‘Oxley Road’, the atmosphere gave a tantalizing chill, a mild variation of the familiar, though the insufficiencies still form a short of impregnable barrier to portray a full deviation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 34560 hour old(literally) vehicle stopped short after several semi roundabouts. Metal wings elongated out, then a natural utmost exclamation of severe shock and hint of frustration and odiousness coupled with the fresh, 5.5pH neutral sluice descending from below above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tremulous voice disarmed itself, ‘What on earth, it’s raining?!?!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, or she momentarily thought it was, struck as the extreme parody of the initial sanguine the Supreme Sunshine misled. Rain, with the dark clouds, was the clandestine belief of the holocaust advocate. However, rain, with the bright sky, was an unconceivable notion especially in scientific terms. Perhaps it was just the sky hesitating? Or perhaps an undiscovered new sign of yet another of those environmental catastrophes, Global Warming perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swift right angled turn brought her a greeting from a set of shining, pure, white teeth; the de rigueur of every Indian gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for the complexities in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-7561483181990338276?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/7561483181990338276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/7561483181990338276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7561483181990338276' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-8347288289179840755</id><published>2007-06-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:41:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always felt that successful concert was measured by the self fufilment of its players, and not so much the audience perspective, contrary to popular opinion. i think that our concert was a success, especially in this aspects:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 things i knew i was really going to miss after this concert. 1) the seniors 2) golijov! (last round only though heh)&lt;br /&gt;the j2s are an extremely rowdy bunch :P not only do they have an inexplicable obsession with LAN and bridge, each individual has their own distinctive traits that makes every one of them unique. name an adjective and you're likely to find it in at least one of them.. the spectrum extrapolates from stone-cold to emotional, soft to loud, low pitched to high pitched, mugger to slacker. etcetc. i found it especially interesting getting to know each one of them, even though 5 months have already passed, i find that there is still so much more to learn about each. getting to know people has always been a rather enjoyable task for me, and this one's no exception :)&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciated the familiairity and warmth i felt i was always with them, and their ability to maintain the respect i had for them as a senior despite being casual candid and crazy. perhaps the nostalgic feeling has not exactly settled in yet, because their lack of presence has not actually etched in(because i've still been seeing them), but i can actually imagine it.. and i know it's definitely not going to be the best feeling :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the last round the first time i sightread it with the octet and mr foo. perhaps many may say its my kind of music, and i don't disagree, but so many others(includes non musical people) spoke highly of the piece as well. this shows its really the piece, not just me haha:) i loved the articulation, excitement, surprises, intensity, graveness, sturdiness.. they all seemed to blend in so well. i'm still not sick of it! mr foo conducted the piece reallyreally well, he managed to bring out the tension and suspense in most appropriate manners, his suggested exaggerations had tremendous sounding effects. you wouldn't know how astounding they sound till you hear the recordings. and of course, also because hcse plays it sosososososososososo well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being on VCH with a string orchestra feels so much different than when being on it with a full orchestra(which in my case, happens rather frequently). it feels so much larger, spaced out, and empty..... and this nevertheless brings out nervousness. i was a little nervous throughout the concert, thankfully it wasn't excessive(though i didn't eat any bananas haha). the playing was definitely enjoyable, and i sincerely thank everyone in the orchestra for making that possible:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it maybe a short 5 months but much has happened; invaluable friendships made, over influx of extreme emotions; disappointment, worry, pure joy.. i believe i have learnt alot. in my opinion, my current batch does have alot of potential, and when i speak of potential i don't mean it just musically. i believe we will be able to keep up the good work the j2s have done and help tie the loose ends, maintain our standard and good name, and keep the wonderful strings spirit going. i hope that we may lead on our new juniors(when they come) in the same path, and together work to achieve even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely express my gratefulness to each and everyone of you for giving me this short, yet sweet, and more than pleasant experience :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-8347288289179840755?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8347288289179840755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8347288289179840755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8347288289179840755' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-452470483467966073</id><published>2007-05-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:00:07.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Inspirations VII: Last Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;featuring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chan Wei Shing, cello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foo Say Ming, conductor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hwa Chong Junior College String Ensemble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RlcHTC_6BuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QLGCuiz2cY8/s1600-h/20070529LastRound%5B39176%5D(20070529).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068527929432606434" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" height="382" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RlcHTC_6BuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QLGCuiz2cY8/s320/20070529LastRound%5B39176%5D(20070529).jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Programme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WARLOCK Capriol Suite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRIEG Two Elegaic Melodies GOLIJOV Last Round &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAYDN Cello Concerto in C (2nd &amp; 3rd movements. Chan Wei Shing, cello) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TCHAIKOVSKY Serenade in C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at $10 (free seating) (inclusive of 5% GST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:zwleo@hotmail.com"&gt;zwleo@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or 91286126 for tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-452470483467966073?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/452470483467966073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/452470483467966073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#452470483467966073' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RlcHTC_6BuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QLGCuiz2cY8/s72-c/20070529LastRound%5B39176%5D(20070529).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-1598497200576502965</id><published>2007-05-16T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:49:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the timing in which You do things always seems so perfect. those things You let me know earlier on and today seemed to have came together at the most approriate time in accordance with what You really wanted for me. whenever my confidence waivers i always take comfort in the fact that You are the only one having so much confidence in me, and i will do my best not to let You down. whatever happens Lord, i wouldn't question anymore. thank You so much for giving me answers when things may not come my way.. it may be hard sometimes but i will always trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dearest chocolate chip cookie dough thank you so much you're just about the only thing that brought me joy today =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-1598497200576502965?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1598497200576502965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1598497200576502965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1598497200576502965' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-6931351910324397245</id><published>2007-05-10T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:04:59.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally! there was various issues i wanted to blog about, but blogger had been down due to technical faults. i shan't blog about what i initially intended to anymore, the essence of those thoughts have somehow faded and i'm not very willing to rediscover them for fear of superficiality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never like doing nothing; for solely technical reasons. especially this year, which has proven as i previously anticipated, a little over hectic. whenever i am faced with having to do nothing(very unwittingly), i immerse myself in thoughts of what i would do the next time i am faced with the same indubitably undesirable situation. yes; too many ways there can be to counter it well, i plan it all out, just short of a mini yet annoyingly vital component: willpower albeit i am a very lazy person. it does take significant strength to bring yourself to perform those time well-spending feats, and not overly straightforward to muster given my extremely lackadaisical self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, especially of late, or namely yesterday and this very moment, doing nothing has almost become a necessity. 'almost' in this context refers to more of the mental mindset that necessity in reality. yes technically i don't need it, but for self fufilling reasons i absolutely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember being invited to the kids central office long ago, as one of those young priveleged adolescent kids. we sat around the round table, and the young lady in the working suit with her red blazer and golden buttons would press on the greydull looking remote control, and as magical as it seemed the screen came on; the picture of a golden retriever in the field of daisies, the sky ablaze, surroundings so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;the short clip was on a boy who found a watch in this field that could stop time. a click on the silver button and the whole world would then short stop in their actions and he'd be the only one that was free to move around and spend as much 'time' as he liked... time resumed only with an additional click of that silver buttton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could find a watch like that one day... i'd never have to feel this way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is rumbling, i am craving for milo bars. haven't had them for ages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-6931351910324397245?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/6931351910324397245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/6931351910324397245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6931351910324397245' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-2379789981791859687</id><published>2007-05-05T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:54:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love oldpatriachlookingclean-shavenheartthrobbinginamoratos &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for the good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-2379789981791859687?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/2379789981791859687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/2379789981791859687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2379789981791859687' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-8301068156564418405</id><published>2007-04-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:47:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pre syf day. ok we all promised lenard we weren't gonna mug or do anything taxing tonight. waiting for my mother by shelford road just now under the street lamp watching people carrying rice sacks contained in fairprice bags and taxi drivers driving past and buses driving slowly by and the fluorescent 7/11 lights glaring from a distance, got me trying to overwright that waiting time with a very mini version of histrionic thoughts. given the fatigue then, i guess the only thing that you had a propensity to reflect couldn't divert too significantly from the matter you were seemingly most solicitous about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a terrible day. not your i'm all fervid and susceptible to irritations and whatnot reason could substantiate that, but more of suddenly feeling overloaded with worries and being enervated from the chain of nonstop rigid events and how you'd tell yourself you you'd catch up and climb that ladder twice as fast as everyone else when things had been done with, yet you also wanted to start that very split moment, because you know if you kept counting on the issue it seems like you're using those things to evade your priorities and that there'd be no end to things you could lean back on. in no way did it help having a test you had not started studying for when you had a late rehearsal that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning seemed better, at least the prospect of the next day seemed encouraging; that sanguine feeling, so blissful... yet so insecure. get the test over and done with..you walk up those stainless steel clangy sounding ascender. nevermind,forgot those aching quadriceps. past the brown shelves and benches: its open! there're people in it! true enough, too many to be true. the morning breeze felt so good, but it can't be compared to seeing those lively beings inside, feasting on chips and wedges with constant tappings and 1000hz frequency sounds blaring in your ear. there your jacket is! lying exactly where you left it. somehow you didn't feel like leaving, not that mr alwin would bother anyway. pass me those cookies! gp seemed manageable at first. however those tight jaws of oblivion snapped at you so inevitably. art and censorship.. droopy eyed and sapped for strength, you throw your bag down grab a cushion and rest. however that peace was short lived, at least in those conditions, it had always been. more people! ah, mr vengerov! come on in, get that sweater off. perhaps 8 or 9 in the room? people i never see (other than minutes before a rehearsal). the laughter, smiles, felt so warm. the spirit was livening! too happy to help you, too happy indeed. pro jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't tired at rehearsal. only the last run through i felt myself wearing out a little.. but everything seemed pretty in place and i felt quite comforted for that. oh my pooh best friend, lemon tree! come hear us, we've improved haven't we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really touching to see all of you so passionate and enthusiastic today. despite the constant erulement in the atmosphere you all stayed in the usual hysterics which is something rather worth admiring. even mr vengerov stayed back after rehearsal to ask for help; though he still rushed like almost no one's business with 4 pairs(or was it 5?) of hands tapping steadily for him. haha, okayokay, just do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we give our best tomorrow, i hope we'll all be immersed in our own music rather than that estrangling unhonourable thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the terrible terrible incoherent writing, i wasn't so conscious since it's just a blog and there were disruptions in the middle inducing some mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everyday could be a pre syf day,&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-8301068156564418405?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8301068156564418405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/8301068156564418405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8301068156564418405' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-282847316439623395</id><published>2007-04-09T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:14:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, why I have to feel this/that way, and for so long. I wonder how it started, how it came about, and what made me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it today made me remember all the times i felt this/that way, how i would sigh and repeat that phrase again in my head, how i would give that faint half smile, how i would let the feeling settle, and continue with whatever i was doing feeling that bitterness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God always has his reasons for wanting us to feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really learn to open up and not dwell on things that really don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I will always look up to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-282847316439623395?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/282847316439623395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/282847316439623395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#282847316439623395' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-1604941025222364613</id><published>2007-03-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:00:37.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello this week has been terriblyterribly tiring! i can't wait for the week to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i feel like blogging though its 1230 and my eyelids are starting to weigh a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so happy during the concert just now! hmm for once i actually really enjoyed the playing and feeling the music etc. and i paid attention throughout the whole concert! sometimes during rehearsal i don't really feel the motivation to play well. but today was good:) i hope to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after concert i was so happy to see so many familiar faces.. my mg schoolmater/juniors/mgse juniors hc stringers/schoolmates acjc seniors/friend and acsi orch people. it feels so warm to know that you're actually playing and making music for people you know/are familiar with. it is also so happy to see friends/family coming showing your support. i can't spell how much i appreciate it! on top of taking the trouble to come down and show their appreciation they still give you tokens of encouragement after that! sigh this world is actually filled with great people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rgvr-9E7mnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U6INvwEJqxg/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047387274178435698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rgvr-9E7mnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U6INvwEJqxg/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you diyou evelyn chenfeng yanhan chia mich adeleandgang:D&lt;br /&gt;and yunting! for your box of chocolates, though they're still with alan hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired! glad most people enjoyed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;haha i hope i won't be late for sch tomorrow. goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh congrats alan! you were good:) or rather, 'imba' in hwachong lingo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-1604941025222364613?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1604941025222364613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1604941025222364613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1604941025222364613' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rgvr-9E7mnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U6INvwEJqxg/s72-c/IMG_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-1028619600247432119</id><published>2007-03-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:58:55.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yawn what a tiring week! i miss my march holiday :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new term's been rather interesting so far(minus the dreadful fact that our common and class tests are looming around the corner) with my new class and all. i guess with the 2nd intakers we actually lost out alot especially the bonding part but i think generally everyone is quite nice and over time we'll def get to know each other better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok random photos! from various events &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am typing this while waiting for the pictures to be uploaded. it is so terribly irritating the photos always take so long to be uploaded arghhhh. does xanga/livejournal etc allow you to upload photos faster? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-wqkE0PI/AAAAAAAAACs/pq3zbgmqAx4/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045156119597863154" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-wqkE0PI/AAAAAAAAACs/pq3zbgmqAx4/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-yKkE0SI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vh1QxvHav20/s320/_MG_0207.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-yqkE0TI/AAAAAAAAADM/cY1Z-i_NFXI/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045156153957601586" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-yqkE0TI/AAAAAAAAADM/cY1Z-i_NFXI/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFiqkE0dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5n5mR4JoSag/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045163575661089234" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFiqkE0dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5n5mR4JoSag/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQCIqkE0WI/AAAAAAAAADk/6epUih29qns/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQCJakE0YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/prsTAPG5-6Q/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFhqkE0aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HpRl2bkAAxA/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045163558481220002" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="223" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFhqkE0aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HpRl2bkAAxA/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFh6kE0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0vpadUUc4Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045163562776187314" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="187" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFh6kE0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0vpadUUc4Eg/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFiakE0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4lryz044rWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045163571366121922" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgQFiakE0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4lryz044rWQ/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha btw the hairband in the last picture is mine. ok i am so so so tired......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably wouldn't be blogging till like may. long ones at least nono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DREAD APRIL SPACOMMONTESTSSYFCONCERT boohoohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-1028619600247432119?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1028619600247432119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/1028619600247432119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1028619600247432119' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RgP-wqkE0PI/AAAAAAAAACs/pq3zbgmqAx4/s72-c/IMG_0691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-6619947442053109028</id><published>2007-03-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:43:26.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the last day of the new year! i only have about 2-3 boxes of new year goodies left sniff. we wouldn't be buying anymore sadly, but it's good in the sense i will be prevented from indulging in escalating towards an elephantine figurine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's new year was especially happening! hmmm for once i actually had something on everyday of the new year holiday (be it visiting or going out) and it actually felt like the new year. well i think i'm starting to appreciate the new year tradition more after feeling this unusual gaiety after getting to see my beloved relatives and elders and relishing the company of other beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the highlight of the first day was the visit to grandma's house! ( i believe many others do as well) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by late afternoon i think most of my relatives on my maternal side had arrived, and we congregated in the guest room for our usual round of gossip:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep3qfj_WmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xhdit6c5heQ/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037970705077983842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep3qfj_WmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xhdit6c5heQ/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep6f_j_WnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eftx_KXz3rQ/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037973823224240754" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep6f_j_WnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eftx_KXz3rQ/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and third aunt had a new dog :D&lt;br /&gt;and we had our usual round of steamboat.. i love my grandma's curry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the second day we went to visit a distant relative's family, up till now i still don't know how i should address them(the chinese way of addressing that is, since in english everyone's an uncle or auntie). and they had so many boxes of nice goodies lined up on the table! i should have taken a picture. so the whole time everyone was just feasting and talking and slacking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rer2dfj_WzI/AAAAAAAAACM/npkZUS6Omjs/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038110119716412210" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rer2dfj_WzI/AAAAAAAAACM/npkZUS6Omjs/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my hot hunk boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on i visited deb! i got such a shock when i saw mrs sim(MGS vice principal) right in front of me! only learnt later that she's deb's dad's ex acjc schoolmate. hah! what a small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the others were already there pretty much earlier than i was, hiding in ian's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep6gPj_WoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/X67rMcajnUM/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037973827519208066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep6gPj_WoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/X67rMcajnUM/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8afj_WqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CzczFv2785k/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975927758215842" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8afj_WqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CzczFv2785k/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;carl yan VS george bush/ian VS iZat. KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8Z_j_WpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hlwJw9fKn5M/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975919168281234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8Z_j_WpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hlwJw9fKn5M/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oli looking pitiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8avj_WrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pBOiVm7evgg/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975932053183154" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="285" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep8avj_WrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pBOiVm7evgg/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and the (not violin, not viola, but...) CELLO! do i look like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RervQ_j_WtI/AAAAAAAAABc/6UbDyjXMRmE/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038102208386652882" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RervQ_j_WtI/AAAAAAAAABc/6UbDyjXMRmE/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise the Lord! group of us singing hymns with oli and carl on the piano. josh left a while before that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rerw9_j_WuI/AAAAAAAAABk/1TkxOnd8ZYE/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038104080992393954" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="283" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rerw9_j_WuI/AAAAAAAAABk/1TkxOnd8ZYE/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amanda! aint she adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/ReryCfj_WvI/AAAAAAAAABs/E8IqNb345Ps/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038105257813433074" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/ReryCfj_WvI/AAAAAAAAABs/E8IqNb345Ps/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the group of us. samuel iZat carl josh me oli ian deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the last day i went out, then to my 2nd uncle's house. i could finally had a good chat with xian! well there were many other people there which i did not know so the only thing i liked was the noise and liveliness. all the aunties were having fun with the karaoke and there was this room filled with boys all glued to their laptops (yes, they were lanning what else). and the food was great! esp the red bean soup. i drank like 3 bowls consecutively!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/ReryCvj_WwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5l6i4iuFUcI/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038105262108400386" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="193" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/ReryCvj_WwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5l6i4iuFUcI/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RerzMfj_WxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9r9LjSEWhGo/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038106529123752722" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RerzMfj_WxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9r9LjSEWhGo/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RerzM_j_WyI/AAAAAAAAACE/udxnyA2_yWw/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038106537713687330" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/RerzM_j_WyI/AAAAAAAAACE/udxnyA2_yWw/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am looking forward to the next school holiday! (excluding tomorrow's).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school's been happening and tiring thank God for letting me pull through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like monsters what about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep6gPj_WoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/X67rMcajnUM/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-6619947442053109028?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/6619947442053109028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/6619947442053109028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6619947442053109028' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0ArDwaEHt0/Rep3qfj_WmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xhdit6c5heQ/s72-c/IMG_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116922010329200129</id><published>2007-01-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:21:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JC life is so tiring. i guess i'm too used to having a permanent classroom and seating my comfortably in one position all the time.... why didn't anyone teach me to treausre it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation was fun!! ours is the longest, like 8 days... stretched over 2 weeks. rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURBO CHARGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/468218/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/610114/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pity i didn't capture many shots during the orientation like, of the dances and the general on goings and whatnots. but supposedly there are lots on youtube. so go check it out if interested;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG 38 =) not everyone here though, the water polo guys were at training. so there's about 3 or 4 more people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/99002/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/733311/IMG_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG was short lived, but pretty memorable nonetheless. thank you all for those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of the most fun-filled moments was war games i must say, which was dirty business indeed. a pity i have no photos, but i was soaking and covered in starch mud grass dirt and it was so disgusting about a few hundred students went home to bathe after the games then came back again after. well artemis came in 2nd. neverminddddddd, we only lost by a couple of drops. congrats athena :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fastforward to.. campfire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was raining cats and dogs the whole day and they had to execute their wet weather plan, but it was just as great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway random photos. had an hour break before campfire with nothing to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tingyu --&gt; xiang1 xia4 ren2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/228987/IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/23702/IMG_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/52307/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/998879/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/205515/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/497689/IMG_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;class flag!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/821620/IMG_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/606630/IMG_0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/856032/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/830288/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big foot.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/929766/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/42536/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/712264/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/707745/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/614823/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/402922/IMG_0405.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S65 =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school's great lets hope it continues to stay that way!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'who's gonna win gonna win gonna win?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we're gonna win gonna win gonna win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sniff, i wonder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i try hard no to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/6602700-116922010329200129?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116922010329200129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116922010329200129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116922010329200129' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116817869317890931</id><published>2007-01-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:28:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/516221/london%20bridge%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/823653/london%20bridge%20%283%29.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok second post! this time its on the tour to grand canyon/las vegas. picture here is london bridge! the coach ride was REALLY long, so we had to stop by laughlinat night before getting to the canyon the next day. laughlin is the 4th biggest gambling city in US. i could already feel that gambling spirit around because the first thing i saw when i entered the hotel was slot machines, pokers table, large wheels(those you throw the ball on and it lands on a number) and some bargirl wannabe old ladies wearing mini skirts and clad in black walking around serving drinks. the smoke was killing me at the lobby so we checked in really f&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/523585/laughlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/346745/laughlin.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- laughlin! we had dinner at the hotel and it was REALLY lousy. mcdonalds pwns them big time. but there was a medium sized outlet nearby so we spent the rest of our free time there.... and then we had the earliest morning wake up call we ever had in our lives. 345am. gosh, is this tour or torture?they wanted to get there ASAP, because daylight only lasts till 4plus pm or so. on board the coach while everyone was fast asleep and snoring away, i decided to spend the time looking out into the night view. there were at least a million stars in the sky! very very very beautiful! =) when you go there, be sure to look out at night, its jawdroppingly gorgeous :D GRAND CANYON (need i say more, no adjectives can ever describe its grandeur magnificence and inexplicable be&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/514859/grand%20canyon%20(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/701921/grand%20canyon%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;auty)&lt;br /&gt;the snow more or less melted so we had to be careful whilst walking near the edge of the viewing front. take a wrong step and you'll fall miles deep into canyon and goodness knows who will rescue you. a pity we only got the see the south part of it, which means no river. i did not find any remnants of anything marine like in that vast open landscape. merely dry hard red rock, beautifully arranged in layers that combed the lofty terrain! why don't we have such resplendently awe inspiring scenery locally? even the surrouding scenery, mountains and all, pwnz bukit timah hill and mount faber by about a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/6980/grand%20canyon%20(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/850155/grand%20canyon%20%2841%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/715438/grand%20canyon%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/277276/grand%20canyon%20%281%29.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/821266/grand%20canyon%20(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/938561/grand%20canyon%20%2837%29.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/621204/grand%20canyon%20(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/72808/grand%20canyon%20%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazillion. (that's the largest value i know, anyone who knows a larger one edit for me thanks)&lt;br /&gt;so we travel one day one night to this world wonder and after spending an hour plus we scurry away and head for our next destination : Las Vegas! throw in your dices everyone&lt;br /&gt;as we all know it, Las Vegas is indeed the largest gambling city in the world. they even have slot machines OUTside the toilet, in front of the concierge's desk, everywhere in EVERY hotel. its ridiculous! i wonder how to the kids there study. and something else i found really interesting; LV had those litte chapels with simple decos by the streets. and they are no ordinary chapels. they are marriage chapels, having a 24/7 drivethrough. all you have to do is to pay US $55, and tada, you're married. though yanny says the marriage usually only lasts 55 hours. ha, oh well....but interesting nonetheless :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/227307/;as%20vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/601221/%3Bas%20vegas.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/579243/;as%20vegas%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/346834/%3Bas%20vegas%20%287%29.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hotels were reallyreally well refurbished, i can safely say most are 5 or 6 star hotels. most are not just hotels, but hotel/casino/shoppin centre. each hotel had its own special feature, for instance the blow glass lights at the rio, and many others i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really tiring night, thankfully the wake up call the next day was only at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/626838/;as%20vegas%20(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/63140/%3Bas%20vegas%20%2832%29.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/192538/;as%20vegas%20(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/175174/%3Bas%20vegas%20%2853%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was back to LA. alright end of 2nd post:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116817869317890931?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116817869317890931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116817869317890931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116817869317890931' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116809091526440977</id><published>2007-01-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:41:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IS NO ONE IN 07S65? IT SEEMS LIKE I AM THE ONLY LOST SOUL IN THAT CLASS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE IN 07S65, PLEASE TEXT ME AT 91286126 IMMEDIATELY! SO AT LEAST I KNOW I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116809091526440977?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116809091526440977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116809091526440977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116809091526440977' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116807263924867609</id><published>2007-01-06T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:37:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch i have only been on the comp for half and hours and i feel as though my eyes are going to pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch! ok nvm a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;our acad orientation's over! aww so sad we'll be with our Ct groups next week. excluding the boring subj lectures and briefings at the student welfare and development and affective education people and whatnot i think i had a very good time. with alot of laughing involved, and even now sometimes i think of those funny stuff i mysterioulsy break into peals of laughter and all i get is a peculiar stare from my mum as if spelling on her face(are you mad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL but it's mainly private jokes. so i can't tell them here hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to my other wonderful exschoolmates in other JCs i am sure you all are having a great time! the peeps here are doing well! so don't worry about us!&lt;br /&gt;ack i feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to sch on monday! hope i don't get a boring CT group ahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116807263924867609?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116807263924867609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116807263924867609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116807263924867609' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116790808095807292</id><published>2007-01-04T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:54:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey today's orientation was fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of today and yesterday were mainly acad briefings though, they are horribly boring but fortunately i have val peiwen and cheryl to entertain me and keep me awake. even if you want to sleep, your head might just fall off the chair anytime because it is plastic and so horribly un-sleep-friendly. i am not tall neither do i have a long body but when i lie on the table (those foldable tables that comes with the chairs) my forehead is already dangling in the air so that shows how squashed up the chairs are. besides, mr ang may randomly single you out and scold you for not carrying the hwachong name well.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mg's audi's comfycomfy chairs where i could lie in any direction and switch to screensaver mode 24/7 :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well i suppose the briefings are mandatory no matter how arid and how you can't keep yourself from making 10 stifles a second. like cca and stuff they really tell you what is going and how the system works and all. so oh well, and they should be over very soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoons were always fun! well we have song and dance sessions which can get pretty cheena and cheesy but it's not too bad really. games wins the best part of the day award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was ice breakers and was pretty dead shan't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;today was good! ahhh we played this game whereby we had to tie balloons to each others limbs, and when the game starts charge out like bulls to burst the other team's balloons.&lt;br /&gt;and we had one where we had to line up holding onto each other's shoulders and prevent getting tapped by the other team and getting each other's items at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;the other we had to pass water from a pail down the line. we were all given a plastic cup and we could not hold it with our limbs. that leaves our mouths, i shall not elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well OG 38 we didn't win any games today but i think you all did a great job and i am really happy to see us work more like a team :) i feel more team spirit today and i think it's really sad that we will not be in this group anymore after this week of acad orientation, but i do hope we continue to bond and i hope to get to know all of you better. kudos to all of you! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to sch tomorrow! ok maybe excluding the learning about college history part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116790808095807292?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116790808095807292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116790808095807292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116790808095807292' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116762182880358959</id><published>2007-01-01T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:05:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year to everyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;a new year has arrived once again. i vividly remember how it went last year, 2006 seemed a luminous sign of fatigue anxiety fear as i already foresaw a busy and hectic year having loads of events up my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this year's a little different, more of a new beginning, experiences, adventures, markings of a new phase of life, not as much anxiety, but perhaps sanguine and a tinge of curiousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great holiday! the highlight would be my trip to america, a 14 day trip including a day plus on the plane (its 17 hours to LA excluding transit btw) and i'd very much like to blog about it so that i can remember it well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, a reall expensive trip. we spent alot of money! to me its alot at least. food alone could cost a bomb. a normal breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, sausages, pancakes could already cost up to 7 or 8 US dollars (about 11-12 sing dollars). you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;now i am comtemplating if i should blog about the full 14 days in one post, of a few. i've read about other people's holidays on their blog and even a trip lasting a few days can make my eyes pop out. maybe i'll break it into 3 or 4 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight there was pretty good, perhaps excitement contributed to part of it.&lt;br /&gt;on board SQ028 i met this REAALLYREAAALLY cute little boy. he is so...... handsome!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/982528/plane%20to%20LA%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/961760/plane%20to%20LA%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/915036/plane%20to%20LA%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/352798/plane%20to%20LA%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks CUTER in real life btw. and he was so friendly! he kept turning back to talk to me. the picture above is him opening a sweet for me. :D :D :D i love you owen!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LAX airport was pretty disappointing i must say. well unlike changi, there are no shops (except perhaps 1 or 2 selling bottled mineral bottle at US $2 and of course the indispensable money changer). the arrival hall was really small(though my dad tells me its just the 1 of 7 arrival halls, because LAX airport has 7 terminals), and not the least well furbished.. everywhere was just dull in colour with no carpeted floors and no automatic walkways at all. the only nice thing was that the officers were pretty friendly. their security is really tight! everyone above 14 has to have their photo taken for identity purposes, fingerprint too of course.&lt;br /&gt;after exchanging for some US currency and taking some time to find the person who was supposed to pick us from the airport, off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/144666/best%20western%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/333603/best%20western%20%284%29.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US currency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA was rather disappointing; i expected a really bustling city (what i always thought of america) but insteated what confronted me was really vast, dark roads (it was 6 plus by then) with some single levelled detached houses, some eating places (mostly fastfood), dimmed street lights, trees with hardly any leaves, like some really huge town with few inhabitants. there were many cars on the road though, like ALOT. more than the number on orchard road during peak hours. all those headlights were like many pairs of eyes staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;we were jetlagged the first night, i woke up at least 3 times during my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop; universal studios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/873016/universal%20studios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/199046/universal%20studios.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't too excited about going there at first because i've already been to the one in osaka, but not too bad, it did not disappoint me. the only obstacle to a fun-filled day was the horribly cold weather ( ok maybe more my body, by then fully accustomed to s'pore's tropical humid weather) that got me shivering most of the time. temperature was a single digit degree.&lt;br /&gt;so it was the usual, ridesridesrides. ok more educational rides than thrill rides actually. we got on the studio tour that brought us to see all the stages where the hollywood stars rehearsed and all. and we saw manymany sets! for all different kinds of movies and TV shows. i saw the set for gabrielle's house(desperate housewives) and they specially built little buildings to make it seem like little europe, so in hollywood when you see a place that looks like europe, it's actually universal studios! cooooool. there was thrill rides like mummy returns and jurassic park, and you get the -your heart is going to fly out- feeling as usual, in jurassic park you plunge 8 storeys down and mummy returns has plunges backwards. the others were mainly stunt-like stuff like backdraft etc the rest i cannot remember. i didn't take back to the future, there was no time. took it in osaka though... i remember queuing an hour for it and was really disappointed to find it just a stimulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/39925/universal%20studios%20(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="294" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/532788/universal%20studios%20%2815%29.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really tired that day because of the jet lag, so it was quite good having those activities that kept my adrenaline going so i could stay awake. slept well that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok DISNEYLAND i sound naive and childish but i love disneyland! maybe you think its kiddish but i think its a wonderfulwonderful place! everything about it is so nice... the little candy shops, the adventure rides, the cool decos, the people carolling and giving out candy, the crowd even during low season, the little cottages that make you feel like you're in a fairy tale, EVERYTHING is so sos sososososo niceee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/314861/disneyland%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/689408/disneyland%20%283%29.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved every ride, indiana jones haunted mansion splash mountain star tours space mountain pirates and many more. i even liked the turkey leg that was so huge and fleshy it was filling enough to be lunch for my family of four. plus a large fries.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was pretty rushed there though. and disney was celebrating some sort of anniversary, i forgot their age but they had some fantasimque thingy at night but it was extra US $10 per person so we decided to go back and reserve the money for shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty your eyes must be popping out from all the reading so i'll just let the pictures do the talking! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/162866/disneyland%20(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/45579/disneyland%20%2810%29.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/401197/disneyland%20(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/338942/disneyland%20%2817%29.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/407038/disneyland%20(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/457927/disneyland%20%2825%29.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis on a spaceship :P&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/751400/disneyland%20(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/295864/disneyland%20%2823%29.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/1600/215412/disneyland%20(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/364/320/985788/disneyland%20%2839%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116762182880358959?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116762182880358959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116762182880358959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116762182880358959' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116750556539414070</id><published>2006-12-31T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:06:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh the flight back was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's good to be home... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116750556539414070?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116750556539414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116750556539414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116750556539414070' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116611327644303597</id><published>2006-12-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:21:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am leaving in 3 days! i am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my holiday has been GREAT! its the best one ever! about 5 times better than my primary 6 holiday. I LOVE HOLIDAYZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been really filled and busy and SLACK and i love it but unfortunately it can't go on forever. after my holiday i'll have to go back to JC and its a whole new school term and i'm gonna be busy again and all :( so to all TREASURE YOUR HOLIDAYS do meaningful stuff otherwise when term starts you'll realise you've been taking them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh posting's out today! to all who have gotten your dream instituition CONGRATS :D&lt;br /&gt;sigh it's quite sad for me, like every single one of my close and good friends except cheryl are going to either acjc or ac IB and i'm really gonna miss you all so much and i can already imagine all the fun you guys are going to have with people you are familiar with and those who share the same 'culture' as you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob, but nevermind we must keep in contact okay!&lt;br /&gt;and like go out! and have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope cheryl will me in my class next year otherwise i'd be some campus loner :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! ENJOY THE REMAINING HOLS and merry xmas in advance! i'll be spending mine 10thousand miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116611327644303597?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116611327644303597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116611327644303597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116611327644303597' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116479548248443152</id><published>2006-11-29T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:18:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought i'd like to voice some thoughts i've been harbouring lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a few past experiences kept on appearing in my mind subconsciously, and i really despise and resent the way i handled some situations and treated them; till now i still absolutely hate myself for those things i did but somehow it's just so hard to get them out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, those things are never gonna happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116479548248443152?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116479548248443152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116479548248443152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116479548248443152' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116455545980757009</id><published>2006-11-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:37:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love crystal jade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumyum yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will strive not to put on too much weight this holiday, no matter how tempting em' food may seem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beethoven 7th!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116455545980757009?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116455545980757009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116455545980757009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116455545980757009' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116402307995578840</id><published>2006-11-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:44:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MR FOO ALWAYS SO BUSY&lt;br /&gt;now i can't have violin lessons till after december 4th&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116402307995578840?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116402307995578840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116402307995578840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402307995578840' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116370249507635170</id><published>2006-11-17T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:41:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i said i'd be online till 5am but haha now i don't think i can last so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just reflecting on the year again, and guess what, i actually achieved this little goal i made a the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i can gladly say so now because i'm sure i have achieved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i was at diva just now and jon leong was inside too (uh, a guy in a jewellery/accesory shop?). i wouldn't have recognised him if asy didn't point him out.&lt;br /&gt;Mum 'so does he look as ugly as he does on tv?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying sorry on behalf of my mum to all jonleong supporters out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116370249507635170?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116370249507635170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116370249507635170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116370249507635170' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116369820836601994</id><published>2006-11-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:38:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIBERATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more exams! i feel so free, relaxed, carefree, blithe, insouciant... and ok i have run out of adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;there are many things i want to say actually. through this exam i feel i have learnt alot. not academically, but well it has made me realise and be more aware of people and their actions, more sensitive to feelings etc.&lt;br /&gt;one good example will be MGS. though i really love MGS, the prospect of leaving the school, like, for good never really occured to me in the whole course of my education there. even this year, which was horribly hectic, i did not actually feel it coming, though many friends already started remorsing at the beginning of the year. only in the second half of this year did it gradually started to etch in... and towards the end when i realised i was not going to step into school again, i just felt so sad. its like a part of me for the past 4 years has just gone past so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very memorable thing about MGS will definitely be the wonderful friendships i made. and guys, you know who you are and i really hope we will be friends forever :) MGS gave me many oppurtunities. well, performing wise at least. and gosh, i'm so going to miss our auditorium, it holds numerous unforgettable memories... i have performed under almost all different spotlight combinations on the stage, be it violin, ensemble, class items(eg those racial harmony day stuff etc), skits and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has all come to an end all too soon. awwwww emopok. ok nono, no emo no emo, no more exams, its hurray time. teehee&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i went out with michelle and asyikin today after exams. nono, we didn't go crazy shopping and movie marathon-ing ang whatever, but we did have a great time. here are some photos with my brand new IXUS canon 7 megapixel woohoohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(31).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%2831%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class after chem. chem was harder than all the past year chem O level papers!! according to my friends. and i just realised i am quite screwed for my section B cos there's this part i think i misunderstood. but NEVERMIND its over heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----------C FOR CHEM AHAH oh yeah then we went to THE FACE SHOP, like at IMM. kon sang woo! hehe, his golden hand. gosh michelle has the hand the size of a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(43).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%2843%29.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASYIKIN MAMA feeding her two babies &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(5).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%285%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(4).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%284%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%2810%29.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FAST FORWARD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha mich the snowgirl with the sharp orange noseeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" height="363" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%2814%29.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two cute plaits and 'shhhhhhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;---------- A4, who does asyikin r&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/16Nov%20(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/16Nov%20%2818%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esemble?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NERDINERDAS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but we aint gonna be them no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;emoemoeemo specs =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, an end of yet another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74 took a pretty long time to come. and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/1600/=image=000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/%3Dimage%3D000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaawwwww asy called to me ask if i lost my way. erm and all i had to do was to cross the MRT to the opp side's bus stop. how to lose my way? asy MAMA =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was rather annoyed when 74 had no air con. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i realised later on,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the night breeze is really beautiful as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good luck to those having history tomorrow. hang in there! and rachwang. CHEER UP DUDETTE AND GO SNATCH YOUR A1 FOR HISTORY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel as though i could just watch this beautiful night sky forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank God for us through this year, thank you to all who have made it such a memorable one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116369820836601994?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116369820836601994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116369820836601994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116369820836601994' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116363433780881151</id><published>2006-11-16T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:45:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 more hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like an hours before a math and i really don't feel like doing anything though i got up to do some math because i didn't do any yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but praise the Lord for bringing all of us through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to all those having papers today&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116363433780881151?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116363433780881151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116363433780881151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116363433780881151' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116315985884908214</id><published>2006-11-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:57:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feeel like mugggingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN. nevermind. i shall slack a little while more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116315985884908214?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116315985884908214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116315985884908214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116315985884908214' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116289718032198730</id><published>2006-11-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:59:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and there goes my O level humans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boohooohoooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116289718032198730?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116289718032198730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116289718032198730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116289718032198730' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116194882042391780</id><published>2006-10-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:33:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the shargimardanov family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3: 16 'For God so loved the world he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always believe in God and never lose faith.&lt;br /&gt;I give you all my best wishes and sincere condolences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you rest in peace, and may your spirit live on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116194882042391780?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116194882042391780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116194882042391780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116194882042391780' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116186625771753505</id><published>2006-10-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:37:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dolorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugubrious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to explain it all. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it won't stick dude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116186625771753505?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116186625771753505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116186625771753505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116186625771753505' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-116074765655063934</id><published>2006-10-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:54:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we've all been dreading it, we've all longed for this day never to come...&lt;br /&gt;but it still came, with pangs of reluctance, waves of melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be the person i am now if i didn't go to MG, i wouldn't have had the most wonderful experiences and opportunities if i didn't go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank all those who've made my school life so beautiful, worth remembering, filling it with joy and love and hope and faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to A4, the crapbags, the MEP class, the ensemble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to our dear MGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/364/320/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;once an MGS girl, always an MGS girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-116074765655063934?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116074765655063934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/116074765655063934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074765655063934' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-115747448892871797</id><published>2006-09-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:41:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i start? i seldom blog about events, because i really can't be bothered to and they are time consuming... but today's is exceptional. so i shall..... blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up relatively early, i don't know why. i slept at 130am but woke up at 830. on a usual day i would have slept right through till like 10! or 11 heheh. so i took my time having breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;and i wondered, so why haven't a single person asked me where we are gonna meet later? was supposed to meet mich, chia, rach, nat btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i called ms michelle, and little gladys said she was out.&lt;br /&gt;and i called ms natalie, and her mum said natalie was on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;natalie on the bus???? ooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange. and later chia called me, and she asked me out for breakfast. i was supposed to give them a lunch treat and now she wants to eat breakfast at close to 11?&lt;br /&gt;'What if we can't eat lunch later!'&lt;br /&gt;Chia,  'aiya, can one la'&lt;br /&gt;OKAY CHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to gutherie house for venezia! and it was so quiet and nice. we saw people studying.. luckily ours are over heh:D nice ice cream yummmmay.&lt;br /&gt;SO we went back to my house's busstop as mich and nat said they were gonna meet us there. i thought it was strange i mean they can just you know, go straight to town? hmm ok nevermind. then chia said 'zhiway did you bring camera?' 'oh crap! no!!'&lt;br /&gt;chia, with a cheeky smile, 'lets go back to your house to get it!'&lt;br /&gt;hello chia, my house i 1km from the bus stop. walk that with heels under this blistering hot weather? no dudette.&lt;br /&gt;but the nice me, under her persuasion....... okay. right.&lt;br /&gt;lets go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hello yunwei, could you look for my camera? tell you what, i start walking in, you start walking out of the house. so i dont have to walk so much. okay?'&lt;br /&gt;'okay'.&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes later i was already at the shophouse waiting. NO YUNWEI.&lt;br /&gt;'where are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;'er.,. reaching!'&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes, NO YUNWEI.&lt;br /&gt;calling yunwei.. no response. WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chia, 'come on zhiwei, i need the toilet, lets go to your house'&lt;br /&gt;'fine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opens the door, sitcky sweating panting. rushes up the stairs and yunwei was standing there looking silly. 'why didn't you walk out?!'&lt;br /&gt;yunwei points to my closed room door....&lt;br /&gt;i dash in... oh my.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow coloured balloons filling every corner and a nice hot pink box in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;and three very pretty young ladies fanning themselves and sitting on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;'HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHIWAY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, it was rather touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now a balloon which says 'happy birthday' hangs from my fan smiling at me. very happy indeed...&lt;br /&gt;come on guys, you guys are so-not-the-best okay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we trodded off soon, after dropping by estivos for gelare. princess michelle and her hunger pangs again..&lt;br /&gt;law abiding taximen. they didn't want to take us 4 and a half kiddies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop: FAR EAST PLAZA&lt;br /&gt;erm i spent most of my money here. so did everyone else except rach thrift wang. not bad i bought some things i needed. michelle and her shoes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second stop: CK TANG&lt;br /&gt;michelle and nat brought shades. SLIMSHADY! haha yes nat, we know your shades are UV protected ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third: PARAGON&lt;br /&gt;din tai fung! yummy fried rice with egg chia's recommendation. yummy! i liked it. it was my treat :D it was like 3pm so late lunch and we skipped dinner later. so we filled out stomachs and continued our journey! (to the whoknowswhat direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth stop: HEEREN&lt;br /&gt;ok nat got her retro hairband and bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth and final: PLAZA SING&lt;br /&gt;erm stupid 143 played us on it didn't stop at cathay it went to fort canning! and we had to plod back. with everready sneakers-on-the-run dashing ahead. determined nat as always. not so determined zhiway and rachel always :)&lt;br /&gt;cathay had to suitable slots for devil wears prada. so we went to PS and caught the 640 show. sigh chia why did you have to leave :( ahah she is such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;i liked the movie, maybe not all that great. but well it was funny, interesting, and it had its own meaning in it. it had a moral.. i guess i learnt something from it. not bad la..&lt;br /&gt;GELARE WAFFLES(no pun intended) was so nice. i want to eat them every tuesday ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rachel left first cos my mum was on the way to pick me form newton already. much and nat were still pigging out at mos burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the end of the wonderful eventful onedayearly birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;mich sent me an sms later on 'hope now birthdays mean so much more to you!:D'&lt;br /&gt;you know, with friends you all, you can bet my new violin they always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all poks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its family day later, which was why i didn't celebrate with them on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to good food and maybe another ton of calories ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios,&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who wished me, or made this sixteenth birthday special in anyway. i owe you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a hundred wishes, a thousand dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will they come true one day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't matter dude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-115747448892871797?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115747448892871797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115747448892871797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115747448892871797' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-115695346990152816</id><published>2006-08-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:57:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my prelims ended officially today. yup perhaps many of you'd me rather.. surprised but indeed MGS has a peculiar tradition of being the earliest school for this exam. don't ask me why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my worst paper was MEP, and it really........ is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i mean nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days i have been having an excessive flow of thoughts through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder, i wonder, i wonder so.&lt;br /&gt;but no, its no right time to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;goodbye was supposed to be 50 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pin sticks though my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-115695346990152816?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115695346990152816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115695346990152816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695346990152816' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-115511836832564723</id><published>2006-08-09T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:12:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these has been a constant battle in my mind these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can take it and it has been adversely affecting my alleged studying for prelims, one that i have not nearly 5% completed studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i proclaim,&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET TO MY DESTINATION&lt;br /&gt;I WILL DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me assure you, I WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-115511836832564723?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115511836832564723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115511836832564723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115511836832564723' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-115242721815276421</id><published>2006-07-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:40:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, i'm really horrible at interviews. ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-115242721815276421?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115242721815276421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115242721815276421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115242721815276421' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-115226734275215730</id><published>2006-07-07T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:37:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just some last minute publicising... the Singapore National Youth Orchestra has a concert this wed, here are the details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran Partita for Winds&lt;br /&gt;Mozart Symphony no. 25 for orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Shostakovich's 'Gadfly Suite' for orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 July, 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at $5(free seating) going at all SISTIC outlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do try to come!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I think Shostakovich is a pretty interesting work and you all should come and listen=)&lt;br /&gt;this concert will be the last for most of the good friends i've make in SYO these few years, and they have gave me really memorable times and never failed to bring laughter even on days i feel the most fatigue and at the worst of moods. Most of our better players will be gone and i really wonder how we'll sound with their absence:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-115226734275215730?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115226734275215730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/115226734275215730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115226734275215730' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-114925633992593408</id><published>2006-06-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:49:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a dream today, a literal one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, how i wish....&lt;br /&gt;it'll come true one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream a little dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-114925633992593408?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114925633992593408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114925633992593408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114925633992593408' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-114865518209619326</id><published>2006-05-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:53:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, the last day of school of the semester. as i was going into the car today, a thought just suddenly rifted in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;in no time, it'lll be the last day of my year and history in MGS. oh well, how time seems to flash by you so fast, taking no mercy for those who've failed to utilise and make the best use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time makes one so vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;yet time brings and holds the best and fondest memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really busy semester. for everyone i believe, not just myself. exams ended on monday.. and when i entered the school on tuesday i felt a relief i've never felt for a very long time. everyday i step into school i'm either worrying about a test, an assignment that was long overdue, not having enough time to carry out my necessary duties, not being able to take all that activity boring down my neck... it struck me as a sudden realisation that i almost forgot what relaxing felt like. even if i wanted to, there'd always be something at the corner of my memory bothering and hindering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days i've felt pangs of fatigue, it seemed to have accumulated over the months and more prior to the week of exams, which i was really worried for i was really unprepared. the feeling of tension i've grown accustomed to this period of time seemed to have created a certain impact on me, and now that i can momentarily let loose and sing a song, its like those side effects of adrenaline surging through me. and i find myself dog-tired every night when lie down. sigh, how ironic.. i had a horrible time getting to sleep the past few weeks and now my mind seems to emerge into yet another world once darkness fills in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all activities resume this week. i had my first today, which was violin lesson. and i found out Mr Foo was actually in London when Nathan Milstein held his last recital(when he was 82) and concert there. and he DIDN'T GO FOR IT!!! so when i asked further all he said was, 'aiya.. i was too lazy' my goodness!! and he was telling me a friend of his attended Milstein's last in which he was playing the Brahms Violin Concerto, and he fell ON STAGE while walking to the podium. yet he could still play! (hands sloped up and placed on forehead) i salute him really. although what i find most intriguing is actually what happened to his strad! apparently he took the concertmaster's violin and continued through the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha seems today's main topic is tension. but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;but not so much a holiday afterall... thanks to our wonderful teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's for you, with both hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-114865518209619326?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114865518209619326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114865518209619326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865518209619326' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-114502892006445074</id><published>2006-04-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:35:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally decided to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sec 4 is.. hectic. its not the worst, and things can really go well if you do handle it the proper way. and it can be the prime of your secondary school life if you make it out to be. sometimes things really work the way you want it to be, as they always say.. will is power..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely have to restrain myself for distraction, which in the studying context, termed 'the root of all bad results'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is something i foresee i'll undergo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's NO GOOD. and i really have start studying for mid years oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-114502892006445074?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114502892006445074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/114502892006445074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502892006445074' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-113552525608259090</id><published>2005-12-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:40:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a yearning yet confused christmas...&lt;br /&gt; but yet filled with happiness and gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly did much this holiday.. nothing on next year's prep, didn't make an extra effort to catch up with friends whom i've lost time with.&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't seem all utilised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i've yet to finish my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole family's preparing for a christmas party tomorrow, haha haven't had too many guests over at my house for a period of time.. guess this would be one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very merry christmas to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was it so normal or am i just overly paranoid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do things come at the wrong time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may i find myself an answer soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-113552525608259090?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/113552525608259090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/113552525608259090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113552525608259090' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-113006568026460794</id><published>2005-10-23T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:49:29.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is kinda stone isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;or rather it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.. blogging is not just for the sake of keeping others informed on your personal life, but a place whereby you'd voice out your own feelings, thoughts on things happening around us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eoys are over, at last. but still have chinese Os next week bugging me argh. one minute i think of it; only couple of words to be familiar with, memorise, read.. but then again, i could miss my distinction if not for that crucial few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? that means i have to study.. anyhow:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'd be able to 'craft' out a good compo, which will definitely be of much advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well eoys were.... some subjs okay, some were bad. overall, given the time spent on preparation, i think i achieved more than i deserve. but the mid years will pull me down so..&lt;br /&gt;report books on thursday. i should enjoy myself in the meantime and not think about that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another year has come and went, they say sec 3 is the highest point of your secondary school life. i guess i could agree, this year was the busiest yet the most peaceful, the year i set goals and i managed to achieve, where changes in life were made.. a time where i had to move on on certain areas, and.... ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;one of the fastest years for me, the exams were here so fast i wasn't exactly mentally prepared for it, but oh well. this shall not repeat again.. or rather, i can't afford to let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year will then again be another busy year.. or rather VERY busy year. i see activities lined up for me one by one, and adding the fact it would be the most academically packed year. its actually alot. i have to learn good time management really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goals to achieve, wishes to be fulfilled..&lt;br /&gt;some out of my reach, some within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must work hard. and cast other worries and unimportant matters aside.. though it may be too late when i start to pursue them again.. but it'll be worth the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay time for dinner! cya and there LIZ this post is dedicated to you:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-113006568026460794?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/113006568026460794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/113006568026460794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113006568026460794' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-112618908903844452</id><published>2005-09-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:47:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i haven't blogged for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i shall seize this oppurtunity and dedicate my online time to this post considering there're not too many online distractions today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually life has been going pretty much smooth sailing. had a good b'dae celebration 2 days ago, and of course the best part was getting wishes from most or almost all of my close friends--- the crapbags:) thanks guys for remembering! it was great hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;well i had a pretty important mission to 'accomplish' on that day, something quite important affecting me.. really glad it was made possible. only need to wait sometime for it to be carried out . mmhm=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming.. hang on there everyone! this exam would be rather important for me, so i'd better crack my knuckles and start burying myself in those books. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather eventful holiday it has been so far.. just not fully utilised. i shall aim to achieve such in the next few days =/ why does it always turn out this way sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought. when it comes to dealing with a matter, somehow people of the more eminent position seems to be the one having the cavalier attitude; its infuriates me. i can't comprehend how they could actually bear such irresponsibility, but i guess there's nothing i can do about it.. and just cross my arms at a corner and watch it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just remind myself not to allow the same to happen in future and hopefully influence the others and warn them against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i might not be blogging much till the end of exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-112618908903844452?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112618908903844452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112618908903844452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112618908903844452' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-112317260720479491</id><published>2005-08-05T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:23:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been ages since i'm still up and online at this hours.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to an e nglish assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the night is young..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish i could just save myself form drowning in a sea filled with false hopes and wishful thoughts. face it, some things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are just meant for that moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they don't last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-112317260720479491?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112317260720479491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112317260720479491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112317260720479491' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-112220132450565052</id><published>2005-07-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:35:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW i typed a really long post on vienna and the whole stupid thing's gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm retype another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-112220132450565052?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112220132450565052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112220132450565052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112220132450565052' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-112066158023858228</id><published>2005-07-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:47:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vienna!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see everyone back on the 16th=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alas, a sense of sheer, light happiness after 36 days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-112066158023858228?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112066158023858228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/112066158023858228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112066158023858228' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111976636719280404</id><published>2005-06-26T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:12:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow and i don't really look forward to it.. left with chinese! for hol hmwrk.. which i dont think i might decide to do. ahha! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;its been quite an eventful holiday.. sigh 25 days! i did it! but it was worthwhile..&lt;br /&gt;anyway MG's concert was last night, and i must say it was a very relaxed/casual concert. with all the little kids aorund and stuff, but well, it was a happy event. i believe, most people did leave the audi happily.. and as long as everyone is.. that's great=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july is going to be yet another hectic month, and i predict i will be 2/3 behind schoolwork coming the end. sigh, have the buck up and work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to MGSE friends and wonderful seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats on the great effort put in! you all did well and i'm really proud of you, hope you all will treausre and remember the good times like i will and do..&lt;br /&gt;we made it..  thanks so much for putting in that effort.&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111976636719280404?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111976636719280404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111976636719280404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976636719280404' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111825286645831905</id><published>2005-06-09T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:47:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays..&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that word always bring a thrilling feeling? finally a time where you can relax, ease yourself, and finally catch up with things you never had time for..&lt;br /&gt;things you always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps many are having a fruitful holiday, enjoying themselves to the fullest, relishing this very special thing called freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess,&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is as lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do treasure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111825286645831905?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111825286645831905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111825286645831905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111825286645831905' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111656675100000012</id><published>2005-05-20T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:25:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ezams are over.&lt;br /&gt;the WHOLE things.. the process of DOING, AND the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's not nice. i mean..the latter. its over.&lt;br /&gt;but its no good, i don't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;eurgh.......&lt;br /&gt;i mean i didn't have time. which is not a good excuse..but i really didn't have time. and i wasn't in the exam mood..&lt;br /&gt;and no, that isn't an any better excuse.&lt;br /&gt;there's no excuse..but well, i hve to accept it. and work harder next time. perhaps for some subjects, it could be considered a pretty commendable effort for the really really last minute stuff, but its alright.&lt;br /&gt;its over-------------------------------case sealed------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh gotta do some advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MGSE ensemble cum string camp concert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25th june, MGS audi, 73o.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;concert will feature other young violinists from various primary schools, who will be joining us in a string camp before the concert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ticket price: $6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repetoire:  (most songs chosen to 'fit in' with the kids lol.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jazzing about suite by pamela wedgewood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suite and light by tony osbourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andante Festivo by Sibelius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;South american songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SYF 2002 pieces; Elgar serenade 2nd mvmnt, Jig from St Paul's Suite by Holst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boisterous Bouree from simple symphony by Britten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suite For Strings By John Rutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all are welcome.. get tickets by emailing &lt;a href="mailto:zwleo@hotmail.com"&gt;zwleo@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-daa. haha, come support! well, we're just dishing out everytime our ensemble can erm scrape in, by its a pretty last minute thing..oh well. if you're wondering if it clashes with the midori violin masterclass,.. well it is at 1130 in the morning. the concert is at night..so no worries=)&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the next few days wouldn't be very good, or worth looking forward to..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111656675100000012?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111656675100000012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111656675100000012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656675100000012' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111378645019008433</id><published>2005-04-18T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:46:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. mid years are coming..stressstress!&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'll be blogging very often til the exams are over, which absolutely cant wait for. but meanwhile, in the process Of getting it over, times are getting intense and ahah i'm starting to reminisce my past pre-exam situation, studying till 2am on the day before exams requiring heavy cramming(eg, bio, SS), and waking myself up(of course, very forcefully) at 5am to revise my hurried cramming the night before. it does work..but after that when the paper is over im just burnt out and need at least a few hour nap before i can get myself to start studying for the next day's paper. sigh..maybe a heedable advice would be to start preparations early to prevent such outcomes..but perhaps i don't have the will to forsee what would the aftereffects be so nearing the date i suffer much more...&lt;br /&gt;but different people have a different 'climate' they could adapt to, i guess that'd be the only way out for me.&lt;br /&gt;God bless the rest. we will all pass through this together as days of brightness lays ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you going today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111378645019008433?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111378645019008433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111378645019008433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111378645019008433' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111276038537876383</id><published>2005-04-06T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:06:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am feeling so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;darn..there's something wrong with me this week..&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'll get over it. i've gotten use, more or less, to this crazy hectic schedule of more than like 3 tests every week and now gotta prepare for mid years.. what madness..&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get by, we all will. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;last weekwas a pretty tiring week.. and i hardly did much.because i usually stay back in school all days then on friday, the only day which is free..my teacher wanted viola then later went to watch the chamber recital..&lt;br /&gt;ohh the recital trios were so good! ahah especially the NUS horn one, AND the acjc one..very nice and both had pro pianists! they play like professionals.. and of course the players blended well too. anyway.. cookies and cream DOES go well with cookie crunch ;)&lt;br /&gt;its wed..one more test friday, one more physics test week, one more lit unseen and presentation this week.. NO MORENO MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT there's mid years. yucks. mugging=bad&lt;br /&gt;will pray hard for i know His spirit will always stay within me!&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time passes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111276038537876383?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111276038537876383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111276038537876383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111276038537876383' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111197276954173380</id><published>2005-03-28T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:19:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllo..yet another weekend passed.&lt;br /&gt;hmm good that there was a Good Friday holiday=) haha it was so slack! had viola in the morning..(which was horrible eee cos i didn practise)and then went out for lunch..haha wanted to try out this new mee siam flavour. hmm then at night we had syo gathering and there was so much fun slacking! yah throughout the whole time was just sitting there, eating eating AND eating, watching hilarious videos, exciting ones, and of course our own conert:D yay haha wouldn be able to have such a wonderful 'slacking' oppurtunity anymore. until at least after the 12th of may. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;and mr lim is SO rich.&lt;br /&gt;then saturday and sunday there wasn much..because rehs were cancelled and violin was changed to group lesson this week. but very well. didn do much.. and there's 3 tests this week! and 3 next week! so scary! will go home and chiong today:) including overdue HOLIDAY homework:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon i hope?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well..and not bad:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111197276954173380?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111197276954173380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111197276954173380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111197276954173380' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111155991429285975</id><published>2005-03-23T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:51:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sobs:(&lt;br /&gt;the hols are over! sighh gotta adjust body clock back to the morning rushy schedule..gotta wake soo early and stuff eeeeps:(&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i would say the hols were fine. but way too short! but well, did make do with what i have..&lt;br /&gt;haha study wise i don't think i caught up much, because my hol homework is not even finished yet:p mainly math..not like mrs tee will check anyway. and at the rate she teaches.. eee i dont think half the class even understands what shes talking. nevemind. will go home and figure it out myself someday..&lt;br /&gt;oh i learnt the guitar! at least i learnt 6 chords:D found the guitar in the storeroom together with a really old(considering the pages turned yellow) guitar book so just spent a few nights and managed to eek out some results:D proud of myself! yaye:)&lt;br /&gt;oh yah and of course there was the syo concert! yayy haha it was great concert! at least have been hearing people singing praises so far:D of course the mot credit goes to the conductor!&lt;br /&gt;ahah new world symphony is so nice! so sad we wouldn be playing it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;syf coming sigh..i really hope everyone puts in their best! i dont feel it yet somehow..cellos, must jiayou okay?&lt;br /&gt;and yay can't wait for Good friday! loong weekend lol. the next holiday seems far..mid years are coming soon..so worried! and i haven started anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111155991429285975?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111155991429285975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111155991429285975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155991429285975' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-111081381863965318</id><published>2005-03-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:23:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOOHOOYOOYHOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H-O-L-I-D-A-Y-S!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="10fba493"&gt;try l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-111081381863965318?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111081381863965318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/111081381863965318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081381863965318' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110995427640979343</id><published>2005-03-05T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:37:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello..it was a tough week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its going to be a tougher one NEXT week..with three tests and homework wrapping your neck tight. oh well.. sec 3 life..i really gotta adapt to it. people tell me its natural for you to not do well for sec 3 in the beginning. when i tell my mum she goes like 'then why others can do so well?' how am i supposed to answer her?! 'oh ya im not as smart as others/' reply:'then you must study TWICE as hard to do as well as them! '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever. i give up. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's an inkwell launch tomorrow!i think its dumb. i mean hello..do you expect me going around and say, 'hi!please donate 5 dollars and sponsor me to read a book?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously you guys will think im warped. okay the readathon's like that. erm you donate 5 bucks to any mg girl, and she'll have to read a book. donate more, she'll read a harder book. HELLO why can't they just issue donation cards man! so paiseh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh speaking of this, anyone wanted to sponsor me to read a book? ahha! let me know! my cards blank! and prob will be for someitme..:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110995427640979343?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110995427640979343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110995427640979343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995427640979343' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110955303784003520</id><published>2005-02-28T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:10:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha the weekend was horrible seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my whole wallet..like yeah. EVERYTHING inside it. this sucks. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna take a really long time to get over this. eurgh. sobs haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and well. i did horribly for MEP test..and theress physics on wed and ANOTHER MEP on thursday..i havent started because i forgot about it.  everyones started notes already..&lt;br /&gt;well not much. saturday we hadreh.i would classify it bad because i THINK i lost my wallet there. look, i passed my mum for ez link card in the morning because she heeded it for something. then i cant remember if i put my wallet in the bag. i think i did. i cant recall.&lt;br /&gt;it could have dropped out because it was deep IN the bag if it was put in..so when i found it lost on sunday then well, i searched my room and it was nowhere t be found. and i knwo it prob isNOT in the house cos my rooms the only place the wallet could be in.&lt;br /&gt;its either&lt;br /&gt;1) still in my room&lt;br /&gt;2/someone from SYO stole it when i was not looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i meanits pretty queer if smoeone stole it.. i mean the load of bags were all in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;and i swore i didn se a trace f my wallet in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had alot of money inside. that day.&lt;br /&gt;how unlucky can i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously...this s-u-c-k-s. not trying to be vulgar here just upset sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sundaynot much..went for group lesson then dinner at some new retaurant my parents anted to try out. haiz.. no progress. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were you? :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110955303784003520?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110955303784003520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110955303784003520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110955303784003520' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110903614505847555</id><published>2005-02-22T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:35:45.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! anyway. im totally not doing well in tests! how demoralising!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. ill live pass this one semester.&lt;br /&gt;anyway mrs tee is such a p-a-i-n.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya mrs lim will be going away for a month m/c cos shes going for some operation to remove some part of her body..so a relieve teacher will be coming! ahahahah! she's only 3 years older than us!!whee..&lt;br /&gt;and this morning saw her at asssembly she semed she was afraid of us loool. oh well. the only other relieve teacher i had was last year..and it was ms wee(: heehz. just one more combined humans test tomorrow and no more tests for the week. bio was a killer damn! sigh mr tay is a weirddo.&lt;br /&gt;physics next week..we haven taken the test and mr loh just walked in and said,"ooh, if you haven failed a test in your sec school life, this'll be your first time'&lt;br /&gt;im like HEY COME ON give us some encouragement!!!&lt;br /&gt;teacherss are so weirdddd.&lt;br /&gt;boys are so weirdddddddddddd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110903614505847555?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110903614505847555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110903614505847555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110903614505847555' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110874100834139059</id><published>2005-02-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:36:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. mrs tee said many ppl failed a math. about one third. damn.&lt;br /&gt;i think im one of them&lt;br /&gt;duh im one of them.&lt;br /&gt;sighsighsigh:(&lt;br /&gt;it was a soso week..im glad the weekends are over. but it means nearer to that hurde of tests i asolutely dread. its scary.&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's nothing much on tom orrow..so i'll have time to file all my stuff..and buck up on studying for tests.&lt;br /&gt;bio and hcl. a math with SETS again on wednesday...stupid cycle.&lt;br /&gt;its never ending sighh.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110874100834139059?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110874100834139059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110874100834139059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874100834139059' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110843133103262869</id><published>2005-02-15T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:35:31.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! ahahs. woo!&lt;br /&gt;there's a math test tomorrow and im so dead. not that i dont know how to do sets but its more like im afraid i dont write the 'requirements' . erm its like alll the 'equeations' and all?i always write the 'shortcut' and mrs tee marks me down and i get a bad grade.  sigh so scaryyy cant afford not to do well.&lt;br /&gt;and we have the damn heritage tour to changi whatever to learn about total dfence.&lt;br /&gt;defence total.&lt;br /&gt;lame ahha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms what happened. ahha yesterday, went school with a bag off fragile stuff! lol and went in and ecveryones table was packed with diff gifts and stuff.. and janice came out and said'zhiwei you're well loved' lol i was laughing my guts out. but anyway! valentine's day IS a big event in my school..perhaps not so in other schools as i heard from my nygh friends..but yeah people were goin arnd delivering presents adns tuff?its fun la(;most common of all was flowers..so you could guess if you saw any mgs girl walking out with a bunch of flowers in her hands(:&lt;br /&gt;hmm haha gtg. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110843133103262869?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110843133103262869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110843133103262869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110843133103262869' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110811534411198369</id><published>2005-02-11T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:49:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay its the chinese new year!ahahah chicken year..my sisters year!&lt;br /&gt;oh well its friday.and school had to be extra to GIVE us school im like what nonsense. but nevermind we learn. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;sigh cny was fun! cny's always fun because you get money! free money..well not free because your parents have to give  them too but ahahah who cares(: the money belongs to you!&lt;br /&gt;sigh a maths is getting tough and mrs tee attempted to burst my brains just now. nvm&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110811534411198369?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110811534411198369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110811534411198369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110811534411198369' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110774016572430655</id><published>2005-02-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:36:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. alright i look like a tree with bark chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to OBS.&lt;br /&gt;yeah obs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahah well i shant further elaborate on the process because im sure many other people would be talking about it on their blogs. so no one will bother to read. so i wouldn bother. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;alright the camp was really fun. like i promised myself ot feel that way after everything was over ahah. but it was so tiring! the last day i just came home and plonked on the bed all the way till the next morning,..which brings me to a fourteen hour sleep.. ahah almost forgetting about assessment the next day. but well there was lesson.&lt;br /&gt;thanks God there was lesson otherwise i'd fail my assessment sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and darn i gtg!blog sometime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110774016572430655?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110774016572430655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110774016572430655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110774016572430655' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110670698150832801</id><published>2005-01-26T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:36:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! one more lit test later(which you dont need to study) and no more tests!!!well, for this week only la.. but its still good news!&lt;br /&gt;alright.. i know many people said bio was fine and stuff.. but in actual fact it was very tricky! i had a few marks deducted because of things i didn read properly? but i guess.. overall it isn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;and chem.. how do i put it, it was a pretty dumb paper? its like.. nevermind. i dont know how to say but it was relatively straightforward i guess.&lt;br /&gt;e math..perhaps not much as easy as many people thought it out to be, but its okay i think?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind! it's all over! lets not think about it(;&lt;br /&gt;and OH chinese was hard. stupid hcl!the teacher didn have to make us do so much cramming did she! eurgh..&lt;br /&gt;sigh i haven started packing for obs at all..haha i better do like very soon! and i'm not dreading it that much and i'm not exactly looking forward to it..but i guess it'll be a good experience to all of us(: hope everyone enjoys it!&lt;br /&gt;hahah gtg now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wouldn some people just stop being so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;irritating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110670698150832801?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110670698150832801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110670698150832801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110670698150832801' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110640548566153683</id><published>2005-01-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:51:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawn tiring day!(yet rather beautiful(:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grrrr im having cold feet. haven't covered the whole of the 2nd part of the sec 1 verbs and there's really alot of words! haiya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the past few days were pretty alright.. thursday was super duper tiring. i don't know why.. not that i slept THAT late like i usually did. but i just woke up feeling exhausted. can't find any other word to describe. and mep was a drag as usual. sigh just occupy myself by thinking of other stuff otherwise i'll just fall asleep flat on the table. grr. and there's rehearsal at night.. if there wasn't a holiday on friday..i can't imagine if there wasn't a holiday! oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today had viola in the morning..alright i was so not prepared for lesson. it was so paiseh when i played wrong notes!but nevermind..i guess ms ku's quite nice afterall. taught me to practise without using too much time as i guess she figures im pretty busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright then rehearsal again..i like the overture!the violin part seems rather hard..but im glad with mine(: im sure everyone enjoys rehs al least two times now..hopefully our next concert can make a comeback and lift the YO standard like before!!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright. busy! gtg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;im surprised with that unexpected greeting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110640548566153683?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110640548566153683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110640548566153683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110640548566153683' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110601097221018131</id><published>2005-01-18T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:16:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo sorrysoryy school was busy.&lt;br /&gt;school is busy.&lt;br /&gt;and WILL be very busy sigh..&lt;br /&gt;reaching home everyday with like worn out feet and a burnt out brain.. no even in the mood t study at times because i could just conk out on the books anytime. but ill pull through. i will(:&lt;br /&gt;ahh first few weeks of school were generally alright. hmm had my first test like yesterday.. higher chinese sigh lol. it wasn too bad..not like what i'd expected. so the frenzy before that was pretty uncessary. oh wel.. i have like 6 tests next week! wonder how am i going to cope.. stressful ones are of course higher chnese (AGAIN! all the sec 1 verbs this time) and of course e maths. and theres chem and bio.. no news of physics yet though. strange but good. hopefully mr loh doesn pop out of nowhere and give us some quiz thing ill just faint on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. hmm oh actually i think ensemble is improving! i'm really happy with the new sec 1 intake! a huge swell in the cello and violin sections. a few more violists coming up but they're not playing for Syf. but anyway.. hopefully cellos improve. i thin its the first time in history we actually have 5 fresh new cellists joinng(excluding the ons who just started learning) in at one go! cool!&lt;br /&gt;and well im sure by now the whole world already knows about syo's chnging of conductors..i knwo at the beginning of dec through some sources.. but could not say because then, it was supposed ot bekept secret for some personal reasons. hmmm. had mr lim for one concert so i already knows what he's like.. so it wasn much of a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;glad the people like him.(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway im really pissed off at some people. i mean like, they just use people to so called pour out their troubles.. just to elp themselves think away from it. its likr, helllo, thats not the way to use people, if you anna convine yourself, DONT borrow people to do it. freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i really have a longing to see.. urgh nevermind. its not possible this month but theres next month. i can wait. :( thump thump thump. takes a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu..till then. all the best for a great school year to everone!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what could the best decision be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110601097221018131?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110601097221018131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110601097221018131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601097221018131' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110480206320280808</id><published>2005-01-04T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:27:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;the first day of school..&lt;br /&gt;well i'd already know where the classrooms are so like its pretty easy locating them in stuff, so m,et up with some old crapbaggers to go there. ahha sigh dumped bag down and went to other classes and catch up with me old friends:)&lt;br /&gt;thank God i got a good seat! dont want ending up sitting right in front or something.. too dangerous! sighh. next to april(:&lt;br /&gt;and well the form teachers one blur sotong. i mean she wants our picture for some class thingy.. and YEAH she brought her camera to TAKE a picture of us AHAHA. retard-ed!&lt;br /&gt;anyway we didn do much. no lessons(:&lt;br /&gt;sigh gtg write my zhou ji..so much for HOLIDAY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110480206320280808?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110480206320280808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110480206320280808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110480206320280808' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110450586296303371</id><published>2004-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:11:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;heyy. sigh. an hour before 2004 becomes history.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm feeling kinda downcast. like. yeah its been a really great year. im comparison to last year..which was really crappy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i achieved all the goals i set. at least..the physical ones. perhaps the mental and emotional ones..will take me sometime more to reach. i dont know..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was at nur's house for gathering..and yay everyone was there except ger:( sigh like crys said. whenever one of us crapbags are missing..it just doesn seem 'complete'. but wlel we had fun all the same.. dunking each other in the pool and playing water games.. chatting eating chilling out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wonder when we'll able to have a gathering like this again. eveyone's spread out pretty evenly again next year.. :( hopefully we'll stay close. at least to a certain extent. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;man im gonna dread sec 3/4. my class there comes those fuddy duddys from my sec 1 class.. aagain.. eeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nevermind. ill live ie through. hahaha.. and man the schedule gonna be damn packed. staying back everyday isn what i call. nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wel.. best wishes to you all in the new year. thanks to eveyrone who've made mine so eventful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH btw i have an extra duplicated copy of Itzhak Perlman's recording of Mendelssohn and tchaik violin concerto. anyone wants it let me know.. first come first serve,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byee! to 2004*(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="def35808"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110450586296303371?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110450586296303371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110450586296303371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110450586296303371' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110407618016219863</id><published>2004-12-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:49:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;very very merry xmas to you all out there!&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. went for the countdown the night before and man the FOAM STANK LIKE HELL. those crazy people just KEPT spraying it around like nobody's business and i was like so irritated? ahha! nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;and it was crowded. yeah CROWded. people pushing around.. people going 'give way! pregnant woman!' people screaming f*** at the top of their lungs.. man it was a hussle.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm saw all the familiars playing on stage.. and city harvest church played a big part in the performance? lol.&lt;br /&gt;went home really drained and dirty..watched the late night movie and slept real late.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. christmas. nothing compared to days when i was little..&lt;br /&gt;had a gathering in the evening at aunt's house. and went out in the afternoon.. and man it was so hard getting a theatre with 3 consecutive seats. had to go allll the way to suntec!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;daddd! gtg byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110407618016219863?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110407618016219863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110407618016219863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407618016219863' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110381622464174659</id><published>2004-12-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:37:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out today, and saw so many people!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahahhahs. well met rah and wanxi, and plyn and mel were late, AS USUAL. then erm saw this old friend of mine..but i dont think she'd like recognise me so didn go up to say hi. i mean sometimes people look so dao you dont wanna find trouble rightt. then saw er..victor!! haha he was queuing up and subway and this familiar face appeared in front of me.haahha!nice seeing old friends..erm then we watched phantom of the opera! well. one general comment. its still best on theatre play. movie is just..a simpler version of it. some parts scary..some touching..some sweet..its a mix of everything. but the main thing's still the songs i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;came out and saw er..shuying and nicole..chua? cant really remember her name lol. then went to cine cafe for a drink and sit and chat. talk. catch up with one another(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to the lift and saw dee, ariel, chris fong? i thnk.ahahhas. walked to heeren and took neos as usual..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh reached home pretty late. there was a jam, peak hours(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawn* nightss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="b260e9be"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110381622464174659?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110381622464174659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110381622464174659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381622464174659' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110346966506735232</id><published>2004-12-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:21:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hello! watching the berlin's tchaik festival on central now. it was so pro-ed! the tchaik piano concerto soloist! i mean.. oh my goshhh! if you watched it you'd know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;nutcracker now. wow berlin philharmonic is so good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and music is held so high in regard over there as here.. LOOK at their open field concert halls! and look ours, botanic gardens? well.. not very comparable. oh wel..nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;singapore's so small anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired..my sister is just toally crazy over booooook sales..and evey wekk my dad goes to those ulu warehouses like in eunos and stuff just ot get those BOOKSSS. mymymy. she has like the WHOLE colleciotn of francine pascal's fearless? if you guys wanna borrow.. let me know.. i'll be glad to lend it to you for my sister..&lt;br /&gt;ahahhas. oh well.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110346966506735232?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110346966506735232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110346966506735232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110346966506735232' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110328784316445953</id><published>2004-12-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:50:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! im at downtown east now! man the cyber rates are a lumsum!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.. considering.. nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;ahahhas. oh well. hmm should be going escape tomorrow! the others are coming over.. exciting? much of a squeeze though. hmmmms. the shops here are quite wide ranged. didn expect so much..&lt;br /&gt;not much to do now. im boreddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110328784316445953?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110328784316445953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110328784316445953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110328784316445953' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110312359549284089</id><published>2004-12-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:13:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;man testing. posts dont seem to be coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110312359549284089?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110312359549284089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110312359549284089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312359549284089' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110277809848573357</id><published>2004-12-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:29:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="f5ac4f9"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" align="left" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahahas hmmm lets see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, went for hc rj combined strings concert on thursday. they played holberg and tchaik. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha holberg.. well on the whole not too bad actually. though the prelude viola soli part was pretty screwed up ahahah. but hey no offence.. its hard lah and they didn really have much time to prepare so. i guess its not too bad either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah well shant elaborate on tchaik. but overall..quite a fine concert. ahahha and of course with mr.jon(j for joker)lee next to you you can really have a good laugh through the concert.. and erm. some people close to you juat a couple of centimetres away.. feels good. very good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nevermind. yesterday went for erm. this masterclass for organ and violin at esplanade. interesting.. first time watching the organ solo. i thought the second solo was pro! though the organ master.. didn seem of much help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yeah the violins were good.. rach played real well and her violin sound is realllly beautiful esp in the big hall. her piece sounded jewish like ahaha. yupp the master gave good and helpful comments.. he's one controversial player anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the saint saens..was a little soft. it was good nonetheless. i think the guy gotta change his posture.. like for good. it'd look much much better. and yes tone quality.. the techniques there. now its the amplitude..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhaha just finished dan brown's digital fortress. yet a nother fascinating book! ah man you guys should really catch it. it has empahsis on..something called the power of love. mixed in with encrpyting and decoding and math. cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well gtg now. nights! dad*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote id="edea9395"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110277809848573357?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110277809848573357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110277809848573357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110277809848573357' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110252001214836752</id><published>2004-12-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:33:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;hello! im so burnt out from shopping from yesterday afternoon and just now..woah orchard road is like so crowded because of the robinsons cardholders night thingy? hahaha there were guards only permitting those with some special card so i think sho larh.(:went to centrepoint marks and spencer and got a really nice row of chocolates for ernie sighh will be watching his last concert tomorrow so i'd better prepare something good(:&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. been with him since sec 1? that was when we started proper lessons.. before that was just fooling around kinda thing.. ahahas when i first knew that he was gonna be my teacher im like huh?ernie?what a weird name! then at first i was pretty bochup about like lessons and all..it took me a period of time to open up and ever since i did..he'd been not just a great teacher and friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. thank God for giving me a chance to be his student!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110252001214836752?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110252001214836752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110252001214836752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252001214836752' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110234799030807339</id><published>2004-12-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:46:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hellos there's SO many things to talk about i'm at a loss for words!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright if you want a full and detailed entry about the syo camp.. read zabbie's blog. its more detailed than ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets talk about the concert? ahahhas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright it was a good concert btw. and the turnout was certainly unexpecting! muchmuch better! about 85% i'd say? yeah cheers to all those who came! *wink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmms beethoven reh was first. so we had loadsa time to hang around..hahahs then erm/ lets see. weicheng yizhe andrea sherilyn zab zara jeremiah zhongyu and i cannot remember already.. went to suntec. well initially they wanted to go to marina and catch a movie or something but they changed their mind and the others just tagged along. well most of them went to arcade to play and me and zara just went around shopping(:ahhaha and bought this nice necklace..al least to me. ive been looking for one for sometime and looking for more!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went back and passed the others thier tickets.. concert started and was stil fooling around with photos until miss cheong came and chased me and andrea to change.. hahahas. then it was finally my turn to play with the rest..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;playing beethoven.. the middle of the 1st movement was really great! yesh. its a pretty nice song actually..\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;played 2nd movement for encore! heee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and btw me and andrea played without score for that.. she forgot to bring ours up on stage! then koped yizhe's! ahahahha! pro right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that went for supper with zad rachel syna yizhe zhaohan andrea bryan and his 3 friends  hahaha.. at marshe. i didn spend much. didn feel like eating much anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aw man i gtg continue next time!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110234799030807339?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110234799030807339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110234799030807339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234799030807339' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110182832172670890</id><published>2004-11-30T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:25:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;YAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just checked my msn list and none who attended YO camp are online! everyone must be snoring away la!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i brought my sleeping bag for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;we didn even use it! and like half the people didn use it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because we DIDN sleep. throughout the night! ahahahhah!&lt;br /&gt;wow you should really see everyone's eyebags in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;they either spent the night erm. playing daidi. asshole daidi. bridge. truth or dare.. truth or truth.. star gazing or watching the ehem. sunrise! or just simply crapping around..&lt;br /&gt;those were the fun parts hahaha.. first day rehersals were sian. i mean Beethoven.. whats there to work on. eric lee was conducting because casteels was probably too lazy to come down and conduct or he just thought it was not worth his time or whatever. not like i can be bothered about him anyway.. then left for violin lesson during combined sectionals and came back for the games(: heeee! i didn plan it on purpose! concidences! the treasure hunt(so-called) was pretty lame lah.. and this group finished off REALLY fast! and everyone did it so fast that we had so much freetime.. was toying around with that *flip-the-water-bottle* game then joined the others for card games! and told them the loads of lame jokes i made up and yes.. it was VERY lame. and well speaking of lameness... jonathan lee makes a. goood* opponent. sighh!!! shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;oh wel.. im sitting with andrea for this concert. and then we were like crapping around alot with her and her ehem *viola-cello* and she can play it like that in the whole beethoven movement 2. propro! ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we were all chit chatting at the corridoor as usual.. laughing and teasing others.. then me and the other non-mozarters had lotsa free time cos they had reh for mozart! and the girls played captain's ball while the guys watched. ehem. then a few of them went to play netball.. erm.. guys playing netball? p.s sounds a little weird does it!&lt;br /&gt;but the ball game was fun though.. then gracey and a few other mad ones just went round and round the track and CLAIMED them ran 650 rounds! er.. wowwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;then went back and played rounds and rounds of card games.. until we stopped and played truth or dare.. the first group of people playing this.. i thought what we shared was pretty like true. sad. and stuff.. and i'm happy i get to know about what others are going through as well and that i'm not the only one! hope you guys will keep whatever that was said confidential(:&lt;br /&gt;second group many more people joined in.. and had a cool round of dares.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i shall not elaborate on mine..&lt;br /&gt;Pipetius had to go up to the dance studio( the GIRLS sleeping place) and get FIVE pieces of clothing!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Zara had to go and move 0.5cm near derrick's face then push him away real hard without saying anything!&lt;br /&gt;Joy tied her feet with lauwenjin's shoelaces and walk from the music studio to the toilet end! roooo mannn tik!&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN LEE our hero had to go in front of three girls and boys..(me grace christine. zhaohan shanghui ike) and pose like cleopatra do the silly eye contact thingy.. then sing the 'i love you' song! it was reallyreallyreally funny.. everyone took a shot of his cleopatra pose! *sexayyyyy.. ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;we had a long time thinking how to get at him cos he was coming up with all the weird dares and truths..&lt;br /&gt;then later sang a birthday song for zhaohan. then finally he and his group joined us..&lt;br /&gt;that was the truth part.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate either because i felt some things mentioned are pretty sensitive and its not good to bring it up here.. good anyhow(:&lt;br /&gt;aw man my dad's chasing me off. i'll continue tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and andrea i'll do the questionnaire tomorrow yar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighties(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110182832172670890?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182832172670890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182832172670890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182832172670890' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110182831480033908</id><published>2004-11-30T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:25:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;YAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just checked my msn list and none who attended YO camp are online! everyone must be snoring away la!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i brought my sleeping bag for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;we didn even use it! and like half the people didn use it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because we DIDN sleep. throughout the night! ahahahhah!&lt;br /&gt;wow you should really see everyone's eyebags in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;they either spent the night erm. playing daidi. asshole daidi. bridge. truth or dare.. truth or truth.. star gazing or watching the ehem. sunrise! or just simply crapping around..&lt;br /&gt;those were the fun parts hahaha.. first day rehersals were sian. i mean Beethoven.. whats there to work on. eric lee was conducting because casteels was probably too lazy to come down and conduct or he just thought it was not worth his time or whatever. not like i can be bothered about him anyway.. then left for violin lesson during combined sectionals and came back for the games(: heeee! i didn plan it on purpose! concidences! the treasure hunt(so-called) was pretty lame lah.. and this group finished off REALLY fast! and everyone did it so fast that we had so much freetime.. was toying around with that *flip-the-water-bottle* game then joined the others for card games! and told them the loads of lame jokes i made up and yes.. it was VERY lame. and well speaking of lameness... jonathan lee makes a. goood* opponent. sighh!!! shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;oh wel.. im sitting with andrea for this concert. and then we were like crapping around alot with her and her ehem *viola-cello* and she can play it like that in the whole beethoven movement 2. propro! ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we were all chit chatting at the corridoor as usual.. laughing and teasing others.. then me and the other non-mozarters had lotsa free time cos they had reh for mozart! and the girls played captain's ball while the guys watched. ehem. then a few of them went to play netball.. erm.. guys playing netball? p.s sounds a little weird does it!&lt;br /&gt;but the ball game was fun though.. then gracey and a few other mad ones just went round and round the track and CLAIMED them ran 650 rounds! er.. wowwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;then went back and played rounds and rounds of card games.. until we stopped and played truth or dare.. the first group of people playing this.. i thought what we shared was pretty like true. sad. and stuff.. and i'm happy i get to know about what others are going through as well and that i'm not the only one! hope you guys will keep whatever that was said confidential(:&lt;br /&gt;second group many more people joined in.. and had a cool round of dares.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i shall not elaborate on mine..&lt;br /&gt;Pipetius had to go up to the dance studio( the GIRLS sleeping place) and get FIVE pieces of clothing!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Zara had to go and move 0.5cm near derrick's face then push him away real hard without saying anything!&lt;br /&gt;Joy tied her feet with lauwenjin's shoelaces and walk from the music studio to the toilet end! roooo mannn tik!&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN LEE our hero had to go in front of three girls and boys..(me grace christine. zhaohan shanghui ike) and pose like cleopatra do the silly eye contact thingy.. then sing the 'i love you' song! it was reallyreallyreally funny.. everyone took a shot of his cleopatra pose! *sexayyyyy.. ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;we had a long time thinking how to get at him cos he was coming up with all the weird dares and truths..&lt;br /&gt;then later sang a birthday song for zhaohan. then finally he and his group joined us..&lt;br /&gt;that was the truth part.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate either because i felt some things mentioned are pretty sensitive and its not good to bring it up here.. good anyhow(:&lt;br /&gt;aw man my dad's chasing me off. i'll continue tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and andrea i'll do the questionnaire tomorrow yar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighties(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110182831480033908?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182831480033908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182831480033908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182831480033908' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110182830866375219</id><published>2004-11-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:25:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;YAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just checked my msn list and none who attended YO camp are online! everyone must be snoring away la!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i brought my sleeping bag for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;we didn even use it! and like half the people didn use it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because we DIDN sleep. throughout the night! ahahahhah!&lt;br /&gt;wow you should really see everyone's eyebags in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;they either spent the night erm. playing daidi. asshole daidi. bridge. truth or dare.. truth or truth.. star gazing or watching the ehem. sunrise! or just simply crapping around..&lt;br /&gt;those were the fun parts hahaha.. first day rehersals were sian. i mean Beethoven.. whats there to work on. eric lee was conducting because casteels was probably too lazy to come down and conduct or he just thought it was not worth his time or whatever. not like i can be bothered about him anyway.. then left for violin lesson during combined sectionals and came back for the games(: heeee! i didn plan it on purpose! concidences! the treasure hunt(so-called) was pretty lame lah.. and this group finished off REALLY fast! and everyone did it so fast that we had so much freetime.. was toying around with that *flip-the-water-bottle* game then joined the others for card games! and told them the loads of lame jokes i made up and yes.. it was VERY lame. and well speaking of lameness... jonathan lee makes a. goood* opponent. sighh!!! shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;oh wel.. im sitting with andrea for this concert. and then we were like crapping around alot with her and her ehem *viola-cello* and she can play it like that in the whole beethoven movement 2. propro! ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we were all chit chatting at the corridoor as usual.. laughing and teasing others.. then me and the other non-mozarters had lotsa free time cos they had reh for mozart! and the girls played captain's ball while the guys watched. ehem. then a few of them went to play netball.. erm.. guys playing netball? p.s sounds a little weird does it!&lt;br /&gt;but the ball game was fun though.. then gracey and a few other mad ones just went round and round the track and CLAIMED them ran 650 rounds! er.. wowwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;then went back and played rounds and rounds of card games.. until we stopped and played truth or dare.. the first group of people playing this.. i thought what we shared was pretty like true. sad. and stuff.. and i'm happy i get to know about what others are going through as well and that i'm not the only one! hope you guys will keep whatever that was said confidential(:&lt;br /&gt;second group many more people joined in.. and had a cool round of dares.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i shall not elaborate on mine..&lt;br /&gt;Pipetius had to go up to the dance studio( the GIRLS sleeping place) and get FIVE pieces of clothing!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Zara had to go and move 0.5cm near derrick's face then push him away real hard without saying anything!&lt;br /&gt;Joy tied her feet with lauwenjin's shoelaces and walk from the music studio to the toilet end! roooo mannn tik!&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN LEE our hero had to go in front of three girls and boys..(me grace christine. zhaohan shanghui ike) and pose like cleopatra do the silly eye contact thingy.. then sing the 'i love you' song! it was reallyreallyreally funny.. everyone took a shot of his cleopatra pose! *sexayyyyy.. ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;we had a long time thinking how to get at him cos he was coming up with all the weird dares and truths..&lt;br /&gt;then later sang a birthday song for zhaohan. then finally he and his group joined us..&lt;br /&gt;that was the truth part.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate either because i felt some things mentioned are pretty sensitive and its not good to bring it up here.. good anyhow(:&lt;br /&gt;aw man my dad's chasing me off. i'll continue tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and andrea i'll do the questionnaire tomorrow yar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighties(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110182830866375219?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182830866375219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110182830866375219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110182830866375219' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110165652678176904</id><published>2004-11-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:42:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello!mandeville concert's over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought it was quite good! hahaahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;violin camp was quite fun..with people like charlotte jana james iisse jaz and posuar and EHEM mr swimshady ahahahah! it helped..though i'm still as lazy as ever when comes to practise. mann..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so im in 3A4. lit class. meeting some of those 1D people again i guess..hope it runs out good cos its gonna be my class for 2 years sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there's YO camp tomorrow? my group is fine la.. shaun ho as leader.. there's rachela dn PIPETIUS ahahahahha and a couple of other weird china names that i've never came across heee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;exam on friday. counting down. only after that my real holidays start sighh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;night for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you looked good with gel. sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e9ad3e11"&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110165652678176904?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110165652678176904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110165652678176904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165652678176904' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110122456827877702</id><published>2004-11-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:42:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;my eyes weigh like one thousand tonnes and i can like droop on this keyboard any second from now..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells wouldn be around till friday? on and off.. so tiring. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;i've done my programme notes! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes round and round..&lt;br /&gt;only with you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110122456827877702?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110122456827877702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110122456827877702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122456827877702' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110113795128409629</id><published>2004-11-22T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:39:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just gotta new shoe bag! yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways i just came from rehearsal.. so dog tired. those players are reallyreally pro! esp lanabel keven and this crazy guy who is SO DARN expressive he seems like he's dancing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay where to start from. ltc was fun. although it was really tiring.. slept at like 1 on the first day and 3 on the second cos we were talking chatting away which was super fun! especially with those lame jokers around like ger and eden ahhaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so pissed. then sylvester is in. this is absurb. i wanted to vote but couldn cos we had to surrender our phones.. but AHHH why did this have to happen?! injustinjust! i mean..singapore idol is like kinda hopeless already. if taufik doesn win we can just go into the bin. and our face is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway...i used to go late for TO reh not because it was intentional but cos i always have this thing that i live so near and it just takes a few minutes to zoom there.. and now when i make an effort to go on time for YO i seem late because YO starts early. argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway... who wants to come for SYO concert?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th december. VCH. 7pm or so. tickets at 8/10 bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yupp playing brandenburg gabrielli(winds) beethoven(full orch) mozart(soloist Seow Yit Kin) yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanna go let me know! see you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="35078eea"&gt;ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110113795128409629?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110113795128409629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110113795128409629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113795128409629' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110070294997640328</id><published>2004-11-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:49:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello just finished packing for LTC camp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tired!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woah my schedule is crazy and i'm so not prepare for everything sigh but nevermind keep me busy otherwise i'll just laze aroung with nothing to do hahahaha sigh today has been a weird day.. fun sad depressing happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weird! oh well thats what it always is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cya soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110070294997640328?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110070294997640328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110070294997640328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070294997640328' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110061955935347381</id><published>2004-11-16T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:39:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;today i lost one important friend..&lt;br /&gt;one important friend meaning everything else that comes with it as a package..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really ask myself why am i such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;merely mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i reach the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110061955935347381?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110061955935347381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110061955935347381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061955935347381' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110061955806622878</id><published>2004-11-16T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:39:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;today i lost one important friend..&lt;br /&gt;one important friend meaning everything else that comes with it as a package..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really ask myself why am i such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;merely mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i reach the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110061955806622878?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110061955806622878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110061955806622878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061955806622878' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-110060502607278436</id><published>2004-11-16T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:37:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyoyo ZHIWAY! Do you like it? found it suits you BEST! Hear the SONG!! although it may take a long time downloading! It depends. yup! So you can change it back if you dun like! I'm fine with it!! :D Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryssie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-110060502607278436?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110060502607278436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/110060502607278436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110060502607278436' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109992424276802821</id><published>2004-11-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:30:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring&lt;br /&gt;Now something on the surface it stings&lt;br /&gt;That something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show&lt;br /&gt;Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack&lt;br /&gt;They were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this&lt;br /&gt;The unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophy&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, because if you've got the poison, I've got the remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love I take my time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;Because.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedy is the experience. it is a dangerous liaison&lt;br /&gt;I say the comedy is that it's serious. which is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me somebody. this can't dawn on me any longer...&lt;br /&gt;//a brittle madness.as i sing about it in my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109992424276802821?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109992424276802821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109992424276802821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992424276802821' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109984157011840642</id><published>2004-11-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:32:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;went for violin. lesson was quite good.. oh man masterclass on tuesday. sigh accompanist can;t make it.. so i gotta make sure intonation is extra good cos no one would cover me up.&lt;br /&gt;viola.. i wasn't really prepared for etude so this week i'm gonna fix those notes! i better.. not many lessons left.&lt;br /&gt;then went for RISe chamber recital.. hm... hahaha they're one strong lot. ma favourite item was the trout quintet.. nice. the others were not bad too.. hahaha we can't hold a finger to them man. oh wells. and the double bass solo was.. pretty impressive hahahah. i haven't actually seen a real DB solo except when Gail played one..but it was really short.&lt;br /&gt;went home and took the wrong direciton bus. but no problem.. just continued the route with another bus.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if you're asking me to go to hell just say it. you don't have to go round in circles to try expressing yourself. and things come with a reason... if there's no reason. then there's no reason to spark off anything. as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109984157011840642?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109984157011840642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109984157011840642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984157011840642' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109975635884835922</id><published>2004-11-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:52:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hellooooooo i'm super tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this morning was late for ens then when i stepped into the MEP room.. i was like greeting the bassits and cellists because we usually have sectionals together. THEN i turned my head and saw a man who looked incredibly familiar. i got a shock! i'm like 'who the hell is this!' THEN i realised.... THAT guy was doing sectionals for cellos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN MGS HISTORY I THINK I'VE EVER SEEN AN OUTSIDER DOING SECTIONALS FOR US!!!!(other than Mr chua or course) on my gosh!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ms tsien must be SO desperate man... anyway i wonder if it helped.&lt;/p&gt;but anyway i think we're improving.. last time we couldn't catch up and now we're rushing. so? hahaha.. okay sigh. but of course still not up to standard lor.&lt;br /&gt;then went for sectionals and was released early because Ernie wanted to do mozart and only Bach people are involved so...gotta go home early(:some guests came over but i just stayed in my room.. tired to entertain and i might be blamed for causing trouble anyway. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnnnnnnn. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109975635884835922?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109975635884835922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109975635884835922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975635884835922' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109941004073903170</id><published>2004-11-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:40:40.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm tired. yawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went for ensemble.. was showing how tough the carbon bow was by whacking it on the stand. then mr chua was like. wanna fight? and showed his baton. im like.. nononon. hahaha so funny. sectionals with lower strings was pretty fine i guess. at least we stil managed to cook up something from britten 1st mvmnt. blahhhhh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went for dental. hahaha.. bus ride was great man(: nice company. i can take off braces in jan!!!YES! which means i gotta stop forgetting to put my rubber bands ahhaha.. otherwise Dr wong'll nagggg again. sighh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;took the other way home.. was the first (okay second you win;)) to hop onto the bus... then went home. missed a stop so had to walk extra. oh wells. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so burnt. violin exam on 3rd dec.. must practise. dont want missing by a few marks again. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8251b3f6"&gt;ao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109941004073903170?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109941004073903170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109941004073903170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941004073903170' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109923698203334856</id><published>2004-10-31T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:36:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;BLOGGER ISN WORKING MY POSTS AREN COMING OUT&lt;br /&gt;hope this one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i woke up really late today. then went for viola.. and ya/ the usual lesson with lots of crapping involved. he was toying around with indian music.. anyway i really suck at world music. failed that part of my MEP papar ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;went to pick up my re haired bow. and the guy seemed to like my viola alot.. he even asked me where i bought it and tried it on. ahh and the lady said i look like her daughter? er okay.. anyway people there are alright la.&lt;br /&gt;then went for group and it delayed half an hour... played viola today. interesting.. and shyna your bass's not bad what! ahha.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired AGAIN. sigh yay holidays! no school.&lt;br /&gt;shall go sleep cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109923698203334856?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109923698203334856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109923698203334856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923698203334856' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602700.post-109915065038604312</id><published>2004-10-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:37:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;some people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the more you hear about them you CANT STAND THEM&lt;/p&gt;shall not elaborate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much today.felling tired.it rained so heavily in the aftrernoon(: thats why so cooling now.. burning in the morning! sun woke me up!&lt;br /&gt;anywaymy dad's scolding me for last month's phone bill again but it only went overshot to 844sms. which is veryvery good improvement for me..but well its cos i didn sms as much cos of exams.&lt;br /&gt;went for reh..haha.not much.some people shouldn be paid as much for the way they do their work oh welll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602700-109915065038604312?l=zhiway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109915065038604312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602700/posts/default/109915065038604312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhiway.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109915065038604312' title=''/><author><name>zhiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966691079424719448</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></entry></feed>
