<?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-4609526451588941342</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:58:14.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story, My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6372297002667677470</id><published>2010-08-19T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:34:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you lost “something” (referring to anything) that you treasure the most or love the most, there is no way a replacement can be made or get. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Third time in my life i treasured something so important to me, yet i still lost it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First time, i treasured something so important, in the end, i just a replacement, or what others called it, a substitute. Know the feeling, HATE IT. Second time, i treasured another thing, in the end, gone, i hack care it, thinking that finding a replacement or substitute will be fine, but the feeling towards it isn’t the same. Third time and now i still treasuring something so much, but still i lost it. However it is the first time in my life that i went back to find the thing i lost, tried so hard, search high and low, safe and dangerous places, still unable to find it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is another thing i treasuring now, hoping that it will last, but it seems that when the time comes, i will eventually lose it somehow, somewhere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now i finally know it, treasure every moment you have with the “something” you love the most, before you loses it. Because when you lost it, there are no ways that you will be able to find it back or find a replacement or substitute that gives you the same feeling, and being a replacement or substitute sucks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6372297002667677470?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6372297002667677470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6372297002667677470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/once.html' title='ONCE'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8811432203284284565</id><published>2010-08-14T07:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:33:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wOW, i just reached home only. Yesterday night didn’t go home,&amp;#160; until 7am. Discussing about some matters. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i sorted it out le. Yea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8811432203284284565?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8811432203284284565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8811432203284284565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-home.html' title='BACK HOME!!!'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4315768517819890618</id><published>2010-08-12T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:45:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET HOM-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WOW, look at the time now, it’s 3.44am&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and i just reached home from town, erm, k-boxed. haha, later have things on in the morning, dead~~~~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Awww i want job ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4315768517819890618?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4315768517819890618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4315768517819890618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-sweet-hom-y.html' title='HOME SWEET HOM-Y'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-359642497642438735</id><published>2010-08-06T05:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:27:09.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND-GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;think i need to control my mind before my mind control me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i must let go of the event happened 2 years ago, in order to proceed &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-359642497642438735?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/359642497642438735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/359642497642438735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/mind-game.html' title='MIND-GAME'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7000704260398993928</id><published>2010-08-03T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T03:25:22.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH ILLNESSES AGAIN ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm sick again, don’t know this is the how many countless time i sick this year ==&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just now told my mother that i am sick – fever, flu, block nose, she asked me, why recently my body immune system so bad? Last time is as strong as a cow, no matter what won’t fall sick easily. Well hope this time round can recover fast. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;New CCA joined – &lt;strong&gt;Flag Football&lt;/strong&gt;, hope i will like this CCA very much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEWS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After this coming Friday, it will be the starts of my holidays, yeaaa. Semester 2 starts on 25 Oct 2010. That’s like 2 months holidays, woooo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7000704260398993928?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7000704260398993928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7000704260398993928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/down-with-illnesses-again.html' title='DOWN WITH ILLNESSES AGAIN ):'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-9113841873844320119</id><published>2010-08-02T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:39:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, finally done with programming project, what’s left??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Monday (2/8/2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-CIS presentation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-FP test&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tuesday (3/8/2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NO LESSON&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wednesday (4/8/2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-COS test&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thursday (5/8/2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Maths test @ 6-7.30pm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friday (6/8/2010)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-FSP (walk-through) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after these will be holidays, pray hard that i not going to retaking any modules so i can enjoy my holidays. Especially CIS and FSP hope can pass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-9113841873844320119?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/9113841873844320119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/9113841873844320119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html' title='AUGUST'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6154858005472274338</id><published>2010-07-24T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:35:11.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DOWN MANY MORE TO GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finished one of my presentation/report, 2-in-1. Still have programming to do, test to take, retaking modules during holidays. Everyday my teachers will ask me to focus on studies, if not i will retake modules during holidays or retain for a year. It is not what i want, i want to graduate within this three years of poly life. Still remembered what my mentor asked me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mr Lum : “kaujie, still involve with NPCC?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me : “ Erm…. nope, no more, cut off le”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mr Lum : “good to hear that, can focus on studies”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well, by right i cut off connection, yet NOW, today, i having a .38 competition, and i haven go to HTA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i am able to put a full stop to my cadet’s life &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;will i able to put a full stop to my CI’s life too??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;people around me, like, bernard, jun qi, jie hao, chuan sin, jia hao, Bing long sir all said the same thing, last time you fought so hard to me a CI, endure during CIBTC, and be a CI, yet now you are giving it up, worth it???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well just 7 more days to my CI life, i guess. They hope that next time when i talk to them is still as a CI. But i cannot guarantee it. Bing long sir said, no matter i still in or not, we are still friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6154858005472274338?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6154858005472274338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6154858005472274338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-down-many-more-to-go.html' title='ONE DOWN MANY MORE TO GO'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1760324236777243790</id><published>2010-07-22T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:54:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TICK TOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tick tock, what is that sound??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s the clock ticking sound. What does it mean?? It means that time is running out. AWww. Yup, time is running out for me. 1 report and presentation due tomorrow, yet i have not completed it, only half way thru. First set of programming need to be up by Monday, haven touch yet. CIS project haven touch yet, need to show teacher tomorrow. Exams coming up, not even a shit get into my brain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Past few days, been walking back home, and it’s drizzling almost all the nights that i walked home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back hurt more and more. Shoulder hurt because of last Saturday during soccer time. Neck strain, got it the same timing with shoulder injury. Sick, feverish. WTH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9 more days to my last day of service in corps.&amp;#160; Ending it soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1760324236777243790?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1760324236777243790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1760324236777243790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/tick-tock.html' title='TICK TOCK'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1925064457864290560</id><published>2010-07-19T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:54:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>During Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, changed my blog-skin once again. Saw this skin quite meaningful as it was said by Mr Tan before to CIs, “If you’re not the one, then who.” still have second part of it, but it is not written in the skin, so i shall not mention it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The feeling of 2 years ago, came back now, what the hell!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1925064457864290560?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1925064457864290560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1925064457864290560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/during-class.html' title='During Class'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1678290726865404701</id><published>2010-07-17T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:45:17.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, it’s a long time since i last update this blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Done with my “busy” months of my life. CIBTC, SYF. now loads on my shoulders are lessen a bit only. Still have area events, STC to go. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so happy that when i looked at wikipedia, it says that X-men coming out fourth series., and more movies of new mutants. X-men : First Class which is filming this year aug (if i didn’t remember wrongly) then showing on cinema next year. EXCITED!!!!! Have subs movies like X-men origins : Wolverine 2 ( YEAA!!!!) Gambit, Magneto, Swordman, and more. WOOOOOOO i can’t wait for it to be out. 2011 FASTER COME, i waiting for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Obsessed with x-men, thinking if one day i have mutant power same as the one wolverine has, isn’t that great. What i hope more of is the claws and healing factors. OMG!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okay, it’s pretty late now, in fact should be early&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;see ya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1678290726865404701?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1678290726865404701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1678290726865404701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8584392622660770330</id><published>2010-04-01T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:42:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;once again i used back live writer to update my blog, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this will be a short post, before i going to collect logistics at HQ to do my lesson at SMU, haha, is a travelling day for me again. From Bukit Panjang –&amp;gt; Old Choa Chu Kang Road –&amp;gt; Choa Chu Kang –&amp;gt; SMU. The estimated time used for this travelling journey will be about 1.5Hrs?? Haha, well that’s my life perhaps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmm, just realised that i will be packed until End of June holiday, haha. To me, life of a Cadet Inspector is NO LIFE, Life of a Cadet Inspector Instructor is more NO LIFE, haha, but seriously to me, no even a complaint, it is just purely a Passion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, no relationship for me, Yea, lying to self la, cause commitment to my passion, haha, noble???? i will just let time to decide. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe you are just a friend to me,&amp;nbsp; or even a stranger that will say “hi/Bye”&amp;nbsp; to each other that’s all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8584392622660770330?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8584392622660770330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8584392622660770330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3869374083150306281</id><published>2010-03-31T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:23:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hmm, wondering who are my viewer/reader of my blog????&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;well, looked like i had made&amp;nbsp; a decision that i won’t go for any relationship until i completed my National Service (NS) reasons are, i am committed to NPCC, being a CI, and recently admitted to being&amp;nbsp; a CII, true that people say, if you became a CII, you need to juggle your time well, between, friends, unit and HQ, to me, i don’t have any BGR, so i can still juggle, haha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;actually i am still single,&amp;nbsp; available or unavailable is depend on you (girl) cause i can have time to spend with you, or i might not have the time to spend with you for the being, so pardon me, yup&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talking about relationship, i fall for someone since last year, yup, what i can say is things changed. From we message each other almost everyday, call and chat on phone, wake me up daily to go school on time. But now things changed, we seldom message, no chatting on phone already, never wake me up anymore.&amp;nbsp; What i can say is, i foolishly made a stupidly mistake during 2009 1st of march, the date, month and year i can remember correctly, marked a deep scar in my memory. i really, really, REALLY want to apologise for that, because since that day, i purposely ignored your messages, rejected your phone call, but deep down in my heart, i want to reply, i wanted to pick it up. Just that my foolishly mind control over, and i just press the button to reject your calls. I still remembered that when we are in school, the moment we saw each other, we will wave/smile to each other, or even say “hi” now no more, and i don’t get to have the chance anymore because i graduated, but you still there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hey, i am sorry, can we go back to the past?&amp;nbsp; i know i am being foolish, cause i can never ever turn back the time to last year anymore, but i really hope you accept it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are my purely reason why i went for the Course and come back, i am back is to see you, look at you, i really hope that we can go back to the past. i don’t believe in anything called Horoscope, i just believe in what i can achieve.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like you, i fall for you, i miss you, really&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3869374083150306281?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3869374083150306281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3869374083150306281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/commitment.html' title='commitment'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7826960686685558569</id><published>2010-02-12T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:55:11.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>WOw, recently i am sleeping late, but waking up early to either go HQ for Parade training or competition preparation, or go unit, reach home late, but have to prepare for more things, so sleep around 6 am but wake up either is 9am or 12pm. Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently lost my voice during to training, have to complete with voices in the drill shed because of raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, by the way, my coordinators not that bad after all, haha, they are quite socialable, funny, joker, and they understand people, unlike what we used to think of them that they are unreasonable. haha, so yup, they are kind soul afterall, haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7826960686685558569?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7826960686685558569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7826960686685558569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/lack-of-sleep.html' title='lack of sleep'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8506082964537017459</id><published>2010-02-04T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:33:00.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buy it, or dont care it</title><content type='html'>i am still thinking of what's the point of explaining everything clearly when the opposite won't even buy your story or reason, they will just said "oh, lame excuses/the problems can be avoided right??" and don't care about you, why do we really go to that very extend to explain in the first place, might as well shut up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they don't buy your reason, might as well keep quiet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, people, have you every heard of a employer (worker) asking a employee (boss) on "why were you late??? " it just some sort of disrespect. Well, think the employer are simply, no respect at all, might as well sack him, to save trouble, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say abit of today Parade (NPAP) training, quite a lot of casualty, because of the HEAT that they are feeling giddy etc, maybe i didn't ask them to drink water before forming up, perhaps it is my fault. i will make sure they hydrate before forming up. Other than that, they drills are ........... yup, u know what i mean. Got to push them hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well see ya,&lt;br /&gt;later need to report in the morning to HTA&lt;br /&gt;sign off 02.32AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8506082964537017459?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8506082964537017459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8506082964537017459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/buy-it-or-dont-care-it.html' title='buy it, or dont care it'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4624218496841545345</id><published>2010-02-03T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:54:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUsying</title><content type='html'>sorry reader for not updating as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been busy&lt;br /&gt;busy with what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At HQ (Home Team Academy) preparing Campcraft Competition Logistics, after that is NPCC annual Parade training (trainer, most probably as Contingent Commander too), then actual Campcraft Competition Logistic team (i suppose), follow-ed by Singapore Youth Festival ( trainer, i guess, then marching Contingent of Ngee Ann Poly), last but not least maybe have National Day Parade to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that i will only be free at July (for awhile) September - October, and after Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;look like i am fully booked by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~see ya 03.54AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4624218496841545345?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4624218496841545345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4624218496841545345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/busying.html' title='BUsying'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-614049711220819892</id><published>2010-01-22T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:35:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK AT THE TIME OF THIS POST</title><content type='html'>well, people, i am sorry for not updating this blog for weeks, ya&lt;br /&gt;is because i am too busy with my stuffs, examples like, preparing lectures, uniform, lessons, etc&lt;br /&gt;it just made me no time to update ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is a random post, so pardon me&lt;br /&gt;and i should be sleeping at this time when later i got training to attend to&lt;br /&gt;haiz, need to prepare my stuffs first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after that getting my 'O' level result, saw Mr Tan and Mr Ho at Lot 1, talked to them, Mr Tan advise me to take the course i like, which whether they are more 'Bengs" in the course or not, just go to the course i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Ho, typical Mr Ho, still disturbing me until now, --.-- save things like "hey, how u and ur ex???" my answer to him is "which ex u refering to??" haha&lt;br /&gt;and he complaints about blog -.- he said that students are a bored to just blog only on their school days, what they did, it is just like repeating the show over and over again, nothing interest, well, i kinda agreed to it, so ya, BLOGGERs, please post something meaningful in your blog to interest the reader, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sign off now 02.35AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-614049711220819892?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/614049711220819892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/614049711220819892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-time-of-this-post.html' title='LOOK AT THE TIME OF THIS POST'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4033176618031949692</id><published>2010-01-05T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:26:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this week is a busy week for me&lt;br /&gt;Go to HQ, training, chalet, orientation, training, orientation, BBQ,&lt;br /&gt;totally no time for me to breath, haha&lt;br /&gt;well, wont be online so early, will online after 8pm if i get home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, see ya soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4033176618031949692?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4033176618031949692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4033176618031949692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy.html' title='BUSY!!!'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2591702349809169619</id><published>2010-01-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:32:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2010&lt;br /&gt;to each and every people out there, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;what is my new year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;dont tell you, i will keep it as a secret, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2591702349809169619?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2591702349809169619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2591702349809169619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!!'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6886138457164192863</id><published>2009-12-30T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:15:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my holidays are gone, HAHA</title><content type='html'>Hmm, i am back from course and camp, haha, enjoyed my one week break, and i started training already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now praying that my posting will be posted to where i wanted, if to somewhere else, i think i only have thursday free because, monday, wednesday and friday will be going to my posted school, and tuesday to my old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy guy huh, can say so, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6886138457164192863?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6886138457164192863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6886138457164192863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-holidays-are-gone-haha.html' title='my holidays are gone, HAHA'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-688973895616699376</id><published>2009-11-24T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:33:20.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of Holidays</title><content type='html'>ok ok, one more week to go before i booking in. Sad Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i book in, got to let go of some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got more things to do for Dec to April. BBQ date still not finalised yet, Unit structure, e.t.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, think this will be another short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-688973895616699376?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/688973895616699376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/688973895616699376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-week-of-holidays.html' title='Last Week of Holidays'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8783784207433050592</id><published>2009-11-20T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:09:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>wow, after a long period of exams, exams, and exams, finally 'O's had finished. WWOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 17 nov, had our graduation nights, photos taken with me by my camera had already uploaded on my facebook ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this post a short and sweet, i now left with 1 week of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, Swiss open house will be on this sat, which is tomorrow, 21 nov 2009, hope to see you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8783784207433050592?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8783784207433050592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8783784207433050592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2048054083537410725</id><published>2009-07-12T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:45:02.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOday today</title><content type='html'>Well, today supposed to have a match with Wan's friends (which i dont really play match with them , as they are not my standard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today still have  a mini-match with people from outside play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st match, performance still not bad, althought i didnt score any goals, but all my shots were just above the crossbar or just beside the poles .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd match, improved, 3 goals, all were just outside the penalty box, and i created a penalty for my team. Which i tried to shoot a long shot, was on target, but Farid suddenly used his hand to block the shot away, so resulted in a PENALTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, this and that of relax, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i finally started to find the back of the net already, improving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2048054083537410725?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2048054083537410725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2048054083537410725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-today.html' title='TOday today'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8594445650102159803</id><published>2009-07-10T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:25:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>cannot find my house keys,&lt;br /&gt;keep finding it in school,&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;br /&gt;missing&lt;br /&gt;missing&lt;br /&gt;missing&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;wait, i guess i left it at home before i leave my house this morning&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;ah huh,&lt;br /&gt;i really left it at home .&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;tomorrow my brother graduating&lt;br /&gt;AND also my GCE 'O' level Mother Tongue Oral Examination&lt;br /&gt;can someone save me, i dont mind if it is a last minute save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8594445650102159803?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8594445650102159803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8594445650102159803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-201790890072474870</id><published>2009-06-30T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:45:57.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think you really know me??</title><content type='html'>do you really think that you know me enough???&lt;br /&gt;what i can say is just like last time&lt;br /&gt;this world there's only jun qi, my bro, zoe and rauf knows me better than any of you&lt;br /&gt;what you knows is just the general things&lt;br /&gt;so dont assume anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you - refers to general you, it can be anyone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had adapted to a policy&lt;br /&gt;which is&lt;br /&gt;if i hate you&lt;br /&gt;means that i really hate you,&lt;br /&gt;no ways to escape from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently dragged to some sort of things&lt;br /&gt;complicated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-201790890072474870?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/201790890072474870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/201790890072474870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-you-really-know-me.html' title='think you really know me??'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8066244872905980211</id><published>2009-06-28T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:41:49.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>Being a leader - I think one should be antagonistic to one's underlings. It keeps them on their toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopens this coming monday&lt;br /&gt;done all your homework??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you choose to ignore , what else can i do ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8066244872905980211?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8066244872905980211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8066244872905980211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-598432679037582270</id><published>2009-06-23T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:25:24.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ / Chalet??</title><content type='html'>Currently me, ah boy and siang yuan are planning for the BBQ at september holidays, details are not finalised yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha , acutally today have nothing to post about, just that today is today , LOL&lt;br /&gt;Just very tired thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will you give me a chance ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-598432679037582270?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/598432679037582270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/598432679037582270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bbq-chalet.html' title='BBQ / Chalet??'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-593073481133172177</id><published>2009-06-19T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:52:25.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to post-ing</title><content type='html'>Well, people do change , change for the better or change for the worse&lt;br /&gt;I?&lt;br /&gt;I also change , from the past , i was like a happy-go-lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;but now , i am just like &lt;strong&gt;amagai shuusuke - sad and miserable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always sad and miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago , you did asked me about that question , well up to now , i still cannot find an answer to it .&lt;br /&gt;My answer to you that time was " maybe they are free on holidays??"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is the real answer after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psp crash , keep on black screen , cant really play already , need to go servicing&lt;br /&gt;NEED MONEY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-593073481133172177?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/593073481133172177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/593073481133172177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-post-ing.html' title='back to post-ing'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6487994521548438917</id><published>2009-06-11T05:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:44:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i last posted, about 18 days??&lt;br /&gt;Alright, look at the time of the post, it is somewhere 5.34am, which means that one of my friends currently on the plane now, who is going to Japan for his holidays with his family.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's see, last year i was supposed to go Taiwan alone, but due to some problems, i can't go, so when will my trip to overseas been made?? End of this year? or next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays starting soon, but with piles of homework need to be done, oh well, can i called it holidays? or free-from-school-but-homework-days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM emphasize(wonder if i spelled it correctly or not, please correct me if i really spelled wrongly) careful on what you are going to blog on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the date now&lt;br /&gt;need to start engine on studying already, really&lt;br /&gt;no time to lose,&lt;br /&gt;another 5 more months, sec 4E/5N will be finding ourselves in graduation night, and soon, graduate from Swiss Cottage already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;next post: i am not the old me anymore, and regards to "your" question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6487994521548438917?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6487994521548438917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6487994521548438917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time_11.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8091918754711126310</id><published>2009-06-11T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:35:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8091918754711126310?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8091918754711126310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8091918754711126310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-131512902675019908</id><published>2009-05-25T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:21:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying??? or leaving???</title><content type='html'>Wow, recently i needs to come up with a decision fast.&lt;br /&gt;Just like one of my favourite United player, Carlos Tevez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we alike in the situation??&lt;br /&gt;He is happy with the life in England and United, and he hope to stay in United forever. But United still haven make a move to keep him.&lt;br /&gt;While i, is happy with my current club, settled in fast, have good friends on the pitch with some of them, but, i , have offers from other club to attract me to, a place for me to develop more, but i want to stay, just like how Tevez wants to stay in United&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-131512902675019908?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/131512902675019908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/131512902675019908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/staying-or-leaving.html' title='staying??? or leaving???'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1023337023275378427</id><published>2009-05-21T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:29:34.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best brother</title><content type='html'>When was the last time i blogged???&lt;br /&gt;Quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just to blog something short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Topic is, my brother&lt;br /&gt;He never fail to stop helping me when i needs help&lt;br /&gt;He always advise me to do this or that&lt;br /&gt;He is the one that always can tolerate my temper&lt;br /&gt;He always control my anger&lt;br /&gt;Always guilding me&lt;br /&gt;My best brother ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1023337023275378427?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1023337023275378427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1023337023275378427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-brother.html' title='Best brother'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7808870369490122368</id><published>2009-05-01T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:22:16.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Hot</title><content type='html'>After days and weeks of missing in action,&lt;br /&gt;i am back here again. haha&lt;br /&gt;Well, will keep it short for this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) last week, got my medal back from my father during morning assembly&lt;br /&gt;2nd) Exams is coming up, which is next week!!! Father used my term of 'war'&lt;br /&gt;3rd) my eyes is burning hot&lt;br /&gt;4th) todays is 1st of May, you didnt make it on time, it marks the end of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7808870369490122368?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7808870369490122368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7808870369490122368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/burning-hot.html' title='Burning Hot'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2636600553857119949</id><published>2009-03-28T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:06:58.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT DAY, SWISS OWNS ALL</title><content type='html'>NUS-NPCC Annual Air Rifle Competition held in the morning to afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second detail for my team (team 1, consisted of members, Razmil, Shawn, Me, and Tham) and same for the other team (team 2, consisted of memebers, Hong boon, Jeremy, Timothy, and Shi Wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of nervous on shooting the competition's card, cause scare will shoot losuily, but after my 8th shot on my 4th card, i decided to treat it as a game, just play play only, cause that shot went out of the marks point, but my last few save my ass, haha, i got a bulleyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, waited for our result to be out before we went to eat out breakfast. Our breakfast also our lunch. Mr Hoon came today before going for his camp. Results are out, Shawn was the top scorer, followed by Razmil, then Jeremy. I wasnt surprised that i wasnt top 3 cause i treat is as play play only. I ended up 6th for 2 details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat, then off to Westmall to accompany Shawn collect his archery stuffs sent over from United States of America. Me, Tham and Razmil went to Jurong Point to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 3 passed the time to meet up, so we rushed by taking Taxi. The moment we reached CDANS, we didnt took the lift, we ran up the stairs, rushing for the awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the Taxi, Tham and me thinking of how we should enter the range. Our thoughts came up of "we wearing big coat, wear sunglasses, like push open the range doors, walk in like 'god of gambler' " HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before prize presentatiion, was speech from Commandant of NPCC and OC of NUS-NPCC. After that proceeded with prize presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this year competition, WE owns most of the possible awards that we can get, let me tell u what we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my team:&lt;br /&gt;                        Overall team champion&lt;br /&gt;                        Shawn - top scorer&lt;br /&gt;                        Razmil - 2nd top scorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For team 2 :  Overall 1st runner-up&lt;br /&gt;                        Jeremy - 3rd top scorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, for my team again, WE won the best performance award which is the Challenge Shield, had our school crest craved on it, and we are the first school to appear on it. Next year we will be defending it and champion. WE finally won back what is belonged to ours, AND AND, i got my revenge back on MONTFORT SEC, its a personal revenge, beat u guys, made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter that, we went to play Laser Quest for 30mins, i paid first 20 mins for them which cost overall about $42, then the last 10 mins they paid themselves. We played team match, which is accordingly to the rifle team, team 1 vs team 2 (3 vs 3, razmil and timothy went back, so didnt joined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 20 mins, my team (team 1) thrashed team 2, score of 1525 to 584&lt;br /&gt;top scorer was Shawn, then Tham then me&lt;br /&gt;Next 10 mins, we changed team, me, tham and hong boon one team vs the rest of the remaining 3.&lt;br /&gt;Score of 724 to 510, my team lost,&lt;br /&gt;top scorer was Jeremy, then me then Shi Wei&lt;br /&gt;After the game, me and Tham were very tired, cant catch our breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photos will be up on friendster and facebook before uploading here, and it will be on the next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2636600553857119949?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2636600553857119949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2636600553857119949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-day-swiss-owns-all.html' title='GREAT DAY, SWISS OWNS ALL'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1940560460233592153</id><published>2009-03-23T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:33:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great day</title><content type='html'>Realised how long have i been posting since my last post??&lt;br /&gt;About 14 days??&lt;br /&gt;I just saw i had a post, which i didnt post,&lt;br /&gt;well, thats actually nothing, just some emotional post,&lt;br /&gt;better dont post it, if not readers will start to say i emotional again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yesterday wasnt a good day actually,&lt;br /&gt;went for flag day, at Jurong East there.&lt;br /&gt;After all, what i can remember was got two women,&lt;br /&gt;aged around 17-20&lt;br /&gt;gave me a huge impression on them&lt;br /&gt;as one of them is sweet and cute&lt;br /&gt;while the other is sweet and pretty&lt;br /&gt;both of them are separated person, meaning they are not friends, they are stranger to one another&lt;br /&gt;both of them walked up to me, smile at me, and i smile back, and they drop lots of coins in my tin&lt;br /&gt;but, sadly, they are attacted&lt;br /&gt;still cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;LET ME STAY AT THAT DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, wow&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED A FREE-KICK&lt;br /&gt;scored a free-kick not so impressed right&lt;br /&gt;but i am a right-footed,&lt;br /&gt;i scored a free-kick with a left leg,&lt;br /&gt;meaning, i take the free-kick with my left leg.&lt;br /&gt;The 'keeper arranged the wall already,&lt;br /&gt;and i kick it with left leg,&lt;br /&gt;the ball curl to the far post, top corner, and went in&lt;br /&gt;'keeper just simply stood down there and watch the ball curl in,&lt;br /&gt;even if he try to save, also cant make the save,&lt;br /&gt;cause it curve too much already, and the ball was fast enough&lt;br /&gt;and everyone said that was a good kick, good take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, think thats all for today (22 March 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1940560460233592153?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1940560460233592153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1940560460233592153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-great-day.html' title='What a great day'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-738586138345401593</id><published>2009-03-09T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:00:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>await</title><content type='html'>wow, this thursday wont be in school&lt;br /&gt;as i got a hospital appointment to go&lt;br /&gt;basically it is just a check up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor told me during last session that if i had a relapse&lt;br /&gt;i need to go back before my appointed date&lt;br /&gt;which i had a relapse last week&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt go back early&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i am playing with life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-738586138345401593?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/738586138345401593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/738586138345401593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/await.html' title='await'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6482322845992503208</id><published>2009-03-07T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:08:03.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday did pegging&lt;br /&gt;and had a competiton with razmil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both held 3 pegs&lt;br /&gt;Ran up to 3rd storey, down to 2nd, up to 3rd and down to 1st floor to peg&lt;br /&gt;up again to 3rd storey, down to 2nd, up to 3rd and down to 1st to peg the last peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way i was leading him&lt;br /&gt;after pegging 8 pegs altogether (including the 2 which i compete with razmil)&lt;br /&gt;i was totally dead beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, my mouse have a bit of problems already&lt;br /&gt;hard to click it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6482322845992503208?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6482322845992503208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6482322845992503208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-post-again.html' title='Random post again'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8267332200760831252</id><published>2009-03-04T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:32:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why everything that i wanted doesnt happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Why things that i fear always happened&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, maybe u are right&lt;br /&gt;looks like every things in the world owe me a lot&lt;br /&gt;i want every thing to go accordingly to what i wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;how to change away from that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i ask Rauf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why everything that i wanted doesnt happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Why things that i fear always happened&lt;br /&gt;He simply asked me to go suicide&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him back "If you want to suicide, you needs a lot of courage to go to that step and jump off the building, but since u have the courage to suicide, WHY not have the courage to live on instead of ending your life, Since you have the courage to live on, WHY not live it to the fullest. But why are there so many things not happened to you nicely??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can answer me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Chinese saying, 有缘无分&lt;br /&gt;means we're not meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;this is what i told 'loy just now&lt;br /&gt;and he said i emotional (emo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simply, today and days ago, i am not my normal self,&lt;br /&gt;i am emo-ing, lack of something in my life&lt;br /&gt;so pardon me when i emo-ing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8267332200760831252?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8267332200760831252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8267332200760831252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5918137669174774544</id><published>2009-02-28T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:36:35.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's great</title><content type='html'>What a great friday it was&lt;br /&gt;why do i say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after every bit of bits in the school,&lt;br /&gt;went to west mall with co.&lt;br /&gt;and before departing there&lt;br /&gt;i lost my bandana and headband&lt;br /&gt;i only realised it after i alight the MRT at CCK&lt;br /&gt;isnt it great enough??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5918137669174774544?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5918137669174774544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5918137669174774544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-great.html' title='It&apos;s great'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3253374853054889770</id><published>2009-02-25T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:44:11.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>this post is all about 'YOU'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now at burger king, aloy was viewing my images, and he asked me this, who is this person?? she looked somehow familiar. After that, things were flashing back, and recalling back to the past. And that person is none other than 'YOU' i know u might not come here as u did last time already, but i would post this, and hope u will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment aloy showed me the photo, i saw that u were smiling happily, just like ur msn display picture, that was an urge for me to sent u a message of, "hi, how are you recently??? long time never message u already, about 6 months ???" but u should know my character, i dont dare to sent it out. To be frank i wish that i was still in the past, past of everyday right after school, i would disapppear immediately, not back home, but to some place special. Spent my time there until late night, and catch the last bus home. Some times, i even take a taxi back home, because it was already midnight, no more bus services. I had never regretted about going there, spent 1 hour plus going there, and 1 hour plus coming back, never regretted about my transport fees, never regretted about my family members scolding, and their questioning of "why u come back home so late, and still wearing ur uniform" really never ever regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althought it was just a short one month plus, i really enjoying it, maybe thats my fate, not my luck to have it carry on. No need to feel sorry or anything, i still kicking alive. Just a smile will do. Sometimes when i go find my brother, how i wish that i would see u somewhere there, but what will i do when i saw u?? Hide at one corner to peep at you??? or just walk pass you as if i dont know who u are. BUt i really wish to see you in person than seeing ur msn display picture. Hope that your life is better already, i wont be there for you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time that i received ur message, i was burst to tears, tears of joy of u are free already, can lead a better life than last time or tears of saddness that i am having, having someone left me, at that moment, i felt lost. I quitted my soccer team. My coach, team-mates, all adviced me not to quit because of that, and they did give me a chance, but i let them down, i left the team in the end. Month and months after i realised that once it is gone, it is really gone, i went back to my coach and said that i am really for the team, i would want to join again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time when u keep apologising in every of ur messages sent to me, i knew that thats the end already. i was so foolish to reply you that "its okay, let us just be friends, okay??" and "once gone, is gone already, no need to apologize, cause it wont undo everything, just be normal friends" you want to know what i actually wanted to say??? what i wantt to say was "HEy!! I really dont want to be separated, i dont wnat to be friends, i want this to be forever, i really serious" but i did not type this and sent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt let me down, it was i, I who let myself down. Maybe what i did is stil not enough for u, 24/7 stand by for you, maybe that is not enough, so u actually no need to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i miss those time, i miss you the most, and i still missing you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Few months later, until i saw "YOU" i totally forget about the past for that moment u are within my sight. You are the one, that can release me from it. I realised that u are slowly coming into my memory, taking up spaces, which i dont mind. you are the person that i wanted to spent my time with now, but can i??? will i have the chance??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess that i am starting to fell deep down already, deeply into liking you or even loving you. But isnt it weird for me to say that? Some how i dont think i will stand any chances, right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If i really do stand any chances, will you please tell me, dont show to me, as i not good in realising chances until i missed it, and i will start to regret. I'm changed now, all because of you. A lot people asked me, why u suddenly changed so much, last time, you used to be late, used to be famous for being late, now u are so early, before morning assembly, we can see you in the school already. I tell them, it wasnt i who changed myself, someone else did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She told me that you are a good girl, which i dont want to harm your life with my name, i was not a good person, i was a bad guy, bad guy who drinks but never smoke, bad guy with name covering my ass when there is trouble, bad guy that u look at my contact book at my phone, mostly those contacts are people who are older than me, with jail/criminal records. But if i changed to a better person, will i have the chance from you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I missed it that time, and i really regret and emotional about it. i dont want to miss any more things. Do i stand a chance?? Will you give me a chance to show it??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i found myself more and more fond of you already, will i be given a chance??? will you give me a chance ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/4609526451588941342-3253374853054889770?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3253374853054889770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3253374853054889770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2355377539234899278</id><published>2009-02-25T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:58:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serious of Act Part 2</title><content type='html'>Childish art part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm,&lt;br /&gt;act 2 is that&lt;br /&gt;wants to control people freedom&lt;br /&gt;restrict people doing this or that&lt;br /&gt;GOD of Laughter&lt;br /&gt;god of laughter??&lt;br /&gt;oh my goddness man&lt;br /&gt;look into the mirror for reflection kay?&lt;br /&gt;and reflect about urself&lt;br /&gt;DAre to write&lt;br /&gt;but Dont dare to admit&lt;br /&gt;why being so secretive?&lt;br /&gt;and why must it be so sensative,&lt;br /&gt;know more friends doesnt mean have an affair outside&lt;br /&gt;get complains from others,&lt;br /&gt;first thing first&lt;br /&gt;is sky will turn dark&lt;br /&gt;thunder will sound, lightning will strike, sky will cry&lt;br /&gt;THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for part 3.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2355377539234899278?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;introduction - refering to people here, guess who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants to rule over the entire place&lt;br /&gt;wants to control people, in an other word psycho&lt;br /&gt;psycho them to do what u want, what u like, hate what u hate&lt;br /&gt;no freedom for them (his/her friends)&lt;br /&gt;easily to manlipulate them (his/her friends) easily&lt;br /&gt;never think with brain, but with ass&lt;br /&gt;if dont like that person, will make sure other people also dont like that person,&lt;br /&gt;even psycho the person that person like or like that person&lt;br /&gt;make people buy her story instead of others&lt;br /&gt;make people do her favourite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for part 2 coming up...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1510650215984727114?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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it</title><content type='html'>kau jie,&lt;br /&gt;why u always help ur friends in needs when u ownself also need to solve ur own problems&lt;br /&gt;you think u have a lot of hands to help&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;u only have one pair of hand&lt;br /&gt;solve ur own problems before helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why i always help friends first?&lt;br /&gt;Rauf told me that i am mature in that stands&lt;br /&gt;is it really true??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4966575172982197930?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4966575172982197930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4966575172982197930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-help-it.html' title='cant help it'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6488860458568181150</id><published>2009-02-15T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:16:56.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENT OFF!!</title><content type='html'>thank you ref. for letting me sees a red card&lt;br /&gt;i was given a red card straight on my face&lt;br /&gt;and he sent me off&lt;br /&gt;point to the locker room&lt;br /&gt;and tell me to get lost&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;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2am and the rain is falling&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/4609526451588941342-6488860458568181150?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6488860458568181150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6488860458568181150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sent-off.html' title='SENT OFF!!'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3040601646736928784</id><published>2009-02-12T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:06:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new member</title><content type='html'>since this monday, it had been days that my house is filled with baby's cry&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;thats my baby 'sister'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of her&lt;br /&gt;i have a new room to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;which is the LIVING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;captain of living room.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided not to post a POST out, because reader will write on my board that it will be another long emo post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3040601646736928784?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3040601646736928784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3040601646736928784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-member.html' title='new member'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-439753210476451361</id><published>2009-02-09T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:26:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCKBUSTER</title><content type='html'>LATER in about 14hours time&lt;br /&gt;theres going to be a blockbuster derby match between&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Cottage and Hong Kah&lt;br /&gt;let us wish the Swiss all the best.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i fell ill again.&lt;br /&gt;this time round worse than the previous&lt;br /&gt;fever, headache as ususal&lt;br /&gt;bit of flu (think 'someone' passed it to me o0)&lt;br /&gt;sore throat&lt;br /&gt;and every morning i cough out blood (throat infection or lung infection)&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;OH MY&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to see a doctor&lt;br /&gt;doubts that i will make it to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's assembly program&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Investiture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i did something on friday which contaminated myself -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-439753210476451361?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/439753210476451361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/439753210476451361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/blockbuster.html' title='BLOCKBUSTER'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-580524631251786572</id><published>2009-02-07T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:40:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT</title><content type='html'>sometimes i recalling back to the past&lt;br /&gt;the past of my life&lt;br /&gt;where there's a lot of things happened&lt;br /&gt;which are peaceful than now&lt;br /&gt;can u give me a time machine to go back to the past&lt;br /&gt;i know it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;i regret&lt;br /&gt;what can i do&lt;br /&gt;nothing but to carry on with life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u think i was the care-free person u ever seen&lt;br /&gt;think again&lt;br /&gt;u sure i dont have any problems&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the past me anymore&lt;br /&gt;the person who hack care, solve problems, and live happily everyday&lt;br /&gt;live to the fullness&lt;br /&gt;i was the person which have a lot of problems now&lt;br /&gt;all the problems seem to be charging at one at one shot&lt;br /&gt;i cant breathe&lt;br /&gt;not even with the inhaler or oxygen been given to me&lt;br /&gt;i cant hack care everything and pretend eveything never took place before&lt;br /&gt;cause it is a form of escape&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPING&lt;br /&gt;i am escaping everything now&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school dont let me do it&lt;br /&gt;my teachers dont allow (some of u knows what it is)&lt;br /&gt;where is demoractic in this world&lt;br /&gt;in singapore&lt;br /&gt;what is called human rights&lt;br /&gt;its suck&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to HIM (someone in the class)&lt;br /&gt;last year you said that i dont have any friends&lt;br /&gt;u go and think clearly&lt;br /&gt;how many friends do i actually have&lt;br /&gt;after the incident took place at 6 years ago&lt;br /&gt;i had already decided not to keep so many friends&lt;br /&gt;as i know they will one day backstab u&lt;br /&gt;so i DARE to say that my friends in this class is not so many now&lt;br /&gt;but they are those reliable friends which i made&lt;br /&gt;not like u, use some other rubbish thing to make friends&lt;br /&gt;they will not be ur trueful friends in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;why do u have so many friends&lt;br /&gt;when one day they will backstab u&lt;br /&gt;or u backstab them&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;why u dont want to know them more before making them as ur friends&lt;br /&gt;when they backstab u&lt;br /&gt;u will cry&lt;br /&gt;thinking back why 'i' trust 'him' so much&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;no use crying over it&lt;br /&gt;if crying can solve this and that&lt;br /&gt;i would cry over everything&lt;br /&gt;every problem i face&lt;br /&gt;because it is no use&lt;br /&gt;just face it&lt;br /&gt;know them wisely before making them as friends&lt;br /&gt;u wont regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends in THIS class only aloy, naufal, rauf, nadiah, theron, bo hui, zhong wei, guan hao.&lt;br /&gt;the rest are just classmates to me&lt;br /&gt;they dont affect me much&lt;br /&gt;i dont care them&lt;br /&gt;unless they did something to me&lt;br /&gt;which i know who&lt;br /&gt;if u did something behind my back&lt;br /&gt;include talking bad about me&lt;br /&gt;i telling u this&lt;br /&gt;dont let me have a chance to get back on u&lt;br /&gt;u will surely get more than what u gave me&lt;br /&gt;i will surely give u what u deserve&lt;br /&gt;i am not a good person to be pushed around with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u think i am noisy in class&lt;br /&gt;think again&lt;br /&gt;my words came out from my mouth is to make my friends laugh&lt;br /&gt;more cheerful&lt;br /&gt;unlike urs&lt;br /&gt;to irritate people only&lt;br /&gt;u know what&lt;br /&gt;u ARE the REAL noisy perosn in there&lt;br /&gt;althought my ffriends complain that i am noisy&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;did they laugh&lt;br /&gt;did they smile&lt;br /&gt;thats what i doing&lt;br /&gt;thats my purpose in it&lt;br /&gt;think after all only my friends know me more&lt;br /&gt;the most is my 8-9years friend, RAUF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what for with so many friends when they will stab u&lt;br /&gt;i will definatly laugh at u&lt;br /&gt;u suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really want to go back to the past&lt;br /&gt;and walk the journey all over again&lt;br /&gt;not to escape from my own problems to solve&lt;br /&gt;be the same old me again when i was in primary sch&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;one day i will grow up&lt;br /&gt;i will change&lt;br /&gt;change to another person&lt;br /&gt;not to the old me again&lt;br /&gt;so what&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is good to be old-self than new-self right&lt;br /&gt;u may say i am childish&lt;br /&gt;but if u really go think about it&lt;br /&gt;u might agree with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i go back and walk all over again&lt;br /&gt;i really regret&lt;br /&gt;i had already regreted for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;i want to put a STOP to everything now&lt;br /&gt;i am not strong anymore&lt;br /&gt;one strong wind blow&lt;br /&gt;i will be blown off&lt;br /&gt;i wont be like last time still standing there strongly&lt;br /&gt;i am weak now&lt;br /&gt;maybe what i can do now is to stop being so perssismistic&lt;br /&gt;get a-long with it&lt;br /&gt;i will find a better day&lt;br /&gt;i want to............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-580524631251786572?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/580524631251786572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/580524631251786572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-what.html' title='SO WHAT'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2191005475800793474</id><published>2009-02-03T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:55:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE THINKING, ALWAYS</title><content type='html'>when you see a cup with half filled,&lt;br /&gt;it is not half empty&lt;br /&gt;it is half full&lt;br /&gt;think that it is half full&lt;br /&gt;not that it is half empty&lt;br /&gt;think in a positive way&lt;br /&gt;many things in life are almost related to the concept of it&lt;br /&gt;have a positive thinking&lt;br /&gt;have a positive life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2191005475800793474?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2191005475800793474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2191005475800793474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-thinking-always.html' title='POSITIVE THINKING, ALWAYS'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8884094168736010587</id><published>2009-01-31T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:02:45.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>This will be a random post, abit about me, since not a lot people know me quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.In this school, the best and longest buddy with i have is called RAUF, 8years of friendship, going 9years soon&lt;br /&gt;.I am no longer the 6years ago me, i am the changed person, i wanted to changed back to last time, but how.&lt;br /&gt;.He's Waiting for the 'SPECIAL ONE' with the 'SPECIAL KEY'&lt;br /&gt;.He's Waiting for the day to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8884094168736010587?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8884094168736010587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8884094168736010587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2321968713587332241</id><published>2009-01-26T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:43:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 'Niu' YEAR</title><content type='html'>Wow, today did nothing for the whole day, from 9.35am onwards to 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by 'someone' again&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i am not complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3pm, went to clean up my computer table&lt;br /&gt;tough job, as in need to carry my computer and printer here and there to clean the table&lt;br /&gt;after that at about 5pm, went out to buy some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;but when i reached the destination, it was already closed. WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went off to grandma's house to eat reunion dinner&lt;br /&gt;left grandma's house at 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went  home, for awhile later,&lt;br /&gt;jun qi called me to go out. Meet him at plaza, then waited for pin han, and walk around bukit panjang. We came across one place where they are celebrating chinese new year, they have this thing say "we are counting down to new year, to welcome the Cai Shen" after they ended this, jun qi and pin han say they have welcome the Cai Shen long ago. I asked them where, when and who?? they answer with HERE, Almost everyday, and YOU. i was like WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, we accompany jun qi for his 187 bus to go home, he came out with an crazy/mad sentence wanted me to ask my father. Which goes like this, "Dad, where is my Shou Yi???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shou yi - refers to chinese people who have died, wore it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2321968713587332241?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2321968713587332241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2321968713587332241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niu-year.html' title='Happy &apos;Niu&apos; YEAR'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2520966397250154469</id><published>2009-01-24T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:55:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK</title><content type='html'>Due to 'someone' complains that chinese is difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to comeback here to blog an english post&lt;br /&gt;but chinese blog still on&lt;br /&gt;i will still be blogging there&lt;br /&gt;so check it out people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its being days that i wake up much early than my previous time&lt;br /&gt;want to know why&lt;br /&gt;its because 'someone' came to wake me  up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;disturbing my sleep&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;kidding only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday school having a Chinese New Year's celebration&lt;br /&gt;the whole celebration i can say not bad&lt;br /&gt;almost the same as last year&lt;br /&gt;but there's a joke among mdm tang, mr shashi, 5N1/2 people&lt;br /&gt;its a big and funny joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2520966397250154469?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2520966397250154469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2520966397250154469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3369083756984707515</id><published>2008-12-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:44:49.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>最后一个POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wretch.cc/blog/heilingquan&lt;br /&gt;是我的最新的部落格&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3369083756984707515?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3369083756984707515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3369083756984707515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7879357403699441315</id><published>2008-12-09T01:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:30:17.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最進比較忙</title><content type='html'>我看過了這幾天後&lt;br /&gt;我會比較忙&lt;br /&gt;忙些什麼東西呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是忙著做工和看戲了&lt;br /&gt;看什麼戲呢&lt;br /&gt;就是在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每逢周一直五晚上十點在[Channel V]的&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;我愛黑澀會&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每逢禮拜五晚上十點在民視/禮拜六晚上十一點在八大的&lt;br /&gt;[霹靂MIT ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還有一個偶像劇&lt;br /&gt;那就是&lt;br /&gt;每逢禮拜天晚上十點在華視的&lt;br /&gt;[王子看見二公主]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這些對我來說是非看不可的&lt;br /&gt;哈哈&lt;br /&gt;如果你也要看的話&lt;br /&gt;就記得它的播出時間和幾時&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7879357403699441315?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7879357403699441315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7879357403699441315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_09.html' title='最進比較忙'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6665632337150370986</id><published>2008-12-07T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:53:51.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>師傅, 徒弟對不起您</title><content type='html'>今天原本打算做工到六點多的&lt;br /&gt;不過有點累&lt;br /&gt;所以我就想跟SHI HUI和DANIEL 一起回的&lt;br /&gt;可是我打卡後&lt;br /&gt;他們已經在巴士上了&lt;br /&gt;我想回去繼續做工的&lt;br /&gt;可是因為打了卡&lt;br /&gt;沒辦法只好回家了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了家後&lt;br /&gt;我一直睡覺&lt;br /&gt;這你可知道我有多沒的累了吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我覺得我有點對不起我的師傅 (BING BING)&lt;br /&gt;因為我第一個星期都比他早走&lt;br /&gt;沒關係&lt;br /&gt;我在這幾個星期就做到很晚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天聽到了師傅說我還滿勤勞的&lt;br /&gt;因為他說&lt;br /&gt;我在這兩個星期來&lt;br /&gt;都跟他做ＬＯＧ　ＣＡＫＥ到很晚&lt;br /&gt;有時還到晚上八點呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這三個星期來&lt;br /&gt;我學了很多東西&lt;br /&gt;學會了怎麼樣做LOG CAKE&lt;br /&gt;學會了在工廠只能相信自己&lt;br /&gt;還有別的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就這樣&lt;br /&gt;我就要離開那裡了&lt;br /&gt;時間過得真快啊 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的部門&lt;br /&gt;我認識了許多朋友比如說有我的師傅 BING BING，ＦＵ　ＬＯＮＧ，ＧＡＯ　ＭＩＡＯ，ＹＩ　ＰＩＮＧ　（小不點），ＡＨ　ＹＡＮ，ＣＨＥＮ　ＬＡＩ，ＪＥＲＲＥＭＹ　（ＸＩＡＯ　ＦＵ　 ＬＯＮＧ），ＪＥＮＮＹ，ＪＯＨＮＮＹ，ＡＬＢＥＲＴ，ＧＡＲＹ&lt;br /&gt;還有一個阿姨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有機會的話&lt;br /&gt;師傅，ＦＵ　ＬＯＮＧ，ＧＡＯ　ＭＩＡＯ，ＹＩ　ＰＩＮＧ　（小不點），ＡＨ　ＹＡＮ，ＣＨＥＮ　ＬＡＩ，ＪＥＲＲＥＭＹ　（ＸＩＡＯ　ＦＵ　ＬＯＮＧ）&lt;br /&gt;一年之後&lt;br /&gt;我們在ＰＯＬＡＲ見&lt;br /&gt;不然的話&lt;br /&gt;就在中國還是台灣見&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;保持聯絡喔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6665632337150370986?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6665632337150370986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6665632337150370986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_07.html' title='師傅, 徒弟對不起您'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7249068015552175183</id><published>2008-12-06T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:20:50.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的第两百个POST</title><content type='html'>我想我已經找到了為什麼我去年會突然暈到了&lt;br /&gt;我想是可能我有一種病&lt;br /&gt;叫做梅尼埃病&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它會讓我頓時聽不到&lt;br /&gt;還是聽不清楚&lt;br /&gt;還是暈到&lt;br /&gt;還有其它的症狀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7249068015552175183?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7249068015552175183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7249068015552175183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/post.html' title='我的第两百个POST'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2381405643904961566</id><published>2008-12-01T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:29:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>累啊</title><content type='html'>就這樣, 一個星期又過了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終於啊&lt;br /&gt;不用再去國大了&lt;br /&gt;一直到明年的二月份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期五&lt;br /&gt;我没去做工&lt;br /&gt;因為要去買些烤肉需要的東西及食物&lt;br /&gt;烤完後&lt;br /&gt;我,BEN, KANGWEI, THAM, 還有 JIEHAO走路回家&lt;br /&gt;JIEHAO先到家&lt;br /&gt;才到ＫＡＮＧＷＥＩ&lt;br /&gt;過後&lt;br /&gt;我，ＢＥＮ還有ＴＨＡＭ&lt;br /&gt;去ＢＰＰ的麥當勞買 ＭＥＧＡ　ＭＡＣ吃&lt;br /&gt;因為我們的肚子還是很餓&lt;br /&gt;可是吃完後&lt;br /&gt;我還是就得餓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大概兩點多吧&lt;br /&gt;早上兩點多哦&lt;br /&gt;我們才回家&lt;br /&gt;到家了&lt;br /&gt;眼睛快張不開了&lt;br /&gt;所以我趕快衝個涼&lt;br /&gt;吹幹了頭髮後&lt;br /&gt;我就去睡覺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睡了大概兩個鐘頭後&lt;br /&gt;我便起身去做工了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2381405643904961566?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2381405643904961566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2381405643904961566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='累啊'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5675684161625067363</id><published>2008-11-25T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:15:01.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>難啊</title><content type='html'>工作難做啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天一個人說老闆說如果我今天沒出現的話&lt;br /&gt;我就永遠不用來了&lt;br /&gt;可是我問了很多人&lt;br /&gt;都沒人說老闆有這麼說過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;算了&lt;br /&gt;別管她&lt;br /&gt;我工作比她用工，勤勞就可以了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你那麼醜&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5675684161625067363?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5675684161625067363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5675684161625067363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_25.html' title='難啊'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8906883124248911025</id><published>2008-11-14T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:55:57.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>出國</title><content type='html'>今早&lt;br /&gt;我姐坐飛機去泰國了&lt;br /&gt;過不久就是我媽她也要飛去泰國了&lt;br /&gt;就連我爸&lt;br /&gt;他也要出國了&lt;br /&gt;可是他和我姐她們不一樣&lt;br /&gt;他要飛去中國&lt;br /&gt;還沒跟我說他幾時要飛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用說了&lt;br /&gt;我大概是明年年頭會飛去台灣&lt;br /&gt;那我家只省下我哥他沒打算要出國&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要剪頭髮了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8906883124248911025?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8906883124248911025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8906883124248911025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_14.html' title='出國'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1264368151653881757</id><published>2008-11-02T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:05:11.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>終於可以休息了</title><content type='html'>划船課已經完了，&lt;br /&gt;烤肉會也已經過了，&lt;br /&gt;這個星期要回去國大復診三天也都過了，&lt;br /&gt;下一次是兩個星期後才要回去復診，&lt;br /&gt;所以現在可以休息 。&lt;br /&gt;一個忙碌的星期就這樣過了 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到了你剪了新的發行，&lt;br /&gt;我有一種衝動立刻想去剪一剪頭髮。&lt;br /&gt;不過我看啊，&lt;br /&gt;也是時候我該去剪掉這個溜海的發行了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1264368151653881757?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1264368151653881757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1264368151653881757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='終於可以休息了'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7605088069357718069</id><published>2008-10-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:21:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忙碌</title><content type='html'>呒，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我这个星期会很忙&lt;br /&gt;因为我听周杰伦的我很忙。&lt;br /&gt;没有啦，&lt;br /&gt;是因为我在星期二和三会去划船的课&lt;br /&gt;然后要去国大（医院）一整天。&lt;br /&gt;在29号晚上， 我要去烤肉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好忙哦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原住民好热情啊&lt;br /&gt;花生省魔述&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7605088069357718069?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7605088069357718069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7605088069357718069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_28.html' title='忙碌'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4461429861652654887</id><published>2008-10-25T23:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:34:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不, 完美</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;詞/林燕岑 曲/李玖哲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你常常說 我很完美 沒人能取代 我給的一切&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我就以為 我努力更完美 我們 就會永遠&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;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽 你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰 我的完美也只是 不完美&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;&lt;p&gt;後來你說 我太完美 值得更好的 陪在我身邊&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你不是我 你怎麼能體會 你有 多麼珍貴 &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;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽 你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰 我的完美也只是 不完美&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;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽 你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰 我的完美成了罪&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;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽 你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰 我的完美也只是 不完美&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4461429861652654887?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4461429861652654887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4461429861652654887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_25.html' title='不, 完美'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1169686475518852174</id><published>2008-10-24T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:55:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>猴子</title><content type='html'>星期一-猴子穿新衣&lt;br /&gt;星期二-猴子肚子饿&lt;br /&gt;星期三-猴子去爬山&lt;br /&gt;星期四-猴子去考试&lt;br /&gt;星期五-猴子去跳舞&lt;br /&gt;星期六-猴子去斗六&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天,我又刚好看到你UPDATE了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1169686475518852174?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1169686475518852174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1169686475518852174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_24.html' title='猴子'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7976788895059949354</id><published>2008-10-19T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:56:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是....</title><content type='html'>好饿啊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚才晚饭时, 我吃了三人份的食物.&lt;br /&gt;我吃了一碗面,&lt;br /&gt;两包饭,&lt;br /&gt;一会儿又吃葡萄, 哈哈&lt;br /&gt;吃了这么多食物,&lt;br /&gt;我还是觉得好饿啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有没有食物给我吃吗????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的好难找啊.&lt;br /&gt;你几时才会上线呢??&lt;br /&gt;可能这是命运吧???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7976788895059949354?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7976788895059949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7976788895059949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_19.html' title='我是....'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4627231994728960291</id><published>2008-10-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:51:34.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>是逃学吗</title><content type='html'>终于一个星期的课程完了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在那一个星期的课程, 我有两天没去学校, 可以算是逃学吧.&lt;br /&gt;我的课程是关于烹饪. 在课程的第一天, 觉得好无聊, 好想马上回家. 之后开始觉得还不错.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剩下最后的一个星期的课程了!!! 就到了暑假. 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我好想正在走好运, 一进你的网络日记就看到你刚UPDATE呢, 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想找一个理想亲人是这么的难啊&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4627231994728960291?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4627231994728960291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4627231994728960291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_18.html' title='是逃学吗'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6714589575505080709</id><published>2008-10-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:49:10.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>座右铭</title><content type='html'>最近我没来UPDATE我的部落格是因为我懒惰, 再加上我在用笔记电脑所以没有来UPDATE, 请谅解, 谢谢.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久前, 我正在网上看"我愛黑澀會"时, 她们正好正在谈谈她们的座右铭是什么. 所以我想把我的座右铭写在这里给大家看和知道.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的座右铭是: 做自己, 只要开心就好&lt;br /&gt;为什么我会把那句话当成我的座右铭是因为在你的人生吗, 你会遭受到大大小小的挫折, 你会做别人心目中的你, 所以啊我想到了做你自己就好, 做你自己的风格, 不要做别人心目中的你, 只要自己开开心心就好了. 人生就像一场戏, 人生只能活一次, 开开心心的过完着一生, 不要有遗憾, 做你自己想要做的你.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还有好几个座右铭, 如果有空的话, 我会一一的把它们給写出来, 那么你的座右铭又是什么呢???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6714589575505080709?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6714589575505080709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6714589575505080709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_13.html' title='座右铭'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3902274791358108402</id><published>2008-10-12T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:40:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROONEY</title><content type='html'>今天我会长话短说. 哈哈. 昨天没什么事发生. 那今天呢???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天早上, 我没去踢球是因为我懒惰. 一直到了下午时, 我接到了CHRIS 的简讯. 他问我要不要去踢球, 那我答应了, 做车去那个地点. 换了鞋就进去场地了. 没想到我看见ROONEY. 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今天的表现可以算是还好. 在那场友谊赛, 差一点我的脚就断了. 因为有个人从我的身边攻击过来, 还好我躲了, 不过还是被他把我弄倒在地, 那顿时间, 我觉得好痛, 不过一会儿就没那么痛了. 幸好我的脚没断. 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了, 明天还要回学校上一些课程. 好无聊/闲啊 :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新加坡是个人间地域/监牢.&lt;br /&gt;它没什么可以发展的.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3902274791358108402?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3902274791358108402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3902274791358108402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_12.html' title='ROONEY'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2478913371176709444</id><published>2008-10-10T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:56:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>电影戏票</title><content type='html'>昨天晚上, 我姐给了我两张电影戏票. 那两张是可以用来看你想要看的戏, 重点来了, 你可以用它来看免费的电影. 可是我不懂要看什么戏, 因为没有一部吸引我. 算了, 我等多几个月后再做打算. 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近我在听周杰倫的新歌. 叫做稻香&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌词是:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢繼續往前走&lt;br /&gt;為什麼人要這麼的脆弱 墮落&lt;br /&gt;請你打開電視看看&lt;br /&gt;多少人為生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;我們是不是該知足&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;br /&gt;還記得你說家是唯一的城堡　&lt;br /&gt;隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑　&lt;br /&gt;鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;回家吧　回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;不要這麼容易就想放棄　就像我說的&lt;br /&gt;追不到的夢想　換個夢不就得了&lt;br /&gt;為自己的人生鮮艷上色　&lt;br /&gt;先把愛塗上喜歡的顏色&lt;br /&gt;笑一個吧　功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;讓自己快樂快樂這才叫做意義&lt;br /&gt;童年的紙飛機　現在終於飛回我手裡&lt;br /&gt;所謂的那快樂　赤腳在田裡追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了　誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;我靠著稻草人 吹著風 唱著歌 睡著了&lt;br /&gt;哦　哦　午後吉他在蟲鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;哦　哦　陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-2478913371176709444?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2478913371176709444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2478913371176709444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_10.html' title='电影戏票'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5626715791418831648</id><published>2008-10-09T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:30:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>终于考完了</title><content type='html'>就在今天, 二零零八年十月九日, 上午九点三十分, 正式宣布会考终于考完了. 现在就像是在天空上飞行, 多么的自由自在的飞来飞去, 没有压力, 没有阻碍, 多自由啊. 哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;之后就去庆祝一下, 没想到一转眼, 我错过了时间, 急忙的赶回家, 还好有ZHI HUI 在, 他说他也要回家,而且我们住得很靠近对方, 也是很顺路, 所以他让我做霸王车. 哈哈, 他人好好哦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到家之后, 马上换件衣服, 再把一些东西放进书包里, 然后在大雨来临之前赶快的出家门, 去WESTMALL教ZOE帳戶的原則. 到了那里, 进去BURGER KING, 找到了她, 便坐下来教她.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了大概是四点半,我们便离开那里了, 回家去. 我在巴士上睡着. 幸好我到站的时候及时起来, 不然的话, 我就会坐过站了. 幸好. 哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在只能说声"我好累啊, 好想睡一个好觉, 一睡到天亮啊!!!!!" 可能我等一会儿才去睡吧.....&lt;br /&gt;对了, 我的网络日记剩下点点的修改才完毕, 那就是那张照片. 可能等我起来后才去弄.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5626715791418831648?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5626715791418831648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5626715791418831648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_09.html' title='终于考完了'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-46075804466827080</id><published>2008-10-08T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:51:01.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>抱歉</title><content type='html'>对不起, 正在改建我的部落格, 明天才会完成它.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的很抱歉.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-46075804466827080?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/46075804466827080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/46075804466827080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_5910.html' title='抱歉'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-955474536310356886</id><published>2008-10-08T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:01:19.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好大的一场雨</title><content type='html'>刚才我在睡午觉的时候, 外面正在下着一场大雨. 雷声好大声, 把我整个人给吵醒. 雷声就像是在打仗时的那个爆炸声, Ping bomb的一直响. 就连你把门窗都给关上, 你还是可以听得到, 还是一样的大声.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我醒来之后, 看见家里的窗都没关上, 我就去把一个个的窗都给关上. 看见住在我家的表妹因为雷声而害怕及无法入睡, 我便去哄她入睡.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后我就在雷电交加的下午用我的电脑, 看看一些娱乐节目.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来今天就到这里了, 要去准备明天的考卷了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-955474536310356886?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/955474536310356886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/955474536310356886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_08.html' title='好大的一场雨'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8602644508879042680</id><published>2008-10-07T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:51:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快要考完了</title><content type='html'>我的会考快要考完了, 好开心喔.&lt;br /&gt;刚才我跟颜文说了一句话, 那就是"只要敖过这段时间, 如果明年可以回来读中五, 就可以成一条好汗" 他的反应就是"哇, 好深奥哦", 没有什么深不深奥的, 过后我就回家了. 当我在巴士我看到了杰伦, 和他一起回家因为我們的家很靠近彼此的家. 我們一路上都在说我們的课外活动, 还有为什么我会这么早可一看到他.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久,到我家了那么我就先上去. 到家后, 什么都没有做, 一直到四点多钟, 我出去买点东西, 然后我就在这里了, 哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暑假快要到了, 不知道要做些, 想要去打工又不知道要打什么工才好. 有了工, 又没有人陪我.&lt;br /&gt;到地做什么才好呢??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8602644508879042680?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8602644508879042680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8602644508879042680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='快要考完了'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7692887358253063217</id><published>2008-10-06T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:51:35.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第一次</title><content type='html'>大家好,&lt;br /&gt;会不会大吃一惊呀??&lt;br /&gt;这是我第一次用中文在我的部落格,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我好开心, 终于让我等到这一天, 终于看见你上线, 可是不是在MSN里, 而是在你的部落格, 网路日记. 看到你POST 了个新的POST, 终于给我等到了, 好开心呀. 哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近我学到一个东西, 那就是, 言语无法形容的是词穷. 哈哈, 如果你有一个朋友说一句话比如说, "这个是语言上无法形容, 只能比好" 那么你就可以说他是词穷了. 哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不只我现在是这么了???&lt;br /&gt;好想是开心过度???&lt;br /&gt;期待着下一次你来上线或者在你的部落格/网路日记.&lt;br /&gt;再见了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7692887358253063217?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7692887358253063217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7692887358253063217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/msn.html' title='第一次'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6262275111096205754</id><published>2008-10-05T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:04:55.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, what i want to say here??? Let me think???&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today went out with Chao, saw a girl, quite nice looking, but she with her friend, a ******, censored it just in case people think that i am so bad, dont worry, it is not a vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her at Popular, after that at Swensen, then at a Pet's shop. Stood outside drinking some milk product, so were Chao. We were talking about her and her friend, we came out with an idea of this&lt;br /&gt;Before she and her friend leaves the shop, we faster drink the milk product, so when she and her friend leaves, we pretend to faint, with the white thing coming out from our mouth, white thing is white foam, haha, pretend we really faint. The objective is to disturb her friend not her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, we kept on standing outside, facing them, talking about her friend living with the rabbits. Soon later, they came out, and walked to our place. Me and Chao kept laughing, but try not to make it too obvious, but obviously we didnt carry out our plan, no time to do it, cause we were laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend stood behind us, and talked about something, which related to the us, and the rabbit, obviously saying something positive, not negative. Chao kept on saying that her friend said me cute, e.t.c, that time i was drinking the milk product, the moment i heard this, i almost vomit out, and making the white foam, 白沫, then i turned at look at her, not her friend, that moment wwwooootttt, like flying. She was short, cute, and pretty, about our age, but i was too shy to know her, so we walked back home, so were they, OH MY GOD, chance wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, she was like WOW, so hard to find this kind of girl, she was like my ideal perfect person i was searching for, so now, i know that plaza do have pretty girls, somemore is to my standard, so i will go there camp for the next time for our fate meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想现在去台弯.  多想能立刻看见你&lt;br /&gt;多想可以看见你上网, 那么可以和你聊天&lt;br /&gt;我就心满意足了.&lt;br /&gt;问题是可不可以???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6262275111096205754?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6262275111096205754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6262275111096205754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm-what-i-want-to-say-here-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5532953277768049404</id><published>2008-10-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:09:40.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of sidelined, i am back on the pitch, but still having ligament problems, which need op to solve it. First time back, team with hong ming, against aloy and his team, which mostly from my first XI and some subs. 10 goals set a winning team, 8 goals from hong ming, 1 from "chickey" and 1 from ME haha, what a way to return back on the pitch, one on one with the keeper, keeper came out, and i shoot it off, and goal. Last goal of the game was from me, i picked up a lose corner, and dribble up, met with aloy, but i managed to dribble passed him, up to the corner line, managed to pull it back, cross a low ball, went between the keeper legs, and to hong ming to finish the shot, what a way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i dont want to study in SG anymore, i want to go Taiwan study, what i need to find is a school and a place to stay, before i can go there to study, yeah. Hope i can go there to study soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5532953277768049404?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5532953277768049404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5532953277768049404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-back-after-month-of-sidelined-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5961627877450271624</id><published>2008-10-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:01:44.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now, this little person called "jack" msn of &lt;a href="mailto:s9524985a@hotmail.com"&gt;s9524985a@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; want to play gangster with me. Said that i disturb his friend, he claim to be from 369, but come to think of that, you think i care where u from, dont even dare to say out ur name, no pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess your name must be Tom, DICK, or harry. (take note of the cap. word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to play with me?? i know both black and white, from other countries. No chance for you in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a waste of my time to entertain u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5961627877450271624?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5961627877450271624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5961627877450271624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-now-this-little-person-called-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-345820986180536143</id><published>2008-09-30T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:49:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back. Wow, my chemistry MCQ scored about 15-17 marks out of 20, why i say about is because i changed some answers, and didnt write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my holidays mood, oh no, that's bad, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's few things i wanted to do during holidays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Dutch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holidays at Taiwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Dancing (Breaking,Popping)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn profit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;currently, the above are the ones that i want to do during holidays.  Think that's all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-345820986180536143?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/345820986180536143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/345820986180536143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1157374120408946888</id><published>2008-09-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:43:30.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends are so difficult to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there are something as in words coming towards me about my friends, i wont say who, and i wont say it out to others. Mostly all negative, which made me hard to trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finally i dropped my idea of gaming straight after school. When i was at the bus-stop intent to take bus home, i suddenly realised that i got something need to  hand in, so i went back to school. Reached school, didnt manage to find my form-teacher, i headed down to canteen and i saw Kiat Wee and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun told me that the Sec 4 Basketball boys having a Study Camp today, and they are mugging, so i sat down i mug with them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near 5+, Mr Gan asked me to play basketball. I had been months to years time never touch basketball already. Managed to score one, but was very tired, by the way, my team got me and Chester, and Mr Gan's team got him and Hui Luak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, WE (Me, Shaun, Kiat Wee, Chester, Jia Hao, Hui Luak, Yu Feng, Zhen Zhi, Damien, Justin and Mr Gan) went out to eat our dinner, and we talk cock down there, after that me, Shaun and Kiat Wee headed to MRT to head back home, then the rest headed back school for the Study camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1157374120408946888?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1157374120408946888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1157374120408946888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-are-so-difficult-to-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7996182865903796663</id><published>2008-09-25T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:51:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Truth"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word alone have been penatrated my mind for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;While, some truth which i knew/discover can be good&lt;br /&gt;or they can be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i would think back that if i never learn about the truth, will i get to know all this??&lt;br /&gt;It is bugging me. Don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Regret"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this word suit me the best, ever thinking of why?? Let me tell you this, i am the man who REGRET of some things, what things which i regretted??&lt;br /&gt;Which was recently i had been thinking back, whether my departure to you (a group of friends) all is a good or a bad thing. Today, i learnt another truth, indeed, my departure made you shock, cause it just happened out of a slit second, but all i done, is for you all, not for me, maybe you can call me stubborn or self-fish. Well, i hope to get reunion with you all, but i dont know how, maybe i will just let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a fan favourite, i was never a like, i was never a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;I was forever a Cheater, i was forever a hatre, i was forever a bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a fan favourite, but the question is how??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7996182865903796663?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7996182865903796663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7996182865903796663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth-this-word-alone-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1213819536345097449</id><published>2008-09-24T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:35:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back to action, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, me and Mr Ho been talking about "Saving People" and we concluded that there are going to have a nice show at the end of this year, which he called it " Goodbye Swiss Cottage" while i later changed it to "Farewell in a few weeks time" then i found it not nice, so i changed again to "New Adventure Starts In Few Weeks Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days nothing really much happened, just that yesterday went to dine out with Sherman again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realised how much i had changed in 4 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should i do??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1213819536345097449?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1213819536345097449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1213819536345097449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back-to-action-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4317451330175048055</id><published>2008-09-19T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:00:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday nothing much happened, so lets not talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, got back some of the prelims result, some passed some failed, well, i can say that it is expected. Slack at the bus-stop opposite blk 336 with Shi Hui, after our D&amp;amp;T lessons. Slack at there for about 1hour plus. We from very little people, sit at there until a lot of people, then from a lot of people to very little of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, used laptop until evening time, then went out to meet Sherman at our school backgate bus-stop. Waited for him at there,  then went off to Westmall's Pastamania to eat. Reached there, found out that it was full house, no space, so we walked to a coffee shop to eat, BOTAK JONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate finished, we walked to the Community Centre's Macdonald there slack. Until about 11pm, we walked from there back to Gombak, and i took MRT back home. Simply nothing much happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, both of my ligaments are spoiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4317451330175048055?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4317451330175048055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4317451330175048055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-nothing-much-happened-so-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1963906303445031809</id><published>2008-09-17T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:02:11.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second post of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEkNxII4zI/AAAAAAAAADI/e70segzHwrs/s1600-h/Image(237).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247014859807712050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEkNxII4zI/AAAAAAAAADI/e70segzHwrs/s320/Image(237).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my birthday cake, by Zoe and Xinying (Thanks, i really love it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016776327673170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl9UuGtVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z0nUuwln6hc/s320/Image(236).jpg" /&gt;OMG, taken by Zoe ( i dont look nice in this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl9uk9p0I/AAAAAAAAADY/AS7LsVOdbUI/s1600-h/Image(238).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016783268652866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl9uk9p0I/AAAAAAAAADY/AS7LsVOdbUI/s320/Image(238).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoe's share ( didnt manage to snap Xinying's share)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl9zDCAJI/AAAAAAAAADg/dhM4QBvsYxw/s1600-h/Image(239).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016784468508818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl9zDCAJI/AAAAAAAAADg/dhM4QBvsYxw/s320/Image(239).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl99EaKrI/AAAAAAAAADo/R2O3HuCPY9Y/s1600-h/Image(240).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016787158641330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl99EaKrI/AAAAAAAAADo/R2O3HuCPY9Y/s320/Image(240).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine (isnt it nice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl-NSStlI/AAAAAAAAADw/rBTrxqMEeuI/s1600-h/Image(241).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247016791511840338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEl-NSStlI/AAAAAAAAADw/rBTrxqMEeuI/s320/Image(241).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-UHtbpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kBTjD3L14ow/s1600-h/Image(244).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017892858130066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-UHtbpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kBTjD3L14ow/s320/Image(244).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-tVmdMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7TgfZtxDinU/s1600-h/Image(245).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017899627279554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-tVmdMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7TgfZtxDinU/s320/Image(245).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another snap of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017890340427938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-KvcWKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gonjw52V7mc/s320/Image(243).jpg" /&gt;That's the last slice left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-2OeVJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qIxw3LjJ64A/s1600-h/Image(246).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017902013306002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm-2OeVJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qIxw3LjJ64A/s320/Image(246).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my plate&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm_K8VD3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/f98lkxG3dWU/s1600-h/Image(247).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017907574345586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEm_K8VD3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/f98lkxG3dWU/s320/Image(247).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the cake's plate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019110151420994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEoFK5C_EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h50RLzFGLJA/s320/Image(242).jpg" /&gt;That's Zoe and Xinying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the cake which u two bought it, i love and enjoy it very much, and it was my first time celebrate my birthday with cake.  Thank you, Zoe and Xinying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the presents from Yiying, Shermain and Debbie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the wishing people, thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year, first person to sms a "happy birthday" wasnt Chien Han, but it was Ye kai, first to message, and the time was just one minute passed 00 00hr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First person to wish me in friendster was Li San, haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First person to wish me in Msn was Xinying and Zoe (same time, haha) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First person to wish me in person was Mr Ho? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's more, Sangaree, Daniel ker, Sadesh, Sherman, Shermain, Yiying, Debbie, Rishipal, Djalil, Ben, Cassandra, Naufal, Nayaggan, Rauf, and many more, haha, sorry that i cant list all of them, cause i had been suffering from STM now. Sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1963906303445031809?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1963906303445031809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1963906303445031809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SNEkNxII4zI/AAAAAAAAADI/e70segzHwrs/s72-c/Image(237).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-909420391183180471</id><published>2008-09-17T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:35:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mr chris</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me tells you about what i did on today's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, last prelim paper, Subject: D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study for the paper, got a lot of questions didn't do, and got one of the question i wrote a marvellous answer in my life which the answer was "don't know" Haha, marvellous right, haha, no one ever dare to do this, yet i did that, i am the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now back to the topic of today, where everyone know what is the day of today, it is someone birthday, WHO??? Guess yourself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, tell you whose, u go to my tagboard and figure out xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 16 of Sep 2008, went in the afternoon, i earned $10+ just in a treat, after that went off to Westmall to meet Zoe and Xinying at Pastamania. Reached there around 1.30pm, initially i was meeting them at 3pm, since i was early, i got nothing to do, so i went up to library to find some books to read, Wait a minute, did i just say i was early??? First time right??? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At library, for about one hour, suddenly someone walked towards me, i turned and looked who was that, it's my son, Khairul, there's some funny things going on between us, i will reveal some, the rest will be kept as secret, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;Son: Hey, what u doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, what u doing here???&lt;br /&gt;Son: I asked u first&lt;br /&gt;Me: You answer me first&lt;br /&gt;Son: No, i asked u first, so u should answer me first&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm your father, so u should answer first&lt;br /&gt;Son: So what u doing here???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then what u doing here??&lt;br /&gt;Son: Waiting for friends??&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about you??&lt;br /&gt;Son: I asked u, and u asked me back the same question, ZZzz&lt;br /&gt;Son: Answer me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Gave up in asking* Yup, waiting for friends, you??&lt;br /&gt;Son: I'm waiting for friend too&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dont lie, where's your friend??&lt;br /&gt;Son: I told you, i am waiting&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's your friend??&lt;br /&gt;Son: Zzz, told you i am waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;Me: Him?? Gay?&lt;br /&gt;Son: Then what about you? Where's your friends???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Son: Okay&lt;br /&gt;~a moment later&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your friend is here&lt;br /&gt;Son: Where?? I cant see him&lt;br /&gt;Me: There, walking towards us&lt;br /&gt;Son: Oh, saw him already, he too short&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zzz&lt;br /&gt;~then we 3 were going to leave the library, just this moment, i saw xinying, and she was like stared at me for a min, then realised who am i. Haha, expected. She turned and walked towards Zoe, then i follow suit, stand behind Zoe, Xinying told her that Kaujie was here. Zoe turned and stared at me, about a min later, she then know who am i, Zzz, they were like shocked to see me at library, then they said, "i thought we going to meet you at 3??"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Oh, then pretend u all haven saw me yet, bye" *i walked out of the library*&lt;br /&gt;Found Son and his friend outside the library, then we at there chat. Near 3pm, i went down to Pastamania to check whether Zoe and Xinying at there already or not, but when i reached there, there were no sign of them, so i went in to Westmall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Son and his friend again, walked around with them, talk some more crap, then when they were about to leave, there was a guy just walk pass us, and he talked about some obscene thing on the phone, then Son and his friend started to be obscene, i didnt join in, too obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About passed 3pm, i left to Pastamania, and i saw them at there already, so went in to eat. Inside, a while later, i saw Son and his friend, so i went out, to ask what was their problem, haha, after few attempts, i managed to drive them away. So i went in to order food and ate my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole meal, i kept looking outside, to check whether they got called any CI which i knew to surprise me, but in the end, there wasn't any sight of them, so i carried on my meal. Xinying kept on want to test me about Jun Qi was here, but i ddint fall for it, in fact, Zoe fell for it, haha, she kept on looking outside when XinYing said "Jun Qi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went into Westmall, then walked around. At Swensen there, i thought they got called some special guest, so i waited outside. Awhile later, Zoe came and asked me to go in, so i went in with a feeling of they got some surprises. Half way through, i checked, no sight of any special guest, so we went to one table and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe left the table, and i asked Xinying where she going, she told me that Zoe went to toilet, then i turned and saw her at the counter. LOL. After awhile, Zoe came back, then i asked Zoe that she went to toilet or counter? Xinying said she went to counter to ask for toilet. Zzzz, then Zoe kept on apologising. Dont know why she kept apologising, then i started to get some suspicious feelings. I thought the whole Swensen was some sort of prank done by them, as in they book the whole place, and they people there might be their relatives or some calefare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, suddenly they burst to laugher, then a guy, i guess he was the Swensen's manager, stands beside me, and a girl with a cake beside the other side, so that moment i knew what's going on. Then the manager ask about my name, i said "call me Chris" then later they sang birthday song, "they" refers to Zoe, Xinying, the manager, and the girl. Ate the cake, snapped photos, then we went off from Swensen. Outside Harvey Norman, Xinying thought got touch-screen computers, so she went in to try. Me and Zoe laugh at her that we knew there wasnt any touch-screen computers, later on, Zoe tried to disturb her with the "touch-screen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went down, and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, early in the morning, in the bus, i saw Mr Ho, he talked rubbish with me, and again with his "fate" which i should said it as "fade" LOL, then he reminded me of my decision made, which led me to recall something, so i told him this "today is a great day for me, dont screw it" then he kept on laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, after before morning assembly, received presents from YiYing, Debbie and Shermain, thanks for the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to pay my debts with Sherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paper, me, sherman and Sadesh all set to go out eat in the morning, so we were discussing what to eat. There came Cassandra, she said that today is my birthday so she doesnt want me to pay up for the class photo. How kind of her right, our class monitress, but i still pay for it as i scare i might forget it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, Sherman, and Sadesh went off to CCK Lot 1 to eat, eat what? Pastamania. At there, we ordered pastas, pizza, combos, drinks, all add up to a cost of $50+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At there we talked crap, then later Sadesh went off, so me and sherman went to walk around at Lot 1, soon later we also left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there some more i wanted to said, but will say it in the next post. Catch it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-909420391183180471?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/909420391183180471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/909420391183180471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-let-me-tells-you-about-what-i-did.html' title='happy birthday mr chris'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3157372236017416419</id><published>2008-09-15T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:52:23.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, my blog is partcially complete, left a bit of touching. Touching as in editing, not use your hands to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a bad day for me, just that i thought i had recovered from groin injury, i suffered another groin injury again, so badly until i couldn't walk for a moment. Had a nap, not a nice one, because i made someone angry, out of my anger and tiredness. I woke up around 7+pm, and i check on my msn, and i found out that she wasn't angry anymore, *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to change my clothes and went to meet ben. After that, we walked to Plaza. At there, walked a few rounds, and he went to buy a thumbdrive. Later on, he said he wanted to eat dinner, so we walked to Macdonald. On our way there, i made a few lame remarks, which set you want to eat??? Mac-value lunch?? Mac-value Dinner??? Mac-value Breakfast??? Mac zinger??? Narsi Babi??? Pizza???? Fish mean combo???? Mac-value supper??? and some more lame remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt buy any set, so i bought a milkshake and he bought a mac-flurry. Went inside chat, talk cock, looked at "flowers" Around 11.36pm, we left and we went to interchange and waited for bus. Board the bus, went on loop, i missed my bus-stop, as i can alight when it loop-ed back. At the last stop of the loop service, the bus driver thought me and ben going to alight, so he stop the bus and open the door, but too bad, we were sitting on loop, sort of waste time?? After ben alighted, 2 more stops and i alighted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, eat, showered, used computer, browse through my maths file, and i went to bed. Listen to amber's song, and i had a dream, can say it is half good and half bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3157372236017416419?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3157372236017416419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3157372236017416419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-my-blog-is-partcially-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6979247842836684220</id><published>2008-09-15T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:21:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blog still under construction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back by the end of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6979247842836684220?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6979247842836684220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6979247842836684220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-still-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-450187624674852184</id><published>2008-09-15T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:40:50.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a late post for yesterday, and early post for today, i will give the details later on, just look out for the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some changes i am going to write out or put. Blogsking, posts, blog's song, wishlist. Just keep track with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am BACK once again, hope my computer wont crash again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-450187624674852184?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/450187624674852184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/450187624674852184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-this-is-late-post-for-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3615192282666202801</id><published>2008-09-12T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:38:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will be a last post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COM CRASH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon, please keep my blog alive by tagging, i wil reply it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-3615192282666202801?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3615192282666202801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3615192282666202801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-will-be-last-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1575090752093422450</id><published>2008-09-11T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:36:01.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today had Maths paper 1 and chemistry paper 3 and 4. After that went off with Sadesh. Alighted with him, and I accompanied him to wait for his bus to come before I  head to Plaza to buy my stuffs and tibits which I owes my sister as that time I ate up her tibits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought everything and I head back home. Walk the usual path which I always walk, and I saw a group of old ladies standing in the middle of the pavement near a block. I walked passed them, and I accidentally overheard their conversation. Which goes like this, "Got people jumped off the building just now" The moment when I heard this, I saw a police car parking at the car-park there. I looked around to check whether the police car and the old ladies conversation match together or not, at first I saw nothing around the surrounding, no sight of any dead body, blood or policeman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I was walking the path back home, I saw two police, they were like reporting things back to the HQ, then I saw a pool of &lt;span style="color:#ce0000;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, just nice, it was like just beside me only, because I need to walk that pavement, if not, I will be walking one big round. I went over to look at the blood, it was sort of dry already, but not so dry, it seems to be like the dead body had just been removed about one hour ago, and the suicide case happened about two hours ago, which the blood was a bit of dark in colour. After that I just carry on my way back home. &lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was totally disappointed with someone. She told me that she hates one kind of person, yet she now with that kind of person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere around this time last year, she told me that, and she said clearly that she hates them, one year later, she was with this kind of person, which I really disappointed in her. Have you really thought about it??? Thought about your words??? Or are you just lying?????&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;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only those people which knows me well know what I hate the most. Those people are, cody, yulin, edmund, yeshun, yefai, ji shen, and cheng chao. They know clearly that I hate people who lies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While a lot people hate people who backstab them, but I don't hate them so much as I hate those people who lies. People who backstab you can't cheat your feeling, your trust in them while people who lies cheat your feeling and your trust. &lt;strong&gt;WHY PEOPLE LIKE TO LIE SO MUCH, WHAT CAN THEY GAIN IN RETURNS??? FUN OR ENJOYMENT OR TEARS OR VULGARITIES OR HATES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIKES TO LIE TO PEOPLE SO OFTEN, I GUESS YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM ME, I HATE PEOPLE WHO LIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;谁来为我黄泉路上唱&lt;br /&gt;若我能死在你身旁&lt;br /&gt;也不枉来人世走这趟 &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#a3a3a3;"&gt;villain is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1575090752093422450?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1575090752093422450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1575090752093422450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-5101339641185632417</id><published>2008-09-10T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:11:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfHIOqinwI/AAAAAAAAABk/lQw0NDBXadI/s1600-h/Image%28214%29%5B43%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(214)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfHI0THqXI/AAAAAAAAABo/u3SGKJR8o34/Image%28214%29_thumb%5B41%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS0FI2mlI/AAAAAAAAABs/UPK8f3Kmr-M/s1600-h/Image%28217%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(217)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS0kIMnxI/AAAAAAAAABw/_fOw8DEMHdQ/Image%28217%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="284" height="214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Drawings done by my classmates&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS1tqmfKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QIOwl4En1eg/s1600-h/Image%28208%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(208)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS2el_C2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DR25NaKK6N0/Image%28208%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS2-e6oJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ds7AdSYkkFc/s1600-h/Image%28209%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(209)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS3giXXCI/AAAAAAAAACA/LdYtT87c2UY/Image%28209%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS4TLz9bI/AAAAAAAAACE/OVQlBFvv-pI/s1600-h/Image%28210%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(210)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS6OhlDfI/AAAAAAAAACI/eeSxKe8FEOo/Image%28210%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="219"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS62HfCXI/AAAAAAAAACM/HauY-ijBWy4/s1600-h/Image%28211%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(211)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS7mcpK3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gRIEG647kh4/Image%28211%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" height="222"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS8SrflXI/AAAAAAAAACU/n8VdY7G9Wkc/s1600-h/Image%28212%29%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(212)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS9FRJ58I/AAAAAAAAACY/8EdwF0Se95c/Image%28212%29_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="224"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spring cleaning &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS9-Pn14I/AAAAAAAAACc/4hE7mBAJZdA/s1600-h/Image%28225%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(225)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS-mWehmI/AAAAAAAAACg/00EWZyNmcYA/Image%28225%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="227"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS_DxCwnI/AAAAAAAAACk/9LdxWN1khJ8/s1600-h/Image%28224%29%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(224)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfS_wvZiLI/AAAAAAAAACo/y5Td4xXsi0c/Image%28224%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" height="228"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Macdonald studying. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfVgIg06-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zRwXa3lIrcs/s1600-h/Image%28228%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(228)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfTCEIBLXI/AAAAAAAAADA/unacnz0QK5A/Image%28228%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="229"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfTEVl_LMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y_Tja8JZ0do/s1600-h/Image%28229%29%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Image(229)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfTFCn-KTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sjEjgSLCcEU/Image%28229%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="232"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Swiss Chinese Orchestra, performing under my block &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-5101339641185632417?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5101339641185632417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/5101339641185632417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/chrischaikj/SMfHI0THqXI/AAAAAAAAABo/u3SGKJR8o34/s72-c/Image%28214%29_thumb%5B41%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7994655330961263145</id><published>2008-09-09T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:32:26.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nothing to write about what happened yesterday. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, after exam, me, Sadesh and Sherman been discussing about where should we head to to eat our breakfast. At first, Sadesh suggested that we should go to Bukit Panjang Plaza to eat our breakfast, as he said that there got lot of girls to look at. Later on, me and Sherman said that for what go Bukit Panjang Plaza, go Causeway eat, there got more choice, and more people to look. Sherman later added on, "So go eat what food??"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I said, "NO Mos Burger can already"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They suggested, "Lets go eat Pastamania"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I replied "I got not enough money" show them that I really got no money. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sadesh suggested go eat Subway at Bukit Panjang Plaza, Sherman don't know that Bukit Panjang Plaza got Subway, still asked me to double confirm. After that, we at the school back gate that bus-stop waiting for bus. We saw students inside the school looking outside, then Sherman said this, "What look look, haha, go home la. Bye, we going off to eat our BREAKFAST." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After awhile, our bus came, we boarded the bus, and sat down. About 2 minutes later, they asked around that that girl sitting in front is it KaiLing, haha, own classmate also don't know. Lol, after their thinking, then they said this "YA, how come we didn't saw her" -.- say her until she's like ghost. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In front of us was one uncle, age 60+. Sadesh disturbed him by saying that that uncle owns this bus, sit as if no one business, which his leg on the seat. He added that, if the uncle finds problem with him, he will throw his calculator at his face, make sure he die. Sherman was like "Wow, instant death??"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On our way there, we all still deciding whether to go Bukit Panjang Plaza or Causeway to eat, Sadesh came out with this "Hey, lets go Railway Mall to eat" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sherman was like "WTH!! Boarded this bus already, then you says you wants to go Bukit Timah."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Few minutes later, we reached Bukit Panjang Plaza, Sadesh alighted, me and Sherman still considering, but soon, we also alighted the bus, walked to Plaza. On our way there, we saw this old uncle, then Sadesh wants to disturb him, that old uncle walked pass us, Sadesh said "hey yo, ah pek" But the old uncle ignored him, then me and Sherman laughed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reached Plaza, walked to Subway, then we all have the same comment, which is, "bloody hell, never on the air-con"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Subway, look around awhile, then we went up, then Sherman asked Sadesh whether he wants to eat at KOPITIAM, so we went up, walked into the KOPITIAM, walked one round come out, then we decided to go Subway eat. At there, we were like throw our things on the table and chairs, then went to order the food. My first time at there eat, so I don't know what to order, so I just followed what they ordered. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sat down, talk cock, then Sadesh told Sherman that I got a new nickname, which is Roy Keane. Sherman asked him why that name, Sadesh replied that I managed Sunderland FC, then I said, call me Keano. Talked about this and that, about me and my past, talked about money, then talked about Geylang. Sherman told me that if I wants to go Geylang, need to be careful, not to get scratch by those people there, as will get HIV from there, thru blood. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, Sadesh said go up to library. Reached that storey, near library, Sherman walked to the door there stands, then the door never open, after that we check the opening time, which is 11am, we were sort of early, then we said, don't go library already, go home instead. Then we walked to the bus-stop, next to Plaza, that bus-stop where Sadesh can board the bus back home. We at there wait and wait, then they told me to take off my spectacles, so I took it off, awhile later they told me to wear back, they said that I got the Japanese boy look. -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soon, Sadesh bus came, he board, and I walked Sherman to the&amp;nbsp; bus-stop for him to board 187 back home, and I also headed back home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Once you leave, don't ever turn back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-7994655330961263145?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7994655330961263145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7994655330961263145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1231552660948779591</id><published>2008-09-07T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:39:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry people, I went missing in action again, and now, once again, I am back to action. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;2-4 Sep 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These few days was the actual 'N' level paper, Mother Tongue Paper 1 and 2 on the first day, Mother Tongue Paper 3 and Social Studies on the second day, and English Language Paper 1 and 2 on the last day. What I say for the papers is that, let's get ready for college. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Sep 2008 (Afternoon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was slacking at home, got permission from Li San to slack for 1.5 day. Didn't do anything much. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Sep 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Woke up, just nice the 1.5 day of slacking had finished, intend to study on my own, just when I on my notebook, someone called Jie Hao asked me to go Fajar's Mac to study. I agreed, as I promise to Li San that I will study. Went to Fajar's Mac, saw Jie Hao and someone else. That someone else was none other than my ex-NCO, Jie Hao's squadmate, Wei Ming, oh, that was totally a surprised, didn't know he will appear there to study, so hard working. Haha. After that, at around 5 plus, Wei Ming Sir left the place. At 6, me and Jie Hao set off to Lot 1 to eat our dinner at Pastamania. Reached there, went inside, and the person who served us, asked about how many people, I said two, and she pointed to the seats next to her. We walked towards the seats, and I saw someone waving at me, guess who that person was???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She is my classmate, Thippa, haha, I was so surprised to see her at there, and she was sitting just beside me, haha, When me and Jie Hao had eaten our food, Thippa had already left with her family, soon later, we also left. Walked around the mall, then we decided to go home. Walked to the interchange, and we crap at there for awhile while waiting for our bus. Here comes the worse part of my life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I saw my bus approaching, I hit Jie Hao to get my revenge, and I ran towards the queue, behind me was Jie Hao chasing. I overshot the queue, and I wanted to turn back and run towards the queue, I slipped and fell. My position was like sitting down, then I looked around, everyone was watching, I was like so embarrassed. After that, I can't stand up, why?? Because the fall trigger my last time injury at my leg, when I finally can stand up, I was like limping around the interchange. Waited for Jie Hao to go off first, as I just missed the bus, after he board it, I went to queue for the bus and off we go, go back home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Sep 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Woke up, as usual, slacking, Oh My Goodness, I was slacking again, Li San, scold me off NOW, if not I will continue to slack. Using both notebook and desktop until 6pm when I heard some noise coming from downstairs that Saujana Court. I knew they were preparing for the event which was going to be later on so I don't care much. About 15 minutes later, I heard some Orchestra music coming from behind, this make me surprised as the few years ago, they didn't invite any Orchestra people to come and perform, so I went to my windows to take a peek, and I saw familiar faces, and the shirt is so familiar. Just when I was thinking where did I saw it from, ms Lim walked towards them, then I knew at that moment, it was SWISS Chinese Orchestra. So I quickly search for people to accompany me go down to watch, couldn't find anyone but found one kind soul, name called Ben. I waited for him about 45 minutes, during the waiting, the Swiss Orchestra performed 4 Chopin. After that, then Ben reached. When I told him that they had performed, he was like WTH! So we went into the place to find seats to watch the other programs. Lucky for me, I can watch it at home, haha, and it was like grand stand, watch from above.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blah blah blah, the programs was all about Chinese performance. What I got from these programs was the pretty girls appearing at my presence again and again and again. Soon, during the last programs of the day, it started to drizzling, everyone started to evacuate the place, to a shelter place, but the dragon dance team still performing to the last. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that went to help the Orchestra people, then ben and I boarded the bus with the Orchestra people and went back SWISS. Reached SWISS at about 9.45pm. Help them carry the instruments back to the Orchestra's room. I carried the gong, haha, quite heavy but I still managed to carry it back to the room from the bus. Haha, I was strong right. After that, waited for the last person to leave the CCA then me and ben switched off the lights. Haha. While walking to the foyer, we saw any lights is on, we will switch it off. At the foyer, ms lim said still got some lights on, so me and ben walked around the school to check if all the lights was off or not. We started from foyer to canteen to sec 1 block, to sec 2 block, to CCA block to D&amp;amp;T block, lastly, back to foyer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The feeling we get from switching off the lights was, during our UNIT NPCC camp. We were like doing sole hike/buddy hike, haha. After that went off to meet up with ms lim at the foyer, then off to the main gate. Helped to lock the gate, it was the second time I did it. First time was during the unit camp at the beginning of the year. The other was now. Ben also helped to lock the gate. After that, we went to board the bus and off we go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the next block beside Ben's house, I saw boss under the block. Oh, didn't talk much, as I need to rush back home, to bath. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Sep 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today didn't did anything much, just message, and playing. Later will be studying. Tomorrow another week of exams, byes... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Once you leave, don't ever turn back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-1231552660948779591?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1231552660948779591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1231552660948779591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-3634329835902742772</id><published>2008-09-01T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:58:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi everyone, I am back to action once again. First of all, let me congratulate to my blog that it have just passed it's one year old birthday, okay, I sound sort of lame here. My apologies that I had not blog for about 1 week, it is because I do not have the time to do so. So now let me update to you about what I did for the past week, details might be missing, because I cannot recall so much happenings. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 26/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't went to school, in fact, I was at the hospital for my appointment, and the doctor said that I might need to be hospitalized for about 1 day to do some observation. Also, I finally cut my hair, and shave away my goatee. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing much after all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 27/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Returned back to school, what I can say for my day in school was just dream. Ever thought of why I will say it was just dream?? The reason is that I did nothing else but just sleep throughout the whole day. Only one lesson all my classmates can see me fully awake is Social Studies lesson. Okay, Social Studies lesson time, as usual, I need to go down HOD room to help carry things, I went down there, and saw Johnathan Tham at there sitting outside, suspended from class. Due to I was late for going down, I didn't talk much to Tham, so I went to phone Mdm Tang. Phoned a few times, she didn't answer, so I went to talk to Tham, after that, a teacher told me that I shouldn't talk to a suspended student, Okay, well, she is a teacher after all, so I listened to her for once, but later you will find out what I did. Went to General Office to check out whether Mdm Tang was there or not, then I saw my Form-teacher, she helped me to check out on Mdm Tang, and my form-teacher told me that she was scolding some students. Later on, I went back to chat with Tham, to help him kill his time, and he then told me that Mdm Tang was scolding students for stealing during their D&amp;amp;T lessons. Then we chatted about fish, well, it wasn't really about REAL fish, but just a way of me and Jun Qi say it in that way of "fishing"&amp;nbsp; which I talked to Tham about my fish. So Mdm Tang couldn't make it, so free period, later on another free period due to our Physics teacher, Mr Lim, didn't turn up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 28/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stayed back after school, actually I wanted to watch the teachers doing the ACES day's routine (All Children Exercises) but I kept on forgetting what I staying back for. Until I walked to the gallery there, then I realized what I actually stayed back behind for. Ran up to class, informed my classmates to those who wants to watch the teachers do the ACES day's routine, then went back to the gallery. Saw Mr Ho did the ACES day's routine, his face made me wants to laugh out loud at that insane, he looked so serious, yet funny. After that, went back to class, to help out in the Spring Cleaning. I did once in my sec 2's classroom, now it was my sec 4 classroom. After the spring cleaning, I went to sleep on the tables. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 29/8/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ACES day, plus celebration. What I can say was that I guessed this year theme was about beat box, cause total about 2-3 beat boxing programs. Then after that, went to class for a "surprise party" for Ms Toh, our form-teacher. Later on, I went off to Primary School. Reached there, slack awhile, then I went to play basketball, first attempt to shoot, was a slamdunk, but I missed it, the ball came out. So I stopped playing, and went to find other friends, and soon, off we go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 30/8/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Training didn't do anything much, actually it wasn't a training, it supposed to be a match, but due to some stuffs, the match was canceled. So we carry out our training, and I picked up two injuries, groin and ankle injury. Now recovering already. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 31/8/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Didn't went to training, as I was too tired to get off my bed, so I carried on sleeping, until noon. Woke up, didn't do much things, just loafing here and there. At night, msn-ed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another nothing much day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 1/9/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, morning went back to school for a sort of like remedial for English, after that, went back home to slack. Okay, tomorrow is the 'N' level paper already, need to study already. Hey, Li San, if you happened to be here, I want to tell you that I started studying again, haha, I will remember your "treat"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's another day gained&lt;/font&gt;&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/4609526451588941342-3634329835902742772?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3634329835902742772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/3634329835902742772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1624968251203352053</id><published>2008-08-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:58:22.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been pushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, let me do a brief refresh about what happened during Sunday. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 24/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Same as always, went to training. During training time, did the same old things again, but this time round, we having a training match, which me and Syaiful didn't play at first, because we are the captain, vice-captain, so we were sort of taking note of how our players played. After the training, we did a brief de-brief about what is coming up during the September month, which is the Muslims fasting month, and our next week match. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 25/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today school ended quite early as the teachers need to attend to some lecture by Dr Liu. Went to Bukit Panjang Plaza to find Syaiful to discuss about tomorrow what time should we meet up, as I got a appointment to go. But didn't manage to find him, so I went off. Went to 7-11 to buy a "The Newspaper" to read. I was shock by the heading of the newspaper, it's about the teenager sex rate had been increased, and the Ministry of Education will do something more on the Sexuality Education than the past few years. Inside the report, they interviewed 2 students, both are girls, and they admitted that they will do sex with a guy, mainly their boyfriend about 4 times a week. Okay, think I will stop here already, if not, some people will have a bad thinking about me, or on their mind. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About 7 more days to the 'N' level examination and I am still slacking away. My friend, she kept on says that I keeps on tell her to study for examination, yet I still slacking away and not studying, so my conclusion was, this "Okay, I am not going to slack anymore again, I am going to study now!!! Take my words for it, and don't say that I never study, and keep on slack."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next time when you ask me, I will tell you that I had already started revising, no more slacking period already. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I cooked dinner, and no one seems to believe me -.- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HEY!!!&lt;/font&gt; I AM REALLY COOKING, DINNER FOR FAMILY TO EAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, now I am so bored, nothing to do, so I turned on the Japanese Channel and watch some shows. Later I will be revising for exams, until late night, cause I tomorrow wont be going to school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's another day gained&lt;/font&gt;&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/4609526451588941342-1624968251203352053?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1624968251203352053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1624968251203352053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-pushed.html' title='been pushed'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-6614056339289609285</id><published>2008-08-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:07:53.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to type here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is Saturday, lets me bring you back to Friday action.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, 22/8/2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Friday in school, what I remembered was this, first period to first period of D&amp;amp;T lessons, I was sleeping, from Mother Tongue to Physics to English to Recess then to D&amp;amp;T, I was sleeping all the while, nice right. When I was walking from my class to D&amp;amp;T block, I seems to be can't see clearly where I was walking, just knew that when I reached my D&amp;amp;T's workshop, I bang onto someone, think it was my teacher, Mr Wong. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After 2 hours of endurance, school was finally over, and I was sort of fully awake, my mind was in a fresh. Wandered around the school, went out with Gerrard, then came back, sat at the foyer. After awhile saw the sec1s coming to the foyer, and we asked them whether today to them that they have training or not, and they said "yes, we are not going for the air weapon course" after that me and Gerrard crap with them for awhile, until we saw someone familiar. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HEY!!! IT WAS JUN QI, at first I thought it was some one wearing the police crest shirt, after another look, I noticed that this guy was sort of familiar, and he looked like JUN QI but this person looked so fat. After that, I went up to take a closer look, and YES, IT WAS HIM. Then Gerrard threw water bottle at him. Oh no, assaulted a police officer. Big offence. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that went to NPCC since my mentor, Jun Qi, came back already. Crapped here and there, walked here and there. When near dismissal time, I practiced some drills with the sec2s, commanded by Jun Qi, which the drills was about forming 3 ranks to 2, and back from 2 ranks to 3. I did these drills about some way back, years I think, about 1-2 years back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soon, dismissal time, and off me, Jun Qi and tham, we go. It was raining, we didn't use any umbrella, so we walked under the rain. Walked to Jun Qi's house there, he went home first, then me and tham walked to the opposite bus-stop to take bus back. When we entered the bus, our whole body was dripping with rainwater, and it was cold in the bus. Later, he reached his bus-stop, and he alighted, left me, alone in the bus, endure the coldness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reached home, on computer, and soon I fell asleep. But something which I knew was, my Sister yesterday went to watch the firework's show, and so was my mother. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 23/8/2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First thing I asked my mother when I woke up was, this "What time I slept last night??"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She replied, "very early, just when I wanted to ask you go watch the firework's show with me"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Basket man, I shouldn't have went to sleep if I knew my mother going to ask me to watch it. Regard, think next year then I go there. Next year, I must obtain the tickets. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later on, used notebook to play game, then off to training at 4pm, as it was raining. Reached there, changed into my boots, and on to the pitch. I scored a long shot goal, and assisted some. Soon, we off the pitch and back home. Today I do a different goal celebration from normal, normally I will point my two hands finger to the sky, as a tribute to the dead, as I sent it to my 2 Grandfather in the heaven, and one more thing. Today the celebration I did was knee sliding on the pitch, like what Wayne Rooney did when he score a goal. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reached home, bath, used notebook again, then slack a bit, and watch a soccer match, "Tottenham (Spurs) vs Sunderland (Black Cats)" which I support the cats in this match, and they won it in the end, 1-2 to cats, first win of the season in second match. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And here I am, blogging to you. Oh I nearly forgot something, tomorrow we are having a club meeting, so need to get there early, as I was given the armband. SKIPPER. Okay think I going to sleep soon, later folks, goodnight. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Its' another day gained&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I lie, I cheat, I steal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-6614056339289609285?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6614056339289609285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/6614056339289609285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-type-here.html' title='what to type here?'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-2276330963735134344</id><published>2008-08-21T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:36:22.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First of all, let me apologize that I had not update since day ago. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Secondly, let me wish those people, my friends and classmate, who birthday was today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thirdly, call me the brave soul now!!! Why call me the brave soul??? Cause just now while going to the Stadium, I didn't take bus there, yet, I walk there. If this doesn't convince you to call me the brave soul, let me elaborate on it. I walk there, walk on the scary path, where there is no lights, just forest, today was Muslim's Friday night, which means their ghost are free to move around on Earth, and some more today was Chinese's Hungry Ghost Festival. The path there was so cold, and it was at Mandai road, where there are a lot of tombstone, yet not a single soul at there, other than me. Guess this is enough for you to call me that, I wasn't on my music, just walk normally out there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, reached the Stadium already, saw my vice-captain at there waiting for me. Then we headed to the office there, and we walked back home, on the path which I walked to the Stadium there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reach Bukit Panjang Plaza later on, and went to Long John Silver. Soon after that, home sweet home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disappointed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I am disappointed, not any other people, but with the team members. There was this guy, who are my best buddy, he wanted the possession of power, captain arm-band, and power to control everything. He at first hurried everyone to give the money for the jersey, and also, hurried us for a match. Now we got a match already, yet he giving me and vice-captain a lot of problems. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, there is a change of captain and vice-captain. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last time it was Syaiful who were the captain, and you who were vice-captain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet now, it was Razak who are the captain, and syaiful and me who are the vice-captain. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's another day gained&lt;/font&gt;&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/4609526451588941342-2276330963735134344?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2276330963735134344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/2276330963735134344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-510893470079580675</id><published>2008-08-18T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:05:50.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man behind the scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today this post, let us look at the man, who is behind this blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Profile: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Name: Chris Chai Kau Jie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nicknames: KauJi, KJ, CKJ, kau, kao, kao bei, Crouch, Crouchy, Rapid Wolverine, Toothless Aggression, Rio, God, The Game, Deadman, King, the King of Kings, baka, crazy, stun-man &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Achieves: Swiss's House games competition (basketball) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;2006&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; NPCC Air Rifle Competition ( Runner-up) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; NPCC Inter-unit Campcraft Competition ( Captain)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Staff Sergeant (2008)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vice-captain of Atlectic United FC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;BPRFC: Center back (CB), Goalkeeper (GK)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; Chief of defender&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; No. 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loves/Likes: Mango (anything with mango), Maths, POA, Chemistry, Blue/back/white colors, No. 1,2, and 5, food or fruits which are sour. And many more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Background information: A guy who gave up hope on English Language in Primary 1, and now, he had found back the motivation for English Language. Good in Maths, POA, and Chemistry.&amp;nbsp; Was called toothless aggression because last time he was toothless, he like to do crossface on people. He loves to sleep, he uses sleep to escape thing. And now, he is back to the past. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-510893470079580675?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/510893470079580675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/510893470079580675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-behind-scene.html' title='Man behind the scene'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-9156317884236640996</id><published>2008-08-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:09:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nothing much happened today, just that it is just rotting at home, rot, rot, rot, and rot &lt;font size="6"&gt;even more&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow will be returning to school to receive our prelim papers, and I don't want to go back school, because of several warning from teachers that I am having long hair, and my facial hair is quite long too, facial hair as in beard, moustache, and goatee. It is quite long as well, it was like those people who were in despair mood or lost someone important in their life. Even my juniors and my friends said that my facial hair was way too long, and I need to shave it. Until now, I still haven even shave my facial hair and cut my hair, don't know how to pass tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Great, now then I realized that my sister got two tickets to the fireworks' show at this weekend. The moment when I knew it, I was like "HEY!! How comes you had the tickets to the fireworks' show??? Never give me!!" She replied me that it was I who never even asked her for it. In the first place, I don't know that she got the tickets, how am I supposed to ask her for it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later she told me that she can get tickets to fireworks' show ( since years ago until now), F-1 formula race's tickets, movie tickets and others, all for free, WTF!!! I don't know that her company offer her so much benefits, only now then I knew about it, I was such a dump, a fool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, I received a call from my friend, a friend which I knew in a card game match. He ask me whether wants to earn money, as he got a project for me, about water, which I can do alone or do it in a group of 5, which when I completed the project, I will be paid with $450, it is a worth deal, but think I not going to do it, as I got another offered, which is to work at my favorites place "Long John Silver" which at there, I had so many friends at there, not at the project.&amp;nbsp; Pay doesn't matter, as long as I got friends with me, that's matter. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is going to be a long post.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why people like to have the possession of power, the power to control everything. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WHY???&lt;/font&gt; Is the possession of power go great??? Great until you wield a knife go around stabbing and killing other who is in your way??? I was once in it, I was been fooled by it, but once I realized it, I quickly snap out of it, and here now I am here, I won't get into it again. In NPCC, soccer, why people around me like to have the possession of power??? Will it give you happiness in the end?? NO, it isn't, it will create unhappiness around you and the people around you, I can't say much cause I don't know the situation at there, but what I can say is my unit, this guy walk around like one &lt;font size="4"&gt;BIG FUCK&lt;/font&gt;, change the whole unit structure, until he became a Head too, now people in his squad hate him, and even his best friends too, now he was like a lonely kid with power but no more friends, why people still want power then??? &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Quick&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;snap out of it, &lt;font size="6"&gt;fast&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Alright folks, I guess this is too long already, so here it is, bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's another day gained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-9156317884236640996?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/9156317884236640996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/9156317884236640996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/justintv-sportcenter-channel-live.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-7484568936615541870</id><published>2008-08-15T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:38:44.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry people, for the past few days i never been able to make it here, as i was busying revising for my prelim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday to Thursday, kept on revised different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Monday to Wednesday, i had been cooking food, yes FOOD! for eating, and i bought grocery. Cooked those food, i had something in mind, to cook it for someone, but when i cooked finish it, i thought that it would never be able to happen, so i dump the food into the bin, i know that i am wasting resources, wasting food, but who will eat it, i specially cooked it, will YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's night, went to Seng Shiong with Suhairy and Edmund, as Suhairy was told by his mother to buy the grocery back home. Reached there, we were finding this and that, and when he choosing for the Longtong (if i remembered correctly) some of it was i helped him, the cornidier seeds (yup, that the seeds, but i dont know how to spell it ) was i, who helped him finds it, i was like holding it for mins, and asked him whether that the one he wanted, but he told i was joking so he ignored me. After that was to buy beanspout, cause there were a lot of people, so it was very hard for us to squeeze to the beanspout there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we at there already, Suhairy and i started to choose the beautiful beanspout, as Edmund dont know anything, so he stood at the side to see how we buy the grocery. I picked up the second bunch of spouts, and i found it quite nice, and i asked Sulhairy whether or not that he wanted that bunch. Then he took it over from my possession, and took a good look at it, and said this " wow, you actually really did know about all these"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thank you for the compliment, but to your information, when i was young, i had already started buying all these, just that i didnt tell anyone, and now, i tell you all. Dont look down on me, i can buy grocery, cook, and do the chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, friday, i was supposed to play for the 'C' divison, but due to some reasons, i wasnt playing. Teachers vs 'C' division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores for :&lt;br /&gt;Teachers vs 'C' division&lt;br /&gt;1 : 5&lt;br /&gt;Teachers vs 4E6&lt;br /&gt;5 : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i approached mr Tan to ask him for a match, and he agreed to it. So there will be a match between my team, BPRFC vs Swiss Cottage's teachers' selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match name : Pre-season friendlies&lt;br /&gt;Team: BPRFC vs Swiss Cottage's teachers' selection&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7-9-2008&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Chua Chu Kang's Stadium, might be changing it to West view or West Spring sec or at Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think that all for today folks, later day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's another day gained&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/4609526451588941342-7484568936615541870?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7484568936615541870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/7484568936615541870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-people-for-past-few-days-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-4033934440588123664</id><published>2008-08-10T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:40:06.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aug 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, just that morning to night i was outside with 2(ZY)* studying at mac. Didnt watch the NDP 2008 on neither on television nor at marina bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something which i had never did before, i withdrew it just for my friend, i did it for his sake, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: ZY&lt;br /&gt;Remember what i told u, i withdrew it, back years ago, i knew what going on, that was why i withdrew it, so dont ask me to do anything which i dun want to do, which is to snatch something/someone from you, i am not that kind of person, i care about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember that chances do not come by so easily, when you sense it, size it, grab it, dun let go. And your chance is here, go and get it, i will try to assist u in some form, i can help u, guilde you, remember, what are friends for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aug 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much too, just went to training in the morning, then, at home slack awhile, before i went out with edmund to walk walk, and eat dinner and finally walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a holiday, need to brush up on everything which i need to brush up on.&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;People having problems with my English xD&lt;br /&gt;Cause i keep on correcting them xD&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that it is improving 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But overall, i still need to thank you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you motivate me to improve my English, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will carry on on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay guys, i am not emo-ing, i didnt delete my past posts, i was just trying to do something to my blog, i dun know how to say it, if i says in a wrong manner, u will thought of something, if not will be another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Btw, thank you for your performance at the NDP2008, u all did a great and wonderful job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ihman ( a soccer team-mates of mine) thanks for ur dancing of umbrella at the NDP2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Zhi Guang ( Cadet Inspector/NPCC) thanks for the parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jun Qi ( Cadet Inspector/NPCC/Singapore Police Force/ G.O.H) thanks for the parade too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It had all been paid off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Process is worth to remember, but some other things also worth to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dun want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet i still lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I seriously dun want it to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why all these happened so sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will there be another chance for me&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's another day gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-4033934440588123664?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4033934440588123664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/4033934440588123664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/aug-9-nothing-much-just-that-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-1864240381165514757</id><published>2008-08-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:13:41.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why people like to add fuel to fire???&lt;br /&gt;If a innocent party gets involve, and he doesnt know it,&lt;br /&gt;it is hard for him to clear his name&lt;br /&gt;What i am trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;if u burst ur anger,&lt;br /&gt;find out who is the real culprit who added the fuel,&lt;br /&gt;not to involve any innocent party,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i do gets involved,&lt;br /&gt;without knowing anything,&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;i am the innocent party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details of Sat, will be posted on Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's another day gained.&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/4609526451588941342-1864240381165514757?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1864240381165514757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/1864240381165514757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-people-like-to-add-fuel-to-fire-if.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-8822653473163032506</id><published>2008-08-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:03:28.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Another day lived is another day gained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be able to make it to the next sun-rise???&lt;br /&gt;Be able to withness the happening of the next day??&lt;br /&gt;My body is rejecting all the medicine that i need to consume,&lt;br /&gt;i am beyond cure,&lt;br /&gt;just counting the number of days left for me,&lt;br /&gt;A month's time,&lt;br /&gt;A year's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is getting blur already, and i got no much energy left, today i cant even walk, at home just sit at my computer's chair all day, cant even stand up, will i really going to make it?? Will i escape death again, like what i did last year?? or will i just concede it, and admit defeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cherish everything which i have now, but there is one thing which i cant cherish, but just remember it till i leaves this place. I need to put up a strong me infront of the public, not to make them see my weak side. Soon, i will be a history, history to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, thoughtfulness, passion, hard work, sacrifice, devotion and thoroughness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is to say, we do what we do with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, big or small,&lt;br /&gt;must be done just right&lt;br /&gt;And because we do it with all our heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day gained&lt;br /&gt;every day we live is a bonus,&lt;br /&gt;therefore u should treasure each day that u have&lt;br /&gt;do everything as best as you can,&lt;br /&gt;care about the people around you&lt;br /&gt;be happy and help those who love you to live a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day gained.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish......&lt;br /&gt;i could do draw a picture of you....&lt;br /&gt;so that your image would always stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;With the sun shining on you,&lt;br /&gt;you look so lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-8822653473163032506?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8822653473163032506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/8822653473163032506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-lived-is-another-day-gained.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609526451588941342.post-723984174141129631</id><published>2008-08-07T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:59:10.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today didnt turn up to school, can say that i skipped school again, or u can say that i cannot make it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, about a month ago, i been mc-ing fequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, think this will be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to find my captain and other team-mates to talk, and they asked me whether i want to work or not, cause they need people to be at the counter, so will i pick up the job which had been offered???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, a fortune-teller said that i wll die of cancer, can he be trusted?? Even yes, can i change it??? I doubt so, cause everyone is born with ur life been already decided, u get wealth, or health is all written down, we are just a puppet, a doll. So if i die of cancer, it will be great, leave this cruel place fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are numbered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanted to wait, but will i be able to wait for it????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No much time left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4609526451588941342-723984174141129631?l=strike-atlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/723984174141129631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4609526451588941342/posts/default/723984174141129631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike-atlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-didnt-turn-up-to-school-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12343722517385796449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WN3ovtALcRw/SJ2uduaWJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ZHzt2ESqmk/s1600-R/Image(067).jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
