<?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-36682487</id><updated>2011-07-24T00:04:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=NaturalFlight=-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-784943849023949262</id><published>2007-12-09T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:42:27.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yest was damn fun! Went to play soccer with some of the soccer guys and j3 players. Qingsheng woke up at 11am so he came 2hrs late and played for 15 mins only before we left HAHA! Finally caught up with old frens like hizam, alywin, louis, karunan, raymond n a lot of the senior players. They're the same old jokes still lol! Dunno how come i keep scoring whahahaha i think its coz of my super teammates and i was quite tyco oso la. Went on a food trail with qingsheng after tt. Had chicken rice at far east which was really gd, as usual haha. I broke my "no soft drinks policy" and got a can of coke with qingsheng after the "$3 a can" ordeal in bintan. Argh! Then we juz walked around and looked at all the expensive price tags on everything. Its quite sad actually. Stuff nowdays are so expensive and we often don't realise it coz our parents provide us with everything we need. But i realised that if i want to live comfortably and ensure tt my family and children haf a gd life, i've gotta start planning right now! So i'm gonna start my research soon. And learn more abt stocks, handling my finance etc frm my dad. Coz i think he's an expert on this, being an accountant n all tt haha. Anw back to the food trail! Haha we went to haf a walnut butterscotch thickshake and did some "bird watching" at the same time WHAHAHA! Two clowns gaying around in town, bird watching some more. Not bad la, i enjoyed myself talking cock with qingsheng more then watching the people around me. I must say that i felt a bit lonely everytime i saw couples holding hands and all tt. But there's always a right time for everything i guess (: On a brighter note, qingsheng and i came up with the idea of a trip to genting with ahyi and some of the soccer guys! Looking forward to tt. Shld be super fun as well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-784943849023949262?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/784943849023949262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=784943849023949262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/784943849023949262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/784943849023949262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/yest-was-damn-fun-went-to-play-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1979135432150525673</id><published>2007-12-07T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:41:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back frm Bintan. I had fun. Gary, Mark, Yujia, Shengyu, Thomas, Siva, Noelle (hope i got it right), Valerie and Qiliang. Haha the crazy buggy rides, shopping, soccer against the lifeguards, cooking, eating, drinking, throwing up, clubbing, sleeping, hangovers, wacthing the stars, letting the waves crash down on us and juz gaying around. I'm glad i got to know gary, valerie and noelle. Gary is a joke lol! Love tt guy and his crap. Noelle was quiet at first but on the long trip into town i got to know her a bit more. Soccer capt in sajc and she plays the guitar as well. Not to mention H3 maths. Wow. hahaha! She's a gd soccer player man. Kenna tackled by her quite a few times. Valerie is a spunky and fun girl hu had the courage to play as keeper for my team in one of the soccer matches. I'm so so sorry i was quite rusty and unfit! Made her pull off so many saves and everytime i heard the sound of the ball hitting her it rly broke my heart la. I wanted to replace her as keeper but honestly, she was a much better keeper than me. Canoeing, bball and table tennis. She has so many ccas! I wonder how she juggles em all. Anw tnx to all for being so friendly and fun! I rly had a blast and i hope u guys did too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1979135432150525673?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1979135432150525673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1979135432150525673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1979135432150525673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1979135432150525673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-frm-bintan.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-151119020850951015</id><published>2007-12-02T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:02:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been getting better. I think. Tmr marks an impt day in my life. I'll get on tt boat with all my gd friends, friends like thomas, mark, sy, siva, hu were there with me every step of the way. We fought side by side, we mugged side by side and we played our hearts out together as well. So don't ask me " Why are u not gg prom?", coz i choose to not waste money on a monkey suit tt i'll prob only use for 1 day, coz i choose not to waste a night sitting arnd and staring at strangers or juz mere familiar faces. And most imptly coz i choose to spend time away frm ppl i've come to dislike or even hate and spend it with gd frens instd. So there. Eat shit and fuck off. I hope i nvr see those freaks again in my life. To the rest of my frens hu're gg prom, hope u guys haf a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-151119020850951015?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/151119020850951015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=151119020850951015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/151119020850951015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/151119020850951015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6173633491325417029</id><published>2007-11-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:24:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been rather long since i last posted anything solid. And now that A lvls are over, i find that i'm quite bored actually. Of course its better than the dreadful exams but its kinda like an overdose of freedom perhaps. I've been going for daily runs and e usual soccer matchs with the guys. I wanna take the time now to thank engping for arranging the match at e cage the other day. If that wasn't fun, then i honestly don't know what fun is. Shall be going for the much anticipated bintan trip with thomas and the gang soon. But before that i'm gonna go get my acoustic guitar and attend the sleepover at quack's house. Currently, i guess pissing people off with hacks will have to do. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6173633491325417029?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6173633491325417029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6173633491325417029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6173633491325417029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6173633491325417029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-rather-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4118153099493339719</id><published>2007-10-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:37:58.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rellient K - Give Until There's Nothing Left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one told me the right way, the right way to go about this&lt;br /&gt;So I'll figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause how much is too much to give you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may never know so I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;No one told me how bad I need you (I need you)&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow arrived at that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;And I want all you have to offer (to offer)&lt;br /&gt;So I'll offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes it seems like all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Is ask for things until I ask too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way (that's not the way)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live (I wanna live)&lt;br /&gt;I need to change (I need to change)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something's gotta give&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something's gotta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give, give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Need i say more? Y did u run? I'm here for u even if i'm unnoticed forever. Right here i'll always be. I'll give until there's nothing left. Stay happy and pure, girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4118153099493339719?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4118153099493339719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4118153099493339719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4118153099493339719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4118153099493339719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/rellient-k-give-until-theres-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3647970935346418475</id><published>2007-09-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:45:18.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dreams. Some people write songs abt their dreams, some sing abt them, others choose to forget them and then....there are those hu live their dreams. Take ur pick. When the day comes to an end. When my time is up. I want to know that i left nothing on the table. Nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3647970935346418475?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3647970935346418475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3647970935346418475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3647970935346418475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3647970935346418475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6382779654097303730</id><published>2007-09-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:56:37.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to have dinner with eric yesterday after maths paper. Tnx for telling the whole world abt my leg cramp and the wonderful photo to illustrate it too (: Eric's a real nice guy la. Tnx for listening to my nonsense and taking the "right" train back home as well LOL! Today went for lunch with shengyu, mark and thomas. Tnx for the treat sy (: Oh, and continue to work hard and never give up. I'm sure u'll do well for As man. Did i mention the wonderful movie? Go figure out which 1 has a cool asian actor in it hu can kick, punch, kill and make a superb movie which has a superb ending which left all of us feeling superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6382779654097303730?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6382779654097303730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6382779654097303730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6382779654097303730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6382779654097303730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-to-have-dinner-with-eric-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1276764462609973276</id><published>2007-09-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:00:08.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fingers have been hanging over the keyboard for quite some time now. I juz realised it. I have so much stuff i wanna say but none of it can be said here. So i'll juz try my best.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary of my life :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2001-2004. SJI, Fey mun, Winston, kunal, syphon, calvin, O lvls. 22 pts for prelims. O lvls finished. Best dec hols ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2005. ZM. omg. 9 pts for O lvls. Best feeling in the world. Hello NJC. Soccer. QM. OG19, winston, damien, srini, leon, hongwei, 05s13, extended contract. Fucking worst day/yr/everything of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2006. Hello mark, thomas, shengyu, eric, 06s22. Welcome back hongwei and calvin, hi5^!, Good yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;2007. Gd bye 05s13, winston, damien, srini, leon. Miss u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now.Prelims. A levels. Coming. Scared. Worried. Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hongwei. Eric. Thomas. Calvin. Mark. Siva. Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Significant Figures. I'm sorry. In my heart. Forever. Friend. Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Wup)^2. I'm sorry as well. Gdbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1276764462609973276?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1276764462609973276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1276764462609973276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1276764462609973276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1276764462609973276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-fingers-have-been-hanging-over.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1626988945073850631</id><published>2007-09-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:32:24.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Meet as strangers and part as strangers". Strangers. That's wad we'll always be i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1626988945073850631?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1626988945073850631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1626988945073850631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1626988945073850631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1626988945073850631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/meet-as-strangers-and-part-as-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5597790843527039722</id><published>2007-09-04T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:03:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night i had a weird dream. I dreamt that every1 suddenly turned into zombies. It was kinda scary coz they din behave like the usual zombie type. Every1 was as per normal but unusually quiet. And there i was feeling confused and scared as i din know which 1s were still my frens. So i walked over to the nearest person i knew and tried to start a conversation. And she bit my arm. So i blasted her head off with a shotgun. And every1 else in sight. Funny how i also remember tt i din need to reload lol! What a screwed up dream. Well, then again...dreams are always kinda screwed up anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5597790843527039722?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5597790843527039722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5597790843527039722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5597790843527039722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5597790843527039722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-night-i-had-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6338204067450529883</id><published>2007-09-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:03:34.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today as i was watching the news, i saw smth abt princess Diana's 10th anv and i was reminded of &lt;em&gt;her. She &lt;/em&gt;was juz as kind,  juz as sweet and caring in every single way. Hahaha i know &lt;em&gt;She'll &lt;/em&gt;never read this post and with each letter i type, i feel like i'm falling apart. I miss &lt;em&gt;You.&lt;/em&gt; Hope that &lt;em&gt;You're &lt;/em&gt;doing alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6338204067450529883?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6338204067450529883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6338204067450529883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6338204067450529883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6338204067450529883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-as-i-was-watching-news-i-saw-smth.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1487457721394361594</id><published>2007-08-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:42:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we do stuff which we really regret doing. Of all people i think i do it the most. I'm sorry. I was just kidding and in the childish excitement of it all i forgot to consider many things before going ahead with my decision. I should really start to think more before i do anything. I'm not in sji and i'm not a little boy anymore. I din mean anything by it and i'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1487457721394361594?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1487457721394361594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1487457721394361594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1487457721394361594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1487457721394361594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-we-do-stuff-which-we-really.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-9187152360598369873</id><published>2007-08-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:40:54.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wow i've nt blogged for such a long time huh? hahaha well now i am. Hmmm nothing much to blog abt. Life's quite sian now other than the gd company of frens i haf. I rly hope tt the mugging will be enuff to do reasonably well for As. Mugging with eric, thomas and hongwei is quite fun coz we always end up doing dumb stuff. Like sliding a brick into a cubicle tts occupied and then running out laughing like fuck lol! :p I want As to end. I want to go on that overseas trip we've been tlking abt! And leave on the day our papers end. Songbo!! Escape frm it all, burn our notes, books, uniforms, memories...anything and everything to do with nj. What a fucked up place, filled with fucked up ppl and fucked up memories. The worst 3 yrs of my life. Bring it to an end, once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-9187152360598369873?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9187152360598369873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=9187152360598369873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/9187152360598369873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/9187152360598369873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-ive-nt-blogged-for-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3941775096161262448</id><published>2007-07-29T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:16:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sial la! We're were kicked out via penalty kicks! wooohoo! Ahhh well, fuck tt la. We were the best team and had the best players and no matter wad we sure wow-ed the crowd. Disappointed? Yea i am la but we played well as a team and i'm gald to have gotten the chance to play those matches with my wonderful buddies (: Now its time to rock n roll. Waited 3 fucking years for this shit and i'm not gonna miss my chance this time. Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3941775096161262448?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3941775096161262448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3941775096161262448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3941775096161262448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3941775096161262448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/sial-la-were-were-kicked-out-via.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5487506689644273692</id><published>2007-07-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:36:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNqb5fz0AI/AAAAAAAAADc/QZpjPuD4wXc/s1600-h/P1050948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090029031382044674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNqb5fz0AI/AAAAAAAAADc/QZpjPuD4wXc/s320/P1050948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! I'm in 1st position! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNp_5fzz_I/AAAAAAAAADU/sIGuFcQPAI0/s1600-h/P1060088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090028550345707506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNp_5fzz_I/AAAAAAAAADU/sIGuFcQPAI0/s320/P1060088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben looks gay lol! And yea, tts me getting tau pok-ed. Holy shit! Choon boon's oso on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNpXJfzz-I/AAAAAAAAADM/BuqIuXBGAS4/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090027850266038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNpXJfzz-I/AAAAAAAAADM/BuqIuXBGAS4/s320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sial la! Look at thomas sia! He's rly enjoying the view there hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNoNJfzz8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-E0teafkMOY/s1600-h/P1050948.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5487506689644273692?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5487506689644273692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5487506689644273692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5487506689644273692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5487506689644273692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-im-in-1st-position-p-ben-looks-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RqNqb5fz0AI/AAAAAAAAADc/QZpjPuD4wXc/s72-c/P1050948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4328811075364704451</id><published>2007-07-09T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:16:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again Naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In a little while from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I'm not feeling any less sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I promise myself to treat myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And visit a nearby tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And climbing to the top will throw myself off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In an effort to make it clear to whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What it's like when you're shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Left standing in the lurch at a church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"She stood him up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No point in us remaining"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"We may as well go home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I did on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To think that only yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was cheerful, bright and gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking forward to who wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The role I was about to play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But as if to knock me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reality came around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And without so much as a mere touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cut me into little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leaving me to doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talk about God in His mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who if He really does exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why did He desert me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my hour of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I truly am indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It seems to me that there are more hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Broken in the world that can't be mended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Left unattended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What do we do? What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking back over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And whatever else that appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember I cried when my father died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never wishing to hide the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And at sixty-five years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My mother, God rest her soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Couldn't understand why the only man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She had ever loved had been taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Despite encouragement from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No words were ever spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when she passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I cried and cried all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alone again, naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4328811075364704451?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4328811075364704451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4328811075364704451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4328811075364704451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4328811075364704451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/gilbert-osullivan-alone-again-naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6118527905226799668</id><published>2007-07-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:27:36.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some pics frm my 100m Nationals :&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING : I look like crap in most of the pics lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-9vP8Oq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tKnYkgpEDZo/s1600-h/P1050336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084491123755232098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-9vP8Oq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tKnYkgpEDZo/s320/P1050336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084490397905759058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-9E_8Oq1I/AAAAAAAAACs/gqX0t94QHXU/s320/P1050338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084489672056286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-8av8Oq0I/AAAAAAAAACk/J9KsYMyfelM/s320/P1050339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084488924731976498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-7vP8OqzI/AAAAAAAAACc/xn418Tpec9g/s320/P1050340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084487442968259346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-6Y_8OqxI/AAAAAAAAACM/k4x6eQ-d0uY/s320/P1050341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084486300506958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-5Wf8OqwI/AAAAAAAAACE/vmiYOE_E868/s320/P1050342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485299779578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-4cP8OquI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Kuvbo-x9sU/s320/P1050406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6118527905226799668?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6118527905226799668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6118527905226799668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6118527905226799668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6118527905226799668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-are-some-pics-frm-my-100m.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/Ro-9vP8Oq2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tKnYkgpEDZo/s72-c/P1050336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-2430073952070536331</id><published>2007-07-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:32:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My nationals started yest and ended today! lol! Yest was 100m heats. Clocked a pb of 12.25 and made it into semi finals. So basically i alrd went past my initial goals coz i din expect to run as fast as i did la. Anw i scraped into e semis and i was feeling lonely after every1 went home, coz i was e only nj guy in the semis. I rly din feel like running. Coz only e top 8 will mk it into fianls. Fastest 8 in singapore A division. So firstly, sry let me rewind a bit haha today morning was 4x100m relays. We trained hard for it and did out best but only managed a 10th posistion. Needed at least an 8th pos to qualify for fianls. Well at least our timing was gd compared to our usual 1 la. Hahah my 100m semis was in e afternoon AFTER the morning race. By then my legs GG alrd la. SO i din run well at all but its alrite hahaha i know i no hope to be the fastest 8 anw. But at least now i'm ranked 23rd in A div! Not bad alrd la, i'm happy lol! (: ANW, i love track and i love CCK stadium and Nationals. Coz there are like a million chiobus there? Hahah rly la its nice to feed my eyes a bit after a long spell of nothingness. Think i'll be gg down to support ppl at cck more often next week lol! Cya n gd luck to every1 else~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-2430073952070536331?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2430073952070536331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=2430073952070536331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2430073952070536331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2430073952070536331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-nationals-started-yest-and-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6698899843070779224</id><published>2007-07-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:35:27.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for my NS medical check up today with thomas, eric and hongwei. Haha gotta admit it was quite an experience la. !st thing we saw was an armed guard hu shouted at us to not walk on the road lol! Then we passed thru metal scanners n all tt shit. After tt we had to get some sticker to show we're visitors and put our handphones into a small locker. Had to scan our ICs oso before gg in. Then passed through another checkpoint with an armed guard. FINALLY, we were through to the main building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering, we had to take a form and scan our ICs again. Then, we went into a room to take our photos for our NS ID card, which we'll get next time. Hahha had to put on this lame pale green uniform for it. 1st photo in my life in which i'm not smiling. Hw looked damn sian and thomas looked like he juz prisonbreak and kenna caught lol! After tt we went to sit and wait for them to call us to go to the stations. Each 1 of us gt a file for the doctors to fill up. 1st station was the hearing station. Went into a soundproof booth and put on headphones. When u hear a SOFT beep muz raise ur hand. Left ear, left hand etc. Hahahha the sound so freaking soft la, i juz anyhow raise my hand. Station 2, Eyes. Juz read the bottom lines n all tt shit as usual. Next was ECG. Hahha muz take off shirt for them to X-ray ur chest. Haf to put or hands on ur hips like some chicken, press ur chest against the board damn hard and hold ur breath. Errr then was urine test, lame la hahaha muz dip some paper stick into the bottle after u've done ur thing lol! And show the medical officer before u can go. Then they prick ur finger and squeeze the blood out onto a glass rod! WHAHAHAH! AND guess wad not done yet, still muz take blood frm u at e blood test station. I juz sat there watching the needle stretch my skin and i couldn't help but notice how red my blood was. As in dark red lol! Next was e heart station, measure ur heart rate n all tt. Again shirts, shoes, socks all off. They put a lot of small sucker-like things to ur chest area. After tt, measure height, weight, blood pressure and of coz the final and best part, check ur *errmss* lol muz cough when they check somemore dunno for wad oso la. To see whether u gt control over ur bladder i guess. Then went to see the final medical officer, he damn fucked up la. Put me in PES B!!!! WTF?!?!?#@&amp;amp;*! Juz beacause i broke my arm in sec1. I keep saying its fine now but he still tick PES B! ARGH! Luckly i found out tt PES B n A is the same so no big deal oso. Wun affect my hopes to join RSAF n all tt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's still not over!!! Last station was lame. Sit in front of the com n answer Qs for 2+ hrs. A lot of freaking Qs la! Maths, physics, patterns n so on. OMG la and gt time limit 1. Couldn't finish some sections like every1 esle hahaha. And only gt paper n pencil to do all e maths. I anyhow chiong the last few Qs coz i cannot tk it alrd lol!. Anw yup, went to eat lunch at botak jones and watched die hard 4 before gg home. Nationals start tmr! Better go rest now! Cya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6698899843070779224?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6698899843070779224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6698899843070779224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6698899843070779224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6698899843070779224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-for-my-ns-medical-check-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4010832975910728390</id><published>2007-07-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:55:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was gd. Firstly, we managed to clock a 45.5 secs for e 4X100 relay run compared to out old 48+ and, 47+ and now its finally 46+ and soon it'll be 45+ :D whahahahha songbo! We cocked up our baton passing so i guess we can do much better next time. Things are looking gd now. May be able to qualify for nationals. Oso, i managed to figure out my starting blocks for 100m. Swee la! Now maybe can qualify for all my events alrd! heh :P Keeping my fingers crossed. Juz whack. Oh and after trng me, justin, aaron, ben, thomas and jeepoh were playing the guitar and singing like gays lol! We were damn scared gt ppl come to the grandstand and see us like tt. Hahah but nobody came. DUH! Its a freaking holiday la! Hahha learnt 2 new songs. Feeling gd. Hope things pick up frm now onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4010832975910728390?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4010832975910728390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4010832975910728390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4010832975910728390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4010832975910728390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-gd.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8744944683547494973</id><published>2007-06-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:09:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Johnson - Sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You believed in superstitions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then maybe you'd see the signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lord knows that this world is cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I ain't the lord I'm just a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Learning lovin somebody don't make them love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I sang your songs, I danced your dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I gave your friends, all a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But putting up with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wasn't worth never having you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe you've been through this before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But it's my first time so please ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next few lines cause they're directed at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't always be waiting, waiting on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I keep playing your part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But it's not my scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Want this plot to twist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've had enough mystery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Keep building it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then shooting me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I'm already down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just wait a minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just sitting, waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just wait a minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, if I was in your position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd put down all my ammunition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd wonder why'd it taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But Lord knows that I'm not you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cause waitin' on love aint so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No, I can't I always be waiting, waiting on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...the spacing is all screwed up. Anw i find the lyrics for this song very appropriate for me now. Hahaha its so nice and meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8744944683547494973?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8744944683547494973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8744944683547494973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8744944683547494973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8744944683547494973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/jack-johnson-sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4466238393109255652</id><published>2007-06-29T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:41:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Morrison - The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been twisting and turning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In a space that's too small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been drawing the line and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;watching it fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You've been closing me in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;closing the space in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Watching us fading and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;watching it all fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I gave it all to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if you leave me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh just leave me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its the better thing to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its time to surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its been to long pretending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Theres no use in trying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the pieces dont fit anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pieces dont fit here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You pulled me under, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had to give in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Such a beautiful myth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thats breaking my skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well i'll hide all the bruises, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll hide all the damage thats done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I'll show how I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;until all the feeling has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4466238393109255652?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4466238393109255652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4466238393109255652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4466238393109255652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3284514690152995555</id><published>2007-06-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:47:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok my maths is dead. Econs is dead too. And i think geog n physics will soon follow. Aiah feels like shit la....Anw my tagboard is back. Gd luck to every1 for e rest of ur papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3284514690152995555?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3284514690152995555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3284514690152995555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3284514690152995555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3284514690152995555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-my-maths-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4029784021133601713</id><published>2007-06-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:09:43.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CTs are starting tmr. I'm unprepared as usual. But i did try to revise as much as i can and juggle track n everything else. I'm not really bothered with the results of these CTs. But i think i'll disappoint many ppl with my results. Esp Ms. Ting. I've been doing ok for geog since last yr and now i rly feel damn unprepared. And every1's CCAs ended long ago so i expect almost every1 to be super prepared. Nvm its ok. A lvls here i come. I've revised my content and practiced as much as i can to the best of my abilities. I've met my personal aim for the june hols. Which is to more or less finish revision proper and start to practice Qs. So yup. I'm keeping my fingers crossed =x Hope it all works out in e end. Gd luck everybody! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh and i'm sorry if i've been ignoring many ppl during these last few weeks of hols. I've been so tired due to track n mugging! Also i've not been getting enuff slp la. Dunno y also. Keep waking up at 7+ am when i sleep at 12+ grrr! Hmmm and i've been thinking...perhaps now isn't the best time to get into a relationship i guess. After NS, in uni would be the perfect time. Or after As. But well...ns isn't exactly the best time either considering the fact tt u can only book out every weekend hahaha. So yea wadever la. I'm through with this for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4029784021133601713?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4029784021133601713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4029784021133601713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4029784021133601713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4029784021133601713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/cts-are-starting-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-791967114441810106</id><published>2007-06-23T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:34:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My tagboard is gone. And for good reason too. If u wanna say anything say it on msn or smth la. I'm getting very upset and sad now. Better go to bed before i do smth i regret. Gd nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-791967114441810106?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/791967114441810106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=791967114441810106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/791967114441810106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/791967114441810106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-tagboard-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7819763655963907584</id><published>2007-06-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:30:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile, even when it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7819763655963907584?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7819763655963907584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7819763655963907584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7819763655963907584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7819763655963907584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile-even-when-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4357209044885854523</id><published>2007-06-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:01:13.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was having an interesting but emo conversation with my friend recently. Do we all have some1 for us? Our "soulmates" perhaps? Will we eventually find the right girl or guy? And when we do, will he or she like us back or juz discard us like trash? I'd like to believe tt we all haf a special some1 out there for us, honestly i'd rly like to. But i'm not sure anymore. Is it better to love some1 u'll never be with, or be with some1 hu u'll never love? Interesting Q isn't it? I don't even have the answer to tt...yet. But i got a sneaky feeling its not an answer i'm going to like. Anw this is getting gloomy. Gd nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4357209044885854523?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4357209044885854523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4357209044885854523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4357209044885854523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4357209044885854523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-having-interesting-but-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5863740618133025682</id><published>2007-06-19T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:17:23.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having a CCA and trying to mug is hard. At least its hard for me. Rushing homework after a long day at school and feeling so tired when u get home after trng so hard. So tired, tt u can't rly think properly and all u wanna do is go to sleep. And the next day in school, still damn tired. When i was in soccer, many ppl asked me y we train so hard when we cannot win anything? Every1 juz wrote off e team without any "national player/DSA/appeal". While every1 was laughing at our "dreams" n stuff, we were working our ass off trying to improve and be better. We knew we only had a very slim chance at winning anything or even getting past group stages. But we still gave our 110% effort during trng. Beacause there was a chance after all and if we trained hard enuff maybe, juz maybe we could have a shot at winning? In the end we may not haf won anything, we may not be A division champs but at least we din give up and juz accept wad every1 was saying. The true test is not abt winning. Rather, its abt chasing ur dreams and never giving up no matter wad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our track guys team may only consist of "average" runners but we're not gonna aim low juz coz we're labelled as such. We're all special runners in our own way. The whole world can label u and ur team as "lousy" or wadever but u better believe in urself and ur teammates. Don't ever doubt urself after u've put in so much hard work. We train hard and we'll give our opponents hell. Juz whack. Or as i like to say, juz vipe them all away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5863740618133025682?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5863740618133025682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5863740618133025682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5863740618133025682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5863740618133025682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/having-cca-and-trying-to-mug-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7202341209656632525</id><published>2007-06-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:06:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've gt an impt race tmr. Swift comp. Taking part in the 4x100m relays and once again i'm e final runner. We managed to clock a timing of 47.54 on thursday. Much better than the 48.smth during the SAA relays...hahah i was injured then also la plus we din haf enuff practice i guess. Need to clock 46.smth to do well in Nationals. I hope i can do my best tmr. Last runner. All the weight of the world is on me. Cya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7202341209656632525?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7202341209656632525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7202341209656632525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7202341209656632525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7202341209656632525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-gt-impt-race-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3225207591882862623</id><published>2007-06-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:15:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If i were a carpenter's son and if i were to marry,&lt;br /&gt;I would marry a carpenter's daughter more than anybody!&lt;br /&gt;Coz she can screw and i can screw and we could screw together,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, screwing one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were an ice-cream man's son and if i were to marry,&lt;br /&gt;I would marry an ice-cream man's daughter more than anybody!&lt;br /&gt;Coz she can lick and i can lick and we could lick together,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, licking one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a policeman's son and if i were to marry,&lt;br /&gt;I would marry a policeman's daughter more than anybody!&lt;br /&gt;Coz she can shoot and i can shoot and we could shoot together,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, shooting one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a teacher's son and if i were to marry,&lt;br /&gt;I would marry a teacher's daughter more than anybody!&lt;br /&gt;Coz she can teach and i can teach and we could teach together,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, teaching one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok i better stop haha. This has been a random post. Byebye! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3225207591882862623?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3225207591882862623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3225207591882862623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3225207591882862623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3225207591882862623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-were-carpenters-son-and-if-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5071896811086441461</id><published>2007-06-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:11:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legs shaking, heart pounding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lungs struggling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears rolling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5071896811086441461?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5071896811086441461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5071896811086441461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5071896811086441461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5071896811086441461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/legs-shaking-heart-pounding-lungs.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1035604372942486149</id><published>2007-06-09T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:30:43.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Ran for an hr+ for e past 2 days. Round and round the top floors of e multi-story carpark near my block. Shld be equal to arnd 10+km each run. I've lost arnd 2kg in less than 24 hrs. Why am i doing it? I dunno, i feel shitty abt everything. Need to put my mind to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1035604372942486149?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1035604372942486149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1035604372942486149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1035604372942486149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1035604372942486149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7009204459576157122</id><published>2007-06-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:58:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLfBHiLFkI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qa7VLqPeqds/s1600-h/DSC05328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071861340667844162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLfBHiLFkI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qa7VLqPeqds/s320/DSC05328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLewXiLFjI/AAAAAAAAABk/PMnsgXa5T24/s1600-h/DSC05370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071861052905035314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLewXiLFjI/AAAAAAAAABk/PMnsgXa5T24/s320/DSC05370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm dead tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLeOHiLFiI/AAAAAAAAABc/XLYoQ6cRzKM/s1600-h/DSC05417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071860464494515746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLeOHiLFiI/AAAAAAAAABc/XLYoQ6cRzKM/s320/DSC05417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booze :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLeGniLFhI/AAAAAAAAABU/4_nju3uMRdA/s1600-h/DSC05401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071860335645496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLeGniLFhI/AAAAAAAAABU/4_nju3uMRdA/s320/DSC05401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roller coaster tt nearly made me throw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLd5XiLFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/zbHMHvgn1Gc/s1600-h/DSC05385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071860108012230146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLd5XiLFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/zbHMHvgn1Gc/s320/DSC05385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its in my hands la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLdkXiLFfI/AAAAAAAAABE/FUpVUdZDNvc/s1600-h/DSC05390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071859747234977266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLdkXiLFfI/AAAAAAAAABE/FUpVUdZDNvc/s320/DSC05390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice name Mr. Teksi driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLdRHiLFeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4Im8lRMWxE4/s1600-h/DSC05399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071859416522495458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLdRHiLFeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4Im8lRMWxE4/s320/DSC05399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monorail sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLcDXiLFdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HavKzkfUmZQ/s1600-h/DSC05412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071858080787666386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLcDXiLFdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HavKzkfUmZQ/s320/DSC05412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tele com towers at nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLbeXiLFcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s0XG-6cC16c/s1600-h/DSC05382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071857445132506562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLbeXiLFcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s0XG-6cC16c/s320/DSC05382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In e day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLbG3iLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m-B2kVqXsjo/s1600-h/DSC05353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071857041405580722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLbG3iLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m-B2kVqXsjo/s320/DSC05353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-Rex and i on a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLa0HiLFaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/seayhEXDd0o/s1600-h/DSC05362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071856719283033506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLa0HiLFaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/seayhEXDd0o/s320/DSC05362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waterfall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLaMXiLFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zIYoSzbTZxk/s1600-h/DSC05344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071856036383233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLaMXiLFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zIYoSzbTZxk/s320/DSC05344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Locals playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geog Trip 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long bus ride, slept a little and watched dodgeball on e bus tv lol! Heh i even took out my inflatable pillow to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My neck was hurting frm e awkward positions so i juz ended up listening to my mp3 for a few hrs straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had buffet at some hotel which really sucked. I had to keep chasing away e housefiles. Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrived at Grand Seasons in e late afternoon. Shared room with T-Rex all e way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to study basalt outcrops but T-Rex and i ended up studying a soccer game between e locals haha. They asked us to join in but our bus was leaving alrd! Wad kinda timing is tt la? SIAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner was good, at some local restaurant but we had no place to wash our hands coz e tap water was yellow! So i juz used the ice in my drink to wash my hands. Smart huh? lol Oh and of cos i din drink the stuff they served us. Where do u think they get the water to mk e drink frm? Wait! Where do u think they get the water to mk e ice?? Dohf! But at least the ice wasn't yellow la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Came back to e hotel and went to play table tennis with T-Rex. He bluffed me he's noob la. Basket hahaha i gt pwned. Been like 10+ yrs since i last played table tennis. Used to be quite gd when i was young la. My father playes it well and so i learned a bit frm him. But now i suck lol Anw guess wad!? I TORE MY SLIPPERS while playing whahahahha! Gd bye dear slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T-Rex kept making fun of me e rest of e day haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slept quite early but before tt we craked a lot of lame jokes esp abt e locals. Eh sial la! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Breakfast was so so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to visit limestone caves. Had to climb up arnd 170m of stairs. I had memories of my mount ophir trip with NCC come flashing back hahhaa. This was seriously nthn compared to tt. With a 12-15 kg backpack, no stairs whatsoever and near vertical climb for 4-5 hrs straight. Took arnd 3 days to go up and come back down. Anw i headed down and realised every1 was lagging behind by a lot. Couldn't even see them, oopppss! I guess if U've nvr climbed down a mountian before those narrow stairs would be freaking scary la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On e way down i spoke my 1st words to some ips. Ferleen and Weijun. Juz told them tt i'm gg down coz they were sitting at e stairs there stoning. I nearly led them down e wrong way but luckly i realised my mistake. Sry abt tt haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to some river to conduct stream studies. I couldn't go in coz i din haf slippers lol! Anw we managed to somehow get our readings tnx to e girls in my grp, catherine and michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to see waterfall but i stayed on land with regina, mich and T-Rex to tlk cock, laugh and watch ppl haf fun lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back at e hotel i chionged to e gym to run 4km. The machine says i burned arnd 400 cals. I dunno wtf tt means oso la haha. Its funny, in the lift after i was done, i still felt like i was running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BBQ buffet dinner was gd. I chionged 6 different cakes. Songbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Debrief till 11+pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did city studies next day on e monorail and then went shopping at Times Sq. Went to see the telecom. tower too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went on the indoor roller coaster rides with regina, huaying and simna. AFTER eating a lunch buffet. Fuck. Its e 1st time i sat in e roller coaster tt went upside down n all. Simna kept shouting " NARAEN!" and i was like " Ahhh fuck la my spicy chicken is comming out" lol! I found the rides quite sian. All it did was mk me feel sick. But i kept gg on it again and again lol! Lesson to learn, don't go on those things with a full stomach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Checked into the familiar PJ Hilton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met up with Basil and co. to buy some booze. Went to their room to drink. I drank 2 cans of some shit. It din taste good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day shopped at the mines. I bought some stuff but nthn for myself la. Haha din see anything i liked. Anw not enuff time to shop for myself. Only had an hr or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T-Rex bought a rugby ball and we played with tt awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long ride back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7009204459576157122?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7009204459576157122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7009204459576157122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7009204459576157122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7009204459576157122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/geog-trip-2007-heres-how-it-went-long.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uxn0_tNFEaI/RmLfBHiLFkI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qa7VLqPeqds/s72-c/DSC05328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5034295322795718036</id><published>2007-06-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:55:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok i'm supposed to blog abt e geog trip but i'm rly tired right now. It was fun, esp with thomas there to tlk cock with. I had a fruitful trip i suppose. Revised quite a bit of human n physical geog. And also at least now i know exactly wad i need to revise lol!Anw i'm shagged. Gd nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5034295322795718036?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5034295322795718036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5034295322795718036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5034295322795718036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5034295322795718036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-im-supposed-to-blog-abt-e-geog-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-125179048936902844</id><published>2007-05-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:05:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know ur face, no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or feel the touch, that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;We might as well be strangers, in another town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We might as well be living, in a different world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know your thoughts these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're strangers in, an empty space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't understand your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahhh i'm feeling down and i dunno y :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-125179048936902844?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/125179048936902844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=125179048936902844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/125179048936902844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/125179048936902844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-know-ur-face-no-more-or-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8262964023400042420</id><published>2007-05-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:33:19.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saw 2 movies this week lol! 28 weeks later and Blades of glory. 28 weeks later was quite crappy although its a damn sick show with a lot of blood, gore and all tt. The thing i enjoyed most abt the movie is tt e "zombies" can sprint! OMG they can run super fast la. I started to think abt tt. Imagine if there were zombies chasing u. In the classical zombie movies, they moved slowly so u could escape most of e time. But here they're DAMN fast. And they dun get tired. I got 1 word to sum up my feelings if i gt such things chasing me : SCREWED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blades of glory on e other hand was superb! Hahahha a lame show to brighten up my day :) Geog trip comming up and i'm the freaking group leader. Erm...wtf? whahahhahaa! I'm the best leader coz i let my followers lead the way :P Oh and i gt race this sunday at 2.30pm. 1 day before the geog trip. (*!^#(^!)$^$??!!?? Hahhaha anw gtg rest sia. Cya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8262964023400042420?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8262964023400042420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8262964023400042420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8262964023400042420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8262964023400042420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/saw-2-movies-this-week-lol-28-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3093506306128690146</id><published>2007-05-15T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:46:54.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Race tmr. Erm...ya hahaha. Gotta slp! nite! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3093506306128690146?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3093506306128690146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3093506306128690146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3093506306128690146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3093506306128690146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/race-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8175307626337556052</id><published>2007-05-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:42:32.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday - &lt;/em&gt;I was owned in 4x100 m heats by an ex-tracker hu was 4th in s'pore last yr for 200m. But we're 2nd overall anw. I had maybe a 10m lead? I've done the maths and physics. I ran FUCKING slow hahahaha a lousy 12.9 - 13 sec for my 100m. Fuck la, i was alrd doing 12.7 in sec2 la. And last yr i was 12.0 hahhaa. Maybe i was laxing coz there was no1 in front of me. I dunno. All i know is tt i'm much faster than tt and i'll prove it in the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friday &lt;/em&gt;-  Pleasantly nice :) Although e popcorn was a bit hard to finish 3/4 lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8175307626337556052?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8175307626337556052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8175307626337556052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8175307626337556052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8175307626337556052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-i-was-owned-in-4x100-m-heats.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8601652716268825939</id><published>2007-04-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:19:08.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was cip at YMCA. For autistic kids. Well, they were all 18 and above so maybe i shld use the word "people" hahaha. But in my eyes they're still juz kids at heart la. I went there not knowing what to expect. All i knew was some basic stuff abt e behaviour of such kids. Eric and myself were station masters for a game. Pictionary. When the 1st group arrived i din know wad to say. So i juz took down points while eric handled the kids. But i decided to juz be myself and tlk when the next group came. They're actually quite normal la. Juz need to treat them in a special way. Like look them in the eyes when u tlk to em n all tt. I guess i was quiet during the 1st group coz i've never met such children up close before and i was kinda scared and sad. I was in charge of giving them the words to draw on e board. I had a lot of words on e cards but most were too difficult for them. I juz din haf e heart to give them something they din know how to draw in front of so many ppl. There were here to haf fun n enjoy after all. So i let them choose smth they could draw. Usually i gave them smth easy like "apple" or "bottle" and i always had smth ready juz in case they couldn't draw those. Some drew very well! Better than me! hahahha while some drew other weird stuff. I felt so sad when e rest couldn't make out what was being drawn. So i juz gave them clues until they guessed it correctly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;As i stood there in the room, i realised smth. I wasn't the 1 teaching them lessons or anything. They were teaching me how to be happy with my life. They laughed and had so much fun. Its been such a long time since i was like tt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8601652716268825939?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8601652716268825939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8601652716268825939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8601652716268825939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8601652716268825939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-cip-at-ymca.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-2680679663711271140</id><published>2007-04-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:29:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Napfa is over. Ummm hahaha sbj wasn't tt bad after all i guess. Gold. Not full marks though :( Too bad i guess. I can't believe i was so afriad of getting silver. How stupid. Well tt completes arnd 10 yrs of gold now whahahaha! Anw enuff of this shit, its no big deal oso. Played soccer after napfa and i must admit i was fucking tired after tt lol. Then went for buffet somewhere and ate a lot of stuff with my j3 frens. LOL i played arnd with the food until i damn happy. Haha we marched arnd like some platoon in ns. Damn funny, got a lot of ppl look at us then move away lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After napfa actually gt some unhappy stuff tt happened. Fuck. Its the 1st time i've ever scolded a girl in my life before. Well...wadever la she asked for it. Hahaha songbo! This marks the 1st time i've lost my temper in nj. Will it be the last? In a fucked up place with so many fucked up ppl arnd me? I doubt it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-2680679663711271140?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2680679663711271140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=2680679663711271140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2680679663711271140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2680679663711271140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/napfa-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7576241053580386178</id><published>2007-04-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:31:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coldplay - Fix You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;High up above or down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7576241053580386178?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7576241053580386178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7576241053580386178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7576241053580386178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7576241053580386178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/coldplay-fix-you-when-you-try-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8998823643942769906</id><published>2007-04-06T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:41:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nafpa. The 1st time i took it was in primary 3? 4? 5? lol i forgot but i remember tt i only gt silver for my 1st ever Nafpa. SILVER! I got pissed and so ever since tt 1st test i've gotten gold every yr :) I think i slacked off during the tests tts y i got silver lol! Usually even if nv train can still get gold. So now is the last time i'm taking napfa and i expect to get a gold. Nothing less and nothing more. Just a gold. In primary 2 my PE tcher wanted to put me in trim n fit. Can u fucking believe tt? I was stunned oso. I everyday play soccer 1 la! I almost wanted to say "wtf?" in front of him. Fucking noob. I'll die before i become fat and unfit. In primary 1 i went and took part in some intra school sports day shit. I arrived late for the heats. 100m. I wasn't very fit and slim then i admit. I still had most of my baby fats hanging around haha. Anw i had to join the girls heats coz the guys alrd finish their heats. They juz needed my timing. And so i ran among the girls. I was happy and dumb then. I finished 2nd. SECOND! WTF! BEHIND a fucking girl. I lost face like fuck. And the worst part was tt my father was in the grandstand watching. Some guys laughed at me and i din know wad to do. I just felt stupid. In the end i din qualify and my father laughed at me. Ppl in my class kept disturbing me about it too. The boy hu made a fool of himself trying to sprint. Yup tts wad i was. 4 yrs later in primary 5 i took part again. This time i was 1st in my heats. All e other guys were stunned. Some were the same guys hu laughed at me in primary1. They asked me y i suddenly so fast. I juz told them i wasn't fast. Nope. THEY were slow. Don't laugh at ppl if they're not doing well or if they're slow. One day they might just fuck u upside down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8998823643942769906?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8998823643942769906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8998823643942769906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8998823643942769906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8998823643942769906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/nafpa.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-2061620642296665199</id><published>2007-04-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:08:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rest. Tts wad my leg needs. Hope i'll be back in under a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-2061620642296665199?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2061620642296665199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=2061620642296665199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2061620642296665199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2061620642296665199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/rest.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7360899023623753885</id><published>2007-03-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:57:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I walk into the changing room and i feel a little excited. As i pull on the colours of my school i feel a weight fall on my shoulders. I sit down n close my eyes. I run through wad needs to be done in my mind over n over again. No mistakes. Soccer or track, its the same preparation. Sweat drips down the side of my face. I pay no attention to it. Comfort went out the window the moment i started to focus on the task at hand. When i'm ready i walk out into the harsh sunlight. My eyes are blinded for a moment but they quickly adjust. So many ppl frm so many schools, all hoping to do their best and win smth. Sports school, RJ, VJ, SJI...u name it. Mostly seasoned runners/sprinters. And i couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I report to the tent with my teammates and being the last runner i was given a sticker showing our lane number, to paste on my fbt shorts. After lacing up my spikes and rubbing deep heat i sat quietly, hoping tt my hamstring injury wouldn't surface during the race. I was not fully recovered after all. My thoughts were interrupted when we were asked to move to our starting positions. No talking, no good lucks. We knew what needed to be done. As i walk past the entire grandstand to my starting place, time seems to crawl. Finally i reach the sopt. I rip off the tape frm my shirt and start to count 23 steps. Then i paste the tape onto the track and double check the spacing. There's barely enough time to get some warm up sprints done before the gun fires. I watch our 1st runner fly out of the starting blocks. It had begun. I wait. Looking. Hoping. Finally the 3rd runner receives the baton...it din look smooth. But i pushed it aside as it was now my turn. Standing alongside the fastest runners in the country, i take deep breaths and push fear out of my mind. I get into my starting poise and look over my shoulder. 3...2...1 the 3rd runner steps onto the tape and i'm off. Forward. Tts all i worry about. Muscles tensed and pumping, i claw the track with everything i've got. My ears are open...."out!", the signal for me to receive the baton. My left-hand flies out and the baton is whacked into my palm. I grab it and focus on getting faster n faster. I'm catching the runner in front of me...slowly but surely...SNAP! Oooppsss there goes my hamstring. I slow down. My legs can't open up and i feel off balance not to mention the pain. All i can do is to stride through the remainder of the race. I finish last. I feel like shit. Its all my fault. A bad day indeed. But its not over. Those fuckers hu overtook me coz of my injury, I'll fuck u all upside down in e next race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7360899023623753885?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7360899023623753885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7360899023623753885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7360899023623753885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7360899023623753885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-walk-into-changing-room-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7489456773522848887</id><published>2007-03-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:28:04.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAA school relays. There's a lot i can say. I could tlk abt how i ran with an injury and abt how i lost our 5th place n came in last coz of my injury which came back half way while i was running. But i think i'll juz say tt i'm sorry. I'm no runner and i was stupid to think tt i could mk a difference at national level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7489456773522848887?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7489456773522848887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7489456773522848887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7489456773522848887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7489456773522848887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/saa-school-relays.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-5274854020501394674</id><published>2007-03-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:04:13.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bleed and break for wad u want. Fuck the leg. I'm gg to whack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-5274854020501394674?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5274854020501394674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=5274854020501394674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5274854020501394674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/5274854020501394674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/bleed-and-break-for-wad-u-want.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-7486709837530982940</id><published>2007-03-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:54:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today i feel great. 1st time in such a long time but it feels good. Hahaha u know i've been hearing the term "eye candy" for 2 yrs now and its rly reached a pt where i must say smth. Nobody fucking used tt term in my whole life until i came to nj. I think it sucks. Its so...gay. Might as well call em eye chilli or smth since they're so fucking hot. Plus, i don't wanna hear abt some fucking eye candy when i'm busy doing stuff. Like breathing. I don't mind tt much if my close frens do tt. Ppl i know well. But if ur not some1 i tlk to often : Fuck Off. I've had enough of this fucking shit. I can understand favouring ppl for their looks n all tt shit but going crazy over some1 u totally dun even know is juz fucking dumb. Oh and if ur ugly, shut the fuck up. U've no right to open ur mouth abt any eye candy or wadever. Juz think of urself as a small child with no fucking money in a candy shop. So juz be happy with wadever u get and dun make so much fucking noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-7486709837530982940?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7486709837530982940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=7486709837530982940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7486709837530982940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/7486709837530982940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-feel-great.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-3745391328898985852</id><published>2007-03-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:35:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loser. Yea tts what the fuck i've turned into. So starting frm tml i'm cutting the bullshit and i'm back to normal. Hu the fuck am i? I'm some1 nobody fucks arnd with. So don't fuck with me. I'll fuck u upside down. Fuck fuck fuck wat the fuck is wrong with the word fuck? Its juz a fucking word after all. So pardon me coz i dun rly give a fuck anw. If u don't like the word fuck, u can fuck off coz i love it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i do if some1 punched me or smth? I'd let him punch the other cheek as well. And after tt i'd kill him. A punch to the solar plexus would be enough to kill. If tts not enough, a blow to the throat tts hard enough to crush his windpipe would be gd too. Finally, i'd smash his face on my knee and watch the blood flow. Either tt or i get killed. Hahha both outcomes are quite acceptable. Anw juz shut the fuck up la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-3745391328898985852?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3745391328898985852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=3745391328898985852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3745391328898985852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/3745391328898985852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/loser.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-2018263748188965266</id><published>2007-03-16T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:55:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling angry today. I haf no idea y though. Maybe its everything. I've been having trouble sleeping recently. I used to wake up at 7am no matter wad, an in-built alarm clock of sorts. Until now. Now i wake up at 4am and i can't go back to slp. So i've had a lot of time to think. I'm unhappy tts for sure. And the problem is tt there's nthn much i can do abt it. I know exactly wad's making me unhappy. But screw it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so boring tt i've gt nthn to write here. Wtf. I can't believe i'm wasting my life like this. Hmmmm life? Wad life? Mugging, being alone, running, playing e guit, watch tv, eat and slp. Hahhaa i guess everything's normal after all. But i'm not a loner and i don't like it. I need to tlk, laugh, crack lame jokes and listen to other ppl tlking as well. I miss tt. I miss my close frens hu've all gone into ns alrd. And i miss the feeling of having smth to look forward to. Hahah i guess i juz nid a gf. But tts smth every1 nids to wait for. The waiting part kinda sucks but i guess there shld be nthn other than A lvls on my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-2018263748188965266?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2018263748188965266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=2018263748188965266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2018263748188965266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2018263748188965266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-feeling-angry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-6829328109191448651</id><published>2007-03-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:06:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pain. Yup tts all i feel right now...every single step. Pain is gd. Its the only real emotion. Pain is the only lasting feeling. Everything's followed by pain. Pain in ur head, heart, body and soul. U can never escape pain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happYness. A great movie. Happiness is smth u can chase all u want. But will u ever get it? Do u even haf a fraction of it right now? If u do gd for u. I love the movie. " I remember getting A for a history test or a math test and getting tt good feeling inside of me. A good feeling about all the great things i could be. But i never became any of those" So yea, screw tests, exams and ppl and their expectations. Happiness. hahaha have u found it? Coz i lost mine years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-6829328109191448651?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6829328109191448651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=6829328109191448651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6829328109191448651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/6829328109191448651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-9081417371568208367</id><published>2007-03-13T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:41:46.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road run was ok. Hahaha b4 the thing eric, calvin and myself went to the empty canteen to make a video on how we wanted to start the race. I suggested tt we chiong out and start doing flying kicks and punch the air. LOL so tt ppl will be damn scared to overtake us and then we can win road run :p Eric took the video while i acted out the insane kicking/punching guy part. Hahahha it was quite funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, victor, calvin and myself were supposed to run the whole thing together. We were supposed to slack. A lot of e J2 guys, some i totally dun even know kept asking me wad pos i wanna get this yr. LOL i juz looked at em and say i not chionging this yr hahaa. Anw when e race started some1 called ERIC started to chiong. Then vicctor followed and me too. Of cos i was shouting " Eh eric! WTF?" whahahaha. Poor calvin gt left behind. Sry calvin! U can whack eric up. Then eric decided to chiong even faster. I couldn't keep up. Sad huh? I'm not very fit now. But half way i passed eric LOL he said he gt stitch hahaa. Too bad i din chiong right frm e start. In the end when i crossed the finish line i was so bored i juz went to play soccer by myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw gt track trng soon. Oh and i gt my track vest. LOL yes they call the singlet a vest. Oh and the fbt shorts are super short as well. I might as well juz not wear any shorts lol! Ok i'm off to eat lunch and head out! bb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-9081417371568208367?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9081417371568208367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=9081417371568208367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/9081417371568208367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/9081417371568208367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-not-afraid-to-keep-on-living.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4833634818425711892</id><published>2007-03-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:57:47.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heartache&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4833634818425711892?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4833634818425711892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4833634818425711892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4833634818425711892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4833634818425711892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/heartache.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-2162604906113370686</id><published>2007-02-28T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:53:29.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll Be In My Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;It will be all right&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand Hold it tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all around you&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one so small,&lt;br /&gt;you seem so strong&lt;br /&gt;My arms will hold you,&lt;br /&gt;keep you safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;This bond between us&lt;br /&gt;Can't be broken&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;From this day on&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;You'll be here in my heart, always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand&lt;br /&gt;the way we feel&lt;br /&gt;They just don't trust&lt;br /&gt;what they can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know we're different but,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside us&lt;br /&gt;We're not that different at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;From this day on&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to them&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what do they know&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;to have, to hold&lt;br /&gt;They'll see in time&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When destiny calls you&lt;br /&gt;You must be strong&lt;br /&gt;I may not be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;They'll see in time&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;We'll show them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;From this day on,&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart, always&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I've spent 2 yrs looking for the best song to sum up my feelings and now i've found it. Hahaha i love this song too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-2162604906113370686?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2162604906113370686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=2162604906113370686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2162604906113370686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/2162604906113370686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/youll-be-in-my-heart-come-stop-your.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8837934019985557310</id><published>2007-02-27T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:14:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was super nice :) In fact, it was magical! I almost expected harry potter to jump out of e bushes and zap my ass lol! :P Met up with shoof :) Its been such a long long time eh? Haha hope u enjoyed the food, although we couldn't finish it all whahaha! Anw dun worry too much abt friday k? I'm sure u'll do juz fine :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and the will smith movie's called "The Pursuit Of Happyness" yup its HappyNess i dunno y oso haha. Opens on 1st march so shld be no prob next week or anytime after my blasted CTs end. I can't wait for it to end! Then can relax n haf fun :D Ok i shall go mug now. SIAN hhahhaa bb!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8837934019985557310?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8837934019985557310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8837934019985557310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8837934019985557310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8837934019985557310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-super-nice-in-fact-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-4855201716589046786</id><published>2007-02-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:06:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This world, this world is cold&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t, you don’t have to go&lt;br /&gt;You’re feeling sad you’re feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;You’re mother’s gone and your father hits you&lt;br /&gt;This pain you cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;We all have the same things to go thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your days you say they’re way too long&lt;br /&gt;And your nights you can’t sleep at all (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t want to no more&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for but you don’t want to no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you’re doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop searching it’s not over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna hold on. I'm back. I won't let rubbish take over my life and screw everything up. Never. Its true i feel sad and lonely. But so do a lot of others. So when i think abt it again i'm not sad and lonely anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-4855201716589046786?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4855201716589046786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=4855201716589046786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4855201716589046786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/4855201716589046786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-world-this-world-is-cold-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-1335798989374748231</id><published>2007-02-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:01:37.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CTs are comming and i've not even started. I feel...scared but only a little. I don't rly give a shit abt these tests or much of anything else in my life right now. I juz feel tired all e time. Even after sleeping a lot i still feel tired. I don't haf e mood to pick up my notes at all. All i wanna do is to pause life right now. I need time to clear up my head. But time and tide waits for no man eh? I feel like 2005 is happening all over again. And tt rly bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memories. Oh how i hate so much of my memories. Many of which haunt me and will never leave me. And the sick thing is tt...there's much more to come. Worse ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've only lived 18 yrs of my life so far. Yet i feel like i've been here for a much longer time than tt. Its like if ur in school listening to some boring lecture, time seems to crawl and u juz wish it would end sooner. I guess i want it to end. Everyday seems to be screwed up and i've had enough of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-1335798989374748231?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1335798989374748231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=1335798989374748231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1335798989374748231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/1335798989374748231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/cts-are-comming-and-ive-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-8706563478393760844</id><published>2007-02-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:09:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all, juz got home juz now lol! Fireworks at marina sq was cool but i wish i could haf spent it with...anw so much has happened since i last blogged. My msn is screwed! I've not been able to go online for like a mth now. Oh i've joined track! 4X100m relay team :) Hope i dun screw tt up as well. Seems like everything is getting screwed up now. A lot of frens, even myself getting injured n all tt crap. Well, hope we all recover in time to do wad we need to do. V day has come...and gone. Hmmm ya ok hahaha. I juz had a long tlk with my frens today and oso over the past few days. Seems like they're all scolding me. I gotta admit wad u say makes sense. But y is it tt i juz can't seem to do tt??! Ohhh its so frustrating!! I'm unable to change my mind a single bit! I know i shld for my own good. Is it rly my fault? It juz happened and i din ask for it. Hai...i dunno wad alrd la. I'm not thinking properly and i feel sad all the time. Maybe i'm ugly, short, black and hairy but u know wad...i've got feelings too. Oh God, pls help me out. I've gotta get rid of the sorrow in my chest and the lump in my toe. I juz want some1 to care abt me and to be there for me all the time. It seems like these problems are rly out of my hands so i've gt no choice but to pray tt they go away. I've not asked God for anything in a damn long time. Maybe He's juz laughing at me right now. I dunno and i dun rly care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-8706563478393760844?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8706563478393760844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=8706563478393760844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8706563478393760844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/8706563478393760844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-all-juz-got-home-juz-now-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-117112373071302053</id><published>2007-02-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:08:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sooooo tired! hahaha i juz got home at 11+pm and i'm like falling asleep la. Spent e whole day walking arnd and now i'm super shagged lol! And i'm still not done! Hahaha still got a lot to do. Yest was quite sad la. I expected MI to be much better than tt. YY i'm sry e game wasn't as gd as u expected it to be! :( Plus i oso hoped NJ would play much better but they did their best la. I hope they do better n better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-117112373071302053?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117112373071302053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=117112373071302053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117112373071302053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117112373071302053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sooooo-tired-hahaha-i-juz-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-117058562978649561</id><published>2007-02-04T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:40:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday was cool. I wish nj could haf won the stupid match though. Coz i rly think tt they are much better than wad the final score reflects. All e best to them. I'll be behind them all e way :) Anw, no prob yy! I enjoyed explaining e rules to u. Hahaha dun worry it'll tk some time to get used to it all :) Yest was oso fun! hahaha i love soccer and i'll die before i ever stop playing! :P S'pore vs Thailand soon! wooohooo! go sgp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-117058562978649561?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117058562978649561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=117058562978649561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117058562978649561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117058562978649561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-was-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-117033793769979790</id><published>2007-02-01T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:52:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a new shoebag! I want a nike shoebag la! :) hahahaha ok tmr maths test GG alrd. Looking forward to soccer on sat and s'pore match on sunday! V Day comming and guess wad, i haf no date and maybe i dun rly give a fuck. Hahahaha cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-117033793769979790?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117033793769979790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=117033793769979790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117033793769979790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/117033793769979790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-new-shoebag-i-want-nike-shoebag.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116928876428387469</id><published>2007-01-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:29:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honey, it's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time running&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby its been a long time waiting&lt;br /&gt;Such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating?&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you hear that sound?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116928876428387469?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116928876428387469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116928876428387469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116928876428387469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116928876428387469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/honey-its-been-long-time-coming-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116919931881710568</id><published>2007-01-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:35:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear girls, please mk life easy for us guys. If u like a guy say it or show it and if u don't, tell him in the face or via sms or smth. Dun drag it if u dun even think he's ok looking. Lemme tell u how a guy goes abt picking a girl. He dosen't. It juz happens and its not in his hands. So dun be so mean to him coz its not his fault. He dosent care abt what his frens think n all tt shit. All he cares is abt u. And he will do anything juz to see u smile. Most of the time he'd have done many things juz for u behind ur back. So u won't notice all tt he's doing for u. U won't even realise how much he rly likes u. So if u do pls tell him what u think of him. If u think its not going to work out say it. Be direct. But u know u shld try it out 1st before u mk a decision. Coz how do u expect the guy to even get to know u better if u dun even hang out together? And get to know ur frens? hahahah ok so girls please! Open up those eyes and start to notice n feel stuff. Dun let gd things pass and regret later on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116919931881710568?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116919931881710568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116919931881710568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116919931881710568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116919931881710568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-girls-please-mk-life-easy-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116878593800408583</id><published>2007-01-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:45:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahahha ok i'm much better today. Ignore the last post. Tml is the start of a new week and perhaps smth new as well (: Soccer on sat! I'm looking forward to tt and my runs too ! No time to grow fat and become a loser. Cya in 7 days...whahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116878593800408583?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116878593800408583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116878593800408583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116878593800408583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116878593800408583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahahahha-ok-im-much-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116814812994544191</id><published>2007-01-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:38:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:) Yes i'm starting the post with a :) lol! Soccer yest was fun. Every1 played well hahahah and as usual i din play tt well. Maybe i juz expect too much out of myself. Oh well...wadever. Been slacking for 2 days now. Hahhaha its so hard to do hw again after such a long break. I'm taking forever juz to do like 5 maths Qs la. Plus i forgot how to do a lot of stuff. Hahahah GG la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human geog essay is lame. Its so lame tt i finished it in abt an hr...hehehe :p Awww damn sian la...still got e drqs to do :( Nvm its alrite...slow n steady! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Underworld yest! Hahahah damn nice...vampires and werewolves fight each other and then Kate Beckinsale (selene) a vampire herself, falls in love with a werewolf. And the whole war between vampires and werewolves started beacause of love between a werewolf and a vampire. Its quite sad actually...mixing of "species" started the whole war. Oh well...enough for today alrd la. I gtg do some maths, phy, econs n geog. lol! bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116814812994544191?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116814812994544191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116814812994544191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116814812994544191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116814812994544191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-im-starting-post-with-lol-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116800046757744281</id><published>2007-01-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:35:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007. &lt;/strong&gt;What will happen this yr? How will it all turn out? Hahahha screw all those Qs. I'm juz gg to do my best and hope for the best. Holiday hw is slowly being finished hahahaha YES!!! I've been feeling so tired these past few days. Hahahhaa these past 2 mths i've done nothing other than play play and play! Now hard work begins...sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lame day. Whahahaa PE only take height n weight -.- sian...i was hoping to do some runs. Then geog was the best...walked/ran into the wrong lt! wahhahaha! GG la. When i entered i saw so many ip faces and i knew smth was wrong. Lucky ting din get too pissed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the new PE tcher is my old PE tcher frm sji!! Mr.irwan! (hope tts e correct spelling :p) Hahaha he dman lame...1st day during assembly dunno how he saw me and he pointed at me. LOL!! Too bad he's not teaching me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml soccer! woohooo! ok nice hope 2007's gd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116800046757744281?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116800046757744281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116800046757744281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116800046757744281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116800046757744281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116658309237291711</id><published>2006-12-20T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:51:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 yrs seems to haf juz passed me by. I still remember my 1st day in sec3 at sji. I didn't know many of my classmates. But after a few mths i got to know every1 well enough. I remember always getting scolded by my maths tcher, remember the 1st time i met qinglun, winston, calvin, frois, eric and every1 else. Hahahah we had fun times then eh winston? I don't think u'll ever read this but i juz wanna say tt even though we flunked everything in sec3/sec4 and gt scolded a lot, it was the best 2 yrs of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when u were successful in ur appeal into nj after prelims? Hahaha i wanted to go there too but i couldn't coz all i had was NCC as my cca. Haha u dumb ass, if u didn't go there i wouldn't have too. After sitting side by side for 2 yrs, tlking cock, playing soccer, going through shit and juz laughing at ourselves, i rly thought it would never end. I guess i've changed a lot since then eh? Hahaha maybe not for better but i've not been having a fun time these 2 yrs and i hope u understand. Now i'm going into my 3rd and final yr. I wish i could waste time and laugh with u and damien next yr. I wish we could mug at oasis or library and then go eat dinner after tt, juz like wad we did this yr. I'm sry i screwed up. I've lost a lot of frens coz of my stupid mistake last yr. At least i've still got u guys. I hope i dun lose tt too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116658309237291711?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116658309237291711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116658309237291711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116658309237291711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116658309237291711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-yrs-seems-to-haf-juz-passed-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116601867027404959</id><published>2006-12-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:08:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All around me are familiar faces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Worn out places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Worn out faces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bright and early for the daily races,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Going nowhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Going nowhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No expression, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No expression,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I find it kind of funny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I find it kind of sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I find it hard to take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When people run in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a very very,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mad world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mad world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I feel the way that every child should, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sit and listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sit and listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one knew me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one knew me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look right through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look right through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I find it kind of funny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I find it kind of sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116601867027404959?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116601867027404959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116601867027404959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116601867027404959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116601867027404959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-around-me-are-familiar-faces-worn.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116593557450447230</id><published>2006-12-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:59:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired. I'm so tired now. But i go on. The day will come when i can no longer do so. But today is not tt day. Next yr is so much closer now. I've been waiting so long for it and now its almost here. No regrets. I'll mk sure there's none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116593557450447230?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116593557450447230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116593557450447230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116593557450447230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116593557450447230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116585628763699958</id><published>2006-12-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:02:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to eat buffet today! SONGBO!! Eat until i wanna puke liao. Hahhahaha damn nice. Then went to watch Deja Vu. DON'T watch this crappy movie! Trust me it rly sucks. It makes u use up a lot of brain power for nothing. The ending is stupid too. After movie me and stick went to play time crisis 2. Stick is damn pro but unfortunatly i'm not :( He can clear the whole game with juz 1 credit. I can't even get half way through. Hahahaha a waste of $2 but hu cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr morning soccer again! Bring it on la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116585628763699958?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116585628763699958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116585628763699958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116585628763699958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116585628763699958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-eat-buffet-today-songbo-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116566456825353447</id><published>2006-12-09T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:43:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today kenna caught by police for playing soccer! Hahahahah damn nice. Went to play soccer in e morning at woodlands there with stick and tyrik. There were a lot of ppl at e court and the floor was still wet coz it juz rained. So we went to the multi-story carpark near the court to play awhile. Whahahahha we always go there to play if it rains or smth. Dunno which loser call police sia..playing half way suddenly gt police come all the way up to the floor we were playing on. Sian i nearly wanted to run but then i realised tt was damn stupid. They parked and this officer came out and said, "Wha u all frm nj arh?" LOL!! hahahah nthn much happen to us anw. They juz took down our names, IC blah blah and told us not to play there again. So i juz decided to go run 4km in e car park lol! I estimated the distance with e timing i took and my pace. Hahahha ppl going to their cars muz haf thought i'm retarded. Hu cares hahaha. After tt we went back to the court to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we saw our 2 new frens...2 malay guys. They're 3 yrs older than me at least i think and they're very good. Hahahha the moment we stepped into the court the other teams GG liao. Nobody managed to win us in the few hrs we were there. YEA! i rammed the ball like siao..wooohooo!! today was gd..out muscled a lot of idiots, dribbled past em, placed good inch perfect passes, scored goals and rammed a lot of keepers until their hands GG. Wha i love the feeling of toying with ppl when i play. Hahahha sounds mean but it rly feels gd. And finally its quite nice to hear the loud THUMP! or CRACK! when i ram the ball towards the keeper. Its a sound i love to hear coz it means tt the connection btwn my foot and ball was perfect. Accuracy isn't a big issue coz its on target most of the time. The keeper has 2 options only : (1) Block the ball (if he can see it in time la...i doubt it) and suffer a hell lot of pain in his wrist or wadever it hits or (2) watch the ball go into the net (ok maybe he wun even see tt...hawhaw!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos i'm only human and i'm no world-class player. So naturally i make mistakes too. Damn, still there's no excuse for mistakes. I've learnt smth the hard way in life. 2nd chances are bullshit. U've only gt 1 shot at everything. Dun screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116566456825353447?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116566456825353447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116566456825353447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116566456825353447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116566456825353447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-kenna-caught-by-police-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116557840074603815</id><published>2006-12-08T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:49:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had my 1st electric guitar lesson today! Woooohooo!! The guy teaching me is damn pro. Plus he looks cool juz like some rocker. I learnt more in 1 hr then wad i've tried to learn myself in a mth. Hahah wth rite...Learnt some basic chords and proper strumming patterns. Down down down down, up down up down, down down up up down, ect. Came home and practised like siao. My fingertips on e left hand are numb and sore but at least i can change chords smoothly now. Also i dun haf to worry so much abt the strumming alrd...after some time i got used to it lol. Learning a simple version of yellow by coldplay now. Hahhaha i'm glad my tcher taught me tt. After all its one of my all time favoutire songs. Now i'm trying to sing and play at e same time..hahaha maybe i'm doing too much in a day but i dun care. Faster is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about speed, i've gotta improve my speed in LIFE lol!! Tts coz i wanna do everything faster and better. I want to run faster, write faster, type faster, think faster...hahaha i juz wanna be faster and better in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr morning soccer again! YAY! =) This time i'm prepared. Bring it on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116557840074603815?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116557840074603815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116557840074603815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116557840074603815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116557840074603815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-my-1st-electric-guitar-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116547321141018961</id><published>2006-12-07T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:34:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played soccer today. SONGBO!!!! Tyrik, stick and myself went insane. We saw some guys younger than us playing there, got arnd 6 of em. We told em we 3 vs em all! I only got 1 thing to say...INSANE. Wha we run until wanna die liao. At least we still won in e end. Damn, based on my performance today i think i've got a lot of work to do these hols. Need to really get back my touch. Today i wasn't happy with my 1st touches, ball control and dribbling. Oh and my shots! OMG!!!! wtf has happened to my shots la?? Hit the bar a few times and also missed the target completely sometimes. Hahahaha nvm la sure will improve back to normal soon, i hope. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports rocks. When i see ppl playing their best and trying to win i feel happy. I too always play to win. There's not much sense in playing anything if ur juz gonna lose like tt. Its a concept i try to apply in all areas in life. Live to win and even if u can't, just try ur very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116547321141018961?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116547321141018961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116547321141018961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116547321141018961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116547321141018961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/played-soccer-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116467958930299269</id><published>2006-11-28T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:07:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Birds are amazing creatures. I was watching this documentary on birds and their seasonal migration. They travel in large grps for thousands of km. Some birds travel alone or together with their parther. Hahahah its damn funny yet heart warming to see some birds as couples. These species only have 1 parther to mate with for the rest of their lives. Unlike other species or animals where it keeps changing. So they're more or less like "husband &amp;amp; wife" lol! Some couples have been together for 20+ yrs! And every yr they test how close they are by taking off and landing together. A couple tt does this in synchronisation are supposed to be a perfect match. Hahaha oh and they often imitate and "mirror" their partner's movements to show their love. When 1 like ducks its head into the water or smth the other will immediately copy the action! Whahahahahahah! Its super funny to watch these foolish birds trying to express their love for each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes when we try to express our feelings we look and sound stupid too. But its not and if u think it is, u've gt a heart made of stone and nobody will ever be able to melt tt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116467958930299269?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116467958930299269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116467958930299269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116467958930299269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116467958930299269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/birds-are-amazing-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116385433956571667</id><published>2006-11-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:52:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lvls juz ended. I shld haf worked harder last yr. I feel damn sad now la...wtf was i doing last yr? hai..now i've to face the music. I managed to ignore a lot of emotions this yr and juz focus on my work. But now its all comming back once again and i can't ignore it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit now. Every1's moving ahead and i'm juz standing still. Its like as though i missed the bus with all my frens on it. So now i'll juz haf to wait until the next bus comes and mk the journey all alone, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was juz hoping u'd keep me company tts all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116385433956571667?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116385433956571667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116385433956571667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116385433956571667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116385433956571667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/lvls-juz-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116332832831112646</id><published>2006-11-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:45:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nazis. Holocaust. War crimes. I can't seem to get these words out of my head. I totally forgot abt what those animals did until i read abt it somewhere in one of my books. 6 million innocent people were murdered and the world just watched. Old people, some in wheelchairs, children, babies...every1. The soilders could juz kill ppl on the streets...for no reason at all. They killed young children and old ppl juz for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst shit happened in the death camps. People were sent to various camps by the thousands via trains. There those hu were too old or young to do any work were sent to the gas chambers immediately. The rest were treated worse than animals. After long backbreaking hours of labour, many of them were juz shot dead or hanged for every1 to see. Babies...even tiny little ones were thrown into the "ovens". Their fats were used to mk candles. The Nazis oso used human skin to make book covers. Human hair was used to make coats. They did not even let the dead rest in peace. Can you imagine? Little children watching their parents, family members get shot, hanged and tortured right in front of their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular camp, this german officer made some innocent old ppl stand on the 2nd floor of a building. It was high enough to break their bones but not kill them. He took out his pistol and told them to jump or die. They jumped, breaking many of their bones and some died. The officer was laughing as he came down and shot those hu had survived in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 million people...what a fucked up world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116332832831112646?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116332832831112646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116332832831112646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116332832831112646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116332832831112646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/nazis.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116323600287483763</id><published>2006-11-11T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:07:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to improve ur 2.4km run in juz 1-2 weeks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since i'm so bored i'm gonna juz reveal some of my secrets. If u think i'm naturally fit...well ur rite. Hahaha! But rly...running 10+ min ofr 2.4 km is v.normal for ppl like me hu r always running arnd, playing soccer or smth. However, ever since comming to nj...things have changed. I run a lot less. I play SO much less soccer too. Now i'm juz some semi-fit/unfit slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i plan to get back my fitness? Well, actually soon i'll be playing soccer v.often so...its nt rly a big deal. If u rly wanna get ur 2.4 km timing down to 10+ min frm 12+ min, i suggest tt u run 4 km 3 times a week. U haf to push urself each round. Juz treat the 1st 6 rnds like normal 2.4. Then the last 4 rnds will be hell but juz DON'T walk. Keep running and after 2 weeks of this shit, ur 2.4 km timing will drop like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most impt thing is NOT to walk! Seriously, walking is like taking drugs. Once u start walking its game over. I've never walked in my life before during any of my runs and i don't intend to start anytime soon. Hahaha so there u go, RUN like siao and NEVER walk. Soon u'll be fit, u'll look good and life will be so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116323600287483763?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116323600287483763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116323600287483763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116323600287483763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116323600287483763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-improve-ur-2.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116316583754394368</id><published>2006-11-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:38:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting tired of this. I rly am...and i don't even tire tt easily...but this is rly draining me. Its like waiting for some1 to pull the damn trigger. Dunno how much longer i can carry on with this feeling in my chest. Ahhh well, fuck it. Its juz part of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116316583754394368?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116316583754394368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116316583754394368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116316583754394368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116316583754394368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-getting-tired-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116312382950395518</id><published>2006-11-10T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:21:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stupid salesman at e guitar shop pointed out a GRG-ibanez model not the RG model i was looking for. No wonder the price was only $300+. Lucky i went with my dad to the main branch and figured tt out. Ibanez RG series are all at least $600+. Siao. No way am i gonna spend tt much on my 1st electric guitar. So this malay guy there pointed out to me this guitar. Peavy Raptor EXP or smth. It came with the starter package. I din wanna buy starter package but the guy there promised tt this was a damn gd guitar....hahahha he even proved it to me by playing this guitar and then playing some $1000+ ibanez guitar. There was v.little difference btwn the 2! whahahahha! SONGBO!! So, i managed to get e guitar + amps + picks + tuner + cables + bag + strap + spare strings + an instructional DVD for $399. Not bad la, it was a good find. Also, this guitar is unique. Its neck is smaller than other guitars. The radius is smaller so its much easier for ur fingers to go across the fret board. Its makes playing a WHOLE lot easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116312382950395518?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116312382950395518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116312382950395518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116312382950395518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116312382950395518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-salesman-at-e-guitar-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116309144268527870</id><published>2006-11-10T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:10:17.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116309144268527870?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116309144268527870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116309144268527870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116309144268527870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116309144268527870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116299854862151157</id><published>2006-11-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:01:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The products were everywhere. Their numbers were overwhelming. Staff sergeant Beast emptied his entire MP5 magazine, hitting 4 products...2 fell with headshots while the other 2 were ripped to peices by the hot lead. "Reloading!" yelled staff beast. At once 1st sergeant stick lay covering fire while corporal duck lobbed grenades into the mass of unsightly, hideous products. "BOOM!", with a loud explosion the grenades tore the flesh off the products, limbs went flying and blood splattered the walls. " 2nd sergeant handsome lion! Time to rock n roll!", barked Beast. Lion cocked his MG42..."yeah baby!" and with tt he unleashed a torrent of bullets into the wave of products in front of them. After abt 2 mins, " I'm out staff! reloading!". Staff beast had fought many battles but he was starting to fear that this mission would be his last. He calculated all the possible chances his platoon and himself had against the onslaught of the products...it din look good at all. They were outnumbered at least 500:1, their ammo was low and they were pinned down in the corner of the hall. The products were comming in frm every single entrance. There was no way out. Staff beast wasnt a pussy. He wasnt going down without a fight and with a growl he opened fire on the products again, this time getting 8 of em in the head. Their brains spilled out onto the floor as they hit the ground. He wasnt going to let his men die like this. So he finally made up his mind. " Listen up men! 1st segeant stick ur taking over as squad leader. I'll hold em off as long as i can. When they've got me, they'll be distracted by the new meat and tt'll give u and the men a chance to get the fuck outta here and rendezvous with black eagle for extration". 1st sergeant stick looked staff beast awhile before he handed over his last few magazines and with a pat on the shoulder he got up and barked some orders to the men. They started to pack up their equipment and soon were almost ready to mk a break for it. Staff beast checked his magazines...3 left for his MP5 along with his desert eagle which was loaded with a full clip of 7 rounds. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and jumped out frm where he lay...he spun around and pulled back the trigger at e same time. The products started falling like flies. When his magazine was empty, he quickly removed it and loaded a fresh 1. His hands never shook at all. This time he started to sprint towards the wave of products as he opened fire. He hated these fucking products and he was gonna kill as many as he could while his platoon escaped. Seeing their staff sergeant charge towards the sea of products, the men took their chance and escaped. Staff sergeant beast smiled. His plan had worked. None of the products had noticed his men slipping out of sight. His job was done. Now, he was only metres away frm the sea of products and his MP5 was out of ammo. He flung his MP5 into the mass of products, catching 1 in the head. He ripped out his sidearm, the desert eagle frm its holster. With a final burst of energy, he screamed with rage as he dived into the wall products, firing away his desert eagle. He got 4 in the head and the other 3 in the heart. With a THUD! he landed among the products. Still screaming with rage, he engaged in hand-to hand combat but he only lasted for a few secs. 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He thought about all the things he'd never experience...having a loving wife, kids, watching them grow up....and tts as far as he got, before the pain was too much to bear. As his eyes closed, he knew tt he'd nvr open them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116299854862151157?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116299854862151157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116299854862151157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116299854862151157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116299854862151157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/products-were-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116288584857536221</id><published>2006-11-07T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:50:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/320/mustang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;P-51 Mustang (1944), USA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/mustang_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SONGBO!! I dunno wtf is going on in my life right now. I'm losing track of wad day it is, time and everything. I'm taking a break frm my novels now...hahaha been reading for dunno how many hrs alrd. Its nice but too much and i feel a bit sick, so i haf to tk a break. Reading some book abt ww2. Its abt this P-51 Mustang pilot and all e stuff he went through in Britan. Packed with detailed and nerve wrecking accounts of the missions such as, dogfights, bomber escorts etc. Once i started reading i din wanna put it down. Hahaha i rly admire the pilots and planes of e past. Planes like the spitfires, hurricanes, P-51s, zeros, Messerschmitts, corsairs etc. In the past, pilots had to depend on themselves without the aid of all the hi-ttech instruments pilots use today. They brought down their enemies the old-fashioned way...using only a few large calible machine guns, attached to their wings. No heat seeking missiles, no guidance whatsoever, pure skill and concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes esp fighter jets have evolved so much in such a short time. I wonder wad it's gonna be like in the near future... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116288584857536221?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116288584857536221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116288584857536221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116288584857536221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116288584857536221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/p-51-mustang-1944-usa-songbo-i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116286215594278990</id><published>2006-11-07T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:42:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay - Shiver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I look in your direction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you don't listen to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cause you say you see straight through me, don't you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On and on from the moment I wake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the moment I sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be there by your side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just you try and stop me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be waiting in line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to see if you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you want me to change? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I change for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That you'll always get your way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't you shiver? shiver, shiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll always be waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you know how much I need ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you never even see me, do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And is this is my final chance of getting you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On and on from the moment I wake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the moment I sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be there by your side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just you try and stop me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be waiting in line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to see if you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you want me to change? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I change for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I want you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That youll always get your way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't you shiver? shiver, shiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sing it loud and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll always be waiting for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you. (x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And its you I see, but you don't see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And its you I hear, so loud and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sing it loud and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Ill always be waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I look in your direction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you pay me no attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know how much I need you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you never even seen me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116286215594278990?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116286215594278990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116286215594278990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116286215594278990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116286215594278990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/coldplay-shiver-so-i-look-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116271904034161393</id><published>2006-11-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:44:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How to operate and shoot the M-16 rifle : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The M-16 is approx 3.2 kg (without a loaded magazine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pick up the weapon and mk sure its in safe mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never rest ur finger on the trigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Press the button to release magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turn the rifle so tt the dust cover faces the floor, tilt the rifle with the muzzle pointing upwards slightly and cock the rifle a few times by pulling the charging handle to ensure tt there are no rounds in the firing chamber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raise the rifle and look into the firing chamber through the dust cover hole. Make sure its empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Change to semi-auto mode, ease spring and squeeze trigger. U shld hear a hollow "click" sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Load the magazine into the rifle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pull charging handle back fully and release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Switch to safe mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now ur ready to fire the weapon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get into prone posistion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never allow the magazine to touch the floor or sandbag at all times ( ur accuracy will decrease and ur rifle may develop probs eg. no feeding, double feeding etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Place the butt of the rifle firmly into the hollow of ur shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The front portion of the rifle shld be resting on e palm of ur left hand and ur elbows shld be providing the 2 pts of support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do not grip the rifle too thightly as this will cause ur hand to shake and thus screw up ur aim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ur right cheek bone shld be resting on e rifle. Make sure ur face is not too close to the charging handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aim through the iron sights at e target. The target is usually damn small so u won't be able to see it clearly. The trick is to keep on aiming at e same place. So don't forget where u aimed for ur 1st shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the command is given to shoot. Switch to semi-auto mode NOT burst-fire! (a lot of idiots haf done this before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep ur breathing constant and relax. It dosen't matter if others fire 1st. Tk ur time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When ur ready, aim and just before u fire, release 3/4 of ur breath and hold it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Use the middle portion of ur index finger to slowly squeeze the trigger. DO NOT squeeze too fast! Also, DO NOT use the tip of ur index finger to fire. (accuracy will be reduced greatly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After u finish ur rounds repeat steps 4 to 10 (how to operate the M-16) and u'll be ready to fire again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, there u go. Hahahha tts wad i remember anw la. Hope it helps u guys in BMT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116271904034161393?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116271904034161393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116271904034161393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116271904034161393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116271904034161393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-operate-and-shoot-m-16-rifle-m.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116256311047656077</id><published>2006-11-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:40:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm only 18 and i alrd miss being young? hahaha i wonder how i'll feel when i'm 30. The 2, [3] yrs spent in jc is rly a waste of time. This is when we shld be living for real! Not mugging all day and getting stressed out. Ahh well, fuck the system! and fuck jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending time on my com researching stuff abt electric guitars. Hmmm, let's juz say tt its almost like studying phy, maths, geog n all tt...but strangly its tiring yet fun. I guess i rly wanna do this. I've wanted to play so many of the songs i've heard before for so long now. Its time to make the dream real. So yah looking forward to playing like a pro! whahahahaa! Muz get e guitar 1st la...hopefully i can get 1 =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't rly know whether i can mk it in life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i'll be able to fly in the skies at 2km/sec&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether my eyesight will hold up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether my frens will forget abt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do know 1 thing. I'll nvr give up. This is my life and i'll live it exactly the way i want to. If i fail to do so....well i'll juz keep trying until i die. No matter wad ppl say, no matter wad the world throws in my face, i'll never stop trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116256311047656077?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116256311047656077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116256311047656077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116256311047656077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116256311047656077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-only-18-and-i-alrd-miss-being-young.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116248527582064241</id><published>2006-11-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:41:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a story abt a duck (quack!), stick (i haf almost no mass), beast( i pwn u all!), mom chomp chomp or MCC ( i eat rocks for breakfast!) and a troll ( i stink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was hazy and every1 was lazy. Duck reluctantly woke up and stretched its little yellow feathered wings...." oh my! wad a beautiful day! I must go for a swim"....so duck waddled on into its small cosy pond and had a fun time playing in the water. Suddenly duck smelled smth FOUL and DISGUSTING....it was close....so close tt duck nearly passed out frm the overwhelming odour. It was the Troll!!! " OMG! wtf is tt?".... said duck....but it was too late, duck was now just a pile of meat being digested by the troll. The troll grunted and laughed at its successful hunt....but little did it know tt by now all of duck's frens had alrd woken up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stick hangs in the tree silently, waiting, plotting, never taking its eyes off the Troll....but alas tts all the stick can ever do. The troll spots its gd fren MCC, hiding among some rocks. " Mmmmm...chomp chomp...i like bedrock!". MCC offers some rocks to the troll but the troll is full frm its earlier meal. MCC and the troll pass their time by smashing some rocks over each other's heads....they laugh and haf a merry time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud growling sound, "Grrrrrr!" suddenly fills e air....slowly, MCC and the troll turned arnd....THUMP! *SLASH* POW! BANG!....it was over in seconds. The beast had smashed MCC into peices....MCC was nthn more than a pile of lose stones now. The troll had fear in its eyes...."OMFG! pls no! i beg u! i'll mk ur hair cool like mine...." but the troll might as well haf been tlking to itself.....the beast took out its knife and....CHING! CHING! *SLASH*....the troll dropped dead with a constipated look on its face. The beast was happy....it had avenged duck's death, finally. " hawhawhawhaw!! I ppppPWNED u troll!"....said the beast and with tt, it spray painted a picture of duck on the troll and lumbered away into the nearby forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile....the stick still hangs....will it ever move? Nobody knows for sure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116248527582064241?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116248527582064241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116248527582064241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116248527582064241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116248527582064241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-story-abt-duck-quack-stick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116236188521250925</id><published>2006-11-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:43:51.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/gothicflyingv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/dimebag.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/320/dimebag.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/4105/1600/epiphone%20flying-veewee%20ebony(d).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ok i made a mistake e last time. Tt wasn't e original flying V electric guitar. This is definitely original and its....fucking cool. Say hello to Dimebag Darrell's special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer players are as tough as nails...never forget tt. I was watching the match between Barcelona and Chelsea today morning and i haf to say tt Chelsea is juz some rich fucked up team la...they din deserve the 2-2 draw...tyco losers. The Barcelona players were playing their hearts out and rly deserved a win. Well, shit happens...tts all...dun nid to blame any1...other than maybe urself. When things go ur way, be happy and when things spin out of control...focus and bring urself back on track. Many choose to seek help via prayers etc. I dunno la maybe it works for them but i don't pray. Coz its a waste of time for me...if i can't help myself i don't believe tt any1 else can or will help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116236188521250925?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116236188521250925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116236188521250925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116236188521250925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116236188521250925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-i-made-mistake-e-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116225829177127928</id><published>2006-10-31T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:45:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn! i wanted to post a pic of a chiobu here but there's smth wrong....i can't upload. O well maybe next time. I assure u, when u see her ur not gonna close this window for quite a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116225829177127928?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116225829177127928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116225829177127928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116225829177127928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116225829177127928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn-i-wanted-to-post-pic-of-chiobu.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116211410142346873</id><published>2006-10-29T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:45:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its damn boring at home. I've been in front of e com for over 7 hrs. I feel unfit. Time to step up my fitness prog...hahaha i dunno y suddenly some old memories came flooding back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little past 1 am...as i opened my eyes i was blinded by bright lights. It took me awhile to rememb where i was and y i was there...i was in a classroom in sji and i was there for some annual NCC camp. I had only been allowed to slp at 12am as 3 other guys and myself were preparing our backpacks for trng e next day at amoy quee army camp. We were the few selected to go for an expedition to mount ophir. The trngs at e army camp were INSANE...everyday we had to wake up at 6am to report to the camp and after intensive physical trng we returned back to schl...and received more...physical trng. Tomorrow would be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes cleared, i saw my platoon sergeant standing in the doorway. He was yelling loudly, " get up and move to the next classroom now! U all gt 10 secs! 10, 9, 8, 7...." Hearing tt, my platoon mates and i quickly got up and rushed to the next classroom half-asleep. We nvr made it in time..."knock it down!"...we dropped to pumping positions. Once every1 was inside the room, the platoon's 2nd in-charge closed the doors, turned off the lights, fans and closed the windows. I slowly began to feel like I was inside an oven. My arms, back and legs were aching frm all the intensive exercise i had done over the past few days. 10 mins passed....15 mins....20 mins....still we were not given the "recover" command which would allow us to stand up and ease our pain. The room was silent and no1 said a word....all u could hear was our heavy breathing as we struggled to keep ourselves up....we all knew tt if some1's knees touched the floor it would be an additional 50 push ups. 30 mins....by now a few ppl had alrd let their knees touch the floor and thus we had alrd done 150+ push ups....all the time in push up position. Sweat dripped down my face and onto the floor....my arms were alrd trembling....some of my platoon mates were silently crying but no1 gave up....i felt my limits approaching. I told myself to screw those limits and i pushed on....it was juz a mental game after all. 40 mins....still we were not told to recover. 50 mins....my knees were 1cm off e ground just like almost every1 else. Still i din give up. Finally nearing the 60 min mark we were told to recover. We stood up quickly and stood at attention. My shirt was soaked and my hands were numb. We were told to go back to our bunks to slp....so we rushed back n tried to slp....as if we did not settle down n lie still within 1 min we would haf to go through the same shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lay there in my own pool of sweat, i wondered wad was the reason for our "punishment"....and as my eyes closed i realised tt there was no reason for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, keep fit. Coz u nvr know when u might thank ur lucky stars for keeping urself in shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116211410142346873?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116211410142346873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116211410142346873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116211410142346873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116211410142346873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-damn-boring-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116203968302644872</id><published>2006-10-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:45:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope, dangles on a string. Well, it dangles no more...its gone. Yeah i feel a bit sad but i think i'm alrite now...tnx jo, hw, quack, stick, bambi, srini and leon. U guys rock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rly dunno how i'm gonna get through next yr without u guys la. Juz dun forget abt me while ur having "fun" in ns k? hahaha...I'll &lt;em&gt;never do tt again. I'm not a toy and i was stupid to allow myself to become 1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time i'm gonna blog abt such loser stuff. I've gt much better things to do in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116203968302644872?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116203968302644872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116203968302644872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116203968302644872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116203968302644872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/hope-dangles-on-string.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . N ]=-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236991153589744960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36682487.post-116194219604642486</id><published>2006-10-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:46:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been such a long time since i last blogged. I once told my frens that i'd never blog again but well...haha things change i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fly away with u&lt;br /&gt;to a place far far away&lt;br /&gt;where everything goes our way&lt;br /&gt;when night changes to day&lt;br /&gt;and day changes to night&lt;br /&gt;i'll be right there, by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36682487-116194219604642486?l=wearyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116194219604642486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36682487&amp;postID=116194219604642486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116194219604642486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36682487/posts/default/116194219604642486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>-=[ N . 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