<?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-9594829</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:19:49.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the Dreamwatch</title><subtitle type='html'>You can only go left or right, and you know that left isn't right. Therefore by a process of elimination, right must be right because
it's the only way left.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9594829.post-6273027722707183848</id><published>2008-11-14T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:18:05.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i dream....</title><content type='html'>When i dream,i dream of you....&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and please change ur display pic, what HEBE....&lt;br /&gt;change to JING JING!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-6273027722707183848?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6273027722707183848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=6273027722707183848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/6273027722707183848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/6273027722707183848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-dream.html' title='when i dream....'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-5607265176325560660</id><published>2008-11-14T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:11:37.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm loving it...</title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jing jing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jing jing love me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-5607265176325560660?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5607265176325560660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=5607265176325560660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/5607265176325560660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/5607265176325560660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-loving-it.html' title='i&apos;m loving it...'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-115973109237688609</id><published>2006-10-02T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:26:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;白色的风筝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;安静的纯真&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;真实的感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;梦境般遥远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;甜甜的海水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;复杂的眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看你傻笑着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;握住我的手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;梦希望没有尽头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们走到这就好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;因为我不想太快走完这幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;很可惜没有祝福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但爱你并不孤独&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;不会再让你哭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;能不能不要回头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你紧紧地抱住我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;说你不需要承诺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你说我若一个人会比较自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我不懂你说什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;反正不会松手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;能不能别想太多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;会不会手牵着手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;晚一点再到尽头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你说不该再相见只为了瞬间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢你让我听见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;因为我在等待永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-115973109237688609?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115973109237688609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=115973109237688609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115973109237688609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115973109237688609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-115791013870608612</id><published>2006-09-13T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:45:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then therapeutic songs come my way. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;听妈妈的话&lt;/strong&gt;。 懂吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the innocence, i miss the joy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the carefreeness, i miss the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the friends, i miss the people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the lectures(not literally hahaha), i miss the movement.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the CCA. I miss the CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to nadia in the mornings and pissing her off.&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking along the long white corridoors on my way to meet friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss bumping into my friends around every painted corner.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the silent flag raisings where i always stood with kenneth or yang or brady.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the noisy, long bus rides home with brady.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the jokes. I miss the expressions.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the heavenly makan sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I miss guitar. Attending or skipping it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mini-concerts =P&lt;br /&gt;I miss the soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the badminton.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the nice piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the warm warm tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the crazy lazy outings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the food.&lt;br /&gt;I miss using the company fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being late.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the long walks. And talks.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the rides home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss CBR. CBR isn't CBR all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Yingjun and the Yandao.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the warm friendly atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ghim Moh. A lot. A lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up late and tapowing Macs in for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the ice lemon tea. Okay it's not great but it's something to remember.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Coronation Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the ogs i crashed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waiting for everyone to be dismissed and going for dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the vj Os i so often get pulled to.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how a blind man shoots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you don't appreciate things till you lose them.&lt;br /&gt;I think i did. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would have done everything over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. On a lighter note. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The BMTC School 1 PT Branch Office (in short, My) office is... Awesome. Right smack in the middle of it there lies 2 large office tables joined together, and a table tennis net suspended across it, 2 paddles, and 2 balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next to it, there is a huge Hi-Fi set. With large, large bass speakers. Cue in Jay Chou and Perfect10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about shows the culture huh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend my afternoons swimming. That sparkling pool in tekong which recruits can only stare and dream of jumping into as they walk by - it's my 11-2 hangout now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducted games day for school 1. And there was an activity which involved a blindfolded guy having to walk across a field being guided by a partner with a loudhailer across the breadth of the field. Sounds like fun. With a huge crowd surrounding you, and 5 teams to go... I assure you you hear absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see 5 little blindfolded recruits with their arms stretched out haplessly roaming the field like little walking mummies. And we as the judges aren't really supposed to help them out... So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to each one, posed behind them, and had a nice Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese. Hahahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i took my first real real lesson on my own. No seniors around to back me up. Just 3 people - Me Myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced myself, told them some expectations, laid out some ground rules, and carried out the lesson accordingly, abeit in my style. That means lots of talk cock. Hahaha! it feels good to hear them laugh at your jokes, your expressions. I told them about my school, i told them about Ninja. I gave them tips to improve their fitness, i half scolded the stone stone ones. Ever been to a lesson where an instructor did something ncie and funny and you still remember that special moment? The sudden nice warm side out of the often cold, professional voice you hear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried out all of those. Whatever i could impromptu. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still have more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that they enjoyed it. I saw that i touched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think, they touched me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-115791013870608612?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115791013870608612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=115791013870608612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115791013870608612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115791013870608612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/09/therapy-every-now-and-then-therapeutic.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-115719625665251034</id><published>2006-09-02T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:31:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey&lt;/strong&gt; pti.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to go for a swim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-115719625665251034?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115719625665251034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=115719625665251034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115719625665251034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115719625665251034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-pti_115719625665251034.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-115665863106024524</id><published>2006-08-27T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:03:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I. A.M. B.A.C.K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden impulse to blog, so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;And i realise, it HAS really been ages this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well, so i'll start slow. Firstly, an update. After BMT in tekong, i went over to SISPEC. Next i joined the Basic Fitness Specialist Course(BFSC). And now, i'm posted back to Tekong. As a PTI!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright, sunny tropical island with lush green vegetation, exotic coral reefs and vivacious pink dolphins(remember?) have never felt lusher, greener, and fresher. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day i was posted back to tekong(just this monday), i was exhilerated. Stepping on the island like i did on my first day of BMT, remembering the initial feeling of fear, apprehension, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;舍不得&lt;/span&gt;-ness, drawing back the memories... I wouldn't say the feeling was all nice and warm and fuzzy, haha..but being in Ninja is still something i am damn proud of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... first day was sorting out of admin stuff. Swapped a 5-day week,8-to-5 admin desk job for a 5.5 day, irregularly timed active conducting post where i would be moving around, attached to companies, taking recruits for pt. They taught i was crazy. Furthermore i live in Jurong. Haha.. but the only thing on my mind was - I WANT TO TEACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want meaning in my army life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to interact with more people.&lt;br /&gt;I want to, when ppl ask me Hey what did you do during NS, say Oh. i was a PTI at Tekong. I trained recruits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT oh. i was a clerk in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at first i was worried about the time and energy i would have left for my friends and family. I do not deny that 8-5 clerk job did sound a bit tempting at times. It is seriously VERY SLACK. Like, omgwtfbbq slack. Like, an empty sack. SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised, i was burning to go over to the active side, even if it meant losing regular, good work hours. No way i could stay to a desk for the next year. Think of all the experience, fun and sun i would miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i conducted my first lesson on Friday... It was all worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes 4 days a week i go straight to my tuitees' place after travelling 2 hours from tekong. And by the time i reach home it's 9-ish 10, and i am so so so zapped. And i get up at 5 the next day and it goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. It's quite a handful. But ba-ba-ba-ba-ba I'm Lovin' It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, ladies and gentlemen is the meaning i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe there's more to find out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my other friends in other vocations.. In comparison my army life rocks. Ninja to Golf to BFSC to Tekong. My friends think(and i concur) that what i have gained to date is already much more than what they ever would in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people, the friends, the environment.&lt;br /&gt;The skills, the exposure, the experience.&lt;br /&gt;After Ninja(ninja is the GARANG stage. hahaha) - this is where the warm fuzzy feeling comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do without you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3 of you are in tekong with me. IT'S TIME TO PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say my effort hasn't played a big part in what i have today, but i have been lucky too that things turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, i feel that the past 5 months have been the best of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-115665863106024524?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/115665863106024524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=115665863106024524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115665863106024524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/115665863106024524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-114337016182196574</id><published>2006-03-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:49:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/orange_juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/320/orange_juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我站在教室门口的小角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;偷偷看着你可爱的笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你就像天上的云朵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我好想变成彩虹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;橘子汽水的香味飘在空气中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你嘴角的奶油看的我好心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我和你的默契有种节奏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;牵着我的心跳跟你走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就这样牵着你一直走(这路没有尽头)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就是喜欢你偷喵着我(的害羞)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;让我紧紧牵着你的手望着星空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;直到我们心灵相通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就这样牵着你一直走(这次绝不放手)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我会努力变成属于你(的流星)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;帮你实现心底所有的期待的愿望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不管四季变化我的心意不隐藏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天空突然下起了一场大雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我该不该现在送你回去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不想打断你给的甜蜜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;干脆就让我陪你淋雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;橘子汽水的香味飘在空气中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你嘴角的奶油看的我好心动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我和你的默契有种节奏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;牵着我的心跳跟你走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就这样牵着你一直走(这路没有尽头)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就是喜欢你偷喵着我(的害羞)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;让我紧紧牵着你的手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;望着星空直到我们心灵相通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就这样牵着你一直走(这次绝不放手)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我会努力变成属于你(的流星)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;帮你实现心底所有的期待的愿望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不管四季变化我的心意不隐藏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉拉~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book in... Sooo not used to it liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... Sispec rocks so far. A Ninja-Sispec transition could never have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-114337016182196574?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/114337016182196574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=114337016182196574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/114337016182196574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/114337016182196574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/03/book-in.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-114199163198817049</id><published>2006-03-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:53:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long baby...&lt;br /&gt;So many hours, so many days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我心里的这句话，还是想对我新的刺客说。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;杀到没有&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in the event you don't get it.. switch to unicode, wait for the song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but this's a superb song in any case =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night my mum and dad were waiting for me to reply whether i wanted them to pick me up.. After a while of waiting they decided ah don't care him..let's go to the Esplanade for a stroll! Hahaha.. -guilty look- I'm going to check my phone constantly from now on. And here's what they took. (click on the pictures to see them larger they look fantastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0145.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0149.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0149.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.. Nice right. I want to go down and see one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down yesterday to Suntec's IT Fair with brady to look for a new monitor, cos mine's pretty much spoilt.. The screen's shrunk to the centre.. and although it is still useable, it's rather uncomfortable to look at it after a short while.. $419 for a 19'' LCD. Sounds very, very good! But when i consider that i have to go back defend the nation soon and would probably not have so much chance to use the computer.. Hmm.. i wonder whether it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say neccessity is the mother of invention. How about architecture as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0150.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the printer is, and has to be, on top as well. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that applying some pressure on the top of the monitor helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. At least the screen works for now. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it felt a little empty.. But otherwise, pop was great!&lt;br /&gt;Our bmt really ended with a pop(bang)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dad, Me, Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0138.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0138.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my section(or half), some of my closest friends in NS.. with the PC &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-with the section commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0125.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ah miss pang, the one in the mid's zicheng =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thought it looked nice. Sky very blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/PICT0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/PICT0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/1600/bunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4988/705/400/bunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in the bunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Have got lots more.. but there're too many to put up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.. this is a dunno-how-many-thousand word post lah(need i still say why? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-114199163198817049?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/114199163198817049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=114199163198817049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/114199163198817049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/114199163198817049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-so-long-baby_10.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113871573767583738</id><published>2006-01-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:20:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>I used to dislike stoning at home. Now i love every moment in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think my friends would always be around. Now i now how precious they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to music. Now i appreciate music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think of nothing of the things around me. Now i feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be bored. Now i'm clinging on to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take it that everything was there for me and wouldn't change. Now i know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used not to bother. Now i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT FEELS DAMN GOOD TO BE HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Home rocks. Seriously, seriously rocks ^^ I have never, never felt so attached to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped open Nan Quan MaMa's first album and listened to it for the first time.. It is freaking nice. The OH MY GOD type. And from what i know about their 2nd album which i've already heard.. It's sooo not-surprising they're so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how very apt that my favourite song in that album is Track 10 - Jia (Home). I think it's one of if not the best song in the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i think i'm obsessed with the notion of Home. It's the one thing you can think of to motivate yourself throughout the week in NS. To be frank, NS isn't very bad. The training's tough, but managable. Like when we hear our commander shout FORTY COUNTS OF FOUR and behind us, coming from another company sharing the same basketball court on which we do our 5BX, we hear a matter-of-factly "Five Counts of Four".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiaaaann diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha but then you know that the 40 other Ninjas are all in it together with you, and that when the day is over you'll be talking kok with your section in your bunk and cracking jokes and complaining together and imitate certain funny characters and having a good laugh out of it all, it doesn't feel so bad doing his FORTY COUNTS OF FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we stand to gain. And like my famous commando OC infamously said, "Morale is inversely proportional to pride. When you're knocking it down on the ground, your morale is low. But when you walk outside, you can do it with pride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, it's not the training that kills - it's the being away. Away from family, away from friends, away from HOME. Which is why home's such a great source of motivation - you don't know how sorely you can miss it until you've been in NS. And thinking of it really helps.. It can lift your spirits! Which is why everytime we book in, the only thought in our minds is - BOOK OUT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes.. Nan Quan Mama's Jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't realised, they have same success formula as Jay Chou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They write their own songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Their songs are very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Their tunes have a bit Jay Chou influence in them.. Hahaha which is good ain't it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Their lyrics are written by Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 and so on : read the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;歌曲：家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲:盖瑞 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(one of the members)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词:方文山 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相片内底那个纯情ㄟ世界 你骑着车加阮载&lt;br /&gt;你答应过马代阮去ㄟ所在 到最后你拢没来&lt;br /&gt;相片的纸 亲像 刀那么利&lt;br /&gt;阮ㄟ悲哀 现在才知&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;照片里一整个消失的年代 很想知道个大概&lt;br /&gt;关于空气的味道我还在猜 很像樱花都还在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;墙角青苔 总是绿的太快&lt;br /&gt;回忆慢慢 慢慢爬进来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;煮一杯 热咖啡 喝一些 固执的以为&lt;br /&gt;我们一直到最后才学会 哭泣时候谁安慰&lt;br /&gt;而成长让人觉得累&lt;br /&gt;却已没有办法后退&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 转眼之间已经长大&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 梦与现实的落差&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 我们还有什么剩下&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 声音沙哑 只是想找人说说话&lt;br /&gt;所以阿 别让牵挂 变成一种孤单害怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们一直到最后才学会 哭泣时候谁安慰&lt;br /&gt;而成长让人觉得累 却已没有办法后退&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 转眼之间已经长大&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 开始跟理想摩擦&lt;br /&gt;啊咿啊 我们好笑的在挣扎&lt;br /&gt;雨在下 家乡竹篱芭 南下的风轻轻刮&lt;br /&gt;告别了繁华 将行李卸下 我们回家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;墙壁上的老挂钟 是过去某个时空 我说你就懂&lt;br /&gt;已经消失的生活 是不可能再从头 我说你难过&lt;br /&gt;客厅里的裁缝机 是否再发出声音 我说你伤心&lt;br /&gt;回到儿时的街道 是不安夹杂心跳 我说你微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the lyrics beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, they rhyme. They ACTUALLY RHYME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares at the lyrics for the umpteenth time in amazement-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Fong is.. Unparalleled. That's the only word i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's about Home sweet home ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-right click, encoding, unicode if you can't see the lyrics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh by the way, the previous song title was : Home. By Michael Bublé.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snow White bought a new camera. She happily took pictures of the dwarfs and the forest, then dropped off her first roll of film to be developed. A few days letter she went back to pick up the photos.&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry,' the clerk told her. 'They aren't finished yet.'&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, Snow White started to cry. 'Don't worry,' said the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;'Someday your prints will come.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113871573767583738?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113871573767583738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113871573767583738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113871573767583738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113871573767583738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113792522217694004</id><published>2006-01-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:20:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In transition..</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11 days of the "adjustment period", they finally let us OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful, the adjustment period really works. If i hadn't wanted to come out so badly, i think i won't die if i were to stay a bit longer. After a while, you really get used to staying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things go on behind the scenic, tranquil, sunny, tropical exterior of the island i am having my holiday on.. The sunny, tropical island surrounded by crystal-clear sparkling water, kind, vivacious pink dolphins, stunning kaleidoscopic coral reefs, located right smack on the equator - the air i breathe, the food i eat, the sweat i, er..sweat, all the morale-raising laughter (my section is a congregation of jokers), the stories and training, all the stories to tell.. This NS thingy is an entirely whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really feel those children who join NCC or NPCC. As if being stuck in the regimentation of NS is not enough, they have to integrate it into part of their school life, into part of their childhood, even before they reach 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it makes you stronger, it makes u disciplined, it allows u to take it easier when u go NS. I say it isn't worth it at all. Whats worse than stifling the freedom of a carefree child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one of the good things about NS is.. it really makes you appreciate whatever you have around you like, a lot. Really, really a lot. Thats why bookouts are so precious to us. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went blog hopping.. read read read, then i realised : eh, why everyone's entries like so sad one???!!! Because i not around is it? Hahahahaha.. But hey, be cheerful and optimistic ya, appreciate and make the most out of what you have.. That's what i learnt in the past 3 weeks, and thats what i think everyone should do! Then everyone will be happier =) It really works! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to leave like, now. Booking in at 7.40. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chain is as strong as it's weakest link" - from some army poster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113792522217694004?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113792522217694004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113792522217694004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113792522217694004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113792522217694004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-transition.html' title='In transition..'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113638674535248672</id><published>2006-01-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:59:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post...</title><content type='html'>... before i go for my holiday on the sunny, tropical island surrounded by crystal-clear sparkling water, kind, vivacious pink dolphins, stunning kaleidoscopic coral reefs, located right smack on the equator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those going in, take care ok! Hope to see ya inside lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who missed the last tickets.. Take care too. Till we meet again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113638674535248672?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113638674535248672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113638674535248672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113638674535248672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113638674535248672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-last-post_04.html' title='My last post...'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113635680437132317</id><published>2006-01-04T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:43:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be the next Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>1. Have a good voice, be able to sing. No need to be shen like Andy Lau or Jackie Cheung or the Eagles, but can pass can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a personal, distinct style which stands you out. Write nice songs without wearing your underwear. Swing nan-chuks around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Write a lot, a lot of very, very nice songs. As in, A LOT. Let people see your little booklet in front of the cd, flip through it, and see your name over and over again under the Song By - .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be friends with Vincent Fong!!! It's a grave understatement to say his lyrics are good. Gives your already-nice songs a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Example:&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vivian Hsu. some pro singer/songwriter too(miss pang knows her ^^).&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vivian Hsu(again! ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 7: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 8: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Vincent Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Track 10: Song - Jay Chou. Lyrics - Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you wrote it youself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure that they all are very, very nice. Go listen to Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. And of course, some of that elusive bit of luck everybody won't mind. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to omniscient me(hahaha!) and do it right, and you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be able to hold concerts. Thousands of people there to see you, to hear you sing. Not to mention the fireworks, the lasers, the little bits of shiny paper they let fall from dazzling heights to make the entire place, well, dazzle. All in taiwan of course.. Don't expect all these in the singapore indoor stadium. Hahaha! And the best thing is, the night is all yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get to play the leading role in Initial D, with veterans there as supporting cast to ensure the movie is fail-proof. WAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get to make the music for the movie's OST as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get awards.. Till you lose count of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be able to direct MTVs for SHE and see Hebe! Wahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be invited to talk/gameshows with SHE, and see Hebe! Wahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. GET to know SHE, and know Hebe! WAHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, people still love you even if you mumble za bit here and there and they really need the lyric book to make out the lyrics. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any critic out there - emulate half of his success before we start listening to you! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Q: What do you call a donkey with three legs?&lt;br /&gt;A: A wonky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a donkey with three legs and one eye?&lt;br /&gt;A: A winky wonky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a minature donkey with three legs and one eye?&lt;br /&gt;A: A winky wonky dinky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a minature donkey with three legs and one eye that can play the piano?&lt;br /&gt;A: A plinky-plonky winky wonky dinky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a minature donkey with three legs and one eye that can play the piano and has a bad case of wind?&lt;br /&gt;A: A stinky plinky-plonky winky wonky dinky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a really clever minature donkey with three legs and one eye that can play the piano and has a bad case of wind?&lt;br /&gt;A: A thinky stinky plinky-plonky winky wonky dinky donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a really clever minature donkey with three legs and one eye that can play the piano and has a bad case of wind that has been attacked by a squid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: An inky thinky stinky plinky-plonky winky wonky dinky donkey."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113635680437132317?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113635680437132317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113635680437132317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113635680437132317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113635680437132317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-be-next-jay-chou_04.html' title='How to be the next Jay Chou'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113606207136527210</id><published>2006-01-01T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:18:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. To be more driven.&lt;/strong&gt; HA. Thought for ages before i came up with this word.. I like this word. Not only cos i'd like a car and cars are also driven(wow coincidentally! =P) , but also cos i think it encompasses a few other qualities.. Like being determined. Being daring. Being disciplined. Really putting in the effort. I had been having an increasingly laid-back attitude to the stuff i do.. Perhaps i've been taking things for granted, expecting everything to fall into place nicely for me like they have been since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over the past 2 years, apart from being in rj, being the ct rep of a wonderful class(=)), getting rj guitar's first ever syf gold.. I don't have much to show for.. Not that i'm dying for something to show off, or dying to be some high-flying over achiever. Nevertheless, it remains that i have not used every opportunity i've been given, in school as well as in other aspects of my life. Come to think of it.. It is quite a pity, isn't it? Cos we've left school, cos we'll never get the same opportunities again - small they might be, yet better they're for for learning to taste failure. But i digress. I think it's important to grab and make use of every single opportunity which comes by - something now at least i'm encouraging my bro to do so he can get the best from both his and my world(which is experience). Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're a few things i know i had missed.. And it hurt to see them go by me, out of reach, knowing that i could have them safely in my arms had i dared to take that extra step forward to reach out closer. Sometimes i get the damn i should have! feeling.. But then ironically i know that without the luxury of hindsight, i would have done the same thing again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So for resolution number 1: grab EVERY opportunity, and do EVERYTHING to the fullest. And give it my all, whatever i'm doing. And not be afraid to go for what i really want.. so that at least, even without that hindsight i'd make the choice and do the things i would regret not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'll turn into a mean Work Work machine overnight.. hahaha.. I know the enjoy-life streak in me won't ever change, nor do i want it to change =P But something nice which could sum it all - work hard, and play hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Be nicer. &lt;/strong&gt;I know i'm very nice already ^^ &lt;em&gt;But then unfortunately, nobody's perfect..&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! Hmm.. resolution number 2: be more considerate, and take the extra step in being a better friend - something i'm guilty of not doing my utmost as well.. Ahh well but now.. it shall be! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Sleep earlier and wake up earlier. &lt;/strong&gt;Something implicitly stated in Resolution 1 but not explicitly.. so here it is! Like my dad loves to come into my room at 1am (or whatever time he goes to sleep) and say: "jianxue ah.. sleep early ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm? Orh.. ok.. sleeping soon (but usually not-so, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yaaaa.. Early to bed, early to rise! Heard before? Blahblahblahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok (zzzzzz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it worked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i find night beautiful... Don't you? It's like.. Seeing a beautiful, sunny day in a different light. Err or rather... no light. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. In my 2-year holiday to the tropical island located smack on the equater(aren't you jealous) i should be able to fulfil this resolution fairly easily. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. To be a better man. &lt;/strong&gt;(omg this is so clichéd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm (deliberately)adding the song to go with this. Ultimate lameness. HEEEEE..(if i don't add this little disclaimer i'm afraid you might think i'm really trying a little too hard. hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. it's true. Resolution no.4. To be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quiquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever is said in Latin above sounds profound.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113606207136527210?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113606207136527210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113606207136527210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113606207136527210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113606207136527210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions:'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113561890488703141</id><published>2005-12-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:18:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all for the</title><content type='html'>wonderful Saturday! Loved every single bit of it.. The food(of cos), the bacardi(hic), the merry christmas-handshake dares(which, i tell you, lit up the entire christmas of the last 3 ladies, hahaha), even the acquiring of the sparklers(piece of cake). Thing i appreciated most though, was the company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, for being there.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks miss pang, for making me feel like i've had 2 birthdays this year ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for a 2-year holiday on a nice tropical island located at the equater(aren't you jealous) next Thursday... And after all the hype of christmas , well, it's time to reflect! What better time to say this than now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the people around me. I've really enjoyed all your company, and i appreciate you all in ways more than i would have ever expressed. These 2 years have been really funwith you all around.. and thinking of all the things i've done, man I sure as hell wish school could have lasted a little longer than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the ThankYou speech i STILL think i should have made in the middle of citylink mall rather than just at the side.. I'd like to say i'll never, ever forget any of you and what you've done for me, and i'll be there for you always, and always. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this applies to ALL my friends. All. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Icing - What I do when I attend choir practice"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113561890488703141?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113561890488703141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113561890488703141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113561890488703141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113561890488703141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-you-all-for.html' title='Thank you all for the'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113455087559307039</id><published>2005-12-14T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:29:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach, Harry Potter, and Jonah Bobo</title><content type='html'>Woke up today VERY late, cos i had slept very late last night. Slept late last night because i had missed the last train home and thus had reached home late. I had reached home late cos earlier on i had left the house late. I had left the house late because i had woken up late. I woken up late cos i had slept late. I had slept late because.. well.. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sat down for my breakfast/lunch i exchanged a couple of smses with brady and alroy.&lt;br /&gt;with Brady:&lt;br /&gt;Brady: blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Me: blah blah blah.. Eh, wanna go to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Brady: ...TO DO WAD???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha.. Beachy stuff lahz, swim, slack, relax. OH can play sand somemore =)&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Brady: Anything.. blah blah blah... Bring guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Alroy:&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. Something to do with colouring our hair. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we left for the beach. Took the usual train to harbourfront and bus to siloso beach, where we sat on the sand and played guitar.. We played stuff like Jay Chou's 黑色毛衣 (Black Overcoat), which the pro shit brady figured out on the spot by just listening to the mp3, and 浪漫手机 (the name of my T630 =D) (also figured out by brady). Then we got bored.. and brady suggested we challenge the 2 kids in the beach soccer court next to us to a 2v2 and i said OK so we went and played with them.. Signs of our Victory (duh) were eminent when those 2 started squabbling even before the game started, hahaha.. Half way through the game a foreigner and his hunky friend joined to make it 3v3... We got the full-pint-beer-bellied foreigner while they got the hunky friend, but still.. They weren't a match. Heeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went down to orchard to watch Zathura. It's like another Jumanji, but this time it incorporates yes, Family Values.. It's about a typical big brother lording over his younger (CUTE) brother but the little one never minding it, still always approaching his older brother to play, how they stumbled upon the game, how they saw themselves (literally), how their little relationship was shaped throughout the course of the game.. Heartwarming really; the older brother turned out to be much nicer than we all thought.. Cute even. However, his cuteness CANNOT beat Jonah Bobo. Who's Jonah Bobo? He's the (CUTE) little brother in Zathura.. And omg omg omg... HE IS DAMN CUTE LAAAAAAA... He exudes all the small-boy charm you could ever imagine.. The innocence, the bright, sparky, chubby look, the way he walks, talks, yells '' I KILLED LISA!!!'' AWWwwwww... Man, HE IS SOOO CUTE. Seriously. Go watch Zathura. Story's not bad, can bring you lots of laughs, and FULL marks for the cute factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/ZofferMax/zathuraphoto_03_hires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/ZofferMax/zathuraphoto_14_hires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yet? I watched it twice.. And around me (mine included) reactions were the same- too rushed, jumpy sequences, Hogwarts not as nice as before, generally something missing- the magic you feel from reading the book, it just isn't there, is it? Thus, i (and brady concurs) have come up with a few pointers on how to improve the movie. Sigh. That directing fellow really should have consulted me first, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: &lt;strong&gt;Capture every scene, you cheapskates..&lt;/strong&gt; When they showed the Weasleys and Potter and Granger in the little tent-house after the Quidditch match was supposed to have ended - i didn't even know the match WAS supposed to have ended. -.- After all the glam opening in the beginning of the match, it's suddenly over without a trace. Also, know the part where Harry Potter was preparing for the first task - the dragons? In the book Hermione had to actually teach and practice with Harry how to &lt;em&gt;accio, Firebolt!&lt;/em&gt; right? It's a minor detail, but one of the cosy, friendship-building, homely(they swung cushions about in the room in the castle) parts in the book which actually lets us feel for the book the way we do... Instead all we see is a Mad, One-eyed, Moody (pun intended) fellow sneering ''You are allowed a WAND HARRY''. And that's why the movie isn't satisfying. They wanted to keep to the conventional less-than-3hr time limit, and in doing so missed out on the many parts which make the story whole. And nice. And complete. So the movie becomes like, summary? This is Riddikulus! Why not make a 10-hour movie capturing every single detail? People will love you for that ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: &lt;strong&gt;Give Dumbledore a makeover.&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't he portrayed in the book as a nice, wise, fatherly old gentleman? In the show he displayed signs of aggressiveness, like grabbing Harry and shaking him and saying "DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT PUT YOUR NAME INTO THE GOBLET OF FIRE HARRY". As far as i recall, he hasn't been so beligerent in the book. I've always had the impression that he never showed an angry face, never lost his temper.. Isn't it a bit wierd to suddenly give him such characteristics. Also, he somehow doesn't strike me as the powerful, impressive, authoritative figure in the magic world he's supposed to be, as much as in the book.. Suggested improvements: Make Professor Dumbledore more powerful.. Let us see more of him, his leadership, his authority, his kindness. Oh, and remove his aggressiveness. It ain't good for his image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: &lt;strong&gt;Give Emma Watson more screen time.&lt;/strong&gt; ^^ We all watch Harry Potter not only for the story, we want to see how the characters evolve over time too! Especially now that the actors are older, it's more interesting to see how they adapt and pull off roles of different age differences, correct not? Harry Potter - we see him like ALL the time. Ron Weasley - never mind. But Hermione... Really not enough, lahz. No focus on her except during the ball and in the champion's tent before the dragon fight loh!! How can.. After all, giving eye candy a bit more screen time wouldn't hurt! =) Hahahahaa.. And right, by doing so and showing support to promising up-and-coming new actresses(and actors of cos), they'll make more movies, and make more money. Got more money, cinema ticket prices can go down. DVD prices can go down also. Then go down until cheaper than pirated DVD and VCDs, then no one will buy pirated stuff anymore -- see, fighting piracy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: Change the actress of Cho Chang. &lt;strong&gt;Hebe should act as Cho Chang!&lt;/strong&gt; The present one looks not bad in the movie.. But my Candidate should be much, much better! =D After all, both got black hair, both got chinese look, just that one more chio. Had Hebe been casted right, she would be called Chio Chang already, not Cho Chang. Then not only Harry Potter would want to go to the ball with her.. Viktor Krum, Cedric, Ron Weasley, even the band conductor also will call her go lahz. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these 4 improvements... Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire will capsize Titanic i tell you. Assuming it still is the no.1 movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i know you're itching to click on the little red box on the top right corner of your screen already. -) Brady refused to carry on talking to me after i brought up points 3 and 4, hahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eh, i DO have a point right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does an air con and a computer have in common?&lt;br /&gt;When you open windows, they both don't work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Actual date of post - 03-12-2005. Just felt i should complete the post. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113455087559307039?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113455087559307039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113455087559307039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113455087559307039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113455087559307039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/12/beach-harry-potter-and-jonah-bobo.html' title='The Beach, Harry Potter, and Jonah Bobo'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-113346932269164800</id><published>2005-12-02T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:35:22.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzz</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog.. but i'm fallin asleep in front of the com already.. i'll finish it and post it sometime tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expect new content next version" - IceFrog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-113346932269164800?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113346932269164800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=113346932269164800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113346932269164800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/113346932269164800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/12/zzzzz.html' title='zzzzz'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-112498758377666511</id><published>2005-08-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:33:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Animal activist Bo Derek was horrified to learn that the Queen of England wears antique sable coats. She decided to confront the Queen over the issue, and arranged to get herself invited to an event which the Queen was also due to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of months later, there they were at a very high class tea party. Rich people everywhere. Bo started looking around for the Queen. Sure enough, there she was. It was time for the confrontation!She marched up to the Queen, and demanded an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth responded haughtily: "Some wear old fur to reign, Bo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-112498758377666511?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112498758377666511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=112498758377666511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/112498758377666511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/112498758377666511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/animal-activist-bo-derek-was-horrified.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-112377728810713261</id><published>2005-08-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:31:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeeeeee.. i'm blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been eons since i last blogged.. bloggiing skillz all rusty le XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. skiped school today! went for my ns checkup(ii).. it was just some iq? test and eye checkup. then i went HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah.. glorious thurday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to alroy, when he told me that benny lee would be asking a selected few to present the solutions for the revision tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgwtfbbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i immediately mounted a search for those long-forgotten pieces of carbon, my heart set aflutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i panic so? i BET i'll be called out to present tomorrow la. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can someone come out and do question 1 on the board?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*avoids eye contact*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JIANXUE, you can come and do question 1".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shudders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i smartly placed them together with my chem stuff, i have just found them like, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go do physics liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you tell when a bucket gets sick?&lt;br /&gt;It becomes a little pale."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-112377728810713261?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112377728810713261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=112377728810713261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/112377728810713261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/112377728810713261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/weeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111834278548781789</id><published>2005-06-10T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:01:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Test 2</title><content type='html'>It was a dark, stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After happily playing gunbound with brady for like 3 hours (yeah we owned =)) i have been very merrily struck with the buoyant newfound realisation that the joyful Maths paper we'll be taking in like 2 weeks consists of the following hearty topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- from Miss Pang's consolidated data:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics ( I really think they hate us)&lt;br /&gt;-Inequalities&lt;br /&gt;-Partial fractions and binomial theorem&lt;br /&gt;-AP/GP&lt;br /&gt;-Trigonometry&lt;br /&gt;-Then they came up with some 3D trigo thingy...those mathematicians are really free&lt;br /&gt;-Vectors&lt;br /&gt;-Integration&lt;br /&gt;-Numerical methods&lt;br /&gt;-Permutation and combination&lt;br /&gt;-Probability&lt;br /&gt;-The not-too-obvious-hence-Discreet Random Variables&lt;br /&gt;-Binomial Distribution&lt;br /&gt;-Poisson distribution…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you they hate us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup, they do hate us.&lt;br /&gt;In view that it could be possibly my fault that i hadn't checked out the topics properly, i shall be lighthearted, mirthful and graceful about it. Just laugh it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS I THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT THAT THE TOPICS COVERED STARTED FROM INTEGRATION ONWARDS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the poor souls who have been joyously ambling through the first half of this sparkling jubilant june break carrying the misconception that out dear jolly Maths department could have been a tad kinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay. Trigo will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, in the tone of reason i have found that it is actually beneficial to us for them to have included the easier like those before Integration (save trigo). Ya? Hahaha.. Prolly so. Bring on the Inequalities. Gimme a 20 mark inequality question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the powers above the same scare has not occurred to me regarding bio chem and phy.. I'd scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this fine day, when i dreamt that it was the day of the bio paper.. and i had&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;studied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up frozen.. like your ant in a freezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111834278548781789?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111834278548781789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111834278548781789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111834278548781789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111834278548781789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/common-test-2.html' title='Common Test 2'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111757018488310250</id><published>2005-06-01T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:27:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The HOLIDAYS Are Here!!! Woohoo!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;可爱女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that june is finally here.. It's like..a refreshing breeze in a desert. Cold water on a hot day. Warm water on a cold night. Something like that.. So, like any other child 7 years up in Singapore, i welcomed the holidays. A grand total of 4 weeks without boring lectures, insufferable tutorials and those dreadful pracs - HEAVENLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;想要有直升机 想要和你飞到宇宙去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this hols ah, a bit different leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very things on our very minds that makes this holiday lose it's magic and splendour - A levels, prelims, and primarily CT2. They're like adhered somewhere at the back of my head and creating a sense of urgency and no matter what i do it seems to be there.. Like some barrier preventing me from throwing myself into enjoying this holiday. And its NOT FUN lahz.. What kind of holiday is a holiday if you can't enjoy the holiday? Got work to doo!! Important wan somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;想要和你融化在一起 融化在银河里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note another reason i'm apprehensive about this june is cos it came so fast.. Zip and it's here. It's scary lahz.. I've always heard j2 life will be very short, but i didn't expected it to be so damn short. Wth.. Week 7 seemed just like yesterday. I still recall walking down the little path downstairs in primary 3 thinking...Streaming is still so far away! Don't care first! ^^ Right. *Snap* and it's all over.. I expect june to be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;我每天每天每天在想想想想著你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, time passes the fastest when u consciously don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;这样的甜蜜 让我开始相信命运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo time shoo.. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;感谢地心引力 让我碰到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want time to pass so fast lahz..er no. i WANT time to pass fast. Studies's among one of them. More time = more work done. Or more time to do that same amt of work and slack around too =P But the other reason is, ironically, school. To tell the truth i don't want school to be over so fast.. It's one of the excuses i get to use to see my friends. It's only cos of school, that u get to see your people on a daily basis. To talk cock, to play basketball, soccer, piano, to go Coro and eat, to go S11, to buy bubble tea, to watch movie, to play badminton, to pon lecture, to go bugis eat, blahblahblah, etcetera. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;漂亮的让我面红的可爱女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say with a smile, "Nvm lah, we can still meet up! =) " but yeah right, i know it and i know you know it too, it just will not be the same. We wouldn't be in a LT, wouldn't be in uniform(not that uniform very nice..haha..but memories, lahz), wouldn't be free to share the nonsense and spend time together like we do now. So sad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;温柔的让我心疼的可爱女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, after this year we're like adults already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;聪明的让我感动的可爱女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live life but once, and the stage where we enjoy most and touch life at it's most natural, beautiful infancy is about to pass and never return. (Wahh.. Cheem stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Work, work." - Peasant, Warcraft 3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Work, work." - Me, CommonTest 2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Gunbound and Diablo2 are super tempting(especially now. Aahh..) So will DotA and tower def. Nvm.. an hour or two a day won't hurt XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;坏坏的让我疯狂的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;可爱女人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111757018488310250?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111757018488310250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111757018488310250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111757018488310250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111757018488310250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/holidays-are-here-woohoo-yay-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111701903997695700</id><published>2005-05-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:11:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The GP paper was okay.. Usual stuff lahz, just filling in all the bull you can come out with in 1 1/2 hours. No surprise they call that book the GPBull too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot to those who came down for the guitar concert. Appreciate it lots =) Hope u all had a good time.. I did! ^^ Songs nice right, this time... Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My sixth year.. and probably my last. SNIFF. You guys made it specially memorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BEEG BEEG FLOWER.&lt;br /&gt;And here's where i put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/ZofferMax/CIMG0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Nice cosy corner right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better place for a sunflower than it's very own fountain? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111701903997695700?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111701903997695700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111701903997695700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111701903997695700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111701903997695700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/gp-paper-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111478373714238905</id><published>2005-04-29T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:37:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE GOT GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's it. RJC Guitar Enssemble's first ever gold medal(so i've been told). We made it babies! Didn't let anyone who had faith in us down, so there. =) We've made history, lalala, history! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one magical moment, a fabulous afternoon.. Here's how it works. You wait with your guitar with your friends in a series of locations in the Singapore Conference Hall, slowly moving up to the tuning room where you tune for the last time and do some last min runs, then move, move, move till you reach the backstage and await the time when you step onstage. And from that moment onwards every single movement, every single sound is observed and noted for the next 10 min till the 2 songs are over. You walk, chest up, shoulders broad, in a well-rehearsed progression to your seat on stage. Beyond the stage is a blur, you don't have the consciousness to notice much, but you know that there're like 200+ pairs of eyes staring at you, most importantly the 5-6 pairs in the centre holding the scoresheets. You can't really think of anything; your heart is pounding as you stand at your seat (just a nice lil chair). This is when you look up, look around at the audience, the judges, and take in the majesty of it all. The expectant faces, the formality of the occasion, the pains taken to practice, rehearse, to dress up (oh we looked FANTASTIC).. It strikes you then, how important this is for the GE, as well as how you perform later will mean so much to you later on, something you can look back on and say, hey.. i tried and i made it. The exact stuff which makes one as an adult want to say I want to be a student again.. It's very meaningful actually. Very, very meaningful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you wait for your cue to be seated, and once you do so you hear the emcee introduces you to the audience. Our little introduction title brought about some commotion from the audience, hahaha, and i was rather pleased with it. It was the song title; i believe all the rest had reasonably shorter, more coherent titles. Ours was a breathtaking and as indigestable "Aria de la Bachianas Brasileiras No.5". Hahaha.. Coupled with the RJC name being read out alongside it it probably sounded like some bombastic classico piece. Next one was more normal though, "Taking The A Train". Superb, nevertheless =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we played, and we won gold. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the audience after the performance, and we watched the other teams play before the judges rounded up the results and promulgated them. As they read out "Raffles Junior College, Gold." We all got up and cheered happily. Before i knew it i had gotten up and pumped my fist in the air, along with all the customary yays and woohoos and wowees, etc. Hahaha.. It was a magical moment lahz. It was then that i too realised, i actually cared more than i've cared to admit. For the enssemble, for its status, for its players. And i was proud to be part of it, cos i was proud of it. At that moment, it was like..watching your child take his first step. Or the wright brothers flying their first plane. Or archimedes running naked down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eureka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that, in RJ guitar wasn't as well percieved as band, co, even RI's GE. Probably cos we weren't good enough(unlike in RI were every single musical group owned and all had some distinguished, exquisite aura about them despite not being a sports cca). It was an honour to be in Ri's GE, but in Rj it was kind of different, you know what i mean? And it was because, i rightfully believe, since results are all people want to see, especially from a musical group, of the reason that Rj GE had never, ever gotten a gold medal in SYF. So hopefully with this small step we can continue to progress and finally attain that aura of invincibility the band, co, Ri's GE has. Bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brady and kenneth, AHEM, i am NOT a ponner ok.. I simply skip tues pracs cos of cip and, of late, babysitting commitments. Hahahaha. So there. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can attest to it. Right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, short post today, cos my com's down and my bro lives right next to his com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i nearly forgot about Miss pang my secretary's birthday, which coincidentally fell on secretary's week too. It's magic i tell you.. In short, we all bought presents, balloons, ate at swensen's, and had a good time.  You'd probably have read it off the other's blogs by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be here 22/04, 11.30pm but my grandpa com took a nap and (still) doesn't want to wake up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! May you be happy always =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you call a sleepwalking nun?&lt;br /&gt;A Roamin' Catholic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not counted, told you all already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two biscuits walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;One gets crushed by a passing car.&lt;br /&gt;The other one says, 'Crumbs.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111478373714238905?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111478373714238905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111478373714238905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111478373714238905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111478373714238905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-got-gold-woohoooo-yeah-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111193710161909453</id><published>2005-03-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:25:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests were TERRIBLE. For yours truely. Kaput. Habis. Psssssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of post-exam celebrations the stuff i did included playing soccer, stoning at j8, watching a movie, catching vjc's O2 dance nite at the suntec city fountain of wealth, and wandering all over the place doing really nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rather fun.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the time listening to music today after i reached home.. Was supposed to go out again play badminton with the rest, but the courts were available only from 8 pm!! The courts are how rare on weekends.. We should like book for next sat's game le, since we can't play on weekdays now. Hahaha.. So i lazed around in my room playing Simple Plan, which i discovered was dam good. Really nice lyrics + good music = Fantastic output!!! Haha.. Okay, it's really not bad. So go check it out. Thanks brady for combusting the awesome cd for me. It's numero uno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's brown and sticky? A stick."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111193710161909453?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111193710161909453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111193710161909453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111193710161909453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111193710161909453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/common-tests-were-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111191626690976524</id><published>2005-03-27T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:58:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you write copy you have the right to copyright the copy you write if the copy is right. If however, your copy falls over, you must right your copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you write religious services you write rite, and have the right to copyright the rite you write. Very conservative people write right copy, and have the right to copyright the right copy they write. A right wing cleric would write right rite, and has the right to copyright the right rite he has the right to write. His editor has the job of making the right rite copy right before the copyright can be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should a Mr Wright decide to write right rite, then Wright would write right rite, which Wright has the right to copyright. Duplicating that rite would mean you copy Wright's right rite, and violate copyright, which Wright would have the right to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111191626690976524?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111191626690976524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111191626690976524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111191626690976524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111191626690976524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-you-write-copy-you-have-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-111082373279083337</id><published>2005-03-15T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T03:07:25.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another long, long while since the last entry.. I've been on holiday. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In response to the "Blog! I'm bored.." tags i feel compelled to do so and thus relief us all of that boredom and at the same time inject more life into this great, wonderful site. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ook alright.. Some of the more significant events that have occured since. Last week in particular..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School as usual. Yadayadayadayadayadaaaahh. And of course with school there's SPA, of which we had 2 following the GP common test paper, making our last week of school a thoroughly enjoyable one. The GP paper, by the way, was not fun at all. We were required in the AQ to talk about USA and their policies towards the rest of the world and how as students in Asia we feel about them and the great news was, i knew s*** about this topic. So as i wrote on and my apparant lack of interaction with the Straits Times became painfully obvious i ended up quoting lots from the passages and trying to smoke my way through, not that i had much time to do so anyway. Which brings to mind a nice little phrase i picked up somewhere:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's not the cigarette which smokes, it's the sucker at the end."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovely, isn't it? =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had auditions for my SYF part on the following Saturday. Was rather apprehensive at first, cos i had just started learning the song one night last week when they had promulgated there was going to be an audition. But anyway, on sat i went to play. The audition goes like this: everyone's split up into small groups in which there are members which represent every section, so this small groups play one by one in front of the fellow who will point out your mistakes and decide whether you'll be getting the CCA points or not. There were 3 groups this week, so i had to play thrice cos they can't do without bass players to complete the group. So we played and the guy said some stuff for other people but totally ignored me and the j1 bassist too. So that means.. what to say? We're good man. Woohoo. Think i'm in. Hahahahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, i'm planning to get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Comes in 10 colours, with a 5 gig memory and 12-hour music playback. Lol.. It's a great temptation, especially after my MuVo2 conked out, making the music barely audible if you do not apply a constant pressure on the earphone jack. I'm beginning to suspect why starhub can give MuVo2s away as freebies.. Hahaha.. I've used it for just a year! Back to the Zen; the colours they come in make you go WAHHH I WANT lahz.. Especially when they are put all together against a black backdrop and each one not only stands out but also enhances the other's aesthetic appeal, like you see in the Creative ads or, in my case, plastered all over the bus i take home, allowing me to drool over them every other day. Aaahh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/ZofferMax/all_ten_colours.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which one? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where do kings keep their armies? In their sleevies."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-111082373279083337?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111082373279083337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=111082373279083337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111082373279083337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/111082373279083337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-long-long-while-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110883984290676577</id><published>2005-02-20T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:16:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Missed me missed me? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awfully long since the last entry.. Haven't been updating cos 1) I didn't know what to write, 2) I came back late and didnt feel like it, and 3) of my mum's new policy that i sleep before 12 everyday. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Here's like what happened in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY celebrations (school)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important day! Cos we were going to play Jay Chou's QingTian in front of the entire school. Or rather, just the considerably large group who had stayed long enough to hear us play. Woke up with a huge feeling of anticipation. I like performing nice stuff i like.. Reminds me of the good old performances with RAGE (RAffles Guiter Enssemble). Full of nonsense and fun. Hahaha.. So anyway.. Went to school with the intention of strutting our stuff, but unfortunately i don't think we pulled it off very succussfully. Sucks sucks. &gt;&lt; Our performance was just like homeostasis - a lot of negative feedback. Aww man.. Today i still shudder to think about it. After that yang and brady and i played basketball. Brady and yang vs Me. Initially i was losing the battle, but after a while the tide was turned! Oh the passion, the motivation and the inspiration coursing through my veins lead me to a strolling win over them! Bahahaha. Ok actually this basketball girl pro joined me, and, muahahaha.. then the game started to get really fun. =P&lt;br /&gt;After the game when everyone had left i went to j8 to meet my vj friend, whom i showed around the school and chatted lots with. It was very enjoyable (it took my mind off the queasy qingtian aftermath feeling, haha). See u again soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY celebrations The Real Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angpows, goodies, gambling. Good food, good company. Aah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met yang and brady and kenneth and gz to get the girls their valentine's day gifts. Got them nice little handphone accessories personalised with their names, the 90¢ per letter-printed-on-bead/cube thing u see everywhere nowadays. Then we went to ps to buy kenneth's jar. Oh, when's a door not a door? You know.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and brady and yang later come over to my house for angpows and beer. Hahaha.. At that time my cousin with her very cute progeny had come over too.. They are called Maxx and Scott and Zenn. Kidds nowadays.. Even name also so cool. I'm a dam proud uncle lohz. =D&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball, gambled.. After that yang went home while brady and kenneth and i went to jurong point for dinner. Lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During GP we gave out the presents.. The lesson itself was a very enriching one, in which i learnt a lot of new words, and also that a boat could be inundated. Oh and kenneth's jar was replete with lovely stars; he planned to give it to his special later. How intrepid of him! All the best =) At the end of the day, we shall exult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke wishing that time could have gone back by a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed, Thurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched constantine with kenneth and yang. Watched (I Do)² with yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bball in the morning cos there wasn't physics tutorial. School passed quickly after. Played a bit more bball, watched talentime, went to eat and buy flowers with kenneth, then caught the band concert. Absolute goodness. Life should be like this, this lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Concert was good. Band is zai. Good job brady and zhong gong gong and charis! Hahaha u all rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Physics lecture test on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. It's getting shorter and shorter.. Guess it's cos i'm growing sleepy. YAWNZ.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Jay Chou's Wu Yu Lun Bi (Incomparable) LIVE Concert CD is absolutely fantastic. Sheer class. Go and buy, you definitely won't regret it. Or ask me for it. =P There's a personalised feel and touch to every song.. you can hear and feel it in a different light altogether. Plus the little variations here and there, and the banter with the crowd, and the forgetting of lyrics and replacing it with his own words. Man.. And they're all how nice!!! Rocks rocks rocks! It's really 简单爱. ( right click, encoding, unicode )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means, it's simply lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomato A and Tomato B are late for a ball. They are hurrying down the lane when Tomato B starts to lag behind, so A goes back and smashes B and says 'Ketchup'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110883984290676577?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110883984290676577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110883984290676577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110883984290676577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110883984290676577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-back-missed-me-missed-me-d-been.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110719178837838242</id><published>2005-02-01T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:43:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good, as every Mon-Wed is. Even having to write an essay during GP wasn't so bad, cos kenneth and brady and yang and i decided to write about the same topic of whether the life of teens in singapore is better now or in the past, and we ended up rubbishing around for a good half-hour before really starting and sprinting thru the essay. Lol.. Also i discovered in my concluding paragraph that the opportunity had risen for me to insinuate my dissent towards the Pearls system (unfortunately there was insufficient time for PW), one which i relished rather happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to jam. Played Qing Tian. What can i say.. We rock. Lol ok mbbe we could be a tad tidier, and our recording device could be a little better. But heck, it's just been our 2nd session together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so chio. Guozheng's solo was out of this world. So was brady's bass and kenneth's drumming. And the singing. And not to mention, the intro and the bgm, the chords which are really so dam fantastic. Guess who played them. Lovely. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to the girls who were our wonderful audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Qing Tian. What a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Start liaaoooooo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110719178837838242?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110719178837838242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110719178837838242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110719178837838242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110719178837838242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110710819040964403</id><published>2005-01-31T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:00:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversation between me and my tutor today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ah.. should better start to think about what to do in future"&lt;br /&gt;"Those in chem, where are they headed too?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. They can be teacher, researcher, scientist, chemical analysts..."&lt;br /&gt;"Those in physics?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, reseacher, physicists... (plus a few i can't remember)"&lt;br /&gt;"Maths?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher... Mathematician..(more i can't remember.. all sound as boring) "&lt;br /&gt;"Life sciences?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teachers again (with a chuckle), researcher, scientists.. Ah reporters in medical journals too.&lt;br /&gt;"Engineering?"&lt;br /&gt;"Engineer lohz.. Chem engineering, civil engineers..&lt;br /&gt;"I dont want either"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;"What about others? Arts?"&lt;br /&gt;"In arts fac there's geog, history, lit, chi..."&lt;br /&gt;"What can those history people do? Historians???"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Are there any real historians in singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your teachers.. They're historians."&lt;br /&gt;"Thats all to history?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahm.. They get to work in the National Heritage Board. Which is not bad la.. haha."&lt;br /&gt;"Then geog?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er.. you can go and work at the weather station.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. Haha. Got others?"&lt;br /&gt;"Statistics, Accountancy.. Hmm accounting is not bad!"&lt;br /&gt;"Statistics do what?"&lt;br /&gt;"People will hire u do do some statistics for them."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do all of them sound so awful?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha.. Well there's law!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a lot of work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Quite a bit la.. But less than medicine.. Much less."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Medicine is like how?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh they get to memorize thick thick books.. You see the med fac library (or sth like that.. there're like a few libraries in NUS ).. it's always packed with people."&lt;br /&gt;"Arts that library nobody la?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah haha.. not so full".&lt;br /&gt;"I like the arts library."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.. If u want, there's psychology, business, sociology.. (plus many others). Hmm.. ya thats about all that's offered in singapore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Neither of these appeal to me. I have totally no idea what i am working towards. Teachers, researchers, scientists, analysts, engineers are out. Cos i don't want to study for the rest of my life. Nor be involved in any of these when i have definitely not accumulated enough interest yet. Nor report to a rain guage every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're probably a million jobs out there but.. when u really narrow them down in relation to what u study.. your (or rather my) choices really shrink. What else can i think of? Entrepreneur? CEO of some gigantic company? Hahaha.. It's hard to have a vision about these now.. We just have to pick off where our studies bring us to and let life do the rest don't we. Yeah that's the conventional way. Will i do something different? I have no idea.. but somewhere in my heart i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The available options left? Medicine. Law. These give me the quakes.. I'm not exactly your study person. Not to mention it's already pretty hard to get into these facs, u climb mountains after u get in. Mountains of books. The shitload of work they do.. It's depressing just to think about it. Sigh. That's what life is.. No fun!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Actually Doctor Tan sounds like so dam cool.&lt;br /&gt;So does "Have you met my cousin? He's a lawyer."&lt;br /&gt;And "Let me introduce you to my friend. He's a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.. I'll be a doctor or a lawyer! Mmm this suits me, after all i've always loved to protect the weak and stand up for the helpless! And save lives as well! Excellent. I have a goal in life now! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i could start up my own company and make my first million by 25. And i'll get &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; to work with me. As my secretary! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This's it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why was Tigger looking in the toilet? To find Pooh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110710819040964403?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110710819040964403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110710819040964403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110710819040964403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110710819040964403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/conversation-between-me-and-my-tutor.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110684937051092110</id><published>2005-01-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T02:16:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went jamming today!! After a long long day of school kenneth and i merrily set off to orchard to check out the jamming studio there. The studio was free virtually ALL the time, unlike the swee lee studio where it was so hard to secure a booking. Mrted to orchard to realise that we didn't know how to get there. Lol.. Walked out of orchard and back in just to find it in a little inconspicuous corner next to the Forum. Nice little unique old building, the Ming Arcade. So we went in and gosh the room was superb. Everything was well organised, no faulty plugs or wires, guitars hung on a rack, amps lined neatly against the wall.. Nice and cheery atmosphere. Oh and the guitar felt great. Hahaha.. I like this place so much more than swee lee.. Unfortunately it's $15 an hour compared to sl's 12.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we played qingtian.. Used the time to get coordinated and get used to the speed of the song, which is surprisingly VERY slow. Kenneth is some drum pro lahz.. No drum set at home, haven't drummed for almost a year, yet he still whacked out all those nice fills and beats or whatever you call them. Lol it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and $30 later we left for dinner at BK. Aah the wonderful Mushroom Swiss Double.. Mmm yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110684937051092110?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110684937051092110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110684937051092110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110684937051092110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110684937051092110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-jamming-today-after-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110571583568882749</id><published>2005-01-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:28:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just listened to SHE's Wo Ai Ni on 9.33.. it's super nice la! I can't help but say it.. Rocks rocks rocks!!! In fact this song is why i'm writing this now. =) The Encore album is sooo nice. There's only 1 song in it which i dont really listen to. The rest are really good!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also now i'm listening to Angela Zhang Shao Han's album called Aurora. This one, got 4 dam good songs. MamaMama, Aurora, and Fu2 Yun2 (Floating Cloud), and the other one i cant remember. Lol.. Her voice is super good!!! Strong, sweet.. Lol dunno lahz. But it appeals to me. That's all that matters ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week&lt;/strong&gt;, in short.. Got a super nice card from the class. It says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engaged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the cover and the scribbles inside are so nice and even the envelope is so nice. Hahaha.. Everything is nice la! Thanks everyone =) Though i did nuts la.. =P Play play only. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;Got a surprise gift from my taiwanese buddy and friends! There was a fun springy wooden doll, and letters. Even from people i didn't know really well.. Oops.. I'm so touched la. Won't forget them, ever!&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton, basketball, soccer too. All are super fun!! Yeah! I'm improving a bit i think(hope). Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're really lots and lots of things i want to say.. but i don't know how to put it across. &gt;&lt; So.. i won't say. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes.. I appreciate everything, all you people around me. Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...Sooo cute!!! *heart melts* Miss Secretary, you know who i'm refering to! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/ZofferMax/U10129GPGroupphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110571583568882749?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110571583568882749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110571583568882749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110571583568882749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110571583568882749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-listened-to-shes-wo-ai-ni-on-9.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110538480140276786</id><published>2005-01-11T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T03:20:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.E !!!</title><content type='html'>Mmmm.. School so far has been alright. Good in fact, cos i've started doing my homework and i no longer wander in and out of lectures and tutorials in a daze as i did for the whole of last year. =P Muz try to keep it up... But i can't deny homework isn't something i look forward to everyday when i reach home. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, unpleasantries aside. This week has been fabulous. Why do i say so? Firstly, our Mon-Wed timetable's so short, they feel like a half-days and the weekend feels super long and nice. ^^ Furthermore there is P.E. on Tues and Wed, which means after that we get to walk over to RI  to walk over some sec 1s or 2s in soccer. Fun fun fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the week, however, was the S.H.E concert yang and i attended on Sat, 8 Jan. It's so super nice la.. Nothing to say. I'm a converted SHE fan overnight =P. Hahahaha.. Actually we never planned to watch the concert, esp. for me since i caught the Jay Chow concert last year which was, by the way, fantastic (and expensive). However yang called me on 25 Nov last year ( i remember!!! cos it was Metro CIP day and i was having lots of fun with alroy and his singing friend..) saying that cos his friends were not going anymore they could sell us their tickets and i thought well why not? So on Sat, we went to watch! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was BRILLIANT!!! There were nice costume changes, good dance moves, 3 dolphins which SHE sat on which singing Hou4 Niao3, a fantasy world created on stage to suit the theme of Mei Li Xin Shi Jie.. AAAHHH... And the songs were like how nice la.. I don't exactly own every album.. but i've heard most on radio b4 and boy... are they nice!~! &lt;strong&gt;ENCORE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hebe Tien was so chio... Really looked great. She looked like Zhao Min from Yi Tian Tu Long Ji on that day.. wahh.. See already my heart can melt.. My idol~! Hahahaha... The songs they sung were how nice lohz.. Like this song you hear now (not played in the concert though). Just feel the beat, listen to the lyrics...It's just so sweet and charming.. Unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the Jay Chou concert in which i had so brilliantly forgotten to bring along my camera, i took roughly 80 pics in this concert. Problem was, they're too far away!!! So couldn't get real sharp images.. And to make things worse i hadn't understood my cam well enough.. so some pics ended up more blurred then the rest. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh because of the distance from my seat to the stage(i guess), there was always a half-sec delay from the time i pressed the button to the time the picture was taken. Hahaha.. This probably meant that almost all the pictures i took were rather random. HOWEVER, i managed to catch Hebe in a nice pose (without expecting to)!! Hahahaha i bet in the whole stadium only &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; got that picture. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encore was so grand.. They left the indoor stadium in darkness, and you could feel the anticipation from the crowd. Then the drummer drummed 3 times BOOM BOOM BOOM, and was almost immediately joined by the audience chanting S.H.E.! in the same rythmn. Super stylo.. He repeated it a few times, until the lights came on and SHE appeared and the crowed erupted into cheers.. Haha.. a typical, super-nice encore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Ok.. Here i must dedicate a little section to secretary, who like the 3-year-old she is seems to be a litle rifled that i hadn't included her in this little outing.. Hahaha.. Sorry ah dear. When yang and i went, it was something like trying out for fun only.. Impromptu wan.. If we had planned it,... aiya, since when boss plan thing, never include secretary wan? Of cos sure call u! You and company along also. =P Hahaha..ok ok hebe yours, can? And that dinner also. Hahaha.. I send you the dolphins too also la k? Then can fix as swings in ur house-with-the-beautifully-sloping-roof.. Lol.. Staff welfare is No.1 okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met my cousins there, in the concert! What a surprise! Actually i knew all along they were going.. i just forgot. Haha. And when it had ended they were scrambling to meet me cos they thought i had brought my girlfriend along cos they saw 2 girls seated next to me in the concert. lol.. u can imagine the look on their faces when i introduced them to yang. Hahaha.. Then they dropped us off at paya lebah mrt station, where we took the train to bugis and alighted looking for a snack just to realise we had stepped off the last train. Ahaha. Nevertheless we went for midnight kuey-chap. Then took the last bus to holland V before sharing a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home 1.15am. Bahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Fun! I'm intoxicated. ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110538480140276786?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110538480140276786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110538480140276786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110538480140276786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110538480140276786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/she.html' title='S.H.E !!!'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110494431343738600</id><published>2005-01-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:19:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess i really should be sleeping now, considering i have to get up at 545 tml. oh. later.&lt;br /&gt;School's started.. it's been good so far. first half of the week rocks =) We have a nice and large complex too, where everything's nice and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now &lt;/strong&gt;just done some questions of 11C. not that hard.. but i'm not going to finish it tonight. yawnz. oh.. just made 22k in Neopets Stockmarket =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed. today. &lt;/strong&gt;day ended real early.. 10.55. Lovely. Played bball, then went to Coronation plaza for lunch with yang and brady. Came back for guitar after that. Performance wasn't really fantastic.. We couldn't play the silly song properly despite having practiced twice a week over the holidays.. Gonna return from syf empty handed for sure. - - Looked at the score for the first time, and had to learn quite a bit on the spot cos there are only 3 people in my section and it would be dam obvious if i didn't play. Thanks go to tian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and brady, who wrote out the notes for me in the morning. Thank you pros ^^ . And brady taught me some pentatonic scales used to play simple solo rifts. And i taught brady how to play Frog, which is a superb song. Hahaha.. I'll put it up here next week, mbbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday &lt;/strong&gt;went back to ri next door to play soccer with the sec 2s. brady biwei guozheng and i. very fun walking all over them ^^ kenneth pity u couldn't be there =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired. hols... come back pleeease.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted - He who runs after the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110494431343738600?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110494431343738600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110494431343738600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110494431343738600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110494431343738600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/guess-i-really-should-be-sleeping-now.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110461362011114388</id><published>2005-01-02T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:07:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2005 le.. didn't do much today. went out with family, ate katong laksa at bugis. walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write.. Happy New Year?&lt;br /&gt;a part of me is looking forward to tml (sch starts). it's going to be sparkling! ^^ but another doesnt want tml to come, ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. btw.. thanks to &lt;strong&gt;yingjun&lt;/strong&gt; (jeremy in the tagboard) for adding me =) we played baddie on friday. and he is like how pro la.. can fight wudao already. haha.. but then i had to chiong home for tuition.. not fun! otherwise can stay and play around longer. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just helped tian design her blog. tried to add a nice pic she drew herself (did i mention &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; is an exceptional artist and chef as well?) but ended up squeezing it into a small corner of the blog, leaving a large section blank. the effect was rather hilarious.. hahaha.. sorry ah &lt;strong&gt;boss &lt;/strong&gt;dont have PhD from MIT yet la. hahaha.. so we settled for templates found on the net. not bad la.. very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new skin.. but i kinda like this song. so i just copied the link over. wanted to put jian dan ai. but the song simply wouldn't play. - - i'll just try again tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez.. see ya all in school! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of people - the givers and the takers.&lt;br /&gt;The takers may eat better..&lt;br /&gt;But the givers sleep better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110461362011114388?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110461362011114388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110461362011114388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110461362011114388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110461362011114388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-2005-le.html' title=''/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110443554835413973</id><published>2004-12-31T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T03:52:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.8</title><content type='html'>hellooo bois and gals.. haven't blogged for a looong time le.. since christmas! and here i am in the wee hours in the morning of the LAST DAY of 2004. wow. so dam fast. i really cant believe 2 months just passed away like dat. i haven't had my fill of fun yet, and its time to be serious. going to have to start studying!!! no fun.. haven't done so for the past 5 years le.. it is sooo going to be hard to start again lohz.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. &lt;strong&gt;wed 29 dec. yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. went to sch for moving ceremony. first time i woke up so early in months. dragged myself to school (mt sinai) and bumped into darren chan (who just came back from taiwan) in assembly while looking for my class which had disappeared and he gave me a pendant and a little silver egg with saggitarius crafted on it. super nice! ^^ thanks a lot man.. guitar was great without you =P (cos i didnt go too). hahahaha &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the train, non-stop to bishan. funest mrt ride i'd taken. talked kok with kenneth, and there was this joker on the intercom acting deejay. then we walked to new campus from j8, and along the way there were little ri boys who stood along the road to welcome us. hahaha.. the idea is just so... adorable. haha.. couldnt help smiling when i saw them. it's like it's the national day parade and i'm standing on a jeep driving round the track. mm.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we assembled, then they gave speeches, blah blah blah. oh and it was then my secretary (of state) brought to my attention to BOND GIRL&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; its actually dearest ms kat ng, but she came with a smashing new look - rebonded hair. her hair is originally a bit curly so now that she rebonded it its.. still nice anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to our home room which was on the fifth floor and had a fantastic view (must go check it out!) michelle chan gave out our shoe bags and timetables - mondays end at 1155 and tuesdays 1.55 and weds 1055 excluding cca. sweet. ^^ thurs and fri finishes at 3.55, which isnt that sweet but nevertheless quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kenneth gave us a short tour of the sch, during which brady came to join us after the band performance and i made him run from block A to the assembly ground. Which was.. quite a lot considering the gargantuan complex we occupy now. oops. haha.. sorry man.. so when the tour was over ailin minling shenyue tian zhongye brady and i decided to go j8 and eat. but somehow we got into an LT (dunno which one) and played aound with the piano. secretary played qing tian, brady played his composition (piano pros...) kenneth played a song called clocks which sounded cool and pro until secretary said "grade 3 ah?" which had all of us in fits. Diplomacy, my dear Secretary. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all went for lunch at swensens, but secretary couldnt go cos she had to go pick up calls for red cross. we all ordered baked rice.. hahaha.. my fav CBR. yum yum.. and topless 5. Mmmm.. then brady and i went to bras brasah to get his new racket, played deliverymen for &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt;, and after that we went to play baddie with yang at clementi. so fun! see... doing lots of fun things with lots of people. thats what life should be like. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mutton soup with yang and brady, then went down to J East entertainment centre for Phantom of the Opera which was, to say the least, SUPER NICE!!!!! the singing, the music... ahh.. heavenly! i wan go UK and see the real stuff again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruitful, meaningful, colourful day! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor Doctor, i feel like biscuits!"&lt;br /&gt;"What, you mean those square ones?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;"The ones you put butter on?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, You're Crackers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110443554835413973?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110443554835413973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110443554835413973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110443554835413973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110443554835413973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no8.html' title='No.8'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110399844649136932</id><published>2004-12-26T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:26:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;friday, 24th dec &lt;/strong&gt;Met up with kenneth brady and yang (again) for badminton. supposed to meet at 12.. but as usual i reached like at 1230. played bball and bad, as always. haha. the first reunion of the baddie fraternity since like nov? haha ^^ We saw a pro at work! he played by himself at first.. then he came to play with yang and ken and brady. i was watching him from behind, and trying to memorize his moves. wakakaka. he could make the shuttle fly so dam far without moving his arm much. weeee. so zai.. minimise energy input, maximise work done. must copy his hand movement, and try on them next time. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played till 4.45. then went to orchard to catch the Meet The Parents and Meet The Fockers movie marathon. we bought tickets first at cine. wanted to go cafe cartel eat LAGSANA at first.. but too many pple le. cannot.. aww!!! the movies were dam funny, dam good shows. must go watch! laugh and laugh and laugh. =D at the end of it i was like reeling. cannot tahan.. was super hungry lohz, cos i (and brady) had eaten nothing the entire day, except for a bit of macs just b4 the show. i was just waiting for the promised feast at chomp chomp near kenneth's house. =P cos we were going to STAY OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we left the cinema it was 1130.. we walked out to somerset mrt from cineleisure, and saw hordes of people just hanging around outside, waiting to countdown for christmas, and spraying foam and streamers everywhere, on everyone. it looked super fun la, i wanted to wait till 12 to see the action.. but i was carrying a guitar, racket and bball with me and everyone was so tired already.. so we just left. we took the mrt to bishan, where kenneth's dad drove us to his house (nice, big house with a SKYGARDEN) to put down our stuff, then to CHOMPCHOMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much good food, so many choices. what to do? try all! haha.. we had hokkien fried mee, bbq stingray, oyster egg, chicky wings, and soup(like xiao2 wan3 mian4 without the mian4). ah.. shiok only ^^ oh not to mention also sugercane juice in a glass larger than a giant slurpee cup. hahaha.. midnight makan.. fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kenneths house again at around 2.. we showered, then played cards, guitar and monopoly till 6. in kenneths room on the third floor where his mum had spread out mattresses on the floor for all of us. when we had enough, kenneth took a nap, while brady tried to take a nap. yang and i kept disturbing him so he couldnt sleep. we asked him to watch sunrise with us. hahahaha.. it was super funny!!! then brady got up and tried to sit on me and we ended up wrestling and tumbling around. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we all dozed off at some time. woke up 10 plus? on 25th Dec. Christmas. Went out to serangoon gardens to eat. it was a super long walk, like 15-20 min. kenneth said, go there eat won't get fat wan. everything will be burnt away during the walk. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back, and looked at the sky garden. oh kenneth's house is how nice la.. so windy somemore. and the rooftop garden is so chio! next time can have class bbq up there ^^ if no space can just nudge anandB off to make space. no worries. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. thanks ah kenneth, for the day(s).&lt;br /&gt;and thanks ah everyone, for being around. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today being christmas(actually not, 2.30 am le..), no lame jokes. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110399844649136932?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110399844649136932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110399844649136932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110399844649136932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110399844649136932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110382582054949689</id><published>2004-12-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:29:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.6</title><content type='html'>met brady and yang and kenneth today for kung fu hustle! nice nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition first.. he came at 1, then tuition tuition tuition until 4 (the show started at 430!!). i was dying to go, but couldnt bear to stop halfway, cos we usually finish a topic every lesson. but then i also didnt want to be late to meet them all. what a dilemma. after i had practically shooed him out and changed it was 4.10. took a cab but to avoid the jam in orchard mr driver suggested i stop behind lido at shaw towers and run all the way to lido. and just a few min ago yang had called me. if orchard jam, he said, you drop off and run. hahaha.. so qiao3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met yang and kenneth and brady outside the cinema and we went in. didnt miss much, just a bit of the dance sequence at the beginning part. the show was not bad.. everything you'd expect out of a stephen chow movie, with all the slapstick humour and action. the movie koped ideas from lots of places and slotted them into appropriate places.. like spiderman, lord of the rings, matrix.. haha quite creative. and the bad guys from the axe band... all punching bags only. hahaha. the good guys had skills which apparently were from real chinese novels.. like tiger's roar or sth like that. then yang was listing out the real owners of the skills as each skill came out. haha.. dam pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went for makan!! went to the foodcourt in ps. the lack of a money printing machine among us made cafe cartel rather distant. haha.. but i'd go there anytime man. the lagsana (yes lagsana) is like how nice la.. the cheese (ooh the cheese!!), the sauce, the beef,... imagine a large spoonful of that stuff inching towards your mouth.. MMMmm. yum yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yang gave out christmas presents and cards. after food. then this lady who wanted the table from us looked at us wide-eyed and said "wahh so good ah.. i also want to be your friend!" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the highlight of the day was yet to come. at the bustop i met shawn and junyang (class outing) and guess what: glenn lee. the, uh, irrepressibly enthusiastic fellow!!! and the very first thing the nice guy told me was "you know AnandB right.. he is a b****** leh!" &gt;&lt; then he said "i did metro cip with him. 5 long hours!" or sth similar. sigh. this time, i'm more inclined to say something along the lines like poor anandb.. hey man.. what did anandb our fav. faction hero do to you? steal your boyfriend ah.. Mr.B wouldnt harm a fly! right everyone? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my bus came. lovely. the interval is like how long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a boat with my friend, and went fishing on a lake. Catch wasn't good, till we reached a particular spot. Happily we caught our fill, and returned to the dock.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you mark the spot we got all these fish?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Of cos!" he said. "I put a big white X on the side of the boat where we caught them"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;He's such an idiot la.. what makes him think we can get the same boat tml???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110382582054949689?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110382582054949689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110382582054949689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110382582054949689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110382582054949689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no6_23.html' title='No.6'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110365622571628573</id><published>2004-12-21T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T03:37:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.5</title><content type='html'>today was a good day! fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet brady and yang and kenneth on 12 but when the phone rang and woke me up i looked at the clock and it read 11.45 and once again i had to msg yang to say sorry i'll be late. haha. i always seem to be late when i am meeting him. sorry ah bro. bu4 shi4 gu4 yi4 de4.. XD but today it wasnt so bad cos brady would ALSO be late (later than me ) so he can be a dang3 &lt;strong&gt;jian4&lt;/strong&gt; pai2 and make me look a bit better this time. HAHAHHAAHA. so i took a cab down cos aiya.. not nice, yang keeps waiting for me. we played basketball in that nice indoor court, then brady came and man he had his hair gelled and looked like some triad boss from china (he just returned). then we played badminton and basketball, and brady begun throwing balls like how accurately la. he must have gone to yaoming's house and eaten yao's secret horde of food stashed away under the boards beneath the bed. then in badminton it was me and yang vs brady (kenneth had Oteam) and then brady hit shuttles like how well also. it was then i deduced he too had visited gong ruina's house in china and eaten the food there or had some secret training as well. Impress me further baby, and i'm on the next plane to china..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but anyway.. we played and played and played. spent like 4 hrs there. also got chased off ard 4 times cos we neither booked nor paid for the court. there was also this fellow who asked if he could join us in bball. of cos we said yes (so nice of us) so firstly it was abc (which he won) and later, as he proposed, yang brady and i vs him. what audacity. what foolishness. 3 vs 1 basketball? dont make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he won that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, things do not happen against logic without reason. reasons abound as to why he won. 1. His adequacy. he's probably some seasoned pro with some team la. us? guitar band and CO. hardly what you would call a basketball team. 2. Our inadequacy. in addition to the reason mention above our experience in basketball matches = ZERO. brady and i were not opponents. we were obstacles. yang was impressive though ^^ 3. we were tired already when he came, while he was still as fresh as a fresh fish. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went for rojak. yum.. then we stoned a while, and decided to go to bugis for katong laksa (yum yum) and cheap cds (yum yum yum!!!) i didnt buy any though cos i've already sent my wishlist to a friend in taiwan. but yang bought an Aurora cd. oh have i mentioned, katong laksa is FANTASTIC. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look at coms in sim lim square. i wanted to up mine, but mummy and daddy weren't very enthu about it, so i was so half-hearted.. it's like, no point getting a spanking new com but pissing either parent off. we talked a lot on how to bring my com into the family picture safely.. came out with lots of lame and funny stuff, thanks to brady. "Ma, i got this for free". or sneak it in on 24th, assemble at night, and "Ma, santa claus". you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh.. Chronicles of Computer didnt have a happy ending. dont want to talk about it le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this's actually an entry for 20th, Monday. it's just that when i write it's past 12 le..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews - What he does when he wants to make beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110365622571628573?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110365622571628573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110365622571628573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110365622571628573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110365622571628573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no5.html' title='No.5'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110349117574894459</id><published>2004-12-20T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:19:35.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.4</title><content type='html'>today ah, is 20 Dec le.. too fast.. i don't like. but tml's my bdae! ^^  must enjoy man!!! though i still have no idea wad i'm going to do. for the first time in my life, i realised i donwant my birthday to come so quickly. this just means the hols are ending. you know why they say time flies? cos time really flies. weeee.&lt;br /&gt;yuck. eew. suck suck sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets move on to nicer funner topics. mmm. today, i'll intro you all to my company. haha yeah my COMPANY ^^ In the frenzy corporate world of ours today, there is this very very special company which dares to make a difference. The association which walks off the beaten track. The organisation which opens new doors and keeps them open. What unique, enthralling establishment are we talking about here? Which coterie of elites would we be refering too? The ans. is... yeah, my company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seductively located among the beaches of the Maldives, The Establishment is elusive to the masses, a priviledge entitled only to the fun and the nice, and no one else. With extensive knowledge and experience of statistical analysis techniques (games, sports, and of cos, some tv), The Establishment has over 25 years of experience reporting at international board level. Principal activities are the provision of project design, management and services; in fact, everything and anything fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. lol.  dont want talk like that le.. very sian. yawnz. but then, its the people who make a company. so now must talk about a few pple. a few dam important people. pivotal. first up is da &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt;. really the nicest person you can find around. he is like so thoughtful, caring, sharing, and nice.. you wont believe until you meet him. after you meet him, die.. so charming, you just cannot forget him. 10 stars!! super important wan okay. no &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt;, no company.. but see la, cos the &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt; so good, the company also become so dam zai. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is the &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt;. this one ah.. got a lot of things to say. &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; is multipurpose wan, everything also can do. like those swiss army knife. looks so small and nice, but wahh once u open it up, you can open everything else up. in the Establishment &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; is indispensible. among the many roles she plays she is also our acting psychologist and PR manager. what did i say about multipurpose.. everything, &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; also can handle. got problem ah, just go to &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt;. call her at 3 am ask her tapow food eat supper also can. call her at 4 am cos you're feeling bored and need a friend to talk to also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm kidding. dont try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt;, undoubtedly, has an eye for talent. naturally, he also appreciates and takes good care of all his staff. thats why &lt;strong&gt;secretary&lt;/strong&gt; is among one of the higheset paid working executives in the world. also ah, among her possessions provided by the Establishment (sshhh, cos the &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt; is supposed to be impartial. thats how trust is built up and rapport and mutual understanding is shared in a large family like ours) is a pink Ferrari (with that cool blue circle of light emitting from the base like u see in 2 Fast 2 Furious), and a shocking pink grand piano (like the one jay chou used in his concert) and also, a 3-storey semi-d with a sloping granite-and-glass-mosaic roof.&lt;br /&gt;wow. even &lt;strong&gt;boss&lt;/strong&gt; also dont have. see la, staff welfare is so well taken care of. its no wonder morale is so high in camp and the Establishment continues to be the leading company with astonishing turnovers and .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos man, look at the time. i'm meeting yang and brady and kenny for bad tml..yay.. another chance to use my new racket. watch out guys. Hahahhaha. if i dont sleep now i'm going to have to drag myself around the whole day. so nitez!!  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretary ah.. here's the report u wanted. havent finished yet ah, still got homework consultant and other executives to include. hope it's to your satisfaction. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time flies like an arrow.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit flies like a banana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110349117574894459?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110349117574894459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110349117574894459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110349117574894459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110349117574894459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no4.html' title='No.4'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110313166152611281</id><published>2004-12-16T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:34:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.3</title><content type='html'>Today ah, was a damn tiring day. went to ghim moh for guitar, and when i reached there, i realised they all left for bishan campus le. so malu.. stone there like some lost sheep left behind. my fault la actually cos i didnt bother to check but haiz if guitar were more fun then this wouldnt be sooo bad. so i wandered around looking at the sch for the last time and i realised i really like this place cos 1) sch was at its most fun at this place like orientation, 1st 3 months and stuff it was damn fun and i really appreciate it and 2) Bishan is like sooo FAR for me next year lahz i got to take bus like 1.5 hrs EVERYDAY and like yandao said can sit until your butt turn big. but of cos i still look forward to sch next year nice big place it reminds me of ri and i'm looking forward to scribbling my name on every chair next year to create my legacy and pass down my grand name for posterity MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i met a friend and we played basketball till i was practically lying on the floor. i didnt go bishan cos i'd be late by the time i reached there and i'd spend 2 hrs travelling for 2 hrs practice and nah it's not worth it cos i have a golden rule - for unfun affairs spend at least twice the amount of time u take to travel otherwise dont go and so there! (i hope no one in RJGE reads this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to auntie and she gave me an orange ^_^ we talked quite a bit and she told me lots about herself and did you know her first son owns a sushi restaurant, her second son is a teacher in JSS and her daughter is married to the son of the principal of HCJC? wow. i asked her why are you still working then and she said everyone's working so she must lead the charge!!! was damn impressed by her attitude.. at her age and still so on. boys and girls, this is a shining example we must follow and lead our lives by ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as we walked out of school this admin guy who had to be more bored than us came up to us and said "what are you doing here? (you have a problem with that?) everyone's in new campus(so?). be the first to experience it! the court there's so much nicer. (yeah). you all ah, so unfriendly!" (stunned silence) ... Thanks so much Mr Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to eat and met yang for badminton and basketball. tried out my new racket =) it was great but i'm not really accustomed to it yet cos its much lighter and the strings are finer than my old wan. even then it is damn zai just whack a bit, no need a lot of strength and wheee you see the shuttlecork fly and fly and fly. later on 2 pple challenged us so we played doubles. like competition liddat, dam exciting one of them was a pro i think cos his hair, specs and shirt all screamed I PLAY BADDIE AND DONT MESS WITH ME COS I CAN KICK UR BUTT LIKE HOW EASILY. haha. ok mbbe i am exagerating a teeny bit but anyway he didnt turn out to be that good missed here and there. his netplay was good though. we lost the first game; yang and i nvr played same team b4, usually it's brady and me, yang and kenneth. 2nd game we did good cos we were obviously much better, but yang whispered to me "let them win" i was like HUH but i okayed and they won again.. dunno why yang so nice. but nvm. win win lohz.. we know we're better bahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played basketball(again) and played 1v1 me against yang and he really kicked my @$$ cos basketball is in his blood. hahahaha then went for KFC then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoz write so much again. see pple's blog, like very short wan. hahaha. hmph. mine got substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahahaahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Horse Shoe: What you say to a horse when you want it to go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110313166152611281?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110313166152611281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110313166152611281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110313166152611281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110313166152611281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no3.html' title='No.3'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110296619484712780</id><published>2004-12-14T03:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:39:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.2</title><content type='html'>Trying out a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;Chio rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did papa buffalo say to baby buffalo before he went to work?&lt;br /&gt;"Bison".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110296619484712780?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110296619484712780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110296619484712780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110296619484712780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110296619484712780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no2_14.html' title='No.2'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</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-9594829.post-110296379745041788</id><published>2004-12-14T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:48:10.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi first post!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to do and after fiddling around with this pentium one of mine i find myself drawn to a blog. Mmm then i decided to try it out cos i want to try out something new and interesting and also cos of Kenny's blog, which is amazing. Ailin and Yandao's blogs are like damn nice too so ta-dah! Here's my masterpiece ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton with Yang today, and basketball. At clementi sports hall, where there was an INDOOR basketball court okay.. It felt really dfferent from playing in a sun baked weather beaten outdoor court. Yang taught me a game called BULLET where we stand at the 2 point line and take turns shooting. Every successive shot = 1 bullet. The bullets stack until someone misses, then ah ha he gets them all and loses the same amout of life.. Each of us had 7 lives and we played 3 games of which i won only 1. Haha. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for lunch and only i ate cos i was hungry and yang wasnt. I tried a new Malay Laksa which was nice and spicy. After that we took 7 to Bras Brasah complex to choose my brand new badminton racket ^^ cos my old one was spoilt. The shaft could be rotated and i had to retune it after every hit like a guitar and it was really hard to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual guy at the shop wasnt there it was a new fellow so yang and i kinda hesitated cos it is in this type of situation where the shop keeper can fleece you of your precious pennies. Nevertheless we went in since we were already there. I took a while (1 hour, the 'keeper claimed) to choose my racket, all of them looked sooo good. It was $84 for a racket, string, grip and a bag of rather mediocre quality. Not a bad deal, but yang and i were pretty pissed with that overbearing oppressive shopkeeper. During the time we spent inside yang kept telling me to "take your time to choose no need hurry" and him to "let him decide what he wants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose a stylish black instead of the red. OK, mbbe stylish means just slightly more common in this case.. I did really consider the red, but my feeling said BLACK and i do trust my high ESP count (its true boys and girls). It just felt better. Oh but to make up for it i got a nice yellow grip ^^ Nice nice now it looks sooo chio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting we walked over to HMV in CityLink too look through CDs and to pick up new titles for Brady who is in china to buy back for us cos apparently cds cost less over there. Wahahaha times are bad ok.. Must kai1 yuan2 jie2 liu2 mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to orchard to look for a $6.50 sushi buffet i ate b4 but it was gone so we went to food street just next to specialist shopping centre and had Hokkien Prawn Mee and bbq chicky wings. At the end of the day we still got fleeced cos if u know these places the price is like so high and the amount of chow isn't very significant. And after that we got 2 for $2 Giant slurpees. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reading back and i realise WOW i have written quite a bit already. Either this activity is too alluring or i have to much time to burn. Think i'll just stay up and watch the Man U-Fulham match since i have ferdinand in my fantasy team so there's something to cheer for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't blogging just like writing a diary? Cool! Havent done so for ages. Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heroes - what he does in a lake when the motor fails"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9594829-110296379745041788?l=dreamwatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110296379745041788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9594829&amp;postID=110296379745041788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110296379745041788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9594829/posts/default/110296379745041788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no1.html' title='No.1'/><author><name>啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738086124000560137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
