<?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-9187207940758315014</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:57:16.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>predict this last scene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-5645468486280872870</id><published>2007-08-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:08:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.</title><content type='html'>darn, lost to ren jean yesterday for 50m free. on the way back to school, belle and i played our guitars on the bus. i hugged my guitar all the way back to class. LA poem recital wasn't too bad. got a 23/30 for my recital. and sheng rui ponned school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say it was quite successful. although it rained through the morning into the early afternoon, many people still turned up. the range was kept really busy. me and zhi rong ended doing duties for all three shifts. oh and a new member joined us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the club, cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and qiao wei, JOIN RIFLE GIRLS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-5645468486280872870?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5645468486280872870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=5645468486280872870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/5645468486280872870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/5645468486280872870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyone-has-talent-what-is-rare-is.html' title='Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-2325518625630265373</id><published>2007-08-21T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:25:25.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you can imagine is real</title><content type='html'>BEN KWOK SPLIT HIS PANTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-2325518625630265373?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-7129989286167142090</id><published>2007-08-19T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:34:01.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People say true friends always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they knew the other hand will always be there</title><content type='html'>Song Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3Lh3PzqjVj"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3Lh3PzqjVj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops. i'm back to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming PE again. had some sprints with ren jean and chitra. lost to chitra, drew with ren jean. then it starting pouring on us. found out something interesting during chinese lecture. right, belle? math test was crap. couldnt do a few of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my IH group at kap. realised that we had extremely little time to complete the project. made quite a bit of progress there. went for agamemnon in the evening. some parts of it was really crap, but some parts were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;had chinese tuition in the morning. came back and stuffed myself with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to complete ih now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-7129989286167142090?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-9187207940758315014.post-2756802467802607063</id><published>2007-08-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:45:42.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you love someone, put their name in a circle, instead of a heart, because hearts can break, but circles go on forever.</title><content type='html'>Run and tell all of the angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could take all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a devil to help me get things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up a new revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this one is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around laughing and watched the last one die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for complication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done nursing the patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all away if you give me one last try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and tell the angels that everything is alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and make this life my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-2756802467802607063?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-7553140772248846665</id><published>2007-07-28T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:47:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even the smallest candle burns brighter in the dark.</title><content type='html'>Tired of living in the modern world&lt;br /&gt;Another casual flag left unfurled by love&lt;br /&gt;Tired of living inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Another casualty out of time for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Hope Love, &lt;br /&gt;Be Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of living in this modern land&lt;br /&gt;Too many ideals to meet with its demands&lt;br /&gt;Tired Of looking for sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Got to learn to stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Hope Love, &lt;br /&gt;(Too Much too soon, To see it through, look back at your life with some kind of pride)&lt;br /&gt;Be Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever let you down,&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever feel the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Hope Love, &lt;br /&gt;(Too Much too soon, To see it through, look back at your life with some kind of pride)&lt;br /&gt;Be Enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-7553140772248846665?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7553140772248846665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=7553140772248846665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/7553140772248846665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your face &lt;br /&gt;Tie your hair and gently fall from grace &lt;br /&gt;Until I come again &lt;br /&gt;Take the disaffected life &lt;br /&gt;Men who ran the company ran your life &lt;br /&gt;You could have been his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you but my hands are tied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay here but I've been denied &lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the sweat from off your brow &lt;br /&gt;All that you believe is here and now &lt;br /&gt;You could have had more doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the shadow from your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Rest your daughter while your mother cries &lt;br /&gt;You could have let him fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you but my hands are tied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay here but I've been denied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna lie here 'til we've killed this bitter doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you but my hands are tied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay here but I've been denied &lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you but my hands are tied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep here but I've been denied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay here 'til we've killed this bitter doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you but my hands are tied &lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep here but I've been denied &lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the clock until the morning sun comes out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-4427447573517347921?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4427447573517347921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=4427447573517347921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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difficulties of life are intended to make us better, not bitter.</title><content type='html'>our first swimming pe lesson. it was really slack cus we just swam 5 laps. sheng rui nearly died in the pool because he couldn't move his limbs. i lost my stamina cus i haven't swam in 9 months. i was really slow. and guess what gayle wore for pe. never mind, shant bully her anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-5261372395425173894?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5261372395425173894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=5261372395425173894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at.</title><content type='html'>new blogskin again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. school started just as i was starting to enjoy my enrichment week. clocked a total of 31.25 hrs. results were anything but good. many of the papers were like borderline passes. only my IH was reasonable. had some new teachers for some modules, but they were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going down to support at chaos tomorrow with andy so we'll be skipping exco meeting and PT tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-4965877016352962235?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4965877016352962235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=4965877016352962235' 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type='text'>i've learned - that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.</title><content type='html'>well, the renovations are still going on at home with dust particles flying all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna start soon and i'm not even done with my chinese book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. congrats to maxine and cara for bringing back the b' div girls canoeing title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash, relax okay? there's still next year's track season to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-2215746753128852164?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2215746753128852164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-408532029169212352</id><published>2007-07-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:52:02.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.</title><content type='html'>so what if i like her? i really dont care how you people view me, but at least give some thought for her feelings. so what if she knows about it. does that really matter? it had always been friendship and it shall stay as friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-408532029169212352?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-4637929269838442425</id><published>2007-07-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:52:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the world you are just a person, but to a person you can be the world.</title><content type='html'>monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math lecture left me erm... speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at 7.45am to play pool. meet shuyi, gayle and christel at the canteen. gayle and i decided to go run a few rounds while christel sat at the grandstand reading her book. i ran three rounds while gayle ran 2. went off for lunch at kap. reached school in time for aeromedical workshop. tried sleeping on the bus there, but it was too noisy thanks to sherryn. the workshop was interesting, but too much theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you really need to learn how to shut that gap if yours when it isnt needed. no one will think you're a mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-4637929269838442425?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4637929269838442425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=4637929269838442425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/4637929269838442425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/4637929269838442425'/><link 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/&gt;went to school for movie appreciation. met reuben and wei quan at the canteen and we went up to LT2. damm the movie was really boring. it was called "brazil" and the polt had nothing to do with brazil. ben entered the LT late and he was wearing his running shorts and pe shirt. reuben borrowed my sleeping bag and we brought canned coffee up to the LT. we made quite a bit of noise opening our cans. at the end of the movie, miss wong told us that "brazil" was actually the name of the theme song. reuben, ben and i went like "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie appreciation, three of us and andy took a bus to cathy cineplex to watch transformers. went there and reuben realised that he had not much money left, so we decided to take a bus back to adam road food centre to have lunch. after lunch we went back to school and had played soccer. we played like losers 'cause we havent been playing for a real long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for wakeboarding. our group consisted of 4 guys and a girl. kai xun, sheng rui, jason and i really pitied the girl going with us on the same boat. the initial part was quite retarded 'cause we couldnt keep our balance on the board. the second try was much better. sheng rui tried to ride a wave and he crashed. i managed to ride one wave, but crashed on the next. while the others were having their turn, me and sheng rui sat on the front of the boat. whenever the boat slowed down or rode a wave, we had waves crashing at us. on our way back to the marina, we sat at the front again and we had our clothes dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to curry wok for lunch and we met maxine, cara and another canoeist there. they spent like 25 bucks in total while the kai xun, sheng rui, jason and i spent just20 bucks. i wonder what they ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, kai xun went home and the remaining three of us went back to school for some 80s/90s music videos presentation. it was really boring. the back door kept opening for no reason and the three of us sat at the back of the LT napping away. the only funny part came when they played the retarded tarzan song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the level are coming back from OBS tomorrow. i wonder what they'll become after 5 days in the wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-7618581890971242055?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7618581890971242055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=7618581890971242055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is what makes the ride worthwhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love doesn't make the world go 'round.  love is what makes the ride worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the b'div air rifle boys, your junior vice-captain here is extremely proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL JUNIOR COLLEGE AIR RIFLE BOYS B DIVISION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH ZONE SILVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL 5TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanson: our role-model former captain, you never failed to be at the range to help us out in our trainings whenever you are free. although you are unable to shoot, you make up for it by contributing your services to the club. you will always be there whenever the team needs you. you have left behind a legacy that will be extremely hard to emulate, but never impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: thanks for the good times we had together during training. i really thank you for  devoting so much time for the team, training xu yang and yi xin and me from scratch to become what we are today. your term of captaincy will never lack the support from this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zestin: we had some really good times together, playing pool, having friendly final-10 competitions and trainings. it was a hard fight for the last place in the national team, but you won it and you truly showed that the faith placed in you by mr lee and andy was not misplaced. although you were the reserve, don't lose faith. continue to shoot your best and fight for a place in the 'a div nationals team next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Xin: the most experienced IP1 shooter i have. continue training hard. we'll fight hard to beat RI next year. although it seems nearly impossible, we can certainly do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu Yang: the best IP1 shooter. congrats on your new training best of 578. keep training hard. although you will be overage for b' division next year, continue training hard for the a' dv next year. despite the fact that you will not be eligible for b' div next year, you will always be a part of this b' div team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, assessment week is over (it was totally crap). at least i have survived 5 weeks of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent yesterday afternoon in school after my IH paper. went to play pool with ben, reuben and alex. ben really made a fool of himself while playing. stoned around in the armoury till 5.15 with prem and hanson, discussing about the direction the club is taking for the future. left with shu jen and went to coronation plaza to duplicate    keys before going to KAP for exco meeting. i spent $8 on a pack of hersheys kisses at cold storage. yesterday's meeting was really funny. andy was late because he overslept on the bus and ended up somewhere (he obviously slept for damm long). i bet he was dreaming of a certain someone. meeting ended at like 7.45 and i saw ken and issac at KAP. chatted abt the old days back in acs before my dad came to pick me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-2421598995827807837?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2421598995827807837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=2421598995827807837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/2421598995827807837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/2421598995827807837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-doesnt-make-world-go-round-love-is.html' title='love doesn&apos;t make the world go &apos;round.  love is what makes the ride worthwhile.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-8239272595260558243</id><published>2007-06-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:07:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a carnival, &lt;br /&gt;can I stay here a while&lt;br /&gt;Nemesis rose, &lt;br /&gt;and I feel I'm about to go down, &lt;br /&gt;about to go down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is a Ferris wheel, &lt;br /&gt;can I see how I feel, &lt;br /&gt;she's taking me up but she don't even care to go down, &lt;br /&gt;care to go down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my friends we landed in December, &lt;br /&gt;creating something for you to remember, &lt;br /&gt;The rushes were made, and music was saved&lt;br /&gt;One two three she's riding up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Four five six I'm wired up to eleven, &lt;br /&gt;the rushes were made, and music was saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the ground again, &lt;br /&gt;excuses are wearing thin, &lt;br /&gt;they came with a bang but they're out with a whimper for now, &lt;br /&gt;losing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was young, &lt;br /&gt;trying to be someone,&lt;br /&gt;A boy on his heels, &lt;br /&gt;I was never the talk of the town, &lt;br /&gt;look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my friends we landed in December, &lt;br /&gt;creating something for you to remember, &lt;br /&gt;the rushes were made, and music was saved.&lt;br /&gt;One two three she's riding up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Four five six I'm wired up to eleven, &lt;br /&gt;the rushes were made, and music was saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my friends we landed in December, &lt;br /&gt;creating something for you to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The rushes were made, and music was saved&lt;br /&gt;One two three she's riding up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Four five six I'm wired up to eleven, &lt;br /&gt;the rushes were made and music was saved, &lt;br /&gt;music was saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-8239272595260558243?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8239272595260558243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=8239272595260558243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/8239272595260558243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/8239272595260558243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-dont-love-woman-because-she-is.html' title='you don&apos;t love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-3304582523591587840</id><published>2007-06-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:08:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down, slowly&lt;br /&gt;Hotel lobby&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are counterfeit if we don’t lay down&lt;br /&gt;I should be used to it, but I’m losing my strength now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a time when&lt;br /&gt;This darkness, will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A war for corporate glory&lt;br /&gt;Re-told as a fairy story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a time when&lt;br /&gt;This darkness&lt;br /&gt;Will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got enough respite to keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;I got enough respite to keep from crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a time when&lt;br /&gt;This darkness&lt;br /&gt;Will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be used to it&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;So lets get back to earth and make the best of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-3304582523591587840?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3304582523591587840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=3304582523591587840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/3304582523591587840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/3304582523591587840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-takes-minute-to-have-crush-on.html' title='it takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-2139042963598340583</id><published>2007-06-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:08:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank just 3 cups of tea and started showing withdrawal symptoms (fatigue, restlessness, headaches etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had haagen daz for lunch at junction 8. spent 19 bucks on a sundae (it wasnt my money anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt study much. decided to take a break from flipping pages and note-takings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 3 episodes of top gear. i've come to a conclusion that Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May have the best jobs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank 3 cups of tea in the morning with a bowl of Post's Honey Bunches of Oats with real strawberries. i'm down to my last 2 tea bags. i think i shall switch to coffee once i'm out of tea bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great news. new york mayor michael bloomberg is no longer a republican. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had japanese food for lunch while michelle was at the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard some really shocking news today. my parents intend to cover up the empty space at the rooftop and convert it into an air-conditioned gym. (i hope the funds don't come out from my account.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash: you take care too. good luck for your nationals as well. you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara: you might chance upon a sign with your name as well. but it'll most probably be      a news channel advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruth: you'll probably survive. i havent done much studying this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherryn: take your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5077778308185346946"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/leonard.neo/Rnfkd9OSU4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LdcUmSeE9xY/s288/28560021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this aint a joke. it really exists. dont ask me why new york has a mueseum about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5077778428444431250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/leonard.neo/Rnfkk9OSU5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/TWIgTEIo2Tk/s288/28620001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palace or city hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5077778578768286642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnfkttOSU7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/iUzJkrnAX4U/s288/28620012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooklyn bridge. looks damm nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5078163008406049746"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnlCWdOSU9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/2hUE_lZ_vvg/s288/PC070034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell wraps toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5078163059945657314"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnlCZdOSU-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/p5kK_F4-gvo/s288/DSC00025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first glance, i thought that was a soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5078163072830559218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnlCaNOSU_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gOI5O9kXBAI/s288/P1010077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually posed for a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-2139042963598340583?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2139042963598340583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=2139042963598340583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/2139042963598340583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/2139042963598340583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-it-idiot-proof-and-someone-will.html' title='make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-3594410719543609020</id><published>2007-06-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:49:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got enough money saved for the rest of my life.  well.. .unless i want to buy something.</title><content type='html'>woke up at 2am. couldnt sleep thanks to the overdose of tea. went online and fond ash awake as well. we were like the only few loony toons online at 2.30am. so chatted for a while and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for like another 4hrs and woke up for breakfast. did some math and MI after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been mugging for the last 4hrs.damm i'm really tired of all this mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this really lame video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3CRE9kFRvo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3CRE9kFRvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-3594410719543609020?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3594410719543609020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=3594410719543609020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/3594410719543609020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/3594410719543609020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-enough-money-saved-for-rest-of.html' title='i&apos;ve got enough money saved for the rest of my life.  well.. .unless i want to buy something.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-594740510856205317</id><published>2007-06-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:53:04.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've learned - that no matter how good a chick is, she'll only contribute to your alcoholism.</title><content type='html'>i've got this sudden addiction to tea.dranks 5 cups of tea today and 6 cups yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health freaks, you may want to try it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Tea is a natural source of the amino acid theanine, methylxanthines such as caffeine and theobromine, and polyphenolic antioxidant catechins. It has almost no carbohydrates, fat, or protein."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dranks 5 cups of tea today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are numbered. i have 1 week to revise chem, physics and math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished "hunter killer". still deciding whether i should go buy "ghost force"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5077042331179438930"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnVHGdOSU1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/I1aZLBL6Rds/s288/P1010095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ashlee simpson wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5077059455214048098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/leonard.neo/RnVWrNOSU2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/fwI28UcNBMY/s288/PC040097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna fall into the pond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-594740510856205317?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/feeds/594740510856205317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9187207940758315014&amp;postID=594740510856205317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/594740510856205317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187207940758315014/posts/default/594740510856205317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predictthislastscene.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-learned-that-no-matter-how-good.html' title='i&apos;ve learned - that no matter how good a chick is, she&apos;ll only contribute to your alcoholism.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-4366748120528514083</id><published>2007-06-16T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:53:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night i played a blank tape at full blast.  the mime next door went nuts</title><content type='html'>dad just left for sweden and i'm all alone at home again. feeling extremely bored and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that the rooftop is going to undergo some huge renovations and my parents are going to change my ceiling lamp for some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post some picts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5076579930705384066"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/leonard.neo/RnOijNOSUoI/AAAAAAAAACI/RXBS8GRou2E/s288/P6160097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do my strings look ash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5076579849101005346"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/leonard.neo/RnOiedOSUiI/AAAAAAAAABY/aP2iEl9XFmg/s288/P1010033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it's still open in new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5076579827626168850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/leonard.neo/RnOidNOSUhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x8rM-l51r2o/s288/P1010078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this squirrel is such a camwhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5076579771791593986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/leonard.neo/RnOiZ9OSUgI/AAAAAAAAABI/2GocctQzhLY/s288/28620024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;central park new york in winter. it's supposed to be a baseball field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/leonard.neo/PredictThisLastScene/photo#5076579488323752418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/leonard.neo/RnOiJdOSUeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/req-MfojANU/s288/P1010020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont we have these kind of street art in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheer up ash. things will turn out fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-4366748120528514083?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187207940758315014.post-8039724121935744796</id><published>2007-06-16T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:53:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to think i was indecisive, but now i'm not sure.</title><content type='html'>the house arrest order continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 4.30am. couldnt sleep cus of the overdose of caffeine. decided to revise bio again at 6. then slept for like an hour before i went for tuition. kat left for church camp today, sheng rui went back to school for training. oh and regina asked me if i could go join the ex-classmates for class gathering. had to tell her that assessment week is in the first week of school. damm everyone except me is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiting smsed me at 12.05am, saying that she's leaving in the morning for bali. sorry, i was asleep then (my first time sleeping before 12 for the hols). have fun there. i seem to be the only person not doing anything for the hols. not even training. well, woke up at 8. mum wasnt at home, so i spent the morning watching tv before i went back to do math practices. realised today that i forgot to go for guitar yesterday evening. damm and i found a huge dent on "her" today. felt so sad. i'll post the pict  sometime later since i'm gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post a damm cool video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oblRnGLLMyk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oblRnGLLMyk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sure.'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-1928300471221541817</id><published>2007-06-13T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:54:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing!</title><content type='html'>tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home to mug all day long. extremely boring. did math and MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was absolutely great. had japanese buffet for lunch and did a whole lot of math practices today. the training camp for nationals ended today. sheng rui did relatively well for the camp, although his scores were dropping due to fatigue. 522 on the monday, 517 on tuesday and 512 today. not bad eh. at least there's a new personal best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this song today. reminded me of the soundtrack i heard while shopping in abercrombie &amp; fitch 2 years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUL MEETS BODY - DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;And let the sun wrap its arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing&lt;br /&gt;And feel, feel what its like to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations&lt;br /&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;br /&gt;where they’re far more suited than here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot guess what we'll discover&lt;br /&gt;We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels&lt;br /&gt;But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s&lt;br /&gt;And not one speck will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;Where soul meets body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too&lt;br /&gt;So brown eyes I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re the only song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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missing!'/><author><name>leonard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12670364097882490595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9187207940758315014.post-6399570265588697738</id><published>2007-06-11T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:53:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men have more common sense than women. name one men's garment that zips up in the back.</title><content type='html'>today was hell. reached school at 7.30am today to pass sheng rui my sleeping bag (sounds retarded right). stayed in the armoury to help the pistol people modify their guns. prem issued sheng rui and jason FWB P40s for nationals. (congrats man. but you two will still have to return to your FWB 103s after nationals.) after dry-firing for like 10mins, they started complaining that the P40 was damm heavy, cus they haven't gotten used to them yet. then at about 10am, me, kay tai and wei lin went out to buy like 30+ packets of food back for those having camp. came back and helped those using compressed air guns to pump their cylinders. i was pumped sheng rui's cylinder to 100 bar when sheng rui told me hewanted to pump his own cylinder using the hand pump. he died after just pumping 25 bar of air when i had been pumping cylinders the whole morning. i had to step in and pump his cylinder to 175 bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to study MI now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-6399570265588697738?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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first detail was supposed to start at 9 sharp and we only had like a 45mins left to reach safra. then as we were driving along adam road, there was this HUGE traffic jam that took up 20mins of our time. so in the end, we reached safra at 8.50 and we ate up a few minutes into the preparation time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results of the shoot really worried me. zestin crashed and shot a 504 while yi xin  was inconsistent and shot a 530+. at least andy broke his personal best of 560 by 1 point, although i indirectly caused him to shoot a 97 series instead of a perfect 100 series. the team better pick themselves up by nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the a div team shot okay. when i left, alex's 577 was leading by one point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was on the train to orchard, i started to think of the nationals campaign for next year. i have 6 months to train the new ip1 rifle girls and rifle boys and prepare them for nationals next year. well, there's a possibility of yi xin and xu yang not being eligible for nationals next year as they're already 16 this year and there are no ip1 rifle girls this year. so it'll be a very inexperienced b div rifle team next year. god be with me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached orchard at about 2 and had mos burger for lunch. then i went to the library to borrow some books. missed kat and yiting's streetfest performance as i had to accompany my mum for dinner at food republic (sorry people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a real boring day. woke up at like 8.00 after 4 hrs of sleep and did nothing but study for the entire day. damm the studying is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm i'm really hungry now. and my mum's still not back with dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9187207940758315014-7297598858470613394?l=predictthislastscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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