<?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-4231675591943994157</id><updated>2012-01-12T08:52:10.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life to the fullest</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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>515</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-7497456076253490286</id><published>2010-03-05T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:35:51.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lvl results</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. results coming out soon. I had the atmosphere that surrounds the hall where we first took the exams. I hate this dread, but I also know that I have to approach the halls with quiet confidence that I have tried and fought hard.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my disadvantage, I did persevere, and I'm NOT THE LAST IN MY CLASS despite being the laziest.&lt;br /&gt;All comes down to one day.&lt;br /&gt;This day.&lt;br /&gt;People will cry, people will scream for joy. But I know that I will exit the shallow halls with no regret in my heart that I have tried and be thankful for whatever the lord has done in me.&lt;br /&gt;I will not back down. I'm not build that way.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, feels like O lvl all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Approach it calmly. Approach it confidently.&lt;br /&gt;Approach it with resolve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-7497456076253490286?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/7497456076253490286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=7497456076253490286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7497456076253490286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7497456076253490286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/03/lvl-results.html' title='A lvl results'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-322306521515831545</id><published>2010-02-17T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:22:31.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saw this on the internet</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh~! It's the HOMICIDAL TREE!! *Runs*&lt;br /&gt;Mommy the tree tried to  kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom : So? You worthless child go away and do something  about it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes mother...*Sniff* *Grabs an axe and hacks the tree for﻿  firewood*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh god, finally making yourself useful by bringing  firewood. *Snatch*&lt;br /&gt;*Lights the wood*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Good, nice and wa-  *House explodes*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You worthless child!! Didn't you know hacking  apart a HOMICIDAL TREE MAKES HOMICIDAL FIREWOOD THEN A HOMICIDAL  FIRE?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-322306521515831545?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/322306521515831545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=322306521515831545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/322306521515831545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/322306521515831545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Why is it so easy to be sad, when being happy becomes something of a luxury these days. Why is it so hard to put a smile on people's faces for long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost track with god. I wanna reclaim back my kingdom. I have the time now... All I need is the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I met a lot of people in driving. Just yesterday, my primary school friend was in car 14. My secondary school friend was in car 12. And I was in car 13.&lt;br /&gt;Like, who drives car 13 on a friday? ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met my JC friend who happened to see me walking out of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about meeting alot of people in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was suppose to be my school's JAM and HOP. Which could be describe as the most fun days every year, maybe save for the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;And it brings back some memories of school. Yeah, I hated every bit of it. Down to the last koi in the fish pond.&lt;br /&gt;shant discriminate any further cause they hold my A lvl results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, 1 year has passed. And I still remember the last Jam and Hop we had. How the last song was the couple dance and stuff. How we had a mass BBQ at the court yard. How I bought potatoe chips specially for my CTG.&lt;br /&gt;And How I met new people like Andri, Bruce and Lea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the phrase? Don't think about the past? No matter how bitter or tough the past was, I find myself thinking about it. I hated school. But I love the friends I have there. I miss screwing around with Viknesh now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are like an endless slumber where one bleeds to death from boredom. NS looms closer, and I'm still at square one, trying to find something to satisfy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Life, I hate hypocrisy. Maybe it's because that's what I do sometimes. I pretend to be nice. I pretend to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate people who pretend to be happy and oh so happy after a break up. Bunch of hypocritical liars, who only serve to deceive themselves. But deep down inside, they become a dry husk from which they an empty void exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6189468555697015837?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6189468555697015837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6189468555697015837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6189468555697015837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6189468555697015837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/02/jam-and-hop-that-never-happened.html' title='The Jam and Hop that never happened.'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-341430577961141750</id><published>2010-02-01T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:41:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why</title><content type='html'>My life's monotonous. Like an endless melody playing the same tune.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I seen such a stark contrast between December and January.&lt;br /&gt;One month, I was the happiest, the other, the moodiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all enlisting soon. I'm the last one, which may or may not be very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;My whole January is wasted on shopping, pool, movies, Dota.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel conducive at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-341430577961141750?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/341430577961141750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=341430577961141750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/341430577961141750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/341430577961141750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8689792519916570992</id><published>2010-01-22T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:51:07.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek at my own life</title><content type='html'>Stalkers and Followers are two totally different things.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the former does not exist on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I label stalkers as mundane individuals, simply contented at peeking at other people's lives, with the aim of comparing lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;If you think your life is better than others, than so be it. Don't come peeking at mine and then snort in contempt just because mine doesn't seem as exciting as yours.&lt;br /&gt;Popularity is short lived, and what counts is what you think of your life. Not what others think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all the remarkable people I have ever met have never been popular. And all the popular people I hang around have never impressed me by doing anything extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to come under public scrutiny, much less the not so respected stalker.&lt;br /&gt;But i do want this blog to be a story.&lt;br /&gt;How I thought 4 years ago, and how i have changed, possibly for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8689792519916570992?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8689792519916570992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8689792519916570992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8689792519916570992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8689792519916570992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/peek-at-my-own-life.html' title='A peek at my own life'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2733985079068064929</id><published>2010-01-21T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:12:52.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>I want to help the survivors at Haiti. I kinda feel that here I am, a perfectly free and able teen, wasting his life through boredom, and drowning myself in the midst of my freedom, where miles away, people are crying for help.&lt;br /&gt;People give the most common excuse. I'm too busy to help. An excuse I do not have the luxury to utter&lt;br /&gt;I want to help.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to fly out there and help the relief efforts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get there, not do I know what I can do in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that they need every help they can get.&lt;br /&gt;It's a long shot, but I want to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2733985079068064929?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2733985079068064929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2733985079068064929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2733985079068064929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2733985079068064929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-help-survivors-at-haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5892404298152732663</id><published>2010-01-20T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:05:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit down memory lane</title><content type='html'>Went out with ex mindchamp classmates yesterday. Ben just finished his A's and John tay, his O's.&lt;br /&gt;So we caught daybreakers, which doesn't really appeal to me. I think it was okay. Not great, and definitely not worth the 6 bucks spent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of gore. The last part is quite retarded. It's as if the Director doesn't know how to end.&lt;br /&gt;So it's vampire eat humans, and convert back to humans. More vampires eat the converted humans, and they become humans. Then one vampire shoots all remaining humans, and I think they could have at least come up with a better story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we played pool. I played with the guy who taught me all about pool. And I still lost. Haha, keep losing to Ben, but keep winning John. So wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played at settlers. Which, I personally think it was a refreshing change.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening wrapping up at starbucks and talking about what guys like to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty refreshing crowd to be with. I miss old times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5892404298152732663?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5892404298152732663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5892404298152732663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5892404298152732663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5892404298152732663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-down-memory-lane.html' title='A visit down memory lane'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2411795883366670604</id><published>2010-01-20T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:59:12.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawning Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs202.snc3/20960_102439743118895_100000586104379_68598_8382757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs222.snc3/20960_102439709785565_100000586104379_68589_5009118_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs222.snc3/20960_102439703118899_100000586104379_68588_3733455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 453px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs222.snc3/20960_102439703118899_100000586104379_68588_3733455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2411795883366670604?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2411795883366670604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2411795883366670604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2411795883366670604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2411795883366670604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/prawning-photos.html' title='Prawning Photos'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5519763765470345270</id><published>2010-01-18T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:46:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life please don't get boring...</title><content type='html'>On the bus today, I realise that I could be so much more. I mean there are people younger than me, already doing great things.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 18, what have I done? Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, David Archuleta join American Idol when he was 17. Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez...&lt;br /&gt;They do stuff that you wouldn't believe a 17 year old would achieve. Sometimes I wish I was born in 92. Most of my friends are a year younger, and that goes for my idols too.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel I'm 1 year too old for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm looking for something that would be worth my life living for. Not the other way round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5519763765470345270?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5519763765470345270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5519763765470345270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5519763765470345270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5519763765470345270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-please-dont-get-boring.html' title='Life please don&apos;t get boring...'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-6007540827034577993</id><published>2010-01-13T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:31:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One</title><content type='html'>I personally think that Borders is way cooler than the library. Period.&lt;br /&gt;The books there are way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;And I picked up the old habit of reading again.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Orchard again with Shou heng and Ying Jian, based on the general consensus that we're all rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;So we spent like over an hour reading.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this song. We sang this song inthe church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_oYvvGrVL-w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_oYvvGrVL-w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4231675591943994157-6007540827034577993?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6007540827034577993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6007540827034577993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6007540827034577993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6007540827034577993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-one.html' title='Only One'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4896440969491620451</id><published>2010-01-12T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:48:06.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable tears</title><content type='html'>Father why am I crying...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;I just got my new PC today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm crying deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan't to wake up the same person.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, why do I cry when I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no reason to be sad..&lt;br /&gt;But why....&lt;br /&gt;Why do my tears fall?&lt;br /&gt;Why do my heart feel empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel told me that he doesn't want to be a christian anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Because of what My parents have become...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I despise their behavior at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's at fault...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's to blame....&lt;br /&gt;Screw this...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an i touch...&lt;br /&gt;a new phone....&lt;br /&gt;paid driving license....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything from them...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some kid you just spend and splurge money on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person you order around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying father...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this life anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4896440969491620451?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4896440969491620451/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-4231675591943994157.post-8706208840567844704</id><published>2010-01-12T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:04:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at a stand still</title><content type='html'>My life suddenly stood still.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the faint whisper&lt;br /&gt;As if there was nothing left to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the bleakness I feared at january&lt;br /&gt;Where schools started, and everybody is doing their thing.&lt;br /&gt;It could be said that I love december and detest January the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's left.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that could be celebrated has been celebrated&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is in Arizona&lt;br /&gt;My church friends have school&lt;br /&gt;My own friends are slowly enlisting to NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a race. Everyday in December was all about going out with friends after friends after friends.&lt;br /&gt;I kept track. I was only home on 2 days, out of the whole december period.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the fun's over.&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I got a new i touch.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I got a new bad ass PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, the only reason why I'm so unsatisfied, is because I never walked with you.&lt;br /&gt;Since december, my walk was stale.&lt;br /&gt;heck, eve since my church camp, my spiritual life fell into neglect.&lt;br /&gt;I want to relive the walk father. What happened to everything more than a year ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8706208840567844704?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8706208840567844704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8706208840567844704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8706208840567844704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8706208840567844704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-at-stand-still.html' title='Life at a stand still'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3420445177827671254</id><published>2010-01-11T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:52:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC</title><content type='html'>The new PC has arrive, &lt;div&gt;It's like everything I imagined it to be. Except for one thing. There's no sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dota will have no sound. I traded speed for sound. Smart huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3420445177827671254?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3420445177827671254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3420445177827671254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3420445177827671254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3420445177827671254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/pc.html' title='PC'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4741045025115127683</id><published>2010-01-07T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:16:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder how life would be....</title><content type='html'>What would happen if I suddenly shut myself away from this real world, and go underground?&lt;br /&gt;What would everyone think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, the real question is...&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone bother to think of me, once I leave society?&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop is coming tmr, and already, my old computer is complaining. It hates it. It is like it knows. It wouldn't start up today (until I keep jabbing the power button)&lt;br /&gt;then it would crash in game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with you old buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really jealous of other people that gets to go out.&lt;br /&gt;I really cant stand being alone at home. I need to talk to people. But I really have too much time, and all my friends are either schooling or heading to NS.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was with my friends today, and it dawned upon me that come a couple of weeks, they will be gone. No more happy laughter. No more group outings.&lt;br /&gt;And It's not like I'm regreting or anything. I've been going out so often, I'm hardly home in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;My money is running low, no one wants a job cause everyone's goin to army, and I don't dare ask out my friends to hang out cause they might have school homework or stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to retreat back home and start writing songs on the guitar again.&lt;br /&gt;And start writing more scripts for the upcoming project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my church friends told me last week,&lt;br /&gt;So what if we are popular&lt;br /&gt;So what if we get to do all the cool and fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we may have fun and laughter on the outside&lt;br /&gt;But are you truely happy on the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone loves to potray their extravagent life.&lt;br /&gt;To show how much they are loved.&lt;br /&gt;But how many actually question&lt;br /&gt;Are they satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit back and think of this question. Perhaps I'll spend the night alone in the garden, wondering why Jesus puts this thirst in us&lt;br /&gt;To go looking for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my brand new, dell flagship project desktop is coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And my 32 GB 3rd generation I touch is coming the day after&lt;br /&gt;All dad's presents.&lt;br /&gt;But Am I satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Earthly gifts don't make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a night in the garden will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4741045025115127683?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4741045025115127683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4741045025115127683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4741045025115127683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4741045025115127683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wonder-how-life-would-be.html' title='I wonder how life would be....'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3685164686250590160</id><published>2010-01-05T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:13:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild wild wet</title><content type='html'>I realise I have this bad habit of blogging late. Yesterday the boys went to wild wild wet. No photos cause we might accidentally snap some hot bikini girls. I mean seriously, give a bunch of guys a camera at wild wild wet?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I was late. But not the latest. Gao fu came like 10 mins later, and wilson, another what... 15 minutes later?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, we cab there. Not a really smart thing cause it cost us like 3 bucks each. The place didn't change much. Oh, since we went there on the first day of school, it was pretty much empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good for us cause we got almost everything to ourselves. Last time i went there, I had to queue like 20 minutes? Just to slide down. Like wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of stuff happen, shant blog. More like don't want to blog aboiut it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to watch treasure hunters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which gets me angry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Cool celebs acting. But the plot sucks. The acting is crappy. There is no substance, and basically people come to see their own idol act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll grade it as movies I really regret paying money to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weixiang even fell asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today I went to NUH to clear my medical history. Okay, like a couple of months ago, I was suspected of having mafans. Now I'm pretty much cleared, waitin my confirmation in 1 weeks time. Then i can go back to CNPB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I joined the guys back at Orchard road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around, did a little bit of shopping. Attempted to watch a movie, twice. As in walk all the way to orchard cineplex, look at the movies being screened, and then walked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took a train and bounced all the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn. Dunno why I'm so tired. Alright, I'm signing off here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3685164686250590160?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3685164686250590160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3685164686250590160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3685164686250590160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3685164686250590160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/wild-wild-wet.html' title='Wild wild wet'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3859519000512705777</id><published>2010-01-04T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:46:08.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744862425_599732425_3341637_2488686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744862425_599732425_3341637_2488686_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744852425_599732425_3341636_8253708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744852425_599732425_3341636_8253708_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the skating ring at bishan park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744877425_599732425_3341639_1975481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744877425_599732425_3341639_1975481_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, yes, the forfeit. Leroy, Cheryl, Kaylin and I had to do a forfeit for losing. So the boys had to carry the girls, and race to the other side of the ring. Winner decides what happens to the loser.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy and I drew lots, and I drew kaylin. Which is a plus cause kaylin weighs much less than cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744887425_599732425_3341640_6592351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 316px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744887425_599732425_3341640_6592351_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u guess who won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744927425_599732425_3341643_6444362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744927425_599732425_3341643_6444362_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744942425_599732425_3341645_8337513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 312px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744942425_599732425_3341645_8337513_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did. Leroy and Cheryl had to wobble from one side of the fence, to the other end. Bye Bye to leroy's manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744937425_599732425_3341644_7458180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744937425_599732425_3341644_7458180_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting the forfeit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744947425_599732425_3341646_738416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232744947425_599732425_3341646_738416_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Now here's photos from countdown at padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744982425_599732425_3341649_2220746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232744982425_599732425_3341649_2220746_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really stressful. The lightning was so bad, I couldn't see the cards properly. Claire was winning. With 1 card left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745357425_599732425_3341686_1967845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745357425_599732425_3341686_1967845_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745252425_599732425_3341675_6593796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745252425_599732425_3341675_6593796_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745272425_599732425_3341678_2469855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745272425_599732425_3341678_2469855_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745247425_599732425_3341674_8176806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745247425_599732425_3341674_8176806_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745117425_599732425_3341660_2170501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745117425_599732425_3341660_2170501_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745237425_599732425_3341673_7499356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745237425_599732425_3341673_7499356_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745222425_599732425_3341672_4897236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745222425_599732425_3341672_4897236_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745137425_599732425_3341663_4511979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745137425_599732425_3341663_4511979_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745037425_599732425_3341653_2641921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745037425_599732425_3341653_2641921_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745072425_599732425_3341656_3698762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs239.snc3/22656_232745072425_599732425_3341656_3698762_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745027425_599732425_3341652_4629637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745027425_599732425_3341652_4629637_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745007425_599732425_3341651_847461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs219.snc3/22656_232745007425_599732425_3341651_847461_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3859519000512705777?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3859519000512705777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3859519000512705777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3859519000512705777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3859519000512705777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories-of-december.html' title='Memories of December'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1365540804932662768</id><published>2010-01-03T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:05:20.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The butterfly</title><content type='html'>One year ago, I sat on the swing and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those prayers a normal teenager would make. A better social life, academic results.&lt;br /&gt;But I did make 1 more request.&lt;br /&gt;Troubled, tired and frustrated of praying with no sense of happening, I prayed that I would see a butterfly if God's listening.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long it took, but I did see one in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the same kind of butterfly just a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're listening again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the first blog post for 2010. I hated 2009. It was tough, painful, and maybe dark.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I got warded into hospital, the year where I lost so many friends, and the year where my nightmare crept up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my birthday in the library. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But then the month after the A's were just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;No more homework, no more school. No more work, deadlines, annoying teachers, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just&lt;br /&gt;Grad night,&lt;br /&gt;Pool,&lt;br /&gt;Lan,&lt;br /&gt;Movies,&lt;br /&gt;Class Chalet,&lt;br /&gt;more pool,&lt;br /&gt;swimming,&lt;br /&gt;filming (for 3 days straight)&lt;br /&gt;catching up with old primary school friends,&lt;br /&gt;Church camp (leader for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;awesome christmas celebration,&lt;br /&gt;sleepovers, both at my JC and secondary school friend's house,&lt;br /&gt;and then count down at padang.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention getting ODST and Assassin's creed 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait a minute John, you never mentioned anything about countdown, or your new year's resolution, or anything after christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday was pretty horrible. I stayed home to paint the backyard for cash.&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave me a lousy 10 bucks for my 2 hours plus work.&lt;br /&gt;A LOUSY 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get my jacket though. Still, working for her is like child labour. Feel like I was in a sweat shop.&lt;br /&gt;Then on New Year's eve, went out with Wavyn, Dion, Amanda, Uli and Nigel for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into school mates at NTUC at city hall, turns out they were heading for the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;Played stress with Claire (which totally sucks cause we played in the dark) ~ really stressful, then watched the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then came the random slapping game which Nigel was first introduced one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;So retarded, everyone kept attacking kaylin.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was too late for a public transport, so Kenneth and I ended up sleeping over at Leroy's house.&lt;br /&gt;While the guys were doing their sleepover at Leroy's the girls were sleeping over at Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my first meal of 2010 was at macdonalds with Kenneth and Leroy's family. retarded way to celebrate new year, yeah. But we were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;We reached leroy's house at around 3 am, then played halo ODST and talked until early morning.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everyone slept at like 6.30 am? Bernice and the girls wanted to wake up at 10, then come over to Leroy's house and jumped on us in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;But kenneth was half naked, and the girls woked up later than us.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, really bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for food, headed to Leroy's house, and then helped leroy cooked lunch for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one must blog.&lt;br /&gt;Since Kenneth and the girls were in the living room, they had no idea what happened in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;We screwed up the first egg.&lt;br /&gt;It was just leroy doing an ommelete. and me watching. Cracked the egg wrongly, Leroy spammed the spices, and a little slight on the mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;We gave that one to mandy. Sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were okay.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we had too much ingredient, so we just threw everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs, beef, random spices and mushrooms went in.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE DID, BUT IT TURNED OUT PRETTY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;IT LOOKED LIKE A PEPPERONI PIZZA, EXCEPT THE BASE WAS EGG.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, then we watched click. Awesome movie. Love adam sandlers. Great actor. Love what he did at Bedtime stories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after Leroy's stayover, my parents fetched me at dinner time to attend uncle Young's BBQ from church.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first their house. WOW. Their food. EVEN WOWER.&lt;br /&gt;They take home cooking to a totally different level.&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 hours of non stop eating. And believe me, that was a mouthfull.&lt;br /&gt;Joel keep saying that John needed more food.&lt;br /&gt;And since there were two John Ng's we BOTH got the food.&lt;br /&gt;I must have eaten like 8 chicken wings. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yay to 2010&lt;br /&gt;my new year's resolution is to do something new and totally more intimate with GOD. Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1365540804932662768?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1365540804932662768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1365540804932662768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1365540804932662768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1365540804932662768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterfly.html' title='The butterfly'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-606641346257936247</id><published>2009-12-30T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:32:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating and more</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't touched this blog for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first up, I brought Uli, Nigel, and this time Kaylin to church, following up Christmas Day. They had the free kampong lunch downstairs, but since kaylin doesn't take chicken, we ate at the new city square mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the shopping. We went to mustafa, which basically sells everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;they even sell O lvl guide books for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;So while the girls were shopping for accessories, Nigel and I were looking at movies on display.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kaylin called me to come over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Yes? Do you girls require my professional assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylin: Help me get that thing at the top shelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went to town to shop somemore. I got my red converse shoes, Like finally, and then got my bag sprayed by ULI's perfume. And I don't mean that it's bad. I love the way it smells now.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday night, played dota with Brian, Leroy, Weixiang, Shou Heng and Michael&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Shou Heng and Leroy kept fighting, and lemme tell you. When your secondary school friends fight with your JC friends, it's really awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Like getting caught in the middle of the fire fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... anyway, tuesday, I went out with Shou Heng, Wei Xiang, Desmond and Ying Jian to watch avatar.&lt;br /&gt;It's just awesome. I may be a fantasy fan, but nothing got my blood this excited since star dust.&lt;br /&gt;Then at 6.22 I rushed out of the cinema before the movie ended.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I was suppose to meet Christon and his cell group for ice skating at kallang.&lt;br /&gt;By some random miracle, I reach kallang at 6.40&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Skating is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time, but I find the idea of trying to skate, falling down, laughing about it, and then trying again very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I basically suck, cause kenneth and Leroy look so comfortable with the ice, and I basically wobbled around. Leroy, Cheryl and Bernice had to help me with the basics, but I still suck. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: LEROY! AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy: JOHN DON'T FALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Keepyour weight forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Like this? Wooops, AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-606641346257936247?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/606641346257936247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=606641346257936247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/606641346257936247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/606641346257936247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-skating-and-more.html' title='Ice Skating and more'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8590895623372019292</id><published>2009-12-26T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:43:09.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think the end of the year is just awesome</title><content type='html'>Okay, the photos uploaded below were taken on christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;On christmas, I brought Uli and Nigel to my church. The skit is just damn amazing. Personally, I applaud the cast.&lt;br /&gt;I remember helping out with the skit just a day before my last A lvl paper. They really have improved so much since then.&lt;br /&gt;My applause goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;Even Uli and Nigel said it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my church thing was from 4 pm to like 3am (we were going to have a movie marathon)&lt;br /&gt;But then Bernice had a different idea, to celebrate christmas where NOBODY WOULD GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So After the first game, around like 9? Uli, Nigel and I took the train all the way to bishan park to meet Mandy, big Brian, Kaylin, Zhengmin and Joel and Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas , Leroy and Bernice came a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we spent christmas. Walking around bishan park, pretending that the street lamps were christmas lights, and then playing retarded games with even more retarded forfeits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel and Uli had to do half squats while singing their national anthem. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we took one of the last train home. I was so exhausted. But in the end, the fellowship was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Christmas is fun, and I personally think, one of the most awesome times of the year. There's presents, fun and games, fellowship, songs, worship and most of all, the day Jesus was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8590895623372019292?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8590895623372019292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8590895623372019292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8590895623372019292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8590895623372019292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-end-of-year-is-just-awesome.html' title='I think the end of the year is just awesome'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-428029737225155000</id><published>2009-12-26T01:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:50:51.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT7cRdEr2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/sF6MFWVigcQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5uRKc2UI/AAAAAAAAA2s/MWW2HQpub1M/s400/Christmas+Photos+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230824910084418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5t2c8tDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2Tz8Mh7H1-Y/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5t2c8tDI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2Tz8Mh7H1-Y/s400/Christmas+Photos+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230817739912242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5triBw8I/AAAAAAAAA2c/eSYGJyAwHZM/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5triBw8I/AAAAAAAAA2c/eSYGJyAwHZM/s400/Christmas+Photos+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230814808425410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5teeCRyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2Lq5NpTIFsU/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5teeCRyI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2Lq5NpTIFsU/s400/Christmas+Photos+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230811302020898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5s1MMgzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/p4eeR3B5N-I/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5s1MMgzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/p4eeR3B5N-I/s400/Christmas+Photos+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230800221340466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5hVK07bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/gVw8wBcXz2M/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5hVK07bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/gVw8wBcXz2M/s400/Christmas+Photos+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230602647104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5hKxtgZI/AAAAAAAAA18/DOrLw3XpkJo/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5gQRpVKI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rH4nkMIz7HQ/s400/Christmas+Photos+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230584153658530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5gI4doKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HmdGHhYaihA/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5gI4doKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HmdGHhYaihA/s400/Christmas+Photos+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230582168985762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5QKS4kRI/AAAAAAAAA1c/2APUoVTHqyI/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5QKS4kRI/AAAAAAAAA1c/2APUoVTHqyI/s400/Christmas+Photos+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230307670331666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5P65vm0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/_c-OK8CXh10/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5P65vm0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/_c-OK8CXh10/s400/Christmas+Photos+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230303538355010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5Psp3IFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iV_kjMr45CY/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT5PFUzrwI/AAAAAAAAA08/fwgUTvl9FoA/s400/Christmas+Photos+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419230289156353794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4zTlSBTI/AAAAAAAAA00/j82c3MYtxYU/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4zTlSBTI/AAAAAAAAA00/j82c3MYtxYU/s400/Christmas+Photos+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229811947210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4yz2vGbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/htCNesJwX_w/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4yz2vGbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/htCNesJwX_w/s400/Christmas+Photos+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229803430484402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4ydC4JdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/j-HRVCklIg0/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4ydC4JdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/j-HRVCklIg0/s400/Christmas+Photos+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229797307393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4x3j9w6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/z7UOAmlTA6E/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4TZF7fhI/AAAAAAAAAz8/giWkQieHwvY/s400/Christmas+Photos+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229263670509074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4TOVwErI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-6n7gYaECaE/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4TOVwErI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-6n7gYaECaE/s400/Christmas+Photos+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229260784079538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4SvU_77I/AAAAAAAAAzs/WRajJJubNoA/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT4SvU_77I/AAAAAAAAAzs/WRajJJubNoA/s400/Christmas+Photos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419229252459425714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-428029737225155000?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/428029737225155000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=428029737225155000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/428029737225155000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/428029737225155000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas spirit'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SzT7cRdEr2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/sF6MFWVigcQ/s72-c/Christmas+Photos+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-679166753826989199</id><published>2009-12-20T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:06:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week ahead</title><content type='html'>I love december!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas always makes me happy. There's fun, joy and laughter for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my bro's econs book. It makes sense that most games and movies sell better during the year end. Which comes to as no suprise why Halo 3 odst and Avatar comes around this time. I'm just so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, church camp at batam tmr.  Which means I gotta work on team cheers, and whats more skit on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll come back on the 23rd, in time to celebrate Joel's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Then on christmas eve, there's filming at 6 am in the morning, followed by christmas celebration at Leroy's church.&lt;br /&gt;Then to conclude, on the 25th, there's christmas dinner at my church, and a "movie marathon" till 3 am at the church.&lt;br /&gt;This is just so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited~! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;I heart december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on a side note, I wanna blog about this good deed done last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;5, along with the other films was screened at Ngee Ann poly, and I was late. Naturally, a cab was the best option.&lt;br /&gt;Thing was, I only had 14 bucks with me, and I took the cab during peak hour.&lt;br /&gt;But the cab driver was nice.&lt;br /&gt;We kept talking throughout the journey.&lt;br /&gt;The fare came to like 16 dollars plus. So I was kinda stumped. So I just told him, I could give him all I have, but it wont be enough.&lt;br /&gt;It would probably amount to only 14 dollars, give or take.&lt;br /&gt;But he was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me back my 2 dollars, smiling,  after asking me if I had enough to buy a drink or something.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I kinda paid him 12 bucks for a 16 plus ride.&lt;br /&gt;Wish there were more nice guys like him. And i don't really take a cab often. What are the chances of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-679166753826989199?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/679166753826989199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=679166753826989199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/679166753826989199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/679166753826989199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-ahead.html' title='Week ahead'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-7128155138383140036</id><published>2009-12-19T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:30:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games review</title><content type='html'>I swaped my odst with Leroy's assassin creed2. So far, Assassin creed 2, Left for dead 2, and Halo 3 odst made it to the "ten games you must get for christmas"&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing modern warfare. Hopefully I can get it by christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, I'm going to batam with the church. I'm leader for the first time in the camp, so hopefully everything goes fine.&lt;br /&gt;So nervous. First time in batam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-7128155138383140036?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/7128155138383140036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=7128155138383140036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7128155138383140036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7128155138383140036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/games-review.html' title='Games review'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1404988101146926115</id><published>2009-12-18T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:06:48.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Ngee Ann to see our footage. Really, I've come to the conclusion that I really need to spend like hours in front of the mirror acting. It doesn't come naturally to me, unlike others.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me being pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there were like 9 other movies to be screened. Ours came last. OMG, the others were so good. I simply cant put my finger where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, The movie I was working on, 5 got nominated for everything, but won none. Most of the prizes were won by square 1, but no suprise there. I really enjoyed their short filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, got asked by another group to act for them after the whole screening.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, shall not betray bernice, cheryl and her crew. I really enjoyed acting for them. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, another awesome week. I traded my Halo 3 ODST with Leroy's Assassin Creed 2. While mine packs replay value, his takes the cake for the story line. Sometimes, I really do eel like I've been scammed 65 bucks. sucks. yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to allocate like 10 minutes everyday, sitting in front of a mirror, trying to act. Gee, that's exactly what I did when I was trying to climatise in America.&lt;br /&gt;=P Hope I'll be way better when I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1404988101146926115?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1404988101146926115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1404988101146926115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1404988101146926115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1404988101146926115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4809208764590768516</id><published>2009-12-16T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:19:11.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Off all the sleepovers I ever had, sleeping over at Leroy's was by far the best. Okay, sounds wrong. It's just plain pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, Desmond, Shou Heng, Gao Fu and I caught storm warriors.&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea. The movie really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed over to Leroy's to sleepover. I brought my ODST along.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Leroy showed me Assassin creed 2 and it was awesome. The texture was amazing, and the story line was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, played a couple of x box games till like 3 plus in the morning, then recalled the guitar until like 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year, I composed a song to God. I wrote it through inspiration, but somehow, it got lost.&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought it did.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy had the complete version on his laptop, and I think it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really beautiful knowing that you wrote a song for god in the past. Brought back old memories where I really wanted to learn guitar so that I can worship god through my praises.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to pick it up again, but first comes the  guitar selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the both of us sat downstairs and talked till like 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of David. Okay, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had my Basic theory driving test today. I thikn the fact that I passed was a miracle? I hardly had any sleep cause of the sleep over (okay, it's ironic) and I only started studying on the bus to Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, I passed the test, without even taking any prior triall test like most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then went job hunting with WX, GF, Has and Wilson. Sorry, lazy type. Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4809208764590768516?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4809208764590768516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4809208764590768516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4809208764590768516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4809208764590768516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1532227428032076024</id><published>2009-12-14T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:28:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aussiegamer.com.au/catalog/images/boxshots/lrg_A1X3HALO3R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.aussiegamer.com.au/catalog/images/boxshots/lrg_A1X3HALO3R.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay people. I just got this game. They wont kidding when they said that the campaign was really short.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I didn't like the whole "alone at night" layout.&lt;br /&gt;Feels scary.&lt;br /&gt;But refreshing, none the less. Definitely a memorable gaming experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was Miss Ku's BBQ at simei yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, highlight.... Viknesh and I locked Daryl inside the suana room. But Daryl managed to squeeze out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Shou Heng did strip, but not at the party as promised. He stripped in the toilet. Nonetheless, got a couple of scandalous photos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day where I spent most of my time at home, sitting listlessly in front of the computer. I fell sick. Had this dreadfull cold that lasted till evening.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1532227428032076024?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1532227428032076024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1532227428032076024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1532227428032076024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1532227428032076024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4771155976056548006</id><published>2009-12-14T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:54:39.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyXTEVslFmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/s-AxLg6hzZs/s1600-h/filming+with+ee+thai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyXTEVslFmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/s-AxLg6hzZs/s400/filming+with+ee+thai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414966198479951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filming at macritchie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4771155976056548006?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4771155976056548006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4771155976056548006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4771155976056548006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4771155976056548006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/filming_14.html' title='Filming'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyXTEVslFmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/s-AxLg6hzZs/s72-c/filming+with+ee+thai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-761157249371429446</id><published>2009-12-13T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:09:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos for filming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyPp0dwM1-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/UBJ6OVtnCwI/s1600-h/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyPp0dwM1-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/UBJ6OVtnCwI/s200/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414428264578734050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyO_h6lpOaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/j0l_4QDpAYg/s1600-h/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyO_h6lpOaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/j0l_4QDpAYg/s200/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381766413203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyO_huRnDYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/oMRLpd_SbuM/s1600-h/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyO_huRnDYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/oMRLpd_SbuM/s200/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381763107949954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that red tie. That's my school tie, but it's really small, so people cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm suppose to be the president of council.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little heads up. Here's me, the jerk of a boy friend. I get sarah pregnent, and tries to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;So here's sarah, played by uli, who seems totally unwilling to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the right, again, I stress, a JERK, tries to persuade her to meet me tmr at 9. Oh btw, ULI's acting is superb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-761157249371429446?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/761157249371429446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=761157249371429446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/761157249371429446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/761157249371429446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos-for-filming.html' title='Photos for filming'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/SyPp0dwM1-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/UBJ6OVtnCwI/s72-c/Filming+at+Ngee+Ann+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-5994883337888376173</id><published>2009-12-12T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:58:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Week, and Day 3!</title><content type='html'>Okay! Day 3 and this brings filming to a close&lt;br /&gt;I met a couple of my secondary school friends today for filming&lt;br /&gt;There was Gregory (miss him), Ee Thai and Johannes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one of gregory's JC friend was my primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to macrichie (is that how it's spelt?) to film, cause we need a jungle scene.&lt;br /&gt;Johannes broke Ee Thai's infamous M16 plastic rifle within the first hour, and we spent the next half and hour figuring what to do.&lt;br /&gt;After playing with camera angle, and a little improvision, we got the soldier scene done.&lt;br /&gt;Then came my running scene.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to run 20 km, just to ask my friend if he wanna watch the sunset with me.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend was suppose to ask his grandfather for permission.&lt;br /&gt;Which so happened to be gregory.&lt;br /&gt;We did the final filming at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Zhong: Ah Gong! Can I go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory (damn loudly) : BUI SAI AH!&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run 20 km, only to get turned down.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall not reveal the script any further, cause it's a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this week's been epic so far. Here's my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday ~ Class Chalet&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday ~ Class Chalet plus BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday ~ Class Chalet (played dota with old church friends till 4am)&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday ~ My only free day, and I had to wake up at 6.15 pm. Loser?&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday ~ Filming outside bernice house&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday ~ Filming at Ngee Ann Poly Alumi Clubhouse and then visited the old jurong church&lt;br /&gt;Today ~ Filming at Maritchie / Ang Mo Kio / My house&lt;br /&gt;Tmr ~ Miss Ku's BBQ, and Shou Heng has to strip cause I won the strip bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5994883337888376173?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5994883337888376173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5994883337888376173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5994883337888376173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5994883337888376173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/epic-week-and-day-3.html' title='Epic Week, and Day 3!'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8319288293866605121</id><published>2009-12-11T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:15:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon filming</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is day 2 of my 3 days of filming.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it was better than my other experiences&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's an unfair comparison, cause yesterday's filming was outdoors, right next to republic poly&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to ngee ann, but the anal store guy gave the crew faulty camera's and tripod stands.&lt;br /&gt;So we kinda lingered around for 2 hours? But the actors and actress played murderer while waiting, so it was all cool.&lt;br /&gt;The lines today were less cheesy, I just gotta convince Sarah (uli) to meet me at the usual place, 9AM tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get the hang of acting, cause I did all the stupid mistakes yesterday. Today was by far, a better performance on my part.&lt;br /&gt;(yesterday we did 12 takes for one scene)&lt;br /&gt;Then Bernice, Cheryl and I cab down to church, passing through the drive through mac's on our way out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We thought that dinner will be over by the time we arrive.&lt;br /&gt;It was otherwised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from that, it's my first time I'm stepping back into the old jurong church in like 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the good old times where we used to share stuff. Christon's cell has expanded to include 2 new members, Elaine and Cheryl, while I left.&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, today was a good "reunion" kinda meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filming's still on tmr, but for ee thai's side.&lt;br /&gt;whoopie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8319288293866605121?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8319288293866605121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8319288293866605121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8319288293866605121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8319288293866605121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/marathon-filming.html' title='Marathon filming'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2254889643493558539</id><published>2009-12-11T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:01:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming</title><content type='html'>Okay, I gotta blog about today's filming.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the first time filming, and I recognize the slate, the boom mke, and even the take recordings from previous films.&lt;br /&gt;But oh man, I forgot how tiring filming can be, but oh well. Had fun.&lt;br /&gt;I play Tyler, who does something to this girl sarah (played by Uli)&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day we eloped, and my lines sound really cheesy. Okay, maybe after reading it a couple of times, it sounded okay.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cant help laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put the script up, cause it's copy right.&lt;br /&gt;But one of my lines had the phrase, "a path that will lead to enlightenment"&lt;br /&gt;So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, haven't seen Bernice, Claire, Dion and Uli in ages. It's been what.... 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss those guys.&lt;br /&gt;Uli, Dion and I were doing the Lady Gaga Bad romance in the middle of the park flanking Republic Poly&lt;br /&gt;And then Dion and Claire decided to collect centipedes in the ribena bottles.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cheryl's pretty cool too. Got a different initial impression from other people, but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's the ticket part, that was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;They had close imitation tickets, that I thought were really cool. Then I was suppose to pull them back, away from uli's hand.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up pulling only mine.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I won't post all the fun stuff (in case there's some scary stalker around).&lt;br /&gt;Filming will resume, but at Ngee Ann poly tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Ee thai, I'll promise I'll dedicate all my time to ours after tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2254889643493558539?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2254889643493558539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2254889643493558539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2254889643493558539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2254889643493558539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/filming.html' title='Filming'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5724307587917381197</id><published>2009-12-09T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:39:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For better or for worse?</title><content type='html'>Okay, highlight for yesterday. I won a strip fight&lt;br /&gt;Shou Heng and I had a 1 on 1 yesterday. Loser has to strip at miss ku's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first match, the both of us random. I won, but shou heng pointed out that it was unfair cause we didn't get to choose.&lt;br /&gt;But I still won the next three matches we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But personally, I think I was just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shou Heng will have to strip (both shirt and pants) this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the early morning playing dota with Kaylin and Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;OKay, I don't know how, but I've played till around 4 am?&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;and woke up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the kitchen and asked my mum for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum, can I have breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What? Now's not breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (still sleepy) oh, then can I have lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: We had lunch 5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! *looks at the time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5724307587917381197?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5724307587917381197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5724307587917381197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5724307587917381197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5724307587917381197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For better or for worse?'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-996727655410009618</id><published>2009-12-08T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:18:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Some random photos uploaded below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class chalet commenced last sunday, and boy was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a track record for getting injured / sick in chalets&lt;br /&gt;This one was no different&lt;br /&gt;We came in the afternoon, hired bicycles for the night, and spent the better wee hours of the morning cycling around.&lt;br /&gt;About 12 of us cycled under the cover of darkness to changi village for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys decided to pay a visit to the old changi hospital, which I personally think it was not that freaky.&lt;br /&gt;the guys decided to split up, cause a couple didn't want to go in.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the only one with a torchlight inbuilt in my phone, I was placed in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight of us trooped silently into the desolated garden that flanked the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;After a careless inspection, we decided to enter, with my form teacher bringing up the rear.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 floors of exploring and detecting not a slightest bit of haunting, we decied to leave respectfully, while I silently concluded that the hospital was anything but haunted. I guess rumours and hear say have played up it's supernatural presence.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I found the bunch of ah gua more scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weixiang and shou heng kept asking me why I was so affected. I just think it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back, I was cycling downhill. Long story short, I was cycling full speed down the hill, the others way way behind. I missed the hidden step just metres away from the bus stop, made the mistake of braking and got thrown off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;My left leg's suffered the brunt of the damage.&lt;br /&gt;It swelled up like crazy during the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, the night was hell. Aside from being sleep deprived, my left leg refused to move in the morning. As if it was stuck in that curled position when I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;A little coaxing and my leg's mobility was restored, albeit painfully.&lt;br /&gt;(okay, why am I writing like this -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injury left a scar since the guys wanted to go swimming in the morning. But thankfully, we spent the morning playing pool. Okay, I so have to blog this. Weixiang and Shou Heng were jokers.&lt;br /&gt;I was paired with Shou Heng, while Benjamin was paired with Wei Xiang.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the worst of the four, I kept letting Shou Heng down with my off shots.&lt;br /&gt;Then Shou Heng and Wei Xiang made a bet. Loser for the game had to strip the top for the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I just sat there and watch as they two fought for dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't want to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou Heng: can la John. Just don't screw up. Let me show you my skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Xiang: cannot one la. You got John as a burden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Why do I feel not like playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We're losing leh! I don't want to strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay by some dumb luck, weixiang shot the black ball into the wrong hole and we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they had to strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shou Heng suggested that they removed their bottoms on the next match.&lt;br /&gt;You should see Ben and my faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won, though personally I think it was all thanks to Shou Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the guys decided to go for a swim, while I stayed behind to read the last chapter of harry potter. ( I finished it over the chalet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Like all typical BBQ. There was teachers, smoke, and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viknesh couldn't make it, so Hasyir, Shou Heng and I decided to video call him to tease him.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the stupid cam horing with the pictures as shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's loads more to talk about, but it's impossible to squeeze everything into this short post. so I shall end here with many happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd BBQ coming up on the same week. This is rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-996727655410009618?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/996727655410009618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=996727655410009618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/996727655410009618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/996727655410009618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4732040639995631455</id><published>2009-12-08T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:31:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some scandal in chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/Sx0tqQ8HdxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/KxNkGW8ioNs/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532531294074642" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/Sx0tpQgMa6I/AAAAAAAAAyk/7azXrmkETfk/s200/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/Sx0tpOLnu-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/bOa6MA2wDGA/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532513373928418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/Sx0tpOLnu-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/bOa6MA2wDGA/s200/Picture0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4732040639995631455?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4732040639995631455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4732040639995631455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4732040639995631455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4732040639995631455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-scandal-in-chalet.html' title='some scandal in chalet'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIoQwickC0o/Sx0tqQ8HdxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/KxNkGW8ioNs/s72-c/Picture0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-6197424998839766004</id><published>2009-12-06T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:22:16.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOYAH</title><content type='html'>post exams are fun. Where do I start. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, ping pong, pool and swimming at kang jing's seletar club.&lt;br /&gt;2012 Movie and swenson on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at orchard road, and 313&lt;br /&gt;Looking for job with Ying Jian and Shou Heng at redhill&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping at city hall&lt;br /&gt;Left for Dead 2 and Dota with class guys till midnight&lt;br /&gt;Awesome prom night yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Had wacked up fun at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tmr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6197424998839766004?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6197424998839766004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6197424998839766004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6197424998839766004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6197424998839766004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/booyah.html' title='BOOYAH'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8343446214527094256</id><published>2009-12-04T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:56:05.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfk6WlFnI/AAAAAAAACC8/yw9oeSpeiJI/s400/the_perfect_guy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQflczKa9I/AAAAAAAACDE/JPPddiJ88GE/s400/the_perfect_guy_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfl3PGzUI/AAAAAAAACDU/cC_pz5NNB5M/s400/the_perfect_guy_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfl3PGzUI/AAAAAAAACDU/cC_pz5NNB5M/s400/the_perfect_guy_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQg9FwhXQI/AAAAAAAACDk/SECQpJbDDhg/s400/the_perfect_guy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQg9FwhXQI/AAAAAAAACDk/SECQpJbDDhg/s400/the_perfect_guy_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfmNKjJ2I/AAAAAAAACDc/3cseI0d3HRs/s400/the_perfect_guy_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfmNKjJ2I/AAAAAAAACDc/3cseI0d3HRs/s400/the_perfect_guy_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8343446214527094256?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8343446214527094256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8343446214527094256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8343446214527094256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8343446214527094256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-guy.html' title='The Perfect Guy'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SvQfk6WlFnI/AAAAAAAACC8/yw9oeSpeiJI/s72-c/the_perfect_guy_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-207471306453009535</id><published>2009-12-03T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:53:03.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite songs</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs, and also one of my favorite version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not be hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;It's from the seventh day slumber.&lt;br /&gt;I remember singing this song before my o lvls because I was so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kafxrBYpbs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kafxrBYpbs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4231675591943994157-207471306453009535?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/207471306453009535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=207471306453009535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/207471306453009535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/207471306453009535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-of-my-favourite-songs.html' title='One of my favourite songs'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1211410764287936796</id><published>2009-12-03T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:49:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY past</title><content type='html'>You know what I did? I wondered how my life was like after O lvl.&lt;br /&gt;Cause of the whole "My A's just finished thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, Cats just started out,&lt;br /&gt;and everything was new.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped all my old bunch of friends, and embraced new ones.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mentioned way better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel envious of my past life. The nights I used to spend conferencing till morning.&lt;br /&gt;Only to wake up feeling happy, knowing that I've got a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A's the mood is.... well, gloomier.&lt;br /&gt;There's NS to think about&lt;br /&gt;And Cats have gone pretty much quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i spend the day with my school friends and ex classmates.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing could have compared to what god gave me on my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Really. What happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to ngee ann to film again. Then come friday is graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1211410764287936796?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1211410764287936796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1211410764287936796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1211410764287936796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1211410764287936796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-past.html' title='MY past'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2605322322827720933</id><published>2009-12-01T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:10:18.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world of laughter</title><content type='html'>i love laughter. I think it's one of the most awesome things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Now that A's are over, let's conclude this with a resounding laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOODBYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;STUUUUUPID SCHOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;THEEEE WORLD IS JUST SUCH AN AWESOME PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. wierd.&lt;br /&gt;gotta find some other way to celebrate... &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2605322322827720933?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2605322322827720933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2605322322827720933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2605322322827720933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2605322322827720933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-of-laughter.html' title='world of laughter'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8273637590312158536</id><published>2009-12-01T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:53:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired</title><content type='html'>I am so sleepy... and I don't know why. I had 7 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever, must blog what happened for yesterday's physics papers.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 was no suprise, hard. Okay, not that hard. Just harder than normal A lvl standard. And yes, I had to guess. And thank god, by his grace, all 3 guesses were right.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I just sat back, look at the four choices, and chose the most suitable answer.&lt;br /&gt;And I picked the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun as well. Went out with Kaylin and Leroy. Gosh it's been ages since I went out with those guys. Leroy really reminds me of the old school days.&lt;br /&gt;We were having dinner at pizza hut, and the three of us decided to order extra pizza. We chose the pizza, nodded our head and then - get this -put the menu on the table and continued talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey did you guys order the pizza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us chorus at the same time, "wait, did we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so retarded. Anyway, for the past two years, I always have this feeling of higher commitment. Whenever I go out and play, I'm always reminded that I have exams to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with this commitment gone. I feel.... empty. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess yesterday was one of those few days where I could just let my hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also learned how to play majong yesterday. I think. I slept over at kang jin's house, with the rest of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really pathetic. I'm like the last one to reach the house and the first one to fall asleep. Okay, I'm like the only one who fell asleep, save for shou heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still tired. zzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8273637590312158536?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8273637590312158536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8273637590312158536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8273637590312158536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8273637590312158536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1281434399776291423</id><published>2009-11-28T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:14:45.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 500</title><content type='html'>post 500.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1281434399776291423?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1281434399776291423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1281434399776291423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1281434399776291423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1281434399776291423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-500.html' title='Post 500'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-823730438956073205</id><published>2009-11-27T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:14:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I love and Hate</title><content type='html'>Yup, this post is dedicated to words and phrases I find awfully retarded, and on the flip side, words I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I veelly tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this on the bus. Of all the english words u choose to alter. You alter Very? Helloo? no class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiyooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty word. No explanation required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I doesn't want to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this word for word from someone's blog. oh my gosh, perverse much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The stretch words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically used by bimbos. The tend to stretch the last word and pitch it up a bit to sound bimbotic. Some girls find that cute, but guys find that disgusting. Example: I don't think I want to go. sian leeeeeeeehhhh. I go home first hoooooorrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;You know how some guys try to look cool but fail? This is how some girls try to look cute but fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so flame me. I hate bimbos. Bloody posers. Simply individuals with inferior complex trying to fill their dull life with bimbotic indulgence, in hope that someone or at least something will notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even a bad word. wtf. I have a friend whose mum called him a son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't even be in the english language. It's just plain rude. For example&lt;br /&gt;I never touch your handphone WHAT...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Hello Jennifer!&lt;br /&gt;Reply? What!&lt;br /&gt;Rude much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like how it's spelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Detention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got thrown in, but never did attend any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most abused words when giving an excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another abused word, even when someone just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw for words I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright, happy, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was born a girl, that would have been my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute word. Just love the way it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime this word is used, it brings a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this word. I so wanna name my IPOD faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Swimming Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love water! What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite place to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, I wonder why time was measure in seconds. I kept wondering why it was second, not first. Till now, I have not solved that mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-823730438956073205?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/823730438956073205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=823730438956073205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/823730438956073205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/823730438956073205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-i-love-and-hate.html' title='Words I love and Hate'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3463153297010323643</id><published>2009-11-27T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:49:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The five days wait</title><content type='html'>The geniuses at cambridge put Physics MCQ, the last A lvl paper one five days away. Like we're going to spend those five days camping at libraries, trying to fill nonsensical useless facts into our heads in an attempt to memorize or at the very least familiarise with the physics topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really stupid to value an individual with 18 years of life experience with an hour and a half paper. In singapore, we sell it as the best solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision of nerds. Hours of senseless studies in the library. You go home, sit down, open the book and start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I continue, you may wonder my motive for such a sweeping statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, there are loopholes to this argument. But no, this is directed to the geniuses who are capable of studying for hours at end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A lvl is not a test of Intelligence. It's a test of endurance.&lt;br /&gt;How long can u sit and pursue your study?&lt;br /&gt;How long can your mental capacity accomodate the obsolete facts that other countries discard.&lt;br /&gt;How long can u persevere with the strenous time tablesof examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authenticity of the geniuses out there are questionable. Do sheer endurance bring them thus far? or are they already gifted in some sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams cannot tell.&lt;br /&gt;But we seem to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;Hence I roll my eyes at the people who compare results out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are geniuses in my secondary school who do not attain success through grades.&lt;br /&gt;And I firmly hold to my believe that such geniuses will slip pass singapore's grasp, should they fail to recognize them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3463153297010323643?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3463153297010323643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3463153297010323643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3463153297010323643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3463153297010323643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-days-wait.html' title='The five days wait'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1194071540470446168</id><published>2009-11-25T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:35:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old song, but meaningful nonetheless</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOStF4q0zZI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOStF4q0zZI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the problem with most people is trying to decipher the slur of words that spew from the song. Read the lyrics, and you'll be amazed it wasn't a classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1194071540470446168?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1194071540470446168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1194071540470446168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1194071540470446168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1194071540470446168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-song-but-meaningful-nonetheless.html' title='An old song, but meaningful nonetheless'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3803693631852105399</id><published>2009-11-25T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:14:18.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice creams and movie</title><content type='html'>Went to ps to celebrate my birthday with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Jian, Shou Heng and I went to the driving school. We got delayed for almost an hour. And with good reasons. The lady that tended to us was so slow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, fast forward a couple of hours, and you would find me foolishly brining only 15 bucks to dine at swensons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have spent more on the ice cream and less on the burgers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2012 was epic and stupid. No, not Epic Stupid. Epic, but Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who buys places for a billion euros per seat?&lt;br /&gt;And basically, most of the poor dies, humanity wasn't warned, and the russian dude looks like a freaking puffer fish with an overdose of botox.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, the ark was pretty cool, and John F Kennedy killed the president. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of the movies where I don't know where to place. It thrills, but seems so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;Like the scene where jackson didn't surface for air.&lt;br /&gt;Any normal wife would dive down to find her husband, but nooo.... she just stayed at the surface and panicked.&lt;br /&gt;It's like screaming to the audience, "Wait, Jackson is not dead! He's just taking a really slow swim"&lt;br /&gt;and duh, he surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3803693631852105399?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3803693631852105399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3803693631852105399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3803693631852105399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3803693631852105399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/ice-creams-and-movie.html' title='Ice creams and movie'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4350108710126335988</id><published>2009-11-20T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:28:35.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only takes one friend</title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm 18. Thanks for all the well-wishes yo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best birthday wish has to go to my best buddy Vik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this post to sound like me bragging about my non-existant, self-proclaimed awesome life.&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be grateful for the friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love viknesh message, word for word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest and truest best friend ever..love you man..&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you through six years in this relationship. From the nerdy kid to the handsome young man that you've become.. you're one of the last surviving links to my secondary school past, and I'm thankful for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better buddy even if I could. With your intellectual mind, quick wits, retarded humour and a reliable friend to always aid me when I slack. You're a Class A friend indeed. I hope nothing this life can pose anything that can tear us apart.. For I will truely be lost and empty if that spotknown as John becomes void.. You have aways been a support and pillar for me when I'm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I really do hope that I've been the same to you... You're a remarkable person my dear..and I'm honoured to have been chosen by God to be touched by your presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Enjoy yourself bro! You deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god for answering my prayers. Exactly one year ago, I prayed to be able to touch those around me. And exactly one year later, you have answered my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, thank you being my savior. Since young, there's always someone watching out for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know this can't be coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;And I know the love you have shown me as a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for viknesh&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the people around me that have taught me to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4350108710126335988?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4350108710126335988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4350108710126335988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4350108710126335988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4350108710126335988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-only-takes-one-friend.html' title='It only takes one friend'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-6452150871582703002</id><published>2009-11-19T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:51:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday John</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting on my bed counting down the minutes till i'm 18. &lt;br /&gt;I SO FEEL LIKE HARRY POTTER. &lt;br /&gt;Lol, a couple more minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm going to go read my physics for a bit now. But oh well, happy birthday John. You're the last one in the class to turn 18. Enjoy this age while u still can.&lt;br /&gt;Say jesus. thank you for one more year of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6452150871582703002?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6452150871582703002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6452150871582703002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6452150871582703002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6452150871582703002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-john.html' title='happy birthday John'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2077438682921617417</id><published>2009-11-19T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:31:58.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days of a 17 year old</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 18 tomorrow. And I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I still like the age of 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I like that number. Well, I guess being 18 isn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll get access to loads of places. That means M18 shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still mad about getting kicked out of final destination. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2077438682921617417?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2077438682921617417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2077438682921617417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2077438682921617417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2077438682921617417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-days-of-17-year-old.html' title='Last days of a 17 year old'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5120284333862803935</id><published>2009-11-14T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:15:39.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in all</title><content type='html'>You are my strength when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;You are the treasure that I seek&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking you as a precious jewel&lt;br /&gt;lord to give up, I'll be a fool&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my sin, my cross, my shame&lt;br /&gt;Rising again, I bless your name&lt;br /&gt;you are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down, you pick me up&lt;br /&gt;when I am dry, you fill my cup&lt;br /&gt;You are my all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lamb of god&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is your name      X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zC617kE1maU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zC617kE1maU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nicole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;The one sung by charmaine was good too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5120284333862803935?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5120284333862803935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5120284333862803935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5120284333862803935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5120284333862803935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-in-all.html' title='All in all'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2194181638196651255</id><published>2009-11-07T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:19:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, Like the title said, this is a really fast update. My teacher couldn't recieve the geography essay I sent by email, so I had to log on to send again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in a rush. I fell sick today (thankfully not on A Lvl) and i spent literally the whole day sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's just next week, and unlike O lvl, I'm really very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, must not be scared. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Joel had a dream today. He said He dreamt that I got 3 A and 1 B. wow.&lt;br /&gt;That motivated me to pick up my pen and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so many years worth of work all tied to this day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my teacher to reply before I can log off.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go find some media article to read. After all, I'm planning to do media for my GP. Hope it really comes out. All my Media Essays have been giving me a B average. And I mean B average Prelim papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and many thanks to people who have encouraged me again and again&lt;br /&gt;Jamie (dunno who you are, but thanks for the encouragement)&lt;br /&gt;Kaylin (haha Best of luck for your OP)&lt;br /&gt;David (yeah, I'm okay)&lt;br /&gt;Class Friends an Schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Hui ( gd luck for your o's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE. CHIONG CHIONG CHIONG. Tonight Delp and I are gonna call each other and test each other Geography. That was exactly what terrance and I did back in St. Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we would always call each other and ask this 3 question.&lt;br /&gt;Are you free?&lt;br /&gt;Can u talk?&lt;br /&gt;If you can, take out your geography book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2194181638196651255?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2194181638196651255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2194181638196651255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2194181638196651255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2194181638196651255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/fast-update.html' title='Fast Update'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8315672425039781561</id><published>2009-11-01T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:01:04.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Thanks</title><content type='html'>Father why?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I born?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wait 10 years father?&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of questions I really want to ask my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Uncle Danny prayed for me in church. It was really sweet. He actually came up to me cause I've been looking really pale lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Prayer, I got up to leave. I barely got 10 paces when Uncle Danny's wife, Auntie Lydia came to pray for me. And she actually came to me cause I've been looking really pale lately.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I don't believe in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually knew the both of them since forever. They raised me in christ, watched me grow up, walked out and then back into christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so thankful. Thank you god for showing me that you care. I even got an encouragement from David to keep pressing on.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has encouraged me, didn't have a reason to. And what's more... They are all christians.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god for sending your childrens to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to send everyone of my friends a word of encouragement. If god can care for me, then I can show that same care to my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8315672425039781561?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8315672425039781561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8315672425039781561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8315672425039781561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8315672425039781561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/11/desperate-thanks.html' title='Desperate Thanks'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1430282253389370788</id><published>2009-10-31T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:11:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jN7m7CJV0Pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jN7m7CJV0Pk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4231675591943994157-1430282253389370788?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1430282253389370788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1430282253389370788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1430282253389370788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1430282253389370788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5107577100847647057</id><published>2009-10-30T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:02:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye and hello</title><content type='html'>As I end another chapter of my life, It's time to reminiscence the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I'm keeping my covenant with God&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Cat's gone&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Seen the adventist side of life&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Been in love&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Seen friendship with the class like never before&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Suffered in silence during the last quarter of the year&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Actually ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Enjoyed some part of school&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I'm gonna suffer for days to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going somewhere after As.&lt;br /&gt;But I wont tell you where. ( haha untypical singaporean. Common people will blog about where they are going. I think Ill stick to unconventional for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to reality. before that happens. Gotta study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5107577100847647057?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5107577100847647057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5107577100847647057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5107577100847647057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5107577100847647057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/10/bye-bye-and-hello.html' title='Bye bye and hello'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4453183862366258707</id><published>2009-10-18T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:03:14.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET'S OUT</title><content type='html'>www.purplepurplexity.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping this blog secret for about a year now. Time to share...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4453183862366258707?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4453183862366258707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4453183862366258707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4453183862366258707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4453183862366258707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets-out.html' title='THE SECRET&apos;S OUT'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1968267948000458785</id><published>2009-09-29T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:07:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Hold</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm putting my life on hold. It's about 40 more days to my A's. So I'm going to QIONG&lt;br /&gt;About time &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably come online now and then to check updates. But I'm commiting myself to hours of studying. Sorry buddies. My books need me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to post my other blog URL's sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8plF1o_LOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8plF1o_LOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4231675591943994157-1968267948000458785?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1968267948000458785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1968267948000458785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1968267948000458785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1968267948000458785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-on-hold.html' title='Life on Hold'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1696937894841626916</id><published>2009-09-16T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:18:20.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vertical Fall</title><content type='html'>Holiday's past, and thank god, it wasn't one of those sad holidays where I lived to regret every moment that has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling vertically upwards. I'm progressing, and I'm making good pace. But I'm not satisfied with my spiritual aspect of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I walk into school with a half hearted attitude.&lt;br /&gt;But okay, spiritual post will go to my special blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school's got a new canteen, and we're celebrating children's day. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even get to enjoy that day during secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;But before I long listfully for that ever elusive holidays, I shall remind myself that now's the final burst. NO more slacking. And I mean no more. May not even see this blog for the next two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall release the URL of my secret blog after I graduate. No point in keeping it secret anymore is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those JC students out there. Here's me saluting to all you people for choosing to climb the rockwall rather than going round it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, Life's a climb. But the view on top is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1696937894841626916?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1696937894841626916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1696937894841626916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1696937894841626916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1696937894841626916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/09/vertical-fall.html' title='The Vertical Fall'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2910153870067241897</id><published>2009-09-03T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:31:37.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and results</title><content type='html'>results sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizards of Waverly place movie rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2910153870067241897?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2910153870067241897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2910153870067241897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2910153870067241897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2910153870067241897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-and-results.html' title='Movies and results'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-577156025514497336</id><published>2009-08-30T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:42:54.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAA SHEEET MCQ!</title><content type='html'>Alright. Most of the papers are over, with the exception of the mcq. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I settle for my self proclaim holiday, I shall talk about pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel cannot sing. He really cannot. really.&lt;br /&gt;(nono, I'm just typing that cause he was watching me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm proud of my dad for leaving Dell. Now he's on one month paid leave, so he's home trying to chill with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess family's really important. No matter how much I really hate mine, It's still ties down to blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel's an awesome brother / wing man .&lt;br /&gt;Viknesh was talking about his sister today and I suddenly feel fortunate to have a brother. I mean sure, all little brother's are annoying. But he's always watching out for me. How can single kids survive? I like waking up to see Joel's smiley face hugging my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, maybe not the hugging pillow part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I wanna rejoice is the fact that I'm a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this question really pops up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU LIVE YOUR TEENAGE LIFE WELL?&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be, I'm living the life of a christian. It's not something to be proud about.&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign that I'm weak, but God's looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's why I've been pretty lucky so far. I didn't lose my laptop. I don't get bullied in school, I don't get to meet friends that are complete bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me Cats after my O's and then Leroy's side of friends now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm very thankful. Anyway, Lord, I know you're reading this post, and you MAY laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But know that I'm thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-577156025514497336?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/577156025514497336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=577156025514497336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/577156025514497336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/577156025514497336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaa-sheeet-mcq.html' title='WAAA SHEEET MCQ!'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8541923078642029631</id><published>2009-08-26T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:40:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go study now</title><content type='html'>John, go study now. you got a test tmr, and another on thursday. Go study now. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi lovato's ranting about playing the piano on twitter. So retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8541923078642029631?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8541923078642029631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8541923078642029631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8541923078642029631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8541923078642029631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-study-now.html' title='Go study now'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8631241514198428998</id><published>2009-08-26T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:29:14.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The envy</title><content type='html'>My dad's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing he does... call my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hi. I'm having a ONE MONTH PAID HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me sitting on the couch) *gives dad the whatever look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yeah, sure I can make it.. after all, I have ONE MONTH PAID LEAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Dinner. Sure! I'm FREE. *looks at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I GET IT. 1 MONTH. BIG DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *just smiles idioticly.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8631241514198428998?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8631241514198428998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8631241514198428998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8631241514198428998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8631241514198428998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/envy.html' title='The envy'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-405247946712955491</id><published>2009-08-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:54:30.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot or Cold</title><content type='html'>My dad's planning another family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants to go back to Alaska to see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants to go back to Egypt to see the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place is freaking cold. The other is baking hot. Plus, I used to be scared of coffins and Egyptian mummies in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I go to a normal place like Malaysia ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, daddy said he'll definitely want to go to disneyworld one more time! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-405247946712955491?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/405247946712955491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=405247946712955491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/405247946712955491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/405247946712955491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-or-cold.html' title='Hot or Cold'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4802342663853498266</id><published>2009-08-02T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:27:50.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogswork.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/huhhhhhhhhhwa5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 355px;" src="http://blogswork.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/huhhhhhhhhhwa5-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church showed us this. So retarded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4802342663853498266?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4802342663853498266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4802342663853498266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4802342663853498266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4802342663853498266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/toilet-break.html' title='Toilet break'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-6089482404584057785</id><published>2009-08-01T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:19:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>This is one of those days when I wake up and feel like shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6089482404584057785?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6089482404584057785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6089482404584057785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6089482404584057785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6089482404584057785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/08/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2890836283476215313</id><published>2009-07-26T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:08:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build to fly</title><content type='html'>Everyone's built to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's built to chase their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the instance a child learned how to walk, dreams began to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be an astronaut! I wanna be an actor. I wanna learn martial arts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the child grows up, the world began to condemn such dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too little to be an astronaut. You're not lucky enough to be an actor. Soon enough, that child finds himself being directed by the malice of the world. Pushed into school, made to learn useless facts that would deem useless in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be a reverse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can force children to think like the world, can we also force the adults to think more like a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's alot that we can learn form children. They're impartial to theft. Easily conform to practice good habits. Unperturbed by doing embarrassing things. Imaginative. They take a different stand to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I thought everything ran on batteries. When I was flying back from america, the plane broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told the air stewardess if we could change the airplane's batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember her laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something so simple, such as a chair, could be a lot of things to a child. A platform. A shield. A wall, A toy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be cool to retain your imagination rather than lose it to education.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a child. And I want to stay that way forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2890836283476215313?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2890836283476215313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2890836283476215313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2890836283476215313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2890836283476215313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/build-to-fly.html' title='Build to fly'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4992843680167651273</id><published>2009-07-22T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:17:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Bored Bored</title><content type='html'>Everyone in my class is so tired. Everyone is so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the tension in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear. Delusion. Fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a school where almost everyone's a soloist, team players don't make it far in a kill or be killed world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers push students beyond their breaking point. It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students retaliate, fingering fatigue as the cause of their failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an observer, watching this endless cycle repeat itself year after year.&lt;br /&gt;The life of a JC student just isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change this tradition where sweat goes before conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4992843680167651273?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4992843680167651273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4992843680167651273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Deprived'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1284244523760369276</id><published>2009-07-11T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:02:49.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG DISNEY MANIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's disney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1284244523760369276?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1284244523760369276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1284244523760369276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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An actual 24 km marathon. Now finish that marathon, and then throw in some maths homework on differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're mentally and physically exhausted, you realize that your best friend still has your GP book, homework due 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now multiply that by the fact that I'm missing church tmr cause of my darn tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me. One seriously tired boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember how people use to find faults with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nobody's perfect, but here's what. When someone walks up to you and gives a negative comment, you get unhappy. Then  you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Try to convince them that you're being yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Try to change your image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Punch the damn idiot for being a big mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally people choose a or b, with the exception of the true idiots choosing c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone long ago called me a broken tape recorder "which doesn't makes sense" cause I used to repeat stuff over again. (In America, they call them howler monkeys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mum does it, and I really find that annoying. can't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;So if I find her annoying because she's a howler, wouldn't the opposite be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't she be just as annoyed with me for howling?&lt;br /&gt;How come my friends can pick that up, but nobody at home does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the train of thoughts goes to the fact that I'm hardly home. Or the only noise I make is the occasional one word reply that comes ever so tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I hardly at home. Last time there was O lvl's, and I loved the library back then. Then came cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I simply have no reason to excuse myself for being absent from home.&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been away from home for so long, that it's become ingrained into me to avoid coming home at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta work on changing myself one step at a time. I used to be pretty spoiled long time ago. (I'm the kind of guy who orders the air stewardess around in the airplane because I've been flying so many times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I return the smile subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I gotta change my temper, and my impatience.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time I blew my temper at mickie mouse when I was in disney world just because an old couple was taking photos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I still get pissed at idiotic bimbos wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one slow step at a time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1158698063385363188?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1158698063385363188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1158698063385363188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1158698063385363188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1158698063385363188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/describe-how-tired-are-you.html' title='Describe how tired are you'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1271133688724330673</id><published>2009-07-08T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:05:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt4/sgclub_album/dating.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 337px;" src="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt4/sgclub_album/dating.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1271133688724330673?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1271133688724330673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1271133688724330673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1271133688724330673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1271133688724330673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8368302067924939060</id><published>2009-07-05T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:15:09.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The color green</title><content type='html'>I'm getting obsessed with the color green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity crush loves green. My other celebrity crush loves green.&lt;br /&gt;And when i walk out of my room to blog about this, I realise... my keyboard is GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;(with red buttons but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk into my garden to take the papers. ( the newspaper man doesn't know how to throw, so the papers always ends up in my garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grass is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk in, trying not to think of green, when I saw my bible casing.&lt;br /&gt;Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Green is the new red.&lt;br /&gt;I'll like Red and Green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8368302067924939060?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8368302067924939060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8368302067924939060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8368302067924939060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8368302067924939060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/color-green.html' title='The color green'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1439560892944129980</id><published>2009-07-04T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:18:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare saturday</title><content type='html'>I declare saturday a rest day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm back to 24/7 mugging. Well, I don't actually mug 24/7 since my attention span only lasts an hour and a half, but i can work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of things I wanna get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purity ring&lt;br /&gt;Green converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I prefer red actually. But what the hell. My celebrity crush likes green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm going to post my plans for the rest of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend sunday on my maths (especially sequence and series)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going to spend my monday on my chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can slot in physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the time has come for me to announce this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to personal reasons that I am unable to share due to some unwelcomed company,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put my new blog link on every other post.&lt;br /&gt;the first clue is: what color do you get when you mix red and blue?&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my best friend's favourite color. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1439560892944129980?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1439560892944129980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1439560892944129980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1439560892944129980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1439560892944129980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-declare-saturday.html' title='I declare saturday'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-6763713149778174135</id><published>2009-07-01T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:06:30.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/1zdccgk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1zdccgk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love disney originals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie: I wish to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie : You may help me prepare for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: I may? *gives the innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie: yes. I need a night gown. Preferably silk. Preferably pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a little background info: Rosie's the princess who nearly got kidnapped, but carter's dad saved her and brought her back.&lt;br /&gt;Now carter gotta bunk with Rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie: You vote for royalty here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter: we're a democracy, we're into voting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6763713149778174135?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6763713149778174135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6763713149778174135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6763713149778174135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6763713149778174135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-disney-originals-i-really-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/1zdccgk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-8757729605800333730</id><published>2009-06-30T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:38:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no suprise....</title><content type='html'>I wake up early in the morning and look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's 8.00 Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's already started, but it doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a MC for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out, and do the very first thing I do every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped breakfast. That can wait. The food's not going to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I begin doing the very last thing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the aircon&lt;br /&gt;on the lights,&lt;br /&gt;sit on my desk,&lt;br /&gt;and study for the chemistry test 5 hours to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toyed with the taught of speed reading, but ditched the idea before it could mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how all messed up concepts spawn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i resolved to study organic chemistry, and only the organic part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours later, i closed my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ready for the test?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smiled crossed my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered no reply, but a backward glance.&lt;br /&gt;I got this in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for school with only organic chemistry knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;If I spotted it right, there will be a little on electrochem, a little on reaction kinetics, a little on thermo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hell lot on organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8757729605800333730?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8757729605800333730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8757729605800333730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8757729605800333730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8757729605800333730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-no-suprise.html' title='It&apos;s no suprise....'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-6125025029046520342</id><published>2009-06-10T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:05:20.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to be here</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I take my life for granted. I complain and whine about stupid things. But I fail to see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great life, a couple of friends I can really trust my life with, a well-off family, and most of all, being born into a christian family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when I'm really mental or down, I shall read this post and realize how lucky my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been really blessed so far. You know how friends come and go? Well since primary school, I always had a friend to relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like God place that friend there to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he watch me grow, saw me through my best days and undoubtly my worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything to be happy for. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-6125025029046520342?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/6125025029046520342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=6125025029046520342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6125025029046520342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/6125025029046520342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/06/glad-to-be-here.html' title='Glad to be here'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-7491060750010397280</id><published>2009-06-08T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:36:44.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>Ever watch Kill Bill? Blood is like Kill Bill. With monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's freaking retarded. I got so bored I counted her kills. I counted 81, excluding the time saya kicked the table at 5 monsters, the sensei battle, and the monster that she kicked aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's bad acting, bad blood usage, and bad english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the funny side, it was pretty comical watching those idiots getting slashed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the stupid question... why don't the monsters carry guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal human being can take down saya with a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest, vilest, most powerful demon couldnt cause all she had was a stupid sword.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-7491060750010397280?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/7491060750010397280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=7491060750010397280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7491060750010397280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7491060750010397280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/06/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1978635176452557831</id><published>2009-06-04T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:27:23.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushrooms are not vegetables.</title><content type='html'>Rule of the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids must eat vegetables every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why Joel and I have to eat our greens every day in order to stay healthy (since everyone on my mums side has the cancer cells.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mum had the impression that mushrooms are vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ewww. Mushrooms. Yesterday was broccoli. today mushrooms? What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Its vegetables. Its healthy for you. EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mushrooms are not vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Mushrooms are spore eating fungi that comes in wierd shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I dont care. eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: *rolls eyes and eat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just looked it up today. Mushrooms ARE FUNGI. SCAMMED.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1978635176452557831?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1978635176452557831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1978635176452557831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1978635176452557831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1978635176452557831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/06/mushrooms-are-not-vegetables.html' title='Mushrooms are not vegetables.'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8059490874429681992</id><published>2009-06-02T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:17:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Alien</title><content type='html'>Alien ware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamer hardware build for one purpose.&lt;br /&gt;To have a hell of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the keys used to glow white and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was okay with it... until my dad said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, you could change the color of the keyboard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it glows green and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mouse is red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. I wanna take a picture later and upload it. it's freaking awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8059490874429681992?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8059490874429681992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8059490874429681992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8059490874429681992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8059490874429681992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-for-alien.html' title='A is for Alien'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2079153391364757923</id><published>2009-05-27T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:44:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled waters and dangerous times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I find my life pretty ironic. My life goes up during the first term. I made new friends, get a new life, and basically, I had everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fault after fault, condemnation after another condemnation&lt;br /&gt;After today, I feel that I'm tearing down what I build during the first quarter of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just lost 2 friends, both close and important to me. I've officially left the adventist church today after the bible study, and I have no idea how to make up or all the friends I'm going to leave behind. I used to look forward to weekends because of them. Now I'm back to square 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm doing everything wrong in 2009. I'm making the wrong types of decisions, playing with the wrong kind of emotion, enjoying the wrong kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's heading down. and at the rate I'm falling, it's just so difficult to crawl back up again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave the situation just as it is. I don't want to sit aside and watch my life fall apart and crumble to pieces. I want to salvage what I have left, and if need be, build up on them. But I got to be careful. One wrong decision, and I could spiral back tpo the abyss I'm trying to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sadder these few days. Really. I don't think I've ever seen darker days than this one. For a person who really relies on people for his strength, it really is hard to get back up when nobody believes in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda glad I'm taking shit at this age.&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I'll probably be facing tougher problems ahead. These are just the taster. The appetizer for what's to come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;If I can build my resistance to adversities now, I'll be able to survive in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2079153391364757923?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2079153391364757923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2079153391364757923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2079153391364757923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2079153391364757923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/troubled-waters-and-dangerous-times.html' title='Troubled waters and dangerous times'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8559594204120903242</id><published>2009-05-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:28:44.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting E mails</title><content type='html'>Many colleges and businesses tend to strip the last name down to 6 characters and add the first and last initial to either the beginning or end to make up an e-mail address. For example, Mary L. Ferguson = mlfergus or fergusml. They are just now beginning to realize the problems that may happen when you have a large and diverse pool of people to choose from. Add to that a large database of company/college acronyms and you have some very funny addresses. Probably not funny to the individual involved, however:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN Actual E-mail Addresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Helen Thomas Eatons (Duke University) - eatonsht @ dku.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mary Ellen Dickinson (Indiana University of Pennsylvania) - dickinme @ iup.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Francis Kevin Kissinger (Las Verdes University) - kissinfk @ lvu.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Amanda Sue Pickering (Purdue University) - aspicker @ pu.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ida Beatrice Ballinger (Ball State University) - ibballin @ bsu.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bradley Thomas Kissering (Brady Electrical, Northern Division, Overton Canada) - btkisser @ bendover.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Isabelle Haydon Adcock (Toys "R" Us) - ihadcock @ tru.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Martha Elizibeth Cummins (Fresno University) - cumminme @ fu.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. George David Blowmer (Drop Front Drawers &amp;amp; Cabinets Inc.) - blowmegd @ dropdrawers.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but at No 1, it had to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Barbara Joan Beeranger (Myplace Home Decorating) - beeranbj @ myplace.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8559594204120903242?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8559594204120903242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8559594204120903242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8559594204120903242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8559594204120903242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-e-mails.html' title='Interesting E mails'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-618781779297781464</id><published>2009-05-14T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:45:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evil side</title><content type='html'>Tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just want perseverence. I want tenacity. The tenacity to keep fighting. It's just like the fantasy that Viknesh and I talked about in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to keep fighting. If someone stabs us, we keep moving. If someone shoots us, we keep running. And we don't just move. We conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't back down. Don't falter. We charge and charge. I'm going to take down the front lines. I'm going to break through the enemies formation, and cause chaos in the very hearts of their defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spill every last drop of my blood to reach that goal. I wonder why I get such a feeling. But with this in mind, I saw, and I conquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-618781779297781464?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/618781779297781464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=618781779297781464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/618781779297781464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/618781779297781464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/evil-side.html' title='The evil side'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5507852435492744664</id><published>2009-05-11T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:50:24.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old vs Young</title><content type='html'>When the young get mad, I understand&lt;br /&gt;When the old people gets mad, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the young people make loads of noise, I understand&lt;br /&gt;When the old people make loads of noise, it's just plain annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the young make stupid mistakes, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;When the old does the same idiotic thing, it's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I seem to like the young more. Both young and old exhibit the same kind of transgression, but it's the young that truely amazes me. Not the old. I just find them annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5507852435492744664?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5507852435492744664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5507852435492744664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5507852435492744664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5507852435492744664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-vs-young.html' title='Old vs Young'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2489433518768873760</id><published>2009-05-10T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:49:49.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SgO-AtSuaKI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pvp6Yz07rbI/s800/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 582px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SgO-AtSuaKI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pvp6Yz07rbI/s800/original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2489433518768873760?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2489433518768873760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2489433518768873760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2489433518768873760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2489433518768873760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/h1n1-flu.html' title='H1N1 flu'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVRGVTmWMHg/SgO-AtSuaKI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pvp6Yz07rbI/s72-c/original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231675591943994157.post-8734307218951289971</id><published>2009-05-05T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:07:03.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons</title><content type='html'>You know the phrase, "when life gives you lemons, make lemonades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda find that phrase stupid. Firstly, lemons are meant to be thrown at other people, eg. gao fu, not made into lemonades. Why waste precious ammo? Secondly, what would you do when you get lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Sell, trade, convince some idiot that the yellow fruit is actually made of gold. I'll trade it for orange or apple and make orange and apple juice out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I can take the seeds in lemon and plant countless of lemon trees. Wait for the butterflies, birds and bees to do their job, cross pollinate with other fruits elsewhere, and soon, I'll have a whole botanical garden to myself. Hey, who say I can't make a garden of Eden without lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As studied from POA, never waste anything. Anything can be used. I'll package the lemons and send it to anyone who's hospitalized. I get rid of the lemons, and the sick get extra vitamin C. Double kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, when life gives you lemons, I won't make lemonade. I'll start a revolution with lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll start by reading my bible =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8734307218951289971?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8734307218951289971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8734307218951289971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8734307218951289971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8734307218951289971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4242629489201471715</id><published>2009-05-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:19:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live live live live live</title><content type='html'>See that title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that's not gonna happen cause John didn't do his homework again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers have this funny concept: Long weekends means long homework.&lt;br /&gt;Do they even have lives? I mean who works on labor day? It's meant for people to rest. GET IT? LABOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to hand in files. And I've never been good at filing stuff. Ever since primary school, I failed all my file check tests. And I don't see why I should break tradition. I'm suppose to hand in my GP file tmr. Thing is.... There's only 1 GP assignment in my file. God knows where the others went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I SCREWED OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a big laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it's a Sunday, I might as well post about church. I'm troubled by the whole sabbath thing. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4242629489201471715?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4242629489201471715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4242629489201471715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4242629489201471715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4242629489201471715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-live-live-live-live.html' title='live live live live live'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-3778517749772630184</id><published>2009-05-02T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:21:19.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and tired</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, and I'm tired. Here's how I imagine my labor's day is gonna be: study study study.&lt;br /&gt;And for someone that's way behind schoolwork, I would say thats a perfectly logical thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like an uncontrollable idiot, i got on my com, and spent half a day on it. playing, watching xmen origins all over again, trying new heros on dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still stuck with the secondary school mentality? I mean, everyone around me is studying like &amp;amp;^%$ and it pisses me off that I'm not upping my standards to compete on par with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I realised that intelligence alone factored in with wisdom and brightness makes a devastating combo. The wisdom brings you to your study table. The brightness keeps you enthusiastic. The intelligences keeps all the useless information you just picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of useless information, I'm so not going to be a scientist or an engineer. I swear to god, I don't ever want to base my life on equatons and graphs. I see my mathematical career going up in flames in the future. And I guess I can pick up music. With the piano and Guitar already on my sides, who knows. I may be the next hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days spent today wasn't entirely fruitless either. I'm creating a new garena password, and giving it to vik. then wipe it from the bowels of my meomory so I would never play again. I'm hiding all my games / songs into this huge folder called "Maze" Like it's name suggest. It's a maze. With 60 over folders and songs randomly shuffled into each one, I doubt I bother digging out the games and music. I'm actually kinda proud of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tmr will be a fruitful day. Or maybe not.... I got the pepsi in the fridge, my homework on the table outside, and my ipod - OMG I LEFT MY IPOD OUTSIDE. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-3778517749772630184?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/3778517749772630184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=3778517749772630184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3778517749772630184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/3778517749772630184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored-and-tired.html' title='Bored and tired'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-181103303887977960</id><published>2009-05-01T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:59:54.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cry of my Heart</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder if you're not living the life you're meant to be living? or that you're destined for greater things in this world, but  you simply let the opportunity pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let that opportunity pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the regret that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I kinda wonder what would really happen if I really started studying now. I've been going out so often, even my mum has to complain to the pastor of my church. Yeah, I'm bloody pissed at that. So Right now, I gotta study, and study, and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's so many things I wanna talk about. So many things to blog about. BUt unlike last time, I don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Played pool, sneak out to play lan with my best buddy, bought a bible, forced to sing "my little sunshine in class" as punishment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like all the retarded moments in my life that should have made it's debut over at this blog, but something inside of me is rejecting the very idea of writing my life down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad, or stressed. I'm happy. It 's a totally different exhilaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I better get off this blog and start studying before my parents come home. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-181103303887977960?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/181103303887977960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=181103303887977960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/181103303887977960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/181103303887977960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry-of-my-heart.html' title='The cry of my Heart'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4974395595501802102</id><published>2009-04-24T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:07:35.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>Yay. I finally made my decision. No more troubles, no more worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I made the decision, I gotta stick to it. Thing is, I made the harder decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing the churches up, I have the Methodist on one side, and the Adventist on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the Methodist. I talked to christon on wednesday. We left on a sad note. One thing was for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never call the little church tucked away on the sunny side of Jurong, "my church" again.&lt;br /&gt;As I Stepped out of the church and into the embrace of the world, my mind raced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories. Joy, and most of all, worship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing this chapter to a close soon. Like the last few chapters of a novel. The question is, Will it be a happily ever after?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4974395595501802102?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4974395595501802102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4974395595501802102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4974395595501802102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4974395595501802102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2416189873453033666</id><published>2009-04-22T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:29:08.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Old days</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, this is one of those days that remind me of the old st. gabriel's days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vik and I did something awesome today, but for the love of this blog, I cannot say what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we tried kidnapping Iceler. WE got as far as the lift, until we met his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we kinda dropped him on his head on our way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2416189873453033666?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2416189873453033666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2416189873453033666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2416189873453033666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2416189873453033666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-old-days.html' title='Back to the Old days'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-7989047489245124496</id><published>2009-04-19T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:16:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution</title><content type='html'>A story was told of a spring, that brought prosperity to a small little town, tuck away in a forest. The spring brought clear blue water to the town, feeding it with fresh water that brought tourist from all around the world to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment flourished, and flowers and swans could be spotted near the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, the town council decided to sack the spring keeper, who has been tending to the spring ever since the first set of tourist stepped into the lake. They found that he was overpaid and redundant, and that their finance could be better handled elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the sad dejected spring keeper left his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later, and the town council felt that they did the right thing. Nothing happened for a while. But at last, the spring started to get polluted. The flowers died out, and the swans flew south. The beautiful landscape was transformed into one where the waters where green and thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drove the tourist away, and nobody came to visit the small town tuck away in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurants were empty, and the town became poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The councilman decided to hold a meeting to source out the problem, and one of them remembered the old spring keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humbled and dejected, they went back to the spring keeper for his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help the spring keeper gave. His heart had no remorse over being sacked, and he did his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the town was flourishing again. The springs became crystal clean again, and the swans returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the council learned that they always need that spring keeper to clean the water that flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the spring that flows out of our hearts clean my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spring keeper is God. Lets keep it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-7989047489245124496?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/7989047489245124496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=7989047489245124496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7989047489245124496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7989047489245124496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/solution.html' title='The Solution'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4815465668102064313</id><published>2009-04-15T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:37:27.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Pick up line (NOT)</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of rhymes, consisting of romantic first liners, and then the most unromantic second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you, my love, my only prize.&lt;br /&gt;Would be a bullet between my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loving beauty you float with grace.&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other.&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot.&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I’m good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were in outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is on the inside, but some may doubt,&lt;br /&gt;If it’s true, I’d prefer you inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I always wake up screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in, to smell this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "go to hell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4815465668102064313?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4815465668102064313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4815465668102064313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4815465668102064313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4815465668102064313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-pick-up-line-not.html' title='Best Pick up line (NOT)'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-1844165262637370293</id><published>2009-04-13T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:08:03.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart!</title><content type='html'>Gee, I really have changed alot since J1.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I was less enthusiastic. more mature, more serious, more hardworking, less helpful, and less happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember creating this blog with the resolution to create my own life, and I realised that the I lacked the very resolution I made at the start of 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is, I KNOW what I should be doing. I know What I could be doing. I know what I want and what I need. I just don't do it, and let my emotions run my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I quit choir, I made it mostly based on my emotional judgement, and I know that such a costly judgement will carry forward when it comes to my SGC. When I decided to slack during the holidays, I did so knowing full well that I would be in trouble when school starts. And heck yeah, when school begins, I never had a night where I can sleep knowing that I've done tomorrow's homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel miserable in school. Sometimes I feel depressed. I guess I share the same sentimentals that Viknesh had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school really changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into something.... that I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-1844165262637370293?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/1844165262637370293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=1844165262637370293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1844165262637370293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/1844165262637370293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/restart.html' title='Restart!'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4601501938171212023</id><published>2009-04-13T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:29:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again - Yui</title><content type='html'>This is the new full metal alchemist brotherhood opening. Sounds pretty cool, and seems to me, Yui really made a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPhvSoPaWTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPhvSoPaWTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4231675591943994157-4601501938171212023?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4601501938171212023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4601501938171212023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4601501938171212023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4601501938171212023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/again-yui.html' title='Again - Yui'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-8937132736300345130</id><published>2009-04-12T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:33:42.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, happy easter and easter sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really spend the long weekend studying though. Kinda spent most of the time on the computer or outside. tch tch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know my life's gonna crash somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the planetshakers event today. Kinda annoying cause of the chinese translator. Everyone was extremely tired. First kenneth fell asleep, then the girls (minus claire) who for some reason &gt;.&gt; convince me that tonsillitis (bad spelling) is contagious by trying to get saliva over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got my hand drawn by them too. There's John the Baptist, John the Asswipe, John the Dog, Popcorn, Chocolate, a Snail and a butterfly written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the baptist as a memo. It doesn't wash of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to apologise to those friends who I haven't given any easter present. I left the choco-strawberries in church. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My mum's been complaining alot about my outings. And I kinda understand cause I've been going out with too many friends over the weekdays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go out on wednesday, Friday, saturday and sunday! Isn't that too much?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... makes sense...... My body is feeling the strain anyway. The past few months kinda remind me about the times I had with CATS. Now it's happening all over again. Different set of close friends, bad timeline, and we socialise to the extent that I actually come home tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I enjoy it throughly. I just don't wanna write it due to personal reasons. But I guess I'm pushing towards exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And School isn't exactly forgiving either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-8937132736300345130?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/8937132736300345130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=8937132736300345130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8937132736300345130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/8937132736300345130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-2882787269693501277</id><published>2009-04-08T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:49:11.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School... more school..... hell lot more homework</title><content type='html'>you see, you know you're life really sucks when you can't really find a topic to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, there was plenty of stuff for me to say. School friends, what happened today, jokes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm more mature to put such stuff on my blog. Unless I could adopt the common loser singaporean style of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.... when to macdonalds to talk crap. We were really retarded. He said this, I said that.&lt;br /&gt;Then We went to watch a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING STUFF. Oh, just to let you know, the example above is not intended for any personal attacks whatever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored. So, lets see, what can I talk about? School? nah. Hate that place. Nothing fun ever comes out from there. Except maybe friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church? Well, that's something to talk about. I went for bible studies again today. The church is all the way in jurong. My house? Serangoon Garden. Travelling Journey? SO not fun to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christon is helping out at a councelling centre at serangoon garden too! I guess the lord has bless me in his own ways. He knows I'm pretty busy, so he gives me a lift back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the tonnes of commitment, I also gotta think of my future. See, I got two plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Leave Singapore. Find an acting school in LA. Stay there and become an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B:  Keep studying like a loser that I am now. wheee. I'm so happy. RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan C is a secret. And no, it's not as stupid as the other two plans. Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I guess I can write for 5 minutes and not talk about anything at all! Haha! Rocks to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-2882787269693501277?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/2882787269693501277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=2882787269693501277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2882787269693501277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/2882787269693501277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-more-school-hell-lot-more.html' title='School... more school..... hell lot more homework'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-5674052508107085410</id><published>2009-04-04T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:44:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>Today's the first time this year where I did not go to church simply because I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the Adventist church service cause of my tuition in the morning. Guess my Mum is pretty happy cause she hates the Adventist. My initial plan was to head over to church after tuition, which kinda bankrolled when my morning flu kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dang flu persisted till evening, neither sleep nor worship could cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my original church for the youth service in a long time. Boy I miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I named aptly chose this title because the time has come to make my big decision. The one decision I make now may affect my future weekends, and possibly my A lvl results.&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue has been my number one nemesis ever since I attended 2 church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall decide.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-5674052508107085410?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/5674052508107085410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=5674052508107085410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5674052508107085410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/5674052508107085410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-7912849169437800734</id><published>2009-03-30T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:32:10.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1</title><content type='html'>This past few months have really been something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say, I've lived more in the past few months, than I have in the previous 6 months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met friends I could never dream to meet.&lt;br /&gt;I've walked closer to god, closer than I have before.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to appreciate music, more than I have ever since I quit choir.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, so scandalous, that it sounds unfitting for a JC 2 student.&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned how blessed I've been with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post the events that made up my life here, for the simple reason that teachers screen this blog. Sry readers, I'm not usually this careful. But what happened is kinda too private to let random teachers see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can say is, I had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's happening the same way as it did for my O lvls. I had fun for the first quarter, then slug my way through the rest, and finally enjoyed the bitter sweetness as the exams come to a closure. Maybe that's how God works in my life. He gives me a momentary rest and relaxation during the first few months, knowing that it is vital for my final sprint to stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-7912849169437800734?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/7912849169437800734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=7912849169437800734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7912849169437800734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/7912849169437800734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/03/term-1.html' title='Term 1'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4305888275794762013</id><published>2009-03-25T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:02:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find this video very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3XBwVp7Fjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3XBwVp7Fjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4231675591943994157-4305888275794762013?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4305888275794762013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4305888275794762013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4305888275794762013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4305888275794762013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-find-this-video-very-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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-4231675591943994157.post-4520420161297661093</id><published>2009-03-25T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:26:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep disorientation</title><content type='html'>Sleep. Yeah, boring topic. Or so you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having issues waking up on time or even early. Take today for instance. My mum had to wake me up like half an hour before I really wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I did a llittle research on the net for sleep disorder, and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myth: Being late for school is a sign of laziness. Fact: &lt;/b&gt;If a young     person suffers from DSPS, it may have perpetual problems with getting up for     school in time. Those kids are often actually brighter than average and are     by no means lazy. However, their optimum circadian time for intellectual work     comes after the school or even late into the evening. At school they are     drowsy and slow and simply waste their time. If chronotherapy does not help,     parents should consider later school hours or even home-schooling  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then someone told me to sleep in hours of threes to get the maximum benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Mindchamps told me that 10 minutes was the optimum time.&lt;br /&gt;powernapping says it's half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, people who sleep alot aren't smart. WHATTT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231675591943994157-4520420161297661093?l=mylifemygoals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/feeds/4520420161297661093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231675591943994157&amp;postID=4520420161297661093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4520420161297661093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231675591943994157/posts/default/4520420161297661093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifemygoals.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-disorientation.html' title='Sleep disorientation'/><author><name>Flenaris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374731403460874903</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>
