<?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-4678442240958005102</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:25:56.681+08:00</updated><category term='jc'/><category term='blocks'/><category term='reminiscence'/><category term='God'/><category term='studies'/><category term='rants'/><category term='studygroup'/><category term='OG30'/><category term='school'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='misc'/><category term='bleargh'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='09S7G'/><category term='family'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='promos'/><category term='chillout'/><category term='orientation'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='frisbee(:'/><category term='apollo'/><category term='e-learning'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>unfailing love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-8621959915478437720</id><published>2010-02-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:15:20.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xathle.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;moved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8621959915478437720?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8621959915478437720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8621959915478437720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8621959915478437720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8621959915478437720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2010/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2460963568765595542</id><published>2009-09-20T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:38:26.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs29/300W/i/2008/098/a/4/Locked_Heart_by_BitterSweetPill.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs29/300W/i/2008/098/a/4/Locked_Heart_by_BitterSweetPill.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just wish my posts could be selectively locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;I saw us break, I watched us fall, it made no sense to me at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2460963568765595542?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2460963568765595542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2460963568765595542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2460963568765595542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2460963568765595542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-just-wish-my-posts-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-9215975758241134358</id><published>2009-09-11T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:30:50.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/186/f/9/Dreams_by_leeunardo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/186/f/9/Dreams_by_leeunardo.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going a little off tangent. recently i've been having weird dreams, like the night before, i was dreaming of electrophilic substitution. like who in the world dreams of the electrons moving, partial charges forming and the electrophile attacking the electron-rich pi cloud?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last night i had an ever weirder dream! i dreamt.. there was a volleyball court marked out in some classroom -.- i think my pw classroom on friday. totally imaginative right me. then we were playing volleyball with a piece of crushed paper and there was some teacher as referee. there was even a net?! after that idk, suddenly flew back to high school library, and i saw two people there studying, when i don't think both of them have ever been there in their lives. &lt;font color="black"&gt;A and G.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going nuts. yes. must be the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-9215975758241134358?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/9215975758241134358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=9215975758241134358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9215975758241134358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9215975758241134358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-going-little-off-tangent.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-214854478807819766</id><published>2009-09-06T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:52:54.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs7/300W/i/2005/224/1/5/Shattered_Sun_by_gilad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs7/300W/i/2005/224/1/5/Shattered_Sun_by_gilad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know I hate it, don't you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't. it woke me from my sleep months ago, and i still remember if vividly. i do miss the times we've had together, and i just remembered all the times we've spent in the past, till we drifted apart cause of my selfishness. i'm sorry i still can't tell you what it is, and i do wonder if we'll ever share such times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway. i still remember you disliked it, but eventually switched your preference. mugging. sharing. hugs. all these memories from the past, they're still kept with me. but i wonder if you still drop by this place, if you do read this, you'll know who you are, and i can only say i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-214854478807819766?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/214854478807819766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=214854478807819766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/214854478807819766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/214854478807819766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-i-hate-it-dont-you-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7057034996292100375</id><published>2009-08-31T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:30:24.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/081/7/a/7a760dfec7d70271af2bff7236969817.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/081/7/a/7a760dfec7d70271af2bff7236969817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day celebrations :D the concert was quite high cause the emcees were quite entertaining haha :D oh but apparently some crazy fangirl scolded don after the performance cause she said it was degrading her idol lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to high school to visit teachers, but many teachers left for lunch alr D: anyway HAHAHHA. we totally had fun spamming mr chia's table with post-its, he left a few pads there, and we just took and stuck it all over his workplace :D :D :D shall update with a photo once i get from jun an!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we just crashed our old classroom since it wasn't locked, and well, memories. all the stupid stuff we used to do in that room, kicking a sepak tekraw ball like a soccer ball, playing chapteh, practicing ridiculous dance moves, and even constructing a street soccer court with tables and chairs to form the walls. nostalgia struck again when watching our sec 3 performace, it was SO RETARDED HAHAHA. omg. totally no face. with like invented dance moves like million steps, handstand/tap your feet HAHA omg. speechless. and the WAVE :D oh oh oh~~  omg. haha. seriously laughed till my cheeks were sore, and lost my voice for quite a duration too. realised that i haven't laughed this much, and this naturally in ages. makes me miss the times we had, when things weren't so complex, and all there was were friends and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least some of us managed to lunch together, and to lan after that. guess this'll just make us treasure our time more (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7057034996292100375?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7057034996292100375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7057034996292100375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7057034996292100375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7057034996292100375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-celebrations-d-concert-was.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4212449880768545288</id><published>2009-08-26T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:02:51.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/149/1/f/Sleepy_Kitten_by_drsmith.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 208px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/149/1/f/Sleepy_Kitten_by_drsmith.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitten's so cuteeeee. haha i just have a soft spot for kittens i think (: on the way home, i saw a cat resting on the walls of those landed property, it's actually the first time i've seen a cat settled down on the low wall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, my ankle's kinda screwed now. was just kicking the ball around, then did some defending and suddenly the ball hit my leg before i got a firm foothold. as a result, it knocked me off my feet (cause the ball's heavier than normal) and i collapsed on my poor ankle. at least it's fine, just feels mildly weird and unable to rotate. hope it recovers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos promos. they're approaching swiftly yet stealthily, awhile ago there was still more than two months ago. i've just realised i've been super slackish ever since blocks ended, like i've been sleeping in ALOT of lectures, and not doing my tutorials and wasting my time in school. i shall thus, attempt to change for the better. jiayou me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4212449880768545288?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4212449880768545288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4212449880768545288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4212449880768545288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4212449880768545288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/08/kittens-so-cuteeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-405681318247913849</id><published>2009-08-17T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:34:45.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;What can we take on trust&lt;br /&gt;in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness,&lt;br /&gt;pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Euripides, Hecuba&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a long lost friend today. maybe not that long lost, but was definitely great to see her again after many months. she's probably the person i got to know in the shortest time, messaging hundreds of messages after knowing her for three days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, that's all of the past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things around me are beginning to change once again. or perhaps just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-405681318247913849?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/405681318247913849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=405681318247913849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/405681318247913849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/405681318247913849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-can-we-take-on-trust-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1504650846103443127</id><published>2009-08-15T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:00:41.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/f/2009/074/8/a/Happy_medicine_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 280px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/f/2009/074/8/a/Happy_medicine_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. my stomach feels weird and uncomfortable still. i think i'm a victim of food poisoning since yesterday, and it was probably cause i was stupid enough to eat the cake/choco with my bare hands after pe without washing D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having weird tummyaches throughout the day and night, luckily didn't puke much like previous times. didn't eat much too, for fear of regurgitating everything out again. as a result, i have been hungry since last night :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1504650846103443127?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1504650846103443127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1504650846103443127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1504650846103443127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1504650846103443127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/08/bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6643972864265286466</id><published>2009-08-08T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:53:12.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.net/images3/300W/i/2004/107/2/4/tango.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 241px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/images3/300W/i/2004/107/2/4/tango.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA i have returned from teh depths of slothland. i have finally decided to make an effort to update this blog, but whether this thing revives or not, it's to be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nat day celebrations, and welllll. it's totally slack compared to the previous few years of high school, cause the programme is almost equivalent to no program! i spent most of the time playing rush hour on siew's phone anyway, and the twenty levels were solved in just a short timespan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went to acsi today to watch a dance performance and it was quite good i must say. the dance style and genre was different from Dance Night though, there were more modern and contemporary dances in this one. and there were dances which tried to convey the effect of cultural dances, but some weren't that successful. caught up ABIT HAHAHA with pri school friend whom i haven't met in eight years! and also saw friend on stage dancing, wouldn't even have known if crystal didn't tell me! yeah, and the ambience is so much better than our sad cramped auditorium too. was pretty much worth the watch (: saaaadly didn't buy flowers though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate haagen-dazs too (: coooookie chunk. and the themesong for slumdog is stuck in my head once again, it's just way too catchy. think i enjoyed that one best (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6643972864265286466?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6643972864265286466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6643972864265286466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6643972864265286466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6643972864265286466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/08/muahahaha-i-have-returned-from-teh.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8099666301135755193</id><published>2009-07-12T16:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:26:53.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/046/9/e/ultimate_frisbee_2_by_roymata9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/046/9/e/ultimate_frisbee_2_by_roymata9.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, yesterday marked the end of interjc. although we got totally thrashed, coming in last position with 0 scores at all, i can say i truly enjoyed the experience. threw everything i had in some of the games, and it really encouraged me when i was told that i was doing well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the field was horrendous in the morning as it drizzled when all of us arrived at the field. the best thing was that we got the muddier pool, which had mud which we could literally slide on! by the first point, i was muddy alr even without touching the ground at all. (other than my feet of course) haha but i put in all that i had in the rj and acjc games, especially the latter! was totally a morale booster when i managed to tap the disc to d kelvyn (who attempted a dive and knocked portia into a puddle HAHAHA), plus they nominated me best player yay :D :D /edit: okay i keep thinking that previous sentence makes me sound horribly ego and proud, but i think it really provided a source of encouragement, else i wouldn't even remember it no? i'm not an egoistic person, usually i'm kidding :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus, our team A claimed third position which ended with a spectacular layout by sijie, and pearlyn got an mvp award so the day ended in rather high spirits (: celebrated after that at vivo with b&amp;j which raphael treated us to and played murderer and bought food blahblahblah. reached home dead beat and collapsed on the bed. heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it marked the end of their official frisbee career for the j2s, so technically it was our last time playing with them as a team. now they belong to the alumni (old) hohoho. however, this means we'll have more coaches next year, meaning that we'll each receive a higher average attention to guide us on to improve. come to think of it, i wonder what the intake for next year's j1s will be. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i just remembered on the way home, i was sleeping on the train. then i dreamt of flicking, and i hucked! so my stupid brain made my hand jerk not once, but TWICE while asleep HAHA. so paiseh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8099666301135755193?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8099666301135755193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8099666301135755193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8099666301135755193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8099666301135755193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/07/aye-yesterday-marked-end-of-interjc.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7211572465741116908</id><published>2009-07-07T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:53:41.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-learning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/089/e/7/__Closed____by_trocker.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/089/e/7/__Closed____by_trocker.jpg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: mu·tu·al &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \ˈmyü-chə-wəl, -chəl, -chü-əl; ˈmyüch-wəl\ &lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a: directed by each toward the other or the others &lt;mutual affection&gt; b: having the same feelings one for the other &lt;they had long been mutual enemies&gt; c: &lt;b&gt;shared in common &lt;enjoying their mutual hobby&gt;&lt;/b&gt; d: joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the benefit of someone who apparently doesn't understand the meaning of mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-learning today was quite crappy. honestly, the e-learning we had in high school was a million times better than what we had, with so much more effort put in to make sure that everything was in working condition. they even employed the use of special programs to make learning more interactive and fun, rather than just throw you a pile of documents to ask you to read. then they ask you to "take it seriously". haha aiya i think my expectations are overly high, but it wasn't that bad except for the freaking thing which left me annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7211572465741116908?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7211572465741116908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7211572465741116908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7211572465741116908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7211572465741116908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/07/main-entry-mutual-pronunciation-myu-ch.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-9137588587841321913</id><published>2009-07-04T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:28:13.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/017/e/7/Domino_by_TwistedInside.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 276px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/017/e/7/Domino_by_TwistedInside.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh look. blocks are over, and yeah, i don't know but it hasn't really set in yet i think. for the past weeks, i've been frantically mugging from day till night (or attempting to at least), and all of a sudden, i'm done with everything. for now at least. i feel so tempted to just pick up a file and just start reading again, cause it's just unnatural to be sitting here and slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get up right now, to play my heart out, to just run amock and tour places i haven't been to which are new. but somehow my heart's still heavy, as if i was still being crushed by the weight of blocks. and this post sounds horrible emoish argh, i don't even know why! i should be all cheery and joyous now that the dreading blocks have passed. like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO :D AREN'T YOU PEOPLE TOTALLY GLAD BLOCKS ARE FINALLY OVER HAHAHAA ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i mixed an apple up from a pear today :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-9137588587841321913?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/9137588587841321913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=9137588587841321913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9137588587841321913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9137588587841321913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooh-look.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6661711516927727066</id><published>2009-07-01T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:28:32.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs39/300W/f/2008/321/a/2/a205c391e4104c00a0a361c5c34f0605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs39/300W/f/2008/321/a/2/a205c391e4104c00a0a361c5c34f0605.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally detest this side of myself. the freaking competitive side. to tell the truth, i'm studying for bio right now, because i don't wanna lose to others. i've probably put in more effort in subjects i'm better in, than those i'm weak in. it's such a superficial.. thing. don't know what to fill in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love bio as a subject, but right now, i'm not studying for blocks for the love of it, but only because i don't wanna lose out. i am a freaking sore loser omg. hate hate hate it. i should just give up right now, cause i don't think it'll make much of a difference cramming several hundred pages of information into my cramped brain would make much of a difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Contentment is trusting God in the toughest times.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6661711516927727066?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6661711516927727066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6661711516927727066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6661711516927727066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6661711516927727066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-totally-detest-this-side-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8573358165116563344</id><published>2009-07-01T18:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:50:39.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs12/300W/i/2006/277/d/4/Books_by_ELEK_triK.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs12/300W/i/2006/277/d/4/Books_by_ELEK_triK.jpg" border="3" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i observed that quite a few people start each blogpost with a photo, and i think it's quite cool so i shall start i think. if i can be bothered to keep searching for new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the middle of blocks already, and i should be like desperately mugging and tying up loose ends of bio, which include more than 80% of it .__. i'll just have to mug hard for important topics, and scan through the less important ones. not that i'm optimistic about the results of blocks, i hope they take their time to release the results so we can have more playtime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like eating dinner while i type this too. i'm quite dead cause i realise how much more i have to study, and math tomorrow is probably another killer for me. OH WELL. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8573358165116563344?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8573358165116563344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8573358165116563344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8573358165116563344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8573358165116563344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-i-observed-that-quite-few-people.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-719061300562806424</id><published>2009-06-27T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:14:18.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last priority, ain't i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-719061300562806424?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/719061300562806424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=719061300562806424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/719061300562806424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/719061300562806424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-priority-aint-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-9164751113191078538</id><published>2009-06-25T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:16:35.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH LOOK. after 55.5 days without a phone, i am finally contactable again :D yes i've finally replaced my sim card so all you people who have missed messaging me can do so freely again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha blocks are nearing, deb just told me it's only three days away omg. so scary. i think it'll be quite fun actually to stayover at someone's house which is nearer to school so i can mug later into the night and spend less time travelling. plus can mug together and offer help to each other too! anyone wants to invite me to their house (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-9164751113191078538?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/9164751113191078538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=9164751113191078538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9164751113191078538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9164751113191078538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-look.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5183643997924927156</id><published>2009-06-22T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:11:18.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking sianned now. don't feel like talking to anyone now. haven't reached this low since ages i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5183643997924927156?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/5183643997924927156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=5183643997924927156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5183643997924927156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5183643997924927156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-sianned-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4234512696258623531</id><published>2009-06-21T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:44:34.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs12/300W/i/2006/269/0/c/Fork_In_The_Road_by_newjersey34.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           OR&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs6/300W/i/2005/116/9/8/Fork_by_intangiblesoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel's so inspirational. idk but i felt like tearing after he spoke to us D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i realised i've been back from retreat and stuff alr but haven't felt up to blogging. don't think i'll blog about retreat and the past week, just too lazy, but basically last week's summed up into frisbee, mug, play, sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4234512696258623531?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4234512696258623531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4234512696258623531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4234512696258623531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4234512696258623531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/or-joels-so-inspirational.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2772524572761506480</id><published>2009-06-08T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:42:03.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off to retreat in a few hours, where i get to enjoy comfy beds and the word of God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the expense of several things though :/ oh well! no idea what to expect there &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2772524572761506480?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-4678442240958005102.post-7886365341232002558</id><published>2009-06-06T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:15:47.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>collected new specs today :D it's whiteeeee and hui says it's aa! but i think it's quite nice, just that hmm. it's abit different from my old specs so it'll take abit of time to adjust i think. plus i can see more of the frames from the corners of my eyes cause it's kinda wider at that part of the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a break today and played mahjong (: beginner's luck occurred today for someone! in the end i lost quite alot, not unusual (oops double negative) considering i usually get a net loss in value of chips after the end of several rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today's quite an ominous day. 6th june, saturday. and i saw a car number plate with 666 D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7886365341232002558?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7886365341232002558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7886365341232002558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7886365341232002558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7886365341232002558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/collected-new-specs-today-d-its.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4324771039829480978</id><published>2009-06-01T04:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:09:30.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool, i'm still up! feels good to stay up after sleeping relatively early during schooldays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2119706233510714262</id><published>2009-06-01T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:12:17.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh lookie, i haven't updated for quite awhile now! but causecause i've been busy mugging for the two tests i had midweek, and dad came back from shenzhen so after workshop on sat, went to singapore flyer cause aunt managed to get seven free tickets for family day. then i had meeting after that too, so basically i'm only free now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i just realised i totally forgot about this blogpost and was tagging photos. i suck right omg. okay i just finished tagging and uploading all the frisbee photos after filtering. sadly i don't know how to process them yet, but i'll be learning how to next week during retreat (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer league was today, and it was our first win HAHAHA. okay it was against SIM and we only won cause of the j2s. we basically fed when the team comprised mainly of j1s. final score was 13-10, quite a good game i think, just insufficient play time for each person due to the large number of people who turned up on the first week on holidays. ah well, it's 2.10 and i've spent hours ever since the beginning of this post. i don't know what to do tomorrow, i don't feel like mugging on the very first weekday of the holidays, but i have to start soon D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and someone told me that we've bumped into each other everyday, and that it was a blessing. totally made my day with the comment (: doubt you read this but thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2119706233510714262?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2119706233510714262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2119706233510714262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2119706233510714262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2119706233510714262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-lookie-i-havent-updated-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2220893669926992721</id><published>2009-05-20T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:13:55.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>csm today was full of rubbish again, no different from the past four years (: just that we didn't have a nice classroom to hide in anymore this year, since we no longer belong to high school, thus us fris people ended up wandering around different parts of the school searching for forms of entertainment, in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite entertaining when we were standing at the first floor of block A and melvin just exclaimed that someone managed to sneak into the classroom. then the poor npcc guy asked us to move to a side so we wouldnt block the door and went in to check.. to find an empty class :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our best attempt was block D classrooms, where we nearly made it unnoticed, but someone just happened to find us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npcc: what are you all doing here?&lt;br /&gt;us: -stone-&lt;br /&gt;npcc: -stone-&lt;br /&gt;us: -stone-&lt;br /&gt;npcc: -stone-&lt;br /&gt;us: -stone-&lt;br /&gt;npcc: -slams door to fetch backup-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite epic cause he really didn't know how to react, and by some form of telekinesis, we all decided to stone and not react at all! of course we weren't that dumb to remain in the class after he left, so we just sat outside of the same class along the corridor, which turned out to be legal -.- how retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flicked along the grass patch for awhile after we stoned for too long. OH AND PLAYED WITH DSLRs HAHA OMG THEY'RE TOTALLY LOVE AHHH. yangxuan was totally running from me and i used it as a tool to chase the npccs away too :DDD ah well. okay i suddenly don't feel like finishing up this post. bye. poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2220893669926992721?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2220893669926992721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2220893669926992721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2220893669926992721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2220893669926992721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/05/csm-today-was-full-of-rubbish-again-no.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-9150964342122693621</id><published>2009-05-18T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:08:47.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fluuu. the flu annoys me. it all started when i koped some nutella ice cream from qihao, and i stupidly forgot he was sick. only after i stuffed it in my mouth, did he remind me he was sick -.- now i have a weird burning sensation at the back of my throat accompanied with small amounts of phlegm, as well as a runny nose! so don't steal my food if you dont wanna get sick :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the volleyball team today, apparently it's the first time they've entered finals, and they clinched the gold ((: some of the spikes/services were really sweet, but it was even better to watch the players throw everything they have just to save the ball from the ground! haha it's something special which every ball sports person will understand, but not something which everyone is able to appreciate, the extent at which a player/sportsman will give up just to fight for the ball. reminds me of my polo days heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and so i'm back home early again. don't wanna think about math nor econs, can't be bothered with it since it's past already. i wanna catch up with people! holidays holidays quick come x)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1813079006294565880</id><published>2009-05-10T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:54:32.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohoho, got back not long ago from the acsi frisbee championships thing. it was a good experience playing with better teams, and quite heartening to see my team improve logarithmically with each passing game (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning was quite screwed up cause they deliberately organised us such that we would burn each other by playing against our own teams in the first few rounds of prelims. we started off kinda messy with just weird timings for cuts, and jamming up our available space in the already puny field. bad start and won 2-1 against team 4 thankfully, and improved just a little bit against team 3, with a score of 3-1. jiajie scored a point spectacularly by turning on his toes like a ballet dancer for 180 degrees when i threw a bad throw, and he landed on the ground with the disc :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real games only started when we played against rj though. i think that was really our best game, with much prettier cuts and handling. i scored two by layouts, although kinda got lucky with them. totally felt like an acrobat by lunging forwards, and even doing a mid-air forward somersault for the second point to save it before it left end zone. still lost 3-2, but was a splendid morale booster since it was an rj team :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got totally thrashed 6-0 and 4-0 by acjc teams though, but they were rather good, especially the first ac team which eventually won the whole tournament. the other wasn't that great, but we just messed up our defence. okay getting slightly lazy to analyse the matches. overall it was a good experience though, and learnt quite abit about skills required by deeps from huanzi. might seem a little insane but.. i'm sort of aiming to be a deep with a 100% catch rate no matter what, so i guess i'll have to work hard for it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calf still hurts from the cramp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;just remembered about the theft cases. i don't know why retarded people are so desperate as to steal bags and second-hand frisbees. if i'm not wrong, there was a total of three bags and seven frisbees missing. who in the world steals bags anyway, even if you steal just take the valuables and leave the bag behind? and jasmine's disc disappeared too, so we've decided we'll order a new disc for her since she's been so kind as to loan us her disc to mutilate in central plaza all this while &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1813079006294565880?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1813079006294565880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1813079006294565880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1813079006294565880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1813079006294565880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/05/hohoho-got-back-not-long-ago-from-acsi.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7011586271785783010</id><published>2009-05-06T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:37:07.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09S7G'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm i feel quite at a loss now. i'm back home before the sun sets for the first time in.. three months or so. in other words, i've been staying back in school ever since orientation! well, it's kinda irresistable since the class bench system thing totally promotes interaction between people, and i enjoy loitering around school looking for other friends to mug/play/flick/slack with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think i've made like a million new friends just by crashing benches and wings, cause i decided to randomly say hi to friends' friends. then there's fris too, where us j1s are totally nuts over flicking in central plaza and the ends of the two wings, or the field when it's not that hot. it totally keeps us in school for hours, sometimes for a period of time equivalent or even longer than training! passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really don't know what i should do now, i lack motivation to do work since i usually do work only in school before i come home to slack. plus today is like the usually stay till very late day, since mum has class and won't be back till around ten plus after she leaves for class. dang, i should ask someone out now to like mug with me through the night then come home later or something, else i suspect i'm just going to waste the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. i just got back from iluma anyway, it's quite a pretty place but rather empty like the newspaper said! half the class went to filmgarde to watch &lt;i&gt;X Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/i&gt;, and it wasn't that bad. the special effects were good (: but the ending was kinda sad imo. watch it yourself, no spoilers here! the peranakan museum prior to the movie was quite pointless, as we just went about as a class not absorbing anything at all, but just making imprints of stuff like dragons and phoenixes, and taking photos. at least it was a break from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for b&amp;j now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7011586271785783010?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7011586271785783010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7011586271785783010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7011586271785783010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7011586271785783010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-i-feel-quite-at-loss-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5833488502115817461</id><published>2009-05-03T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:17:07.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got my cleats on saturday after bio lecture on sat morning and after an hour of pool. woke up slightly late, thought i'd be late for lecture but i made it in time, or at least just about a min late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only say it was much much better than normal lectures cause it's half an hour longer, thus the pacing's slower (: but there was a stupid guy beside me whom i shall not name. he came in late, made someone his scapegoat. then he like pulled my bag away from the seat unceremoniously so that he could sit there and hide. i wouldn't have minded half as much if he didn't start chatting to me all the time, or whipping out his handphone to play and didn't even bother bringing his notes. he even asked me why i'm so hardworking as to copy the blanks wth. and i bet he didn't brush his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fris was after that, we were taught zonal def which was quite fail imo, cause it was rushed and wasn't taught properly =/ plus we don't exactly have the right fitness level to maintain the cup formation. played pool, off form as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with siewying and e-hui. walked around the whole queensway shopping centre and an hour and a half passed without me noticing! finally decided on this red and black pair which was $35, a steal for adidas (: siewying got the same pair too cause her gold one didn't have her size! we saw millions of other nice shoes too, which made me determined to sdtart saving money so i can buy nice shoes for going out (: the baby shoes were super cute too, but just a ripoff!(they cost more than my new pair of boots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was summerleague's opening game so i decided to go for it even after telling daryl that i wouldn't be participating. we played in a pond O: and everytime the disc landed, there would be spectacular splashes :D basically we were like what, just a step away from wading in the pond and playing! pretty layouts included jiawei sliding into a puddle, and the guy from the other team lunging into the water heh heh. plus someone there was doing layouts like how a soccer keeper lunges to make saves! we lost 6-10, but was considerably well-played and an invaluable experience (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side noteee. i think i should work harder to be even more sensitive. totally detest being dense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5833488502115817461?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/5833488502115817461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=5833488502115817461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5833488502115817461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5833488502115817461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-my-cleats-on-saturday-after-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1019912459144183620</id><published>2009-05-01T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:27:01.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your word shredded me apart. the story, incomplete, was just torn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how to patch things up with you, i really wish to. just wished you'd only talk to me again, even if it were merely another word. i miss the conversations we had, the times spent, they're all treasured but kept within. sentimental you may say, but you're just important. without you, there's just a void which can't be filled by anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, just talk to me again? cause i miss you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just won't come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1019912459144183620?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1019912459144183620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1019912459144183620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1019912459144183620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1019912459144183620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-word-shredded-me-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1969903969987927248</id><published>2009-04-19T12:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:56:56.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha omg i'm quite happy now after cell cause my cell kids were so full of nonsense (: although there were only three of them today, they didn't fail to make my day today. for the first time, they volunteered to read verses and they totally made the lesson way more interesting with their rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i wanted to upload this long ago, but i always never found time to. now, as a form of appreciation, i shall take time off my 192 pages of bio notes which i have not touched to display some of their incredible artwork (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANIEL 7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;   "The first was like a lion, and it had the wings of an eagle. I watched until its wings were torn off and it was lifted from the ground so that it stood on two feet like a man, and the heart of a man was given to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/Photo-0009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5&lt;/i&gt;   "And there before me was a second beast, which looked like a bear. It was raised up on one of its sides, and it had three ribs in its mouth between its teeth. It was told, 'Get up and eat your fill of flesh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6&lt;/i&gt;   "After that, I looked, and there before me was another beast, one that looked like a leopard. And on its back it had four wings like those of a bird. This beast had four heads, and it was given authority to rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7&lt;/i&gt;   "After that, in my vision at night I looked, and there before me was a fourth beast—terrifying and frightening and very powerful. It had large iron teeth; it crushed and devoured its victims and trampled underfoot whatever was left. It was different from all the former beasts, and it had ten horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1969903969987927248?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1969903969987927248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1969903969987927248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1969903969987927248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1969903969987927248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha-omg-im-quite-happy-now-after-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4161737502838569346</id><published>2009-04-18T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:12:33.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i'm so stressed now. stupid PI, i'm redo-ing it for the third time already, and i bet the result of the next PI will be just as bad as the first two, a clear fail. a D grade. i'm so sorry i spent zero effort into thinking and brainstorming for it, trying desperately to find a suitable topic to submit for drafts. that was totally why i spent so many days thinking of a topic, doing multiple PIs halfway before ditching it because i found it unsatisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i don't bother about PW at all, cause i really didn't spend any effort into doing my drafts. which is why i totally deserve all your praises when you said my draft was a clear example of someone who didn't put in any effort and bother to do my work properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have a bio lecture test on monday, which is 10% of my grades and consists of five chapters. and i'm still thinking of how to do my PI. totally proves i don't put in any effort for PW, doesn't it? and all the 'positive attitude' i had when i approached you after lessons to ask you for your comments were all a façade, weren't they (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help i just did something stupid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4161737502838569346?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4161737502838569346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4161737502838569346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4161737502838569346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4161737502838569346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-im-so-stressed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2903245449513879069</id><published>2009-04-12T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:17:47.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause when i'm falling, i desperately grab hold of the railing. yet it snaps, leaving me cut and more wounded than before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2903245449513879069?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2903245449513879069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2903245449513879069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2903245449513879069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2903245449513879069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-when-im-falling-and-i-desperately.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8481640473458892139</id><published>2009-04-11T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:21:39.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm went for frisbee outing yesterday, it was supposed to start at 11am @ ECP but i was kinda feeling lazy and had to do stuffs at home too so i only left at around 2.45 to head there. it ended up raining heavily halfway, so i met them at parkway instead. luckily i called xinmei before attempting to walk there, else i would be stranded alone in the rain at ecp while they made their way to parkway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing much actually, but was more of the company (: played pool, had relatively acceptable form so was quite enjoyable. my table had weijie, jiajie and oli, and it was super funny HAHA. weijie's was like the king of all the flukes, no matter how he hit the cue ball, a ball will go in :D the most spectacular one was when he did a shot against the rail, and the cue ball rebounded to hit another to cut cleanly into the middle hole, we were totally.. stunned. it was like a ninety degree cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was dinner at a random isolated corner of parkway. all of us split up to buy food since we couldn't come to a consensus, and i ended up binging again heh. beef noodles, cheesecake, choco, sotong balls and a litre of vitasoy. left slightly before nine, and i abandoned the rest and rushed down to catch the hourly shuttle bus back to sengkang, since i didn't feel like taking 43 home. should have more random outings like these, and to those who couldn't make it, have to make it next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, the hcult played the spot the difference game and we managed to break into the highscores. we're registered as Bad Name, since hcult was rejected (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8481640473458892139?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8481640473458892139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8481640473458892139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8481640473458892139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8481640473458892139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/04/mm-went-for-frisbee-outing-yesterday-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-3137625110015401055</id><published>2009-04-06T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:15:21.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO YOU FAITHFUL READERS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for not abandoning my blog even though i haven't updated in weeks cause i've been totally packed and had my hands tied down! okay it's not like i'm very free now but i'm going to update just for you! yes you, stop looking around, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a happy happy day, i don't know why, but it just is! maybe it's cause i didn't have sufficient sleep and am deluded and hypnotized into believing it's a great day today (: it started off with econs timed assignment which i didn't finish but not really bothered about it since it's past already, and my essay horribly lacked diagrams. then lessons, lectures, blahblah. amazingly, i've never forgotten to bring my lecture notes to school before (cause i never ever take them out HAHA) but today i forgot to bring two sets of notes, namely chem and econs! thus, the two lectures were spent doing nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthen, i fell asleep during chem tutorial cause the weather was so nice to sleep :\ it was raining heavily outside, with the aircon on and depressing class tests results, factors contributing to a sleepy me :D the rain was rather depressing anyway, so i decided to binge abit, although the food the canteen sells is hardly even filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i originally wanted to go home early, but frisbee and chess made me change my mind (: the rain eventually stopped too, and the sun came out so my mood was slightly better toooo. then.. i had candy (: and tried juggling and entertaining myself till it was almost six already. and i still have PI to do and complete by tonight so submit for first draft (: random factfile! my PI which i spent the whole day thinking of was rejected :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and council elections are tomorrow, i don't know what to expect. heh heh :D AND I HAD BEN &amp; JERRY'S OMG HAHAHAHA :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3137625110015401055?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-3057705602685235444</id><published>2009-03-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:11:22.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this round of holidays have been the worst ever, i suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since monday night, after a rather boring and unentertaining disease workshop, i arrived home to discover myself feverish and sick all the way till thursday morning. which totally sucked cause it spoiled my holidays and clashed and ruined my chance to go for edwin's housewarming and ct sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of it just makes me boil again. zz. and yes so i haven't stepped out of the house in the name of fun this whole holidays, and chem test's tomorrow and i'm just starting to mug for it. wonderful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you and you, no matter what, i'll be here for you. i'm just a phone call/text away (: and to you whom i haven't spoken in ages, i'm sorry but i'll catch up with you soon yes, sorry i've been neglecting and casting you aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3057705602685235444?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3057705602685235444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3057705602685235444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3057705602685235444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3057705602685235444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-this-round-of-holidays-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-828163661493937873</id><published>2009-03-18T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:03:28.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shoo fever, get lost already, you're spoiling my fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;throat infection, estimated recovery: another two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-828163661493937873?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/828163661493937873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=828163661493937873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/828163661493937873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/828163661493937873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoo-fever-get-lost-already-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1753079144466809110</id><published>2009-03-14T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:54:49.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly i feel as if there's an absence of something. it's creating a black hole within me and sucking everything along with it, but i just can't pinpoint what it is D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1753079144466809110?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1753079144466809110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1753079144466809110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1753079144466809110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1753079144466809110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/03/suddenly-i-feel-as-if-theres-absence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6615644826697231196</id><published>2009-03-14T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:14:06.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09S7G'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>glad that it's finally the march holidays! although it really isn't much of a holiday since my week is quite packed, nonetheless, i'm quite thankful for the break after these few weeks of hectic activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been loading us with a never-ending(limits :D) pile of work to do ever since the first week of orientation ended! since then, it's been the routine stay back in school till evening/night to do tutorials/mug and go home for dinner. almost every single night, i come home totally exhausted and end up falling asleep on the floor! i hope i don't burn out eventually, cause i think studying in school is much much more productive than doing so at home, and it's much nicer than home too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, updates! time has flashed past, tests have arrived already, loads of activities too! post-orientation party, dramafeste (which was kinda disappointing), frisbee, etc etc. birthday celebrations, x-country, study groups, and loads of other fun but exhaustive activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays will be packed toooo. monday and tuesday are booked by the disease workshop in school. wednesday's reserved for frisbee in the morning, edwin's housewarming till evening/night, and stayover and jieqi's house which will drag till thursday (: then there's frisbee once again on friday, and not sure if i should go out on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i think i should start on my homework soon yes, cause looking at my schedule, i probably will have hardly any time to do work at all =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6615644826697231196?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6615644826697231196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6615644826697231196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6615644826697231196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6615644826697231196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/03/glad-that-its-finally-march-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4844410486028371861</id><published>2009-03-11T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:35:50.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally understand what it means, when one says it hurts so much that you can't even breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"cause only certain people have the right to breaking your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and only they have the power in making it whole. &lt;br /&gt;cause you entrust so much to them,&lt;br /&gt;they either make, or break you."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4844410486028371861?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4844410486028371861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4844410486028371861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4844410486028371861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4844410486028371861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-understand-what-it-means-when.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1520988903455289086</id><published>2009-02-27T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:12:58.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OG30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apollo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apollo won today. (: spirits were high, we were totally record-breakers this year! winning three of five events this year, this means that the fac shield is ours to keep again :D what's really amazing is that we won the two which apollo never won before, the banner and performance, and we broke the drought and won the fac dance too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed was mass dancing and cheers and blahblah, my voice is hoarse now, since i already had a sore throat. totally didn't help that i helped to finish two tubs of island creamery ice cream when we went to serene as an og! wasn't as excited as our first og outing, probably cause we were simply stoning and about half the og weren't there since they prioritised ct over og D: connect four proved to be a good source of entertainment while marcus, huimei and i stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior treat junior's tomorrow. hopefully it'll be fun. sentosaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit:&lt;br /&gt;i'll explain in detail in another blogpost next time i guess. being chased to shower now. ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up towards the starry night, how i wish you were just here by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1520988903455289086?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1520988903455289086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1520988903455289086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1520988903455289086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1520988903455289086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/apollo-won-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2389824906530379738</id><published>2009-02-24T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:57:02.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions of thoughts ran through my mind during this timeframe of writing this blogpost. yet none of them were able to describe my thoughts, nor my feelings, thus a simple hi will suffice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2389824906530379738?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2389824906530379738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2389824906530379738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2389824906530379738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2389824906530379738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6314706966864276054</id><published>2009-02-23T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:43:20.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apollo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i shouldn't be insane and practicing and attempting to make my dance moves nicer when it's already past midnight. i end up having to shower a second time at 12.30 and thus i'm still awake right now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i? after all this year's fac dances all seem really good, and it's gonna be tough competition :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6314706966864276054?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6314706966864276054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6314706966864276054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6314706966864276054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6314706966864276054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-158905777497642695</id><published>2009-02-21T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:10:37.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studygroup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think some of you will think i'm crazy, but i'm enjoying doing work x) maybe it's cause of the nice company i have in school, crazy people who stay back with me till around six daily to just do homework and mug :D it's really nonsensical, it provides loads of humour and entertainment, albeit distracting at times. but sometimes it's really productive and so much is done in those hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, my appetite has been steadily declining the past weeks, although i don't know why. i think it's just the fatigue from school which kills my appetite, and i really don't feel like eating much when i reach home everyday =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-158905777497642695?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/158905777497642695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=158905777497642695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/158905777497642695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/158905777497642695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-some-of-you-will-think-im-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7812172692070624099</id><published>2009-02-15T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:44:30.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09S7G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apollo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA CAMPFIRE WAS HIGH. totally rocked. it's probably the most grand campfire opening i've seen, there were torches of each of the four faculties lit in their own colours (artemis's couldn't light but that's not the point). images koped courtesy of o8s6v seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn106/hci08s6v/dompapa%202009/DSCF1144.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the fireball/flame was dropped from tian tang into the beacon to light the main campfire (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In9dx_uPbPc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In9dx_uPbPc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that dominic went to light the theme for the year up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn106/hci08s6v/dompapa%202009/DSCF1151.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the campfire was really really a spectacular display, and thanks for the effort put in to make it possible (: i think i had the most fun in my life on that day! i totally cheered till i got a headache, screamed for the fun of it,and mass danced! (: the best thing was that apollo made history that night by claiming double champions, something our seniors have never done!! presenting our class flag/banner, which won :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn106/hci08s6v/dompapa%202009/DSCF1092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a14 won the performance as well, and i still found the original uneditted version more entertaining, but i guess it was less appropriate to be shown to the whole school! they did a fantastic job as well, and apollo was totally HIGH HAHA after the results were announced :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a really big thank you to all organizers and councillors and behind-the-sceners :D orientation '09 was a blast, and there would probably be nothing else like it. REV IT UP! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7812172692070624099?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7812172692070624099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7812172692070624099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7812172692070624099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7812172692070624099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-campfire-was-high.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn106/hci08s6v/dompapa%202009/th_DSCF1144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-28442038325276836</id><published>2009-02-12T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:44:58.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09S7G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apollo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wargame's video was cool! it kinda served its purpose and revved everyone up, making people excited about it (: one word to sum it up would be: EXHAUSTIVE. it was fun in a certain sense, although not so fun for the girls i think cause i heard some people got groped =/ and yes it was extremely tiring cause i was running about tackling the runners trying to penetrate our human wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't win in the end, but what i really loved was the apollo spirit present, like when there were people infiltrating, it took only one shout of 'defence' to get the whole wall re-organized (: indeed, we did fight well! only that the talk after the end was extremely draggy, and everyone was worn out and being fried by the sun while the councillor was still happily calling for photos and chatting away D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sodache was after campfire prep, and hopefully our performance turns out well. it (performance) seems really impressive and something only a musically inclined class can do! i totally died and ran out of steam, so i was stoned &gt;&lt; sorry partner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-28442038325276836?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/28442038325276836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=28442038325276836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/28442038325276836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/28442038325276836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/wargames-video-was-cool-it-kinda-served.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5741346999088066758</id><published>2009-02-11T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:56:44.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit nelson ong you're the most stupid person who ever existed in this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5741346999088066758?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/5741346999088066758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=5741346999088066758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5741346999088066758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/5741346999088066758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/shit-nelson-ong-youre-most-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6712128552573181731</id><published>2009-02-10T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:15:33.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09S7G'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o9s7g is crazy i tell you. we're probably the most high and enthu apollo class! well, the girls in our class are like super enthusiastic about everything, even during yesterday when it was our very first day as a CT, they didn't hold back anything to cheer as well! then there's the guys as well, although i don't know anyone of them personally at first, we've mingled and mixed around and i realised that they're actually quite humorous (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ct games were quite alright again, it was mainly the people who made it fun, and not the games (: was a good chance to bond with the class i guess, with alot of nonsense appearing midway, like guys running ahead and hiding in the bushes :X in fact, our class was so on that we decided to run back to school from the botanical gardens, and another apollo class copied us and ran too! apparently i was really hot (pun not intended ;D) that jun an could totally feel the heat emitting from within me! he was complaining that one side was perspiring while the other side was cool -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh haha. i've only completed four of nine pages of summarized notes, and i've given up. i'm going insane already, it's a totally impossible task! let there be mercy upon me tomorrow morning D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: a really big thank you to those who were alongside supporting me while i was frying my brains, continually pushing and spurring me on! i appreciate your sacrifices, and am touched (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6712128552573181731?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6712128552573181731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6712128552573181731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6712128552573181731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6712128552573181731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/o9s7g-is-crazy-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8507261024499552832</id><published>2009-02-09T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:34:17.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day in CT groupings, the day started off quite successfully with the celebration of deanna's birthday (: we surprised her early in the morning, although it was a little chaotic cause we were trying to get her to close her eyes while mao forgot the matches/lighter, so we went to spc to buy one! she was pleasantly surprised i think, and received a card and sunflower -ahem- (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sorted out into 09S7G, quite a nice class i guess :D we're all SUPER ENTHU, especially the girls who were really really competitive and ready to go. we didn't even have to motivate anyone and everyone was already busy running from place to place during the CT games! still abit reserved i guess, but nothing two years can't open (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a tiring day. why are we so prooo, we are apollo.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8507261024499552832?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8507261024499552832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8507261024499552832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8507261024499552832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8507261024499552832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-in-ct-groupings-day-started.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4588783007362786222</id><published>2009-02-06T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:29:57.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OG30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>orientation in OGs was a BLAST (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started off hesitant in my OG, rather quiet and just being bored and whatever nonsense. it didn't help that icebreakers were quite a failure too, with most games being quite common/lame, and there were no forfeits prepared earlier on! games which involve forfeits but have no forfeits prepared are quite sian. at least we had edwin and karl, who were full of nonsense and void of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was OG games, i forgot what they were already. OH HAHA EAGLECHICKENEGG (: we didn't perform well scorewise, but i think the games really brought closer together as an OG. i could totally feel the boost in morale after our first win! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I AM FEELING SUPER LAZY NOW TO BLOG. basically then there's cca orientation as well, where i'm debating between harmoc, frisbee and photography. and thursday friday was wet games :D it was the wettest wet games i've ever played, partially cause they pour water on you with a pail or hose you down. i think the most fun one was still the slippery slope, where you pair up with another person of opposite gender and tie your wrists, and climb up a soapy slope! FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we had OG dinner @ pizza hut and then off to pool (: it was really a great week spent together with OG30, and nothing words can truly describe. ♥ OG30! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4588783007362786222?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4588783007362786222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4588783007362786222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4588783007362786222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4588783007362786222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-in-ogs-was-blast-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2171737752802615882</id><published>2009-01-30T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:21:59.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weeks of non-official school reopening has finally passed, and we've been bombed with loads of lectures daily, although with lengthy breaks in between. lectures have proven to be rather useful so far i guess, at least they've motivated me to start revision and to catch up with work which i've long forgotten, no matter how useless they might turn up to be. i'm still hoping this will keep up, so i'll be able to perservere till the end of two years with good results (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a day off from school as well, probably cause of posting results. however, all the bio olympiad people had to go visit the zoo early in the morning when everyone, animals included, were all sleepy D: i lazed in bed for fifteen minutes, causing everyone to wait for me :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached the zoo at 0810, which was even earlier than the zoo's opening hours. it didn't help that when our half of the group was heading around to the proboscis monkey, all of them were still asleep somewhere and out of sight. fortunately, some animals were already awoken, thus it wasn't that monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we were privileged enough to visit the usually out-of-bound areas of the zoo, namely the animal kitchen and the animal hospital/research centre. was quite cool i guess, possibly the most interesting portion of the visit itself. i'll describe the place here, since photography was banned within the premises &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital's only used for smaller animals, although animals as large as a leopard have been brought in before. the animals are sedated with isoflurane, before treated their wounds in the surgical theatre. the door is supposed to be shut at all times to keep whatever germs inside within, and to prevent other bacteria to be brought in. the irony was that the door was opened for us to peek within, which is totally the same thing as walking in :X (OMG thank God for blogger's autosave, else this would have totally disappeared when i accidentally went back) oh, and there's an xray room as well, where the images can be stored in an internal database in the computer as well for easy reference. in other words, it's just like our hospitals (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a post-mortem room, where the vets investigate the cause of death. two animals died today, while another three died during the CNY period! apparently they have this whiteboard where they update the gender, species and id (if any) of the animal, and the cause of the death. there was this poor bird which crash landed head first and died, possibly cause its neck broke D: the fridge where they store the carcasses was also opened for us just to take a peek, and the smell was rather pungent, and could be smelt even from outside the PM room. apparently the internal organs under suspicion will have a small fraction sliced off, before being imbued with wax and further thinning it to be able to be scrutinized under the microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal wards (segregated cages) were also present. there was this cute cotton top tamarin inside one, and it was running around D: apparently it was reared illegally by an owner, and so it thought itself to be a human. when the owner found it too difficult to rear and donated it to the zoo, it couldn't blend in with its peers, thus it had to be isolated D: poor thing. some cages also have movable walls, for larger and more dangerous animals like lions. this wall allows the vet to investigate and apply medication to the animals, without the risk of being attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, there was also a viewing gallery which provided a birds-eye view of the hospital, as well as some information on the type of darts for tranquilizers for different animals, as well as vaccination and other random rubbish (: after i reached back to school, i totally had no appetite so i nibbled some lunch and ko-ed on the way home :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2171737752802615882?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2171737752802615882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2171737752802615882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2171737752802615882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2171737752802615882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-weeks-of-non-official-school.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7606680050175283382</id><published>2009-01-28T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:40:41.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i don't title my posts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this and repost it with the title:&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done — out of the 132 stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;( ) Taken Pain Killers (Tylenol counts)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone mudding (offroading)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;( ) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;( ) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;( ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a Prank Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed “Penis” or “Vagina”&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex’s Clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Told You’re Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone’s Name&lt;br /&gt;( ) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA yay i've done less stupid stuff than deb :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7606680050175283382?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7606680050175283382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7606680050175283382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7606680050175283382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7606680050175283382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-i-dont-title-my-posts-do-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-943996513438998675</id><published>2009-01-27T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:28:03.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep it's cny, so happy cny to everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite hope people will stop the 'happy niu year' thing, cause it's just so AHH. cold and punny. and it gets quite sickening after it's being repeated all over everywhere! i admit i laughed at it when i first heard of it, but since then it's turned all dry and boring and lame, all a result of overusage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny eve and eve's eve was spent on reunion dinners! had steamboat and aunt's homecooked dishes respectively (: haha esp at cousin's house, where we all played guitar heroes x) i think the drums were really good for helping me to train tempo, but it's still horribly confusing and difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a flash, it's chinese new year day itself already, and there was a solar eclipse today, which was kinda cool :D it's kinda deceiving actually, without any form of equipment which shields light from your eyes, the sun still looks full cause it's just bright. however, aided by sunglasses/x-ray film, you can actually see that the sun is masked until it's just like a crescent moon! snapped a few pictures, all of which aren't with me (: oh, and the day was just visiting paternal side, before heading down to cousin's house to play mahjong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have an urge to splurge on new shirts, cause i quite like my new shirt which i bought in hk :D and since my shirt stock is extremely limited, i should totally purchase new ones to decrease the monotony :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: my fux deluxe arrived from australia on monday, and it's REALLY HUGE. i think i should have got The Complete Seed instead, but oh well, something struck off my wishlist! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-943996513438998675?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/943996513438998675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=943996513438998675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/943996513438998675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/943996513438998675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep-its-cny-so-happy-cny-to-everyone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6423676219758864897</id><published>2009-01-26T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:28:26.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's ironic how sometimes causes of problems can eventually turn out to be the very solutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6423676219758864897?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6423676219758864897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6423676219758864897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6423676219758864897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6423676219758864897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ironic-how-sometimes-causes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-3241988860160233574</id><published>2009-01-22T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:23:52.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumdeedum. i gymed yesterday, which is my first exercise in around a month and half. as a result, i'm aching all over. at least it feels really good to stretch those old weary muscles every now and then, and feel the strain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so school's being going on as usual, at least it's been better now with reduced duration and frequency of breaks, and slightly better content. like today's math lecture on proportion, it wasn't covered in s4 but it wasn't a major topic too, thus the lecturers were able to touch on something actually new for once. physics lectures are still completely unappealing, partially cause of my lack of interest in the dry topic. on the contrary, bio ones have been great :D there were real engaging activities like the 'blood' mystery, and sms contest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i've suddenly become extremely hardworking. i spent approximately eight hours on math tutorial just for practice, when i didn't even spend two hours on homework in the past. let's just hope it holds. for a start, i can tackle my nygh papers and chem tutorials &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught inkheart too (: was a sweet movie i guess, definitely worth the money to watch. well-written and directed, with its fairytale-ish storyline. if you're interested to find out more you can go read movie reviews online! thanks for company too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-3149337918442643021</id><published>2009-01-21T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:23:05.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha yay!! second day of unofficial school is over, and today's the third already. i've spent my whole afternoon/evening/night doing math tutorial which isn't even required, just for practice, and I FEEL SUPER ACCOMPLISHED. i'm horribly happy about it, and i think i'm going crazy cause i spent around eight full hours doing math math and only math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a happy day, short hours in school, and math almost complete with two subquestions remaining, which i'm abit lazy to tackle cause i'm stumped (: oh, and also cause school started at like 1130, so i had plenty of rest to catch to make up for the first day! and so this means that i should totally go sleep now, after all the tedious brainwork i've done. goodnights (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3149337918442643021?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3149337918442643021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3149337918442643021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3149337918442643021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3149337918442643021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-yay-second-day-of-unofficial.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1016787057066639170</id><published>2009-01-19T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:23:23.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so today was the first day of school since two months ago! i can only say it was really really exhausting, not cause of the packed back-to-back lectures, but because the breaks were really really long. in fact they were longer than the lectures themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0745 was the international science youth forum opening in the high school auditorium, and involved some nobel laureates, overseas science delegates, and of course, us students just to fill the place. it was horribly packed, which meant that i got the prime seats: the stairs. and due the exceptional planning, we ended an hour early and had two whole hours to kill before our welcome speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the welcome speech/opening speech was far from welcome, and it was really just a display of poor grammar and language by the discipline master. oh, and more importantly informing us of our lecture locations. lectures were uhm, mainly just recaps of what we learnt, and since most lecturers laid down ground rules today, hardly any time was spent on the lesson itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first day of school required me to attend school frm 0800-1500, which is a total of seven hours! however, four hours were breaks... which i spent most of it in the college library reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1016787057066639170?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1016787057066639170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1016787057066639170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1016787057066639170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1016787057066639170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-today-was-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1976606654986652909</id><published>2009-01-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:44:37.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumdeedum. i was reminded last night that my blog is dying soon, and since i have faithful visitors calling for updates, i will uhm, update! okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, school's like reopening on monday already, and i think i have to be there at 0745 if my memory doesn't fail me. and then certain people can afford to go to school at like 1100, like completely unfair. D: i think i'm quite looking forward to jc life, since i've heard it's like where you play hard and mug hard, but at the same time abit apprehensive cause of the huge challenge that's gonna really sink in only next year, the As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have no idea why i'm even bothering myself with As like when i haven't even started school. and another thing is what cca to join i guess. currently in mind is interact, provided i can get myself through the interviews. otherwise, idk what else to join! school's gonna start with just some weird science forum thing, following by lectures, lectures and.. you guessed it, more lectures. but i don't see a point in going for subjects you've already made up your mind to drop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shucks, i realised I TOTALLY GOT DISTRACTED. i'm like ironing my uniform halfway and i came to blog?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1976606654986652909?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1976606654986652909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1976606654986652909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1976606654986652909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1976606654986652909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/dumdeedum.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-3800743594442049091</id><published>2009-01-12T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:23:08.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thankful for the amazing friends i have, and the support i receive (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3800743594442049091?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3800743594442049091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3800743594442049091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3800743594442049091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3800743594442049091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-thankful-for-amazing-friends-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-4077721095480572971</id><published>2009-01-09T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:18:13.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just thinking about how amazing it was that on the very first day i stepped into church, i accepted the Lord. since then, been growing slowly in my spiritual life. more amazingly, the person who brought me to church wasn't someone whom i knew much about at that time, but someone i barely knew much about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was more than a coincidence at that time. it was all laid out, for me to just decide to go to church with an almost complete stranger. for me to just raise my hand to accept Christ into my life, even though i knew absolutely nothing. it was all planned from the start, on the 26th Feb 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life was changed that very day, because i chose to accept the Lord's plan for my life. are you willing to take a step of faith and believe in Him too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to contact me any way you wish if you're interested (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4077721095480572971?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4077721095480572971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4077721095480572971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4077721095480572971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4077721095480572971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-just-thinking-about-how-amazing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-3929944016283974009</id><published>2009-01-06T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:34:00.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from china, will post updates (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3929944016283974009?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3929944016283974009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3929944016283974009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3929944016283974009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3929944016283974009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-china-will-post-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-9002450883248776733</id><published>2008-12-30T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:16:47.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-9002450883248776733?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/9002450883248776733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=9002450883248776733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9002450883248776733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/9002450883248776733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8762343512852761206</id><published>2008-12-28T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:26:45.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh heh i've been able to get on the internet already, although i just feel horribly lazy to update. i'm currently located in 深圳, although i've just been back from 桂林 and 阳朔! the air here is much worse than that of singapore, and the people here have an insane appetite for cigarettes too! like one meal of dim sum and there people go smoking three cigarettes through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday's been fine so far, hope you all are taking care of yourselves! don't miss me too much (: think i'm gonna sleep soon cause it's getting cold. actually the temperature's much better here than that of the previous days, cause the level of pollution in 深圳 is so much higher, thus more dust particles are present to trap heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the china filter is so irritating, it like filters out xanga and wordpress, probably cause they're too westernized for the chinese! it's probably to slow down the rate of westernization in cheena, but it just irks me cause i can't check out blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8762343512852761206?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8762343512852761206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8762343512852761206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8762343512852761206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8762343512852761206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh-heh-ive-been-able-to-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8029816463259681913</id><published>2008-12-21T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:25:10.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh, i'm going to fly off to shenzhen (and hk) in like eight hours or so! take care everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you need to contact me, you can call my hp, which will be diverted to my private secretary! please leave your name behind as well, so i can contact you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to ms dionne loh, i am now tempted to watch the latest ep 111 before i sleep, although i need to wake at 3.45am, so i'll see you all back on the 5th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8029816463259681913?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8029816463259681913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8029816463259681913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8029816463259681913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8029816463259681913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh-im-going-to-fly-off-to-shenzhen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5710055086378187178</id><published>2008-12-18T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:56:50.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/IMG_1650.jpg" title="photo taken by Caleb Kay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhema was a blast! was a time of spiritual revival (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logistics team was far from perfect, accompanied with last minute decisions and several clashes along the way. however, we were still superb! the bonding within the team, the willingness to sacrifice sleep and showers just to make sure everything was done up, was really really heartening (of course everyone had their lazy moments though). together with games and registration committee, this year's rhema was really such an enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the work of God was really really amazing. the souls saved, the people touched, all by His glory and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5710055086378187178?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/5710055086378187178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=5710055086378187178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't know if it's psychological or what, but i still feel there's a bbq smell after two baths! yeah, so we organized a barbeque for the mackenzie family today, just to ask them out and help to fill their holiday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather last minute, or more accurately, VERY last minute. booking of pits and food was only done yesterday, and thanks to baifeng for co-organizing and booking the pit @ punggol park (ironically in hougang, and next to sengkang fire station), as well as going all the way down to aljunied and carrying the food to the park! and xc who bought the equipment and had to endure my ranting yesterday when i was irritated at the lack of plans! and of course, hubert as well, for buying the drinks, together with russell who bought the drinks when we ran out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really successful, albeit the passing showers which struck. the fire was good, started really quickly. food was perfectly cooked, entertainment was present, what more could be asked for? :D eventually hubert brought them to the singapore flyer to catch the 9.30 one, and we had to finish up the food and drinks, so we played 猜拳 to decide who had to eat the chicken wings and drink the drinks, while waiting for the heavenly stingrays and sotongs to simmer on the grill (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped the family enjoyed themselves, although we still were abit shy to approach and chat with them. cause we did xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3554113197392139606?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3554113197392139606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3554113197392139606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3554113197392139606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3554113197392139606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-know-if-its-psychological-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7833943422274312729</id><published>2008-12-06T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:27:14.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho, i think today's really the most enjoyable workday ever. it was an indian wedding, and it's quite different from the weddings we actually know, what they do and such, though it isn't exactly traditional indian wedding i think. plus the doesn't hide in the changing room to change, instead they mingle around with the guests and entertain them and such, it really lived up to a joyous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of life's best occasions is probably getting wedded to someone whom you love and whom you are willing to spend your whole life with, to grow to understand better in the next few decades to go. and inviting friends and family to your wedding shouldn't all just be about collecting red packets or feeling obligatory, but should just be because you wanna share the joy with everyone around you, and be really happy like the bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, today's team was rather nice too! that's because we had probably the nicest manager, thina, eight other waiters/waitresses, most of them rather talkable to. and of course, thanks PAT(ahem) for all the help, especially for carrying the super tray for me HAHA. say hi on the tagboard if you're reading this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7833943422274312729?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7833943422274312729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7833943422274312729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7833943422274312729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7833943422274312729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoho-i-think-todays-really-most.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1892813013168383195</id><published>2008-12-01T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:55:23.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh, the calendar designs are so pretty ): anyone wants to buy one for me? apologies for the large photos, but i seem to be unable to resize the photos via photobucket for now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/5-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/7-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/9-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/11-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1892813013168383195?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-3786168679404314259</id><published>2008-11-28T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:46:30.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha omg &gt;&lt; i'm addicted to reborn! and kyoko is cute D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3786168679404314259?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3786168679404314259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3786168679404314259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3786168679404314259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3786168679404314259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-omg-im-addicted-to-reborn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2156709993451661249</id><published>2008-11-22T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:23:40.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i've lost the mood for blogging, maybe cause i feel really lazy to get up and move from all the aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work started on thursday, and it's been a great new experience i guess. isn't too bad, just that you become a target of exploitation and abuse from your superiors, and you work in deep to the deathly hours. so far it's been quite alright, although some unreasonable people and brainless ones have emerged already, in just this short span of two days of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and i wholeheartedly agree with wenhao that a good manager makes a good day at work, even a good partner makes work enjoyable. not like some people who just scold you for everything and blame everything on you even though it's not your fault. then again, cy already told us that this is one of the most unfair jobs, so i guess i'll just have to make do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-4493972239350877458</id><published>2008-11-18T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:01:16.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/mod-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/mod.jpg" title="Ministry of Defence!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o luckily my blog has nothing incriminating. other visits censored for fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-4493972239350877458?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/4493972239350877458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=4493972239350877458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4493972239350877458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/4493972239350877458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/11/o.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5942949347043387857</id><published>2008-11-17T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:12:24.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg D: i just watched an episode of life transformers on chnl 8 just now, and it's really really really so touching. it was about this ordinary family who met this series of misfortunes, where the mother after giving birth to her child for two months, had a bad fall while cooking and couldn't walk much anymore cause of a spinal injury. then the father had a heredity diabetics, and had his leg amputated when his toe got infected during delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the girl is really really super sensible, her name is like chunfang, and cause both her parents are illiterate, she has to learn everything on her own in school and she puts in super alot of effort in her work! and then, on top of that she has to cook meals, clean the house, help with her dad's newspaper stall and ace her studies at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they are really strong, chunfang's mum has a phobia of walking cause after she fell, she was on a wheelchair but fell again when chunfang was pushing her at the age of five, thus now she doesn't do anything except sit in bed, which causes her leg to shrink and staying in the room everyday for nine years is just as good as solitary confinement, thus she isn't very healthy mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the dad, even though all he wanted was an ordinary family to lead an ordinary life, his life turned for the worse. even then, he's pushed on for like nine years, earning like a meagre wage and trying to do his best to educate his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the most resilient one is really chunfang. there was a part where 权怡凤asked her if she wanted to have new things like pencils, bears and such, and her reply was no. why? 不敢想. and i was like AHH, cause it really melted my heart D: then she believes that one day her mum will walk also, cause she remembers when her mum fell off the wheelchair, she took two steps before she fell again, and her faith in her mum is like unwavering! and she just does everything without a word of complaint. then when she got a new bed, she was just so happy, smiling from ear to ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya but there was someone who stole their gas and cans, which were gifts from people, while they were cleaning the whole house, even though they're already like so poor and the police station is also right downstairs. omg ahh, the episode really just made my heart go out to the unfortunate, i think i shall like do more voluntary work and donate to charity next time when i start earning a steady income!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-5120369751062833259</id><published>2008-11-15T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:54:43.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's work training was kinda superb, really interesting and fun/funny at the same time, although i should have heeded jay's advice and headed an hour late instead. it's really really really interesting to learn what proper steps there are to serving in a high-class hotel, since i'm like gonna be mainly working in raffles, although i might stray to other hotels every now and then at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh, there's like rules to follow, like how in the case where you don't know something, you're supposed to apologise, explain, and give a remedy! and the names of everything on the table you see in a hotel dinner. and what you're supposed to do to serve, like from greeting to techniques of pushing in chair, laying napkins, portioning blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i tell you, the prestigious high-class hotels in singapore cost a bomb to stay in. st regis has rooms like priced at an average of 800/night, and unless i heard wrongly, which i hope i did, presidential suites in raffles hotel cost 80000/night -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5120369751062833259?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/5120369751062833259/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-4678442240958005102.post-974154292476172186</id><published>2008-11-15T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:46:33.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training for work starts tomorow at outram @ 12, and i don't have my black shoes yet! which means i gotta wake up early and go bata to buy, but compass point only opens at 10.30 D: hopefully bata opens before the official opening hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray pray pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-974154292476172186?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-3376744060119235461</id><published>2008-11-13T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:37:47.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha omg i went to k for the first time in my life today! i went with like wenhao, yufan and jj to teo heng @ katong, and it was quite enjoyable lah. oh, but it was freaking cold -.- and like after a few hours it became very sian cause of like the million 孙燕姿 songs played. but at least the high mode was brought out about again when wenhao sang wasted by carrie underwood xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the freaking cold room, not to mention hour-long bus rides gave me a headache while i was on the bus, cause it's so sian to sit there for so freaking long in that cramped bus seat. sbs should just like widen the space between the bus seats, instead of making there look like there are so many seats, but most of them with no leg space -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh and the 43 broke down on the way to katong, super amusing :D at least now i have this complementary ticket which i didn't drop into the coin area to keep as a souvenir :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3376744060119235461?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3376744060119235461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3376744060119235461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3376744060119235461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3376744060119235461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-omg-i-went-to-k-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-835887421667785728</id><published>2008-11-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:08:42.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i am shocked at how my BMI used to be 15.6 in p3, and 15.8 in s2! like even people who have a BMI of 17 are usually anorexic people, and there's no way i'm anorexic considering how much i eat -.- and people with BMI of 15 are usually starving! like YA I'M STARVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it's a normal 18.9 now haha! okay that was totally random :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-835887421667785728?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/835887421667785728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=835887421667785728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/835887421667785728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/835887421667785728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-i-am-shocked-at-how-my-bmi-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7993572186782877326</id><published>2008-11-07T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:31:41.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and that marks the end of the sixteenth birthday! it was incredibly boring, since no one asked me out for a date ): but nonetheless, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;peifen&lt;br /&gt;ervin (same birthday! :D)&lt;br /&gt;baifeng&lt;br /&gt;glenn&lt;br /&gt;adria&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;daniel yip&lt;br /&gt;jun an&lt;br /&gt;majella&lt;br /&gt;adora&lt;br /&gt;kah hong&lt;br /&gt;nicole&lt;br /&gt;yunjie&lt;br /&gt;mrs. goh&lt;br /&gt;mark&lt;br /&gt;grace&lt;br /&gt;stanford&lt;br /&gt;jianwei&lt;br /&gt;dionne&lt;br /&gt;gaomin&lt;br /&gt;zong xian&lt;br /&gt;david lim&lt;br /&gt;shawn teo&lt;br /&gt;fen&lt;br /&gt;weijing&lt;br /&gt;russell&lt;br /&gt;jolynne&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;br /&gt;zachary&lt;br /&gt;hunter&lt;br /&gt;marc&lt;br /&gt;matthew&lt;br /&gt;chengxin&lt;br /&gt;andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it, and it really made my day whenever someone dropped me a birthday message! thanks to everyone who belongs to that list, and to everyone else who remembered my birthday ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7993572186782877326?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7993572186782877326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7993572186782877326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7993572186782877326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7993572186782877326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-that-marks-end-of-sixteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2337080671629625230</id><published>2008-11-04T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:55:24.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleargh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will someone please indulge in late night chats with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i just don't feel like sleeping D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2337080671629625230?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-8778407614928380470</id><published>2008-10-30T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:27:55.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>down with food poisoning D: third time in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8778407614928380470?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8778407614928380470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8778407614928380470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised how accurate this thing is, maybe it's just luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7955791740682983029?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7955791740682983029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7955791740682983029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7955791740682983029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7955791740682983029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-view-on-yourself-you-are-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1403209947216321563</id><published>2008-10-28T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:38:15.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear bowling's just as good as gambling, once you're on a roll you can't stop! i just played like five games today, which is the most number of bowling games i've played in a row, which burnt a hole in my pocket with a cost of $11.40 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i was quite pleased with my bowling form, considering i haven't bowled in a long while! and i'm still the same old 'can spare cannot strike' bowler ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 86 91 117. last game was just a playing round to curl the ball, so i didn't count it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1403209947216321563?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1403209947216321563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1403209947216321563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1403209947216321563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1403209947216321563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-swear-bowlings-just-as-good-as.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6578923456285531108</id><published>2008-10-25T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:34:18.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's queer how everybody seems to be in the mood for games before and during the exams, but oddly now that it's post-exams, everybody seems to be super sian of games. before exams, i could spend hours on games, but now i don't even have the mood to sustain gaming for like an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i feel like doing now is to really go out and to play till i drop, which explains why i've been spending loads on pool, and probably bowling soon too. and i've been feeling rather moody recently too D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6578923456285531108?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6578923456285531108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6578923456285531108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6578923456285531108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6578923456285531108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-queer-how-everybody-seems-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5765829593363740252</id><published>2008-10-23T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:06:46.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday it just seemed that i stepped into hc. the classroom at the top right of the block, the corner classroom which encompassed a pretty view of many areas of the school. the desks lined up in three rows, paired together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classroom we shifted to. newsweek balls concealing paper shreds. smashed windows. broken fire extinguisher. exploring paths to evade bookings. sepak tekraw. classroom soccer. maniacal laughter in lessons. entertaining teachers. all soon to be gone like the wind, a thing of the past, only to be engraved in the memories at the back of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really thankful to have landed in what seems the two best iSpark classes in terms of the people there. two 'L, you guys were really great, we had great times together, and were really bonded, despite many differences which lay between us. disagreements arose of course, but it was never kept within, but just spewed out and settled. when i thought that nothing could get better, along came four 'O. you guys were beyond description. you erased my misunderstandings about two 'M, you showed me what real classroom joy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i feel now is really beyond words i guess. throughout this year, all i've been thinking about is to look forward to jc, but only now has the reality set in, that we're all going to split up. no doubt, we're still enclosed within the same boundaries, but we've reached the crossroads and it's time to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to those in school who have really played a significant role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenhao:&lt;br /&gt;we're quite different in many areas i guess, and it was really my fortune that i got to know you better. you're really a great person to hang out with, to chat with, and just your personality's special! although we don't talk much anymore ever since we split classes in sec three, it's still a joy to hang around you on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuancheng:&lt;br /&gt;i always found you to be slightly eccentric in lower sec, but got around that. adelaide really gave me the opportunity to understand you better, and to just realise how fun a person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cavin:&lt;br /&gt;been hanging around you ever since sec one, and i was your accomplice in the formation of the explosive newsweek balls. i still remember the laughter we brought about when confetti erupted from the innermost layer. i moved away from you for a period of time, for no reason whatsoever, but you've been a great friend nonetheless, the fellow slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baifeng:&lt;br /&gt;i only got to know you well after adelaide, and mainly this year i guess. you were too popular for me i guess, since i didn't really like hanging around stars in the school. but i got to know you better in the later days, and realizing how entertaining you really are, although you're some busy man (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russell:&lt;br /&gt;someone else i got to know better in adelaide as well, fun-loving, really random. really nice too, extremely entertaining and enjoyable to hang around with, as well as crashing his house. have a nice flight to toronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahwei:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps one of my greatest regrets. i remember just how surprised i was, when i saw you on day one in my class. i remembered you from LP, the times during the lessons where we would just do rubbish with eugene. the top left table, the guys' table, still deep within my memories. i remember how you sufferred for a duration when some of us went overboard in lower sec, and you ended up with bruises. our parents even went to the point of asking us to keep away from each other, but there wasn't much effect. and especially adelaide, i really enjoyed the times with you, the photo i took with you on the slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know what happened ever since then, for you just appeared to have transformed completely this year, i couldn't even talk to you anymore. never mind the closeness, we didn't even seem to know each other anymore, just like any other acquaintances. till today, i'm still in the dark. maybe it was something i did, perhaps it was something which came between us, but the result of our friendship is probably the greatest regret i have in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strategydriven.com/wp-content/themes/strategydriven/img/RoadFork.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b357/nelworm/RoadFork.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" title="source of image."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5765829593363740252?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-4678442240958005102.post-1019064651004428219</id><published>2008-10-18T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:54:43.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually, i feel really really lazy to update. like right now, after typing one sentence for my new blogpost, i find that i have been distracted and sidetracking to do other stuff! plus my ulcer on the tongue hurts as i'm eating my apple ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so back to the main point of this blogpost! thursday night was iSpark night, which meant that it would be the last time us as sec4s would be attending it as a student from the high school side, as a class. and so, since we weren't expecting to perform nor to pass the auditions (not that we wanted to anyway), we didn't prepare and we were really shocked when we were picked to perform o.O oh guess what, i just got distracted again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, we performed a song + dance + forming 'four o', and more details are found on youtube! or just the embed video found below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lOu613mAD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lOu613mAD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, distracted again! yeayea sorrrehhh. short attention span (: the photo montages of iSpark sec4s were also screened, and i was struck with a feeling of nostalgia i guess. even though we're like gonna see each other again next year in college, there's no telling how we will go, and it's going to be our last year together as 4O, the completely cool class which craps so much during lessons, so bonded together, and just so random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, and on to last night, the commencement dinner. it took place at hilton for all graduating sec4s, unless you like don't wanna turn up something. it was quite okay i guess, kinda fun with all the people in formal attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be updated with photos (: (actually i'm just lazy to continue for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1019064651004428219?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1019064651004428219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1019064651004428219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1019064651004428219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1019064651004428219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/actually-i-feel-really-really-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2836439480338973845</id><published>2008-10-18T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:38:24.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from grad night, photos and info to be updated (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2836439480338973845?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2836439480338973845/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-4678442240958005102.post-1404763779744476082</id><published>2008-10-11T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:07:00.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala, i went to hcjc open house today, and i'm in love with the faculty danceeeeee. like omg, it's so cool! i wanna learn it D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1404763779744476082?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1404763779744476082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1404763779744476082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1404763779744476082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1404763779744476082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lala-i-went-to-hcjc-open-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1549902188997837444</id><published>2008-10-07T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:09:35.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love. i think that's the most beautiful thing which exists in this world, and is the reason why the world exists in the first place. be it love between couples, love arising from friendship, love in place of hatred for an enemy, or even love from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can live without love in his heart, because it's just like a life force which pumps within all of us. well, it's really flawless. it heals all wounds, but brings about hurt only because we, as sinners are flawed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1549902188997837444?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1549902188997837444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1549902188997837444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1549902188997837444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1549902188997837444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-5765792289311359877</id><published>2008-10-04T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:12:13.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i officially suffer from saturday syndrome! every saturday, no matter where i am, my nose starts sniffling. luckily for me, at just a low price of SGD$4.30, paseo provides me with 5 boxes full of my best friend! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-5765792289311359877?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678442240958005102.post-1485397784288048955</id><published>2008-10-03T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:06:54.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after deciding for such a long time, i don't know what made me make up my mind. i was so indecisive, had such a strong desire to quit, yet something out there pulled me back. i guess it's just the love for it, and all the years we've been through so many battles together. which just means, welcome to a div waterpolo. where holidays turn lifeless, where studies suffer, and where your body and mind undergoes torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was a complete demonstration of how much commitment i have to put in. training was 4-7+, and not to mention that training will be daily. which is utterly crazy, and extremely no life. and i think there was a curse on us or something, we were walking to dinner and it started pouring, so we decided to take a bus instead. then not a single bus turned up for like quite a long duration. (mind you the bus stop has twelve bus services) the moment the bus came, the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to show how arduous training is, and the amount of energy it burns, i ate mixed chicken rice (chicken and fish) at golden rooster, some sushi at cold storage, came back home at 9.30 to eat fried noodles and fish hor fun, and i'm still not full! plus i'm still overheating from the aftereffects of training ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1485397784288048955?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1485397784288048955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1485397784288048955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1485397784288048955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1485397784288048955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-deciding-for-such-long-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7711681635923139965</id><published>2008-10-01T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:10:46.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh, i shall be self-motivated and finish studying for ihc today! not like i have a choice anyway, since the exam's tomorrow. it looks deceitfully little, but i shall not be misled and slack as a result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday (several hours ago) marks the end of physics as a subject in my life :D i'm never ever ever going to take physics ever again. cause it just sucks. or i just suck at it (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, you've been a great companion, staying by my side throughout these four years, and it's finally time for us to say goodbye. it pains me to think about the memories we've had together, the mind-boggling questions, the failure to apply formulae, and the number of failures we've chalked up together! and after so many years together, like all things, we have to say goodbye. i'll miss you, and hopefully i'll see you again somewhere, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, happy birthday ruiqi and happy children's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7711681635923139965?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7711681635923139965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7711681635923139965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7711681635923139965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7711681635923139965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/10/rahh-i-shall-be-self-motivated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6135606934822294806</id><published>2008-09-26T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:19:53.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh, it's the end of the week, and half of the exams! and so this calls for celebration, by just a blog post xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just updates on how i've been doing for exams, or at least what i THINK i've been doing. monday was chinese, so-so, was rather blank cause it was the first day. ended up writing rubbish. tuesday was better i thought, but it turned out horrible with 62 for math, meaning i currently require 89 for monday's paper -.- wednesday. english! shawn's notes proved really really useful, thanks! i ended up spending more time on srq than compo in the end, cause i finished it in 45min ;D yesterday!! was really really a morale booster. bio that is. and today's chem was manageable, looks quite positive to me too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so enough of that large, boring chunk of text. today's headlines are on how primary schools are going to change in future, like eventually becoming single session throughout, forcefully implementing compulsory CCA, and increasing CCA administrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda sad i think, cause i remember enjoying my p1 and p3 life, where it was afternoon session for my school xD. then then, it was when i could watch tv every night until 12 and wake up at my own time the next morning! and so, gone are those days, now i still sleep at 12, just that i wake up like 4 hours earlier -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6135606934822294806?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6135606934822294806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6135606934822294806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6135606934822294806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6135606934822294806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/heh-its-end-of-week-and-half-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-7712775264532751036</id><published>2008-09-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:00:02.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-7712775264532751036?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/7712775264532751036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=7712775264532751036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7712775264532751036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/7712775264532751036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6212761195819270324</id><published>2008-09-12T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:10:03.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha yay! the back of my mouth is no longer swelling :D well, i think i've a wisdom tooth growing out from the back of the left side of my mouth, so for the past few days it's been causing the back of my mouth where the gums are to swell! and then i wasn't able to close my mouth properly to allow my teeth to touch each other, cause it'll be pressing against the swollen spot. in fact, i couldn't even chew my food cause i had three ulcers and that swollen portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have set my aim to finish my chem papers and understand physics relatively well by tonight! and i'm so not gonna sleep until i do just that (: well, shouldn't be too tough since i've already finished my chem papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6212761195819270324?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6212761195819270324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6212761195819270324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6212761195819270324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6212761195819270324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-yay-back-of-my-mouth-is-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-8282961315651554639</id><published>2008-09-10T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:01:55.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the midst of being caught up with work, with complaints, and with countless desperate attempts to take matters into my own hands, i've realised once again that i shouldn't be the one deciding my own fate at all. in these two weeks i've missed church, work definitely wasn't a legitimate excuse, because nothing should take a higher priority than God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so while trying to change things myself, i've conveniently tried to do everything myself, without prayers, without anything at all. even my quiet time's reduced to the several minutes before i turn in to bed, as if it was an obligation, and not a choice of my own free will. and so for the past weeks, or even months, what i've really been doing is living in an outer shell, while really i was struggling spiritually inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was why everything went downhill for me, results, relationships, nothing went well no matter how much effort i put in. and well, He has just spoken to my heart through &lt;a href="http://gracelum.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessed-are-poor-in-spirit.html" target="_blank"&gt;grace's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/moonlitsunsets/673538780/just-to-let-you-know-that.html?cuttag=true#cuttaganchor" target="_blank"&gt;nicole's&lt;/a&gt; blogposts. and while typing this post and labelling it, i realise how long it has ever since God has taken the centre, the main priority of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to give it back to you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-8282961315651554639?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/8282961315651554639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=8282961315651554639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8282961315651554639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/8282961315651554639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-midst-of-being-caught-up-with-work.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1093341750365826062</id><published>2008-09-08T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:42:47.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it damn it damn it. why do i feel so damn stressed. why do my parents just keep walking in and out of the room no matter what i'm doing, and just coming in to nag and stress me even more. it just freaking makes me lose the mood to mug, and to concentrate. it's not like i know it's a crucial period right now, i don't freaking need you to walk in twice or thrice a day to remind me, or to ask me how my results and ACE are three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help that some of my closest ones feel so distant away. maybe it's cause of exams and promos as well, but i don't even feel close to them anymore. i can't even strike a conversation anymore, without getting ignored. thanks alot for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn horrible too, for not going to church for two weeks in a row already. freak you studies. or maybe it's just your own problem nelson, you just need to have your own self discipline to drag yourself to church no matter how busy you are, cause God's above everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1093341750365826062?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1093341750365826062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1093341750365826062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1093341750365826062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1093341750365826062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn-it-damn-it-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6326702469774350309</id><published>2008-09-07T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:56:30.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, just came back from bbq about an hour ago, and i'm really tired even though i bathed already =/ was quite enjoyable i guess, since got to see several people i haven't seen in a long while, like pF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like the prev bbq, it rained when we were about to finish cooking. at least we got the warning signs, which appeared as a really strong gale which never died down, and blew for at least fifteen minutes before the drizzle came upon us. initially we took refuge at macs, and ordered a large amount of mcflurry, but got bored and shifted to marina bowl to bowl heh. and i screwed up my game man, cause i can't even remember when the last time i touched a bowling ball was. at least i regained some form at the end where i made two spares in a row, but was too late! but i beat ningyu HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents were supposed to pick me up at about 2230, but they came about 2300 instead, so i spent the rest of the time by bridging, which turned out to be only two games which i wonnnn. and home sweet home it was, giving fen a lift home at the same time. and so i've no idea why i'm here blogging, when i'm supposed to try to finish my work while i'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think we're drifting, cause communication between us is so minimal nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6326702469774350309?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6326702469774350309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6326702469774350309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6326702469774350309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6326702469774350309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-just-came-back-from-bbq-about-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1830545737666687809</id><published>2008-09-06T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:36:08.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gwarghhh. sixteen more days, and only math completed. die already. and my eye is damn itchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1830545737666687809?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1830545737666687809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1830545737666687809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1830545737666687809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1830545737666687809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/gwarghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-1834105686658882521</id><published>2008-09-03T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:14:37.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA OMG. this is completely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKyCakDuQFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKyCakDuQFQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/4678442240958005102-1834105686658882521?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1834105686658882521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1834105686658882521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1834105686658882521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1834105686658882521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-3565959677797495494</id><published>2008-09-02T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:56:16.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so there were supplementary lessons today, as kah hong insists that it should be named this way, and not "remedials for noobs" -.- i was supposed to go to gym today to work out, but i realised that i didnt bring my pe shorts, and which i see no link as a requirement to do weights. yep, so after like touching a few pieces of equipment, some person chased everyone not wearing full pe out of the weights room and of course, that included me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, after which i went to golden rooster with a few others to eat lunch, but was packed as usual. in order to find somewhere comfortable to eat, we walked all the way to a closed bar nearby and used the tables outside to eat, where we discussed all sorts of rubbish like the importance of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAND. i ate island creamery for the first time too, since we were rather bored and decided to random around! it turned out to be not bad i say, and i quite liked the nutella flavour, which four of us shared a 500ml tub. and it's kind affordable too, with the tub being just $8.00 and splitting into $2.00 each, the same price as my mcflurry, but with a much bigger and more satisfying portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, was kind of fun today, just that it was really tiring since i slept late last night, and didn't manage to sleep on the train/bus this morning while on the way to school, so i knocked out the moment i reached home, and slept for about 2.5h &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and i think i'm becoming damn sensitive to radiation. i was just talking on the phone just now for a few minutes on my phone, and after i put down my handphone, my ear felt as if it was sunburnt and damn hot. according to baifeng, my ear was rather red too, and as i'm typing this, the laptop happens to be extremely hot where my hands rest too, radiating large amounts of heat and leaving my hand feeling tingy =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-3565959677797495494?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/3565959677797495494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=3565959677797495494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3565959677797495494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/3565959677797495494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-so-there-were-supplementary-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-6311983684769005496</id><published>2008-09-01T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:29:45.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo, i'm feeling slightly happier today, cause i've finally got down to mugging. and i've been relatively productive, considering that i've spent about 4-5h today just on math! and i'm proud to say that i'm at least two-thirds done with S4 math! which just leaves me with S3 math, bio, physics... you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY, look on the bright side! i'm gaining momentum at least :D and there's remedials tmr which sucks. and i'm finally going to exercise and work out tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off i go now, and hopefully i'll get down to more work in awhile (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-6311983684769005496?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/6311983684769005496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=6311983684769005496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6311983684769005496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/6311983684769005496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooo-im-feeling-slightly-happier-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xathle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15148276086203725338</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-4678442240958005102.post-2232611361532142415</id><published>2008-08-29T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:55:30.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i have a freaking N.A. for chinese just because i didn't hand in one judged compo? it just doesn't make sense to base the term's marks mainly on one composition. if that's the case, the composition should have been a test and not a piece of homework -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the test results have little impact on the results, and are acting just like an assignment. thanks so much for giving me an additional F9 score to my MSG man. i really appreciate it. and thanks for the 4.33, and the third last position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-2232611361532142415?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/2232611361532142415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=2232611361532142415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/2232611361532142415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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can't be bothered to think of my achievements and wonderfully oh so fantabulous adjectives to describe myself -.- and i think the me in school isn't the exactly natural 'me' personality, but some form of restricted one. so whatever i type in my testimonial, it might only apply to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the main reason why i'm so bored, is cause my comp crashed on me =/ well i tried to solve the problem of the failure of updating windows, and to find the reason why my msn refused to be installed no matter how many times i poked and probed it. in the end i got all itchy handed and went to meddle with the registry keys and struck jackpot ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, currently my comp is under servicing becauseee.&lt;br /&gt;1. double clicks no longer work.&lt;br /&gt;2. nothing works.&lt;br /&gt;3. refuses to be shut down.&lt;br /&gt;4. refuses to load the user login page&lt;br /&gt;5. freezes at the blue windows xp screen prior to login&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just in case you're wondering how i manage to mystifyingly appear online, it's just cause i'm using my dad/mum's laptop. and willsomeone entertain me please D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's bio olympiad quiz tomorrow AHH. sorry xc! no gym ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4678442240958005102-1975973431043509836?l=xathle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xathle.blogspot.com/feeds/1975973431043509836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4678442240958005102&amp;postID=1975973431043509836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4678442240958005102/posts/default/1975973431043509836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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