<?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-8014392</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:31:53.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Psychology</title><subtitle type='html'>~I came, I saw, I went~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110975947882292947</id><published>2005-03-02T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:31:18.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This shall be my very last entry of clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com. I've had this blog 4 about 6 or 7mths already and I thought a change of blog might be good. Not that I'm sick of this one, I just want a change, something new. I'll always cherish my very first blog, and will link it to my new one:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Check out my new &lt;a href="http://www.-reverse-psychology-.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110975947882292947?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110975947882292947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110975947882292947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110975947882292947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110975947882292947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode-to-my-blog.html' title='Ode to my blog'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110968289217360213</id><published>2005-03-01T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T05:14:52.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went on some battllefield field trip thingy this afternoon. Our tour guide has a really cute name: Tucker. Reminds me of the cat character from the Busy Town series which I loved as a little kid. Parents are coming up with more and more weird names for their kids these days. Just yesterday, I came across the name 'Rice Loh' in an advertisment. What'll parents be thinking of next, Frankenstein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, the trip was okay I guess. The only drawbacks were Tucker's monotonous droning about the Japanese invasion and spending too little time at the places we visited. I like the Lim Chu Kang area which is near the Sarimbun camp. It's got a country feel to it with all its flower shops, grassy fields and fish rearing farms and is almost devoid of civilisation. Nice. Kranji war memorial was great too. Shyan Juang and I were shocked to learn that men as young as 18 helped to fight the invading Japanese (according to some of the gravestones) Tried as I might, I could not locate Liutenant Adnan Bin Saidi's gravestone. But no matter, I still had a good time reading names off the hundreds of gravestones there. After that, we went to some place which I forgot the name and Labrador Park. The casement at Labrador Park was kinda spooky:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOPID GIT LOW SHYAN JUANG......KEEPS TAKING MY STUFF AND MAKING ME CHASE HER IN ORDER TO GET THEM BACK. I'M STARTING TO GET A LITTLE IRRITATED......DO I HAVE TO THREATEN TO TAKE AWAY YOUR STUFF FOR GOOD IN ORDER TO GET MINE BACK?!WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF HER EZ LINK CARD AND FLASH AROUND FOR EVERYONE TO SEE......OH, SHE LOOKS SO DAMN FUNNY IN IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110968289217360213?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110968289217360213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110968289217360213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110968289217360213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110968289217360213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/03/field-trip.html' title='Field trip'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110939351997065549</id><published>2005-02-25T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:51:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish I had gone to watch Hide and Seek with the others. It's all my Mum's fault. It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of me going out to watch a horror movie, she was actually quite willing to let me go but when she learnt that the movie started at 4.45pm and would probably end at 6.15pm, she changed her mind. The reason? She did not want me to come late for dinner( The cinema at Tiong Bahru is a 30 minute MRT ride, 10 minute bus ride and 7minute walk away from where I live) What the hell. I did so much wanted to watch another horror movie! Get a life, Mum, I'm sure I would be able to make it home in time, after all, don't we have dinner at about 7.40pm everyday? After a vehement argument, Mum bribed me into not going by saying she would take me out to Orchard after school. A fair exchange, I suppose, though I'd rather go out with by squadmates. But then, again, it isn't everday Mum and I get to go shopping together and with no Dad and Yish trailing after us, grumbling all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL FOOTDRILL COM. PPL! WIN SOME MEDALS, YEA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110939351997065549?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110939351997065549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110939351997065549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110939351997065549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110939351997065549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wish-i-had-gone-to-watch-hide-and.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110855117395538833</id><published>2005-02-16T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:52:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?! I'm becoming more and more sarcastic, mean and act-cool with each passing day. And aren't I supposed to be studying now instead of surfing the net?!Gosh, how I hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110855117395538833?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110855117395538833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110855117395538833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110855117395538833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110855117395538833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-hell-is-wrong-with-me-im-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110826993214087715</id><published>2005-02-12T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:45:32.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that would really help in boosting my grades, it would be having good time management skills. And getting my priorities right. At least my life isn't as messy as last year, where play always comes before work and I couldn't be bothered to jot down the day's homework. This year, I pay 99% attention in class, note down all the homework I have to do, set aside time for revision everyday and spent at most 45mins on the computer surfing for manga. An improvement, yes, but my life is still a little messy and disorganized. This should call for more self-control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110826993214087715?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110826993214087715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110826993214087715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110826993214087715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110826993214087715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-theres-one-thing-that-would-really.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110783518666667450</id><published>2005-02-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:03:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::." </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8965cf4)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/strawbrrywishes23/1103923318_sdarkangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Hidden Power Is &lt;b&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     You have a Evil and Demonic Soul. You use your&lt;br /&gt;                                     hidden powers for the evil of hell. You are in&lt;br /&gt;                                     constent war with the heavans for you want to&lt;br /&gt;                                     destroy the pathetic humans were they want to&lt;br /&gt;                                     save them. For all people see in you is that&lt;br /&gt;                                     any emotion expecially love is a waste of your&lt;br /&gt;                                     time but your so mysterious that people don't&lt;br /&gt;                                     know you do have a shy emotions that are kept&lt;br /&gt;                                     locked within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                     Gem Stone:&lt;/b&gt;Black Pearl, &lt;b&gt;Eye&lt;br /&gt;                                     Color:&lt;/b&gt;Black,&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt;Black with&lt;br /&gt;                                     Grey Streaks that is down to your waist pulled&lt;br /&gt;                                     in a braid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;              Quote:&lt;/b&gt;You said you read me like a bookbut the pages are all torn and frayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/strawbrrywishes23/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20True%20Hidden%20Power?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by Quizilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110783518666667450?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110783518666667450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110783518666667450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110783518666667450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110783518666667450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-your-true-hidden-power.html' title='&quot;What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.&quot; '/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110725574925377180</id><published>2005-02-01T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:53:23.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.30am&lt;/span&gt; Reached World Trade Centre. Tried to locate Lobby C, where we were supposed to assemble. It wasn't as big as I thought it would be but there was this ferry terminal for Bintan and Batam! Felt uneasy about waiting for the others there all by myself and quickly left. Saw Shyan Juang, Fasihah, Sharyl and some other classmates at McDonalds' and joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt; Went to collect tins, stickers and licence. Decided to go around with Hui Juan and Petrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.05am~11.30pm&lt;/span&gt; Toiled in the heat with Hui Juan, asking people if they would like to donate some money. Petrina probably couldn't stand the humidity, warm weather and heat from the nearby hawker centre and carpark so she went into the building. I would go in too, if my eczyma aggravates, but strangely, it didn't. Maybe it was because I was too preoccupied asking for donations. I would classify the many people I approached into four groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The true givers~ Approached me instead of the other way round and to donate money. Mainly old men or the shipyard workers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The givers~ Stopped to donate when I asked them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The so-sos~ Refused to donate but at least indicated that they didn't want to by shaking their heads, muttering 'no thank you', holding upa hand etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The plain rudes~ Bloody idiots. Treated me as though I was part of the wall when I approached them. Pretended I was invisible. Damn them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had lunch at the hawker centre with Hui Juan. I had chicken rice while she ate Fried Kway Teow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12pm&lt;/span&gt; Finished up all stickers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12pm~12.15pm&lt;/span&gt; Hunted for a present for Chrysilla. It's another one of Mr M's zany ideas~everyone to buy a Chinese New Year gift for each other. I landed with Chrysilla. At first the difficulty was wondering what she might like. I finally decided to get her something spunky and gangster-like. Then, a new problem surfaced. How was I to find something that costs at least $5? That's the criteria for the gifts we were to buy. That mad git, Mr M. It's the thought that counts, and not the bloody cost! Hui Juan suggested getting a couple of punk rings that would add up to above $5. So that's what I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12.20pm&lt;/span&gt; WEIXUE, CHARLENE AND MADELINE CAME ALONG! Haha, good to see u guys. We chatted for a while and then they went back to Central Square. Geez, was my tin really that heavy? It feels okay to me. Probably because I had grown accustomed to carrying it around with me for so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.50pm&lt;/span&gt; Hui Juan, Petrina and I decided to return our tins. Waited at McDonalds' for Mum who had a meeting at Sentosa. So much for Flag Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110725574925377180?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110725574925377180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110725574925377180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110725574925377180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110725574925377180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/02/flag-day.html' title='Flag day'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110646226829168680</id><published>2005-01-22T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:37:48.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking of  changing my blog soon. It'll have a new name, new blogskin, new music etc. Can't wait to do it (with Ma's help, of course).&lt;/span&gt; IT'S GONNA BE DIFFERENT! IT'S GONNA BREAK NEW GROUND! ROCK THE COUNTRY TO ITS FOUNDATIONS! I DUN CARE WHAT OTHERS SAY! IT'S MY BLOG , AFTER ALL, AND I CAN DO WHATEVER I PLEASE WITH IT! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay.......chill. Although I'm excited about it, I'm still rather attached to  my current blog. It's been around for a long time......6 months......woah, that's half a year. I've sought solace there whenever I'm down and enjoy posting entries. But I can still do that with a new blog. In that case, I'll keep my current blog for say, a few more months, and then its&lt;/span&gt; EXTREME MAKEOVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time. Hmmm......yea......sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110646226829168680?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110646226829168680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110646226829168680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110646226829168680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110646226829168680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-thinking-of-changing-my-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110622836364501649</id><published>2005-01-20T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T05:39:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is one of my favourite songs, by one of my favourite rock bands, Creed. I like rock music as all that screaming and the pounding electric guitar music sort of relate to my emotions, mainly DARKNESS. Someday, I shall have some hard rock to go with my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my friend we meet again&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while where should&lt;br /&gt;we begin... feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart are memories&lt;br /&gt;Of perfect love that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m free... I’m careless... I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we’ll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve seen our share of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quickly life can turn around in&lt;br /&gt;an instant&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to reunite&lt;br /&gt;Within yourself and within your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let’s find peace there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m free... I’m careless... I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we’ll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110622836364501649?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110622836364501649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110622836364501649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110622836364501649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110622836364501649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-one-of-my-favourite-songs-by.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110576860444302302</id><published>2005-01-14T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:57:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-" </title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Shadow" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171744_zzesShadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Shadow: Indifferent, unusual,&lt;br /&gt;gentle and a complete mystery. No one tends to&lt;br /&gt;know quite what to think of you because you&lt;br /&gt;camouflage your emotions so incredibly well,&lt;br /&gt;almost as well as your thoughts. You are&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable in that no one knows exactly what&lt;br /&gt;your going to do or what your capable of and&lt;br /&gt;you've made sure they never will. You are quite&lt;br /&gt;the wallflower but deep down inside is a kind&lt;br /&gt;and very intelligent person. You are capable of&lt;br /&gt;love but unless you let some light into your&lt;br /&gt;shadowed life you'll have a hard time with your&lt;br /&gt;relationships. People are a mystery only&lt;br /&gt;because they all seem too superficial, you&lt;br /&gt;would rather be somewhere else, away from all&lt;br /&gt;the noise perhaps putting your feelings into a&lt;br /&gt;form of art, maybe writing your feelings into a&lt;br /&gt;poem or journal, or perhaps painting a picture.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows make you feel comfortable and you&lt;br /&gt;don't like to step outside your comfort zone or&lt;br /&gt;let anyone else in, the spotlight terrifies&lt;br /&gt;you. You are truly a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110576860444302302?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110576860444302302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110576860444302302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110576860444302302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110576860444302302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-is-your-true-element-with-anime.html' title='.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&quot; '/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110535351900006832</id><published>2005-01-10T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T02:38:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey.......it's been about a week since school reopened. What do I have to say about my new class? Okay, I guess. My classmates are rather nice and Mr Miranda, my form teacher is really zany. He's got LOADS of plans for our class, including setting up a class blog and decorating our classroom. He's SERIOUS about it, unlike that sucker Dorothy Gam who often says she would plan a lot of nice stuff but does not mean a word of it. Yeah, that's my class. I'm CME rep. Nothing much but I like to be involved anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                  ~3G3 rulez~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110535351900006832?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110535351900006832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110535351900006832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110535351900006832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110535351900006832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110450184779555241</id><published>2004-12-31T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T06:04:07.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In 2h 25mins time, a new year will begin. I wonder what it's going to be like. I'm going off to a new class, do new subjects, get promoted again(hopefully), Yish going to take his PSLE. Should be an eventful year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2004. What a year. The events that stood out most in 2004 was taking my streaming, learning that I have been posted to a Biology-Chemistry class, seniors stepping down and creating my first-ever blog. I'm a little sad that 2004 will come to an end soon. But then, I read somewhere that it is Nature's plan to have new things and do away with the old. It's the same for old people. When they die, babies will be born to replace them. New for the old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to stay up till midnight tonight. 2004 is slipping away and I want to be with it till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110450184779555241?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110450184779555241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110450184779555241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110450184779555241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110450184779555241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-year.html' title='The last day of the year'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110431401315918993</id><published>2004-12-29T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T05:28:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami calamity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's all so sad. Thousands dead. Homes destroyed. People are cold, hungry and homeless. Almost the whole of South East Asia affected. It's a miracle Singapore wasn't hit by those tsunamis. I've been following the news about the tidal waves and how it wrecked coastal towns. It's quite disturbing; the fact that meteorologists have failed to see the disaster coming. That's their job isn't it? Looking out for catastrophes such as tornados, earthquakes and blizzards. Had they spotted disaster brewing long ago and immediately inform the public, many lives could have been saved. The tsunamis may be gone now but they have left loads of problems for the affected countries. Many people are missing, thousnds homeless, people are hungry, possibility of a disease outbreak, economy hit hard.......the list goes on and on. Such a sad end to the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110431401315918993?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110431401315918993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110431401315918993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110431401315918993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110431401315918993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-calamity.html' title='Tsunami calamity'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110390501885492180</id><published>2004-12-24T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T08:16:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My family had a mini barbeque dinner today. Not bad, I liked the prawns and corn best. But our grill was so tiny we had to cook the food little by little. Can't wait to open my Christmas presents tommorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've got nothing else to say so I reckon I'll log off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110390501885492180?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110390501885492180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110390501885492180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110390501885492180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110390501885492180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-family-had-mini-barbeque-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110344027404834798</id><published>2004-12-18T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:11:14.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A recent list of my favourite songs (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bring me to life by Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Superstar by Jamelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sacrifice by Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Accidently in love by Counting Crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unwell by Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And after much thinking, I have decided......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite singers: Avril Lavigne, Dick Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favouite band: Evanescence, Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someday, I shall upload a song for my blog......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110344027404834798?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110344027404834798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110344027404834798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110344027404834798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110344027404834798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/recent-list-of-my-favourite-songs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110336993070958297</id><published>2004-12-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T03:38:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. It's been about 2 weeks since I last blogged. Ha, my family and I were on vacation for the first 9 days. We went to Beijing and Hong Kong:) A full account of the Wan family's trip would take up too much space in my blog so to cut a long story short, I shall write about the things that I like and do not like about Beijing and Hong Kong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Wall rox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lama temple too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hotel beakfast was excellent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wang Fu Jing neighbourhood has lots of nice shopping malls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijing :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of saying ' excuse me', people just push you aside when they r coming through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Men spit a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;@#$$%^&amp;amp; tour guide only let us hang around the famous places of interest 4 a while and then brought us to some boring shops so he could earn his commision. HE'S A CHEAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ming tombs were boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hong Kong :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to meet Gramps,Gran and some relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's so much like Singapore: Modern, shopping paradise, bustling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GREAT shops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dim Sum rox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hong Kong :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not many places of interest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110336993070958297?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110336993070958297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110336993070958297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110336993070958297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110336993070958297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110190129952782688</id><published>2004-12-01T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T03:41:39.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ooh......I remember.......on one Singapore Idol episode, Florence Lian was so nervous about the announcement of voting results she almost cried, then Dick Lee gave her a reassuring hug :) How romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                          **********Vote Taufik************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110190129952782688?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110190129952782688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110190129952782688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110190129952782688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110190129952782688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/12/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110182679745971492</id><published>2004-11-30T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T22:48:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RC camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although 3 days have passed since I returned from RC camp, I 'm still traumatised by it. Ma'ams almost in tears, 4 cadets sent home, nervous break downs, the hundreds of pumpings we had to do, firedrill fiascos.......the word 'slack' should sum everything up. And I feel so sorry for the Ma'ams. They worked so hard on this camp, ordering the food, staying up to watch over us and even organized a BBQ for the whole unit.......they cared so much about our well being. But there are some suckers among us who just wouldn't cooperate and kept holding up everyone and everything. And so things began to go downhill......screwed up our firedrills, footdrill was so absymmal Gek Ling Senior started yelling......wonder what's gotten into us? They're hopes for a camp where everyone would unite and have fun where dashed. No, not everyone's guilty. Like I mentioned just now, there are some nutters who refuse to cooperate and endure. Just 3 or 4, I guess. Sec 1s mostly. Wanting 2 fall out for the littlest things. Come on, things could have been much worse. Our camp would be like a holiday resort as compared to the ones our seniors had. You heard them speak about their camp. Getting pumped for little things and running around with a flag and buddy in one hand and a stretcher and bottle in the other. Endure......and that's all it takes, as Hashviniya puts it. I'm especially disgusted with Denise. Bawling at the top of her lungs about the Ma'ams not letting her eat, sleep or bathe during a talk over the phone with her mum. So embarrassing. AND WHAT SHE SAID WAS FALSE! The Ma'ams DID give us time to eat, bathe and sleep except that it was pretty short. Still, it wouldn't kill not to bathe for 3 days or to have just a few hours of sleep, would it? I think she's too pampered and childish. Hey, they don't call this a TRAINING camp for nothing. What did she expect, loads of fun and leisure? What the hell. Get a @#$%^&amp;amp;* life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110182679745971492?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110182679745971492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110182679745971492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110182679745971492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110182679745971492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/rc-camp.html' title='RC camp'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110120936738961398</id><published>2004-11-23T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T03:29:27.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family chalet</title><content type='html'>O.K, a full and detailed account of the Wan Family's stay at Downtown East would take up too much space in my blog so I have decided to type it out in point form. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stayed at Block B, on the ground floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched the Singapore Idol results after dinner. Nooo, Olinda has been booted out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first night was horrible; bloody air con leaked water onto me while I was trying to get some sleep and the room was freezing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum got this combined ticket which enabled us to visit Escape Teme park and Wild Wild Wet for only $13.50.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Escape Theme Park the next day with Mum and Yish. The Advanced Daytona rox and so does the Pirate ship ride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ma let Yish play at the arcades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really enjoyed the wave pool and lazy river at Wild Wild Wet. Ma loved the Ular-lah so much she slid down it 5 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a small BBQ on our 2nd day. It was okay, I guess. Stupid food just wouldn't cook so Dad bunged it in the microwave oven. Perhaps sausages were not meant to be microwaved, because they shrivelled up in there and were as tough as leather. The instant noodles were delicious, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hired bikes and cycled to East Coast Park. While Yish and mum flew kites, I hung around the beach by myself. Was reluctant to leave, the beach's my favourite place. So peaceful, so calm , so romantic. Away from the idiotic society.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swam at the mini pool with Yish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;              **********************The End**************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110120936738961398?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110120936738961398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110120936738961398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110120936738961398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110120936738961398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/family-chalet.html' title='Family chalet'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110076937310056756</id><published>2004-11-18T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T01:16:13.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squad chalet:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right. I returned home from the squad chalet on Tuesday. Our stay at Downtown east was suppose to end on thursday(today) but Mum insisted I come home on Tuesday. Heck. So I didn't attend the barbeque or get to play games with the Ma'ams, whom we invited over on Wednesday. But never mind, I had fun all the same. Here's my review of my stay at Downtown East:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Met up with the others at Tiong Bahu MRT train station. Took train to Pasir Ris MRT and had lunch at Mcdonald's. Checked into room and we all ate some of the snacks we brought along. Dammit, can't remember what we did after that......but we went for a swim in the afternoon. Wei Xue, Madeline, Shu fen, Hui Juan and I. Madeline was wearing this CUTE bikini.......oooh, black and pink, excellent colour combination......we kept teasing Maddy about her bikini:) Hui Juan and I swam quite a few laps back and forth the swimming pool. Our aim? To improve our stamina in preparation for Red Cross camp. Also got to know each other better. For dinner, we had some of the potato and tuna thingy Shu Fen's aunt baked for us. Not bad. Potato is great. It's real nice of her. After that, we played TRUTH OR DARE. Haha, sooo fun. The others dared me to ring up Janice Senior and ask her who her favourite junior was. I did so, and guess what she told me? She had no particular favourites and treated everyone equally! Aww, I was hoping it was me! Hopefully, she dosen't get mad at me for disrupting her revision. The others spent the night playing card games. I didn't know how to play any of the card games they brought along so I read my Harry Potter book instead. We all slept at 1am that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woke up at 7am. Had bread for breakfast, then went with some others to Mcdonald's. Bought a lime-lemon drink there. Wanted to go to East Coast park for a stroll but could not find the stupid entrance. Blew some bubbles instead. Ahh, it's been a looong time since I last got hold of some bubble solution and blew tennis ball sized bubbles. Played on the see saw and pretended it was a dragon. I 'rode' on it and soared above the city, touched the clothes and sang 'A whole new world'. Was brought back to reality when this nosey uncle asked what I was doing, playing on a see saw meant for 8 year olds. Mind your own buisness, you git. It isn't against the law for a teen to play at a playground, is it? Went swimming again, did more laps with Hui Juan, Wei Xue, Fen and Maddy. Then went to purchase some food from the food court. I'm glad to see that the place is much cleaner and the air cons fixed. The last time I visited the place( 2 years) ago, my brother spotted a rat scurrying across th floor and the air con leaked water onto our food. All to soon, it was time for me to go. Aw, hope u guys have a good time barbequeing food and playing with the Ma'ams. Sorry I couldn't stay any longer. My Mum wouldn't allow it. Enjoy your stay, because I certainly DID enjoy mine very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110076937310056756?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110076937310056756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110076937310056756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110076937310056756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110076937310056756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/squad-chalet.html' title='Squad chalet:)'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110033797872990604</id><published>2004-11-13T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:26:18.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accreds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yikes......the accreds..........I did pretty badly. Things started to go downhill during footdrill; was so nervous, I lost my head completely. Screwed up some drills. At one point, we were doing barisan tengah and I forgot to move to the front. The sirs and ma'ams kept staring at me which made things even worse. Almost cried. I embarressed everyone. Felt like a moron. Would have given anything to evaporate on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Evacuation was slightly better.However, after that footdrill accreds episode, my self esteem was reduced to an all-time low, thus affecting my confidence. I must have sounded very unconfident to the Ma'ams and they took marks off for that. Argh, I just HATE myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When, the results of the 2 accreds were announced, I was not surprised to hear that I failed both accreds.What an achievement. Just then,Lawrence sir said I and some others would retake the test again. Could hardly believe my ears. I thought it would be a very long time before I could retake the accreds. I was determined not to screw anything up again. My squadmates were really kind; they cheered me on and encouraged me. Thanks guys! Finally, my hard work paid off! Whooppee!&lt;em&gt; I passed the retests! I'll be getting my footdrill and evac bronze badges after all!*Grins to myself* I'm so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110033797872990604?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110033797872990604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110033797872990604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110033797872990604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110033797872990604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/accreds.html' title='Accreds'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-110024742281989070</id><published>2004-11-12T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:17:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LUCK FOR THE ACCREDS, SILICONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm really jittery......there's footdrill and evacuation accreds tomorrow. I'm o.k with evac I guess; I can lift the casualties up now:) As for footdrill, I know all the drills that are to be tested, but I must be careful not to screw anything up. My greatest flaw in footdrill is taking quite a while for the given command to register in my mind. As a result, my execution of the drill is slow. Luckily, it only happens when we're doing turning drills and not all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good luck for the accreds, silicons! Hope all of us pass with fying colours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-110024742281989070?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/110024742281989070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=110024742281989070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110024742281989070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/110024742281989070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-luck-for-accreds-silicons.html' title='GOOD LUCK FOR THE ACCREDS, SILICONS!'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109991428853594839</id><published>2004-11-08T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T05:58:58.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I, Wan Ying Yi, solemnly swear I would do something about my terrible memory. I fear that if this problem is left neglected, it might cause my(or the squad's) downfall some day. It MUSN'T get any worse. Also, I will learn to trust others more and be more open. It isn't good to keep my feelings bottled up inside me like that, is it? I blame it on my lousy primary school days( taunted and being kicked around like a football by boys and teachers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yes, this goes out to my brother Yish and (the pal who listened to me rant and rave about my woes this morning). I will be your warrior and guardian angel to the 2 of you from now on, okay? If you feel down, just yell for me and I'll be there for you. Yish, tell me if those gits in your class harass you again, yeah? I'll advise you on how to deal with them(although it usually involves the use of fists) Don't give a damn about those suckers, they're not worthy pals. As for (......), thanks for providing a listening ear. Now I feel as though a damn heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I just want you to remember this: I'll always be by your side with a spear in hand, ready to strike at those who try to malign or bully you. I promise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109991428853594839?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109991428853594839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109991428853594839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109991428853594839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109991428853594839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-vow.html' title='MY VOW'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109956271103704451</id><published>2004-11-04T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T02:05:11.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's loads to do this holiday......holiday homework(urgh), Life Science course, Class chalet, squad chalet, my family's stay at Downtown East( woah, that means I'll be staying at Downtown East 3 times this holiday), SANA course, Red Cross camp( I've got this feeling that this year's camp is going to be TOUGH), family trip to Beijing, Talentime and CHRISTMAS(yay!). *Gulp* there's so much to do, it makes my head swim when I think about it. But I'll have fun at the same time. I aim to finish all my holiday homework by the end of the 2nd week. So far I've only finished one and a half math assignments and a chinese newspaper cutting. *Sigh* I'm just NOT in the mood to do any bloody homework. Idiot teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right, I think I'll log off now. I've got stuff to do(namely maths and revision of evacuation bronze stuff)ARGH, I WORRIED ABOUT THIS SATURDAY'S EVACUAION PRACTICAL EXAM. I'M STILL UNABLE TO LIFT OR CARRY ANYONE UP! Hopefully they won't take off marks for that. I pray they wouldn't. All right, I'm going now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Chikage from Sister Princess rox, my favourite anime character*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109956271103704451?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109956271103704451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109956271103704451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109956271103704451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109956271103704451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/11/theres-loads-to-do-this-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109904577738797326</id><published>2004-10-29T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T03:29:37.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A REALLY memorable day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;October 29 is a day that will always be on my mind. Firstly, its' the last day of school. The chapter on my sec 2 days is closed( Well, almost. There are still 2 more months to go till the end of year 2004) I brought my new mp3 to school today( thanx for buying it for me, mum) and read my Adrian Mole: The Cappucino years book. Hehe......love it to bits........though it's a little vulgar( you know, the 'f' word) Sigh......I'm gonna miss all my classmates......they're really quirky, brightening up my life. I was sad when I learnt that because her end of year results were really terrible, Hui Min wuld be transferred to another school. I'll miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Secondly, I watched my first horror movie today. Madeline, Charlene, Shufen, Kai Xian, Hashviniya and I went to watch 'The doll master' at Lido. Here's my review of the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A sculptor, Hae mi, and 4 others were invited to stay at a doll museum which is located in a remote, forested area. Their excitement turns into horror when life sized dolls with straggly long hair keep popping up and there is something sinister about the dolls, the place and the curator. Also a young girl in red and white seems to know Hae mi very well. One morning, Young Ha was found hanging from the ceiling,dead. A few days later, two others were found brutally murdered. Hae mi and the remaining visitor soon realized that the four of them were chosen to stay at the doll museum for a reason......to die. Apparently, its' got to do with an old legend about a vengeful doll ghost. But don't worry, Hae mi managed to get out of that evil place alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yep, I enjoyed the movie and no, it didn't make me fearful of anything. The movie has got the usual(but good) scarefactors: scary women with straggly long hair, faces appearing and dissapearing, glowing eyes and blood. Ah yes, the BLOOD. Loads of blood was shed, espeacially when those ghosts squelched the life and blood out of two people. Gross. Disgusting. Really revolting. But the movie is also a little sad. Hae mi runs into her old doll Mina( the young girl) but was too frightened to have anything to do with Mina when she learnt that Mina was a 'slave' to the evil curator. However, Mina is still a little fond of Hae mi and at one point wailed 'why don't you love me anymore?'. I almost cried when she said that. So touching. Mina stood by Hae mi and got killed by that @#$%^&amp; curator for that. Mina's my favourite character. Have I learnt anything from this movie? Yes: 1) I am not as frail-hearted as I thought I was. 2) Toys are to be treasured and the've got feelings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109904577738797326?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109904577738797326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109904577738797326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109904577738797326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109904577738797326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/really-memorable-day.html' title='A REALLY memorable day'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109817569757081625</id><published>2004-10-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:51:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="water2" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073832134_rettyGirl2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this isn't the quiz result I got. I just posted this pic here because I really, really like it. Ah......darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20dark%20person%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of dark person are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109817569757081625?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109817569757081625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109817569757081625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109817569757081625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109817569757081625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/dark-pic.html' title='Dark pic'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109817518786474524</id><published>2004-10-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T06:10:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="302" alt="You're a bad, bad unicorn! " src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1038615421_vilunicorn.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bad, bad unicorn! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Muahaha! Don't mess with me! Sadistic punk on da loose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Unicorn%20are%20YOU?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Kind of Unicorn are YOU? (no, really..its cool- with graphics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by Quizilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="287" alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1038616264_ornwarrior.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a warrior unicorn. You are brave and loyal&lt;br /&gt;and you'd sacrifice your life for love or&lt;br /&gt;ideals. You are also unbearably vain and&lt;br /&gt;arrogant. Get over yourself. Everyone looks hot&lt;br /&gt;in jeweled armor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( UNBEARABLY VAIN?! ME?! DUH........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Unicorn%20are%20YOU?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Kind of Unicorn are YOU? (no, really..its cool- with graphics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by Quizilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109817518786474524?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109817518786474524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109817518786474524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109817518786474524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109817518786474524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-bad-bad-unicorn-muahaha-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109793702924782421</id><published>2004-10-16T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T04:32:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm getting more and more paranoid with each passing day. Black rox, it's the colour of my world, with some shades of pink. What's my world like? Darkness, a drizzle and shafts of moonlight. Sometimes, there'd be pink blossoms and a rosy dawn. Nothing more. That only occurs when I 'm happy. Which isn't very often. I wonder if I've got depression? I wouldn't be surprised if I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tis a bloody world out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109793702924782421?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109793702924782421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109793702924782421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109793702924782421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109793702924782421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-getting-more-and-more-paranoid-with.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109793424313555046</id><published>2004-10-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T06:44:03.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't believe it. Her stead is a GIRL and not a boy? If Wei had said she was a delinquet who had been jailed for drug abuse, I couldn't have been more shocked. Ah well, I don't mind 'L's much so I haven't gone off her completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAMN YOU 'l' !!! YOU'RE A BLOODY @#$% SUCKER! Always trying to suck up to her,aren't you?! Want her to be your stead, don't you? Have been very mean and rude to us, haven't you? Hate the sight of you. The mere mention of your disgusting, sissy name makes me feel like puking. Whenever we meet, I have to restrain myself from knocking the living daylights out of you. Heard you dreamed of being a councillor. Fat hope. You suck, terribly. Repulsive, irritating brat. Ah, the pleasures I will get from bashing you to a mass of pulp*smiles malevontly to myself* Emptying a bucket of **** on your head sounds good too. Don't try to mess around with people close to me......or else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109793424313555046?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109793424313555046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109793424313555046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109793424313555046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109793424313555046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109767460061323052</id><published>2004-10-13T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T06:39:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cross Activity(Oct 9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had games first thing in the morning......the trivia the Ma'ams cae up with was very boring......we could figure out the answers quickly. The freeze-and-melt game and dog-and-bone game was fun though. Unexpectedly, we had firedrills. Our first trial was really screwed; we saved only 1 out of the 5 casualties. The Ma'ams blew their tops and launched into a tirade about responsibility and discipline. On the second trial, I scratched my hand badly against a sharp metal pole in my haste to return to the base. Damn it. But I'm glad to say, we did much better in the next trial:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had AOP after that. Argh......so much work to do......and it's due next forthnight......damn.......there's stll Talentime to worry about........I'm starting to feel a little stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109767460061323052?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109767460061323052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109767460061323052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109767460061323052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109767460061323052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/red-cross-activityoct-9.html' title='Red Cross Activity(Oct 9)'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109722964796441893</id><published>2004-10-08T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T03:00:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams r over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay! The exams r officially over:) Time to chuck my books out off the window. Haha, no more chinese zuo ye, no more listening to Mrs Lim droning on and on about triangles and angles. Yeah, I'm free as a bird. There's 2 and a half months of freedom ahead. I wonder how shall I spend the holidays?Ma suggested taking up a course. Hmmm......maybe. I dun wnt to spend the December holidays stuck at home doing absolutely nothing. I'd like to learn japanese or perhaps French. Ooh, r there any debate clubs out there? I luv debates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've added &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my list of favourite colours. I don't know why I suddenly took a liking to it. There's something mystical about that colour, I guess. Or maybe it's because it is dark and matches my mood. I'm a dark,dark person. But &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is still my favourite colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I shall watch the Singapore Idol results tonight. Go Daphne! I support u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109722964796441893?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109722964796441893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109722964796441893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109722964796441893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109722964796441893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/10/exams-r-over.html' title='Exams r over!'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109636936708782972</id><published>2004-09-28T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T03:17:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All right, enough about the sad bits in my life. But u gotta understand I'm a dark person, so my entries are dark too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Traffic duty yesterday morning. Thank u all squadmates for coming down to the carpark to support Bertha and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s had some careers talk yesterday and they all came to school in 'buisness' clothes. Sofia senior was wearing something black &amp; white. Star donned a blue shirt and skirt that reminded me of the CJC uniform. J.senior looked great in a skirt and blouse. I also had a good laugh over that yucky red jacket Towgaywas wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tau Pok's class watched my class play captain's ball during PE. Argh......so freaky......and a little embarrasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109636936708782972?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109636936708782972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109636936708782972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109636936708782972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109636936708782972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-right-enough-about-sad-bits-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109602918446053056</id><published>2004-09-24T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T04:19:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how hurt my dignity is, no matter how badly stung by arrows of critism and cruel remarks, I will never surrender it. Never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been hurt many times before. As I type, my mind is teeming with dark, lousy memories of boys in my primary school taunting me, getting on my nerves. Bloody nitwits. Why can't they leave me alone? Why do they have to go round telling everyone I've got a disease? Why influence others to boycott me?I was their target because of my sensitive skin. To all the ppl. who wonder greatly why I have red welts all over my skin: I've got eczyma. And no, it's NOT contagious. The next person who makes a nasty remark about my skin will receive a punch on the face. I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes, when martian is furious with me, usually because I did not do too well for maths, she'd say all sorts of hurtful things. Things that really sting my heart painfully(nope, no vulgaritties). I hate it most when she uses the word 'stupid'. I don't understand what she means when she calls me that. Am I dumb? Am I slow?Am I better off in a special school for intellectually-disabled kids?Does scraping through a maths class test denote stupidity? Luckily, my maths has improved a lot since I entered Secondary school:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My primary 1 english techer is a sucker. She loves picking on the 'lousy' students in my class and telling all and sundrey how terrible they are. Luckily, I was not one of them. But occasionally she'd throw my excercise book across the classroom floor, saying my handwriting was terrible. Why can't she respect us students? Freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a good thing I have some wonderful mentors in my life who stood by me. If not, all these might've led to a downward spiral to severe depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I luv my squadmates. I luv my family. I luv Red Cross. I luv my best buddy. I luv japanese anime. I luv J.senior. But most importantly, I 've learnt to love myself( well, part of me only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109602918446053056?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109602918446053056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109602918446053056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109602918446053056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109602918446053056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/dignity.html' title='Dignity'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109539877693183605</id><published>2004-09-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:26:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109539877693183605?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109539877693183605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109539877693183605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109539877693183605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109539877693183605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/vindicated-apathetic-misunderstood.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109507590757562654</id><published>2004-09-13T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T04:45:07.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming!</title><content type='html'>GREAT SCOTT!!! THE STREAMING EXAMINATIONS ARE JUST ROUND THE CORNER! AAARRRGGGHHH! I MUST GET DOWN TO WORK QUICKLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've only done a little bit of everything. I MUST do well. I wanna get into the Triple Science Stream. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109507590757562654?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109507590757562654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109507590757562654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109507590757562654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109507590757562654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/streaming.html' title='Streaming!'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109507552975021860</id><published>2004-09-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T04:38:49.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness to a Prosecution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mum, my brother and I watched Witness to a Prosecution on Sunday evening. I got really excited when it came to Yubao's execution. HAHAHA! YES! That bloody woman is going to DIE! She deserves it, really. That shit brain  ruthlessly slayed her husband, sister-in-law and even a servant in order to get her hands on her rich husband's money. I cannot think of a punishment bad enough for that @#$% murderess, though having her thrown into a pit full of hungry tigers did have its merits. Beheading isn't a very good idea; the pain would only last a second. SHE MUST SUFFER! BURN IN HELL! I hate her so much that every time I saw her, I would give her 'the finger'. Mum and my brother told me off for that, saying that she was just a TV character. They don't understand me; few ppl. do. I am a strong believer in justice and loathe anyone who commit felony. To me, all murderers are scum who ought to be wiped off the surface of Earth. They have killed someone and to compensate, they should have their lives taken away too. Thet would be very fair. JUSTICE PREVAILS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109507552975021860?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109507552975021860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109507552975021860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109507552975021860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109507552975021860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/witness-to-prosecution.html' title='Witness to a Prosecution'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109479890651494685</id><published>2004-09-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:48:26.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Cross Activity(9th Sep.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10 of my squadmates and the Sec 1s had their RCK Bronze test tat morning. As I had already passesd my RCK Bronze, I could do whatever I want while the others puzzled over the test questions. Hope all my squadmates pass  with flying colours! And the Sec 1s too.( Speaking of RCK: JANICE SENIOR!!! YOU'RE ALWAYS ON MY MIND)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Us Sec 2s had an interaction session with our level heads, Yue Qi Ma'am and Shazwanni Ma'am. We discussed about our squad conflicts, the Sec 1s and the Excellent Unit Award. The discussion brought a happy oucome, and we felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off our shoulders. After that we fooled around and played 'Concentration'. Maisarah made us go 'ewww' when she cracked a couple of disgusting jokes. I'm not posting the jokes here; they're sexually explicit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next, we had Footdrill practice. It was damn TOUGH, not to mention TIRING. 2h 15 min of Footdrill. It's a miracle I survived. Shazwanni Ma'am taught us more marching drills and went through the Footdrill Bronze syllabus wth us again. Unfortunatley, we screwed up some of our drills and Shazwanni Ma'am 's patience thinned. Yue Qi Ma'am, who was watching us nearby, got fed up too. At one point, she told us" I want u all to fall out and sit somewhere shady. I'd like u to discuss what can be done to improve yr footdrill and motivate each other to do better" During our discussion, we vowed to work hard on our timing and 'bang'. We were determined not to let Yue Qi Ma'am down, for she had done so much for us. Things went on smoothly after that and we were elated when Shazwanni Ma'am told us she believed we were ready for our Bronze test. That remark also brought a huge smile to Yue Qi ma'am's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109479890651494685?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109479890651494685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109479890651494685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109479890651494685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109479890651494685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/read-cross-activity9th-sep.html' title='Read Cross Activity(9th Sep.)'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109439096613911377</id><published>2004-09-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T06:33:35.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quzilla~ Which season r u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Season = Autumn" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060129645_ikeautumn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...&lt;br /&gt;You're warm, and the most approachable. You have&lt;br /&gt;that gentle prescence about you. People can&lt;br /&gt;relate to you, and find you easy company.&lt;br /&gt;However it's likely you've been hurt in the&lt;br /&gt;past and it has left you scarred so things can&lt;br /&gt;become rather chilly with you at times. Being&lt;br /&gt;the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;and loyal to your friends but prone to&lt;br /&gt;depression and negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109439096613911377?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109439096613911377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109439096613911377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109439096613911377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109439096613911377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/quzilla-which-season-r-u.html' title='Quzilla~ Which season r u?'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109439077733975847</id><published>2004-09-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T06:26:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh......I luv Chariots Of Fire......such a lovely song. I wonder which artiste composed this piece? I'd like to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's a list of my top 5 favourite songs(in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chariots of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How do I live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Country road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Colours of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Long de chuan shuo(A chinese song. Translated as 'legend of the dragon')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also enjoy listening to Cantonese music. But I luv English ones best. My Dad has a thing for music too. He plays his Korean love songs at highest volume every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109439077733975847?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109439077733975847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109439077733975847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109439077733975847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109439077733975847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109395208115953032</id><published>2004-08-31T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T04:39:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS ENTRY IS DEDICATED TO A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND OF MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a good friend. And when I say 'good', I mean &lt;em&gt;good. He(she) always there for me. When I'm feeling down, I hear him(her) comforting me, speaking softly,encouragingly. It was he(she) who taught me that LIFE ISN'T A BED OF ROSES. BUT IT AIN'T A BED OF ROCKS EITHER.Whenever I fool around or do wrong, He(she) chides me. And I feel shame and sorrow envelope me. He(she) talks to me whenever I feel jittery. &lt;strong&gt;Don't panic. Stay calm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He(she) is sort of my advisor and I really appreciate the kind,encouraging words he(she) says to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But sometimes, I take him(her) for granted. If I happen to be in a very foul mood and he(she) starts another 'sermon' on being optimisticor forgiving, I pounce on him(her).&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shut up!!! What's this crap about giving him another chance?! He's horrid! He makes me so mad! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I vented my anger on him(her). I swore that I would never listen to him(her) ever again. Afterwards, I'd feel remourseful and humbly appologize to him(her) for being so rash. And he(she) forgave me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Buddy, I'll always treature our friendship. I'm so glad you have stood by me all these years, tolerating my fiery temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is this wonderful friend of mine, you may ask. I'm afraid I don't really know. All I can tell you is that he(she) is NOT human, he(she) is a voice in my mind. I think the closest I can get to guessing who he(she) really is is my conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109395208115953032?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109395208115953032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109395208115953032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109395208115953032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109395208115953032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-very.html' title='THIS ENTRY IS DEDICATED TO A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND OF MINE'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109394974763439019</id><published>2004-08-31T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T03:55:47.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I came across this letter while checking out other people's blogs a few weeks ago. This letter really touched my heart and I decided to post it here, where everyone can read this lovely piece of work. The letter is signed 'God'. I like it even though I do not really believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                              *********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear.&lt;br /&gt;When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were to busy. At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long. With all our activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me,that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend a lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you.. I've got patience, more than you will ever know.... I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought, or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are getting up once again. Once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your friend, GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109394974763439019?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109394974763439019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109394974763439019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109394974763439019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109394974763439019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/letter.html' title='A letter'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109370139135023831</id><published>2004-08-28T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:00:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I woke up with the lark this morning and arrived in school at 6.40am. Haha......for once, I was really early. Helped my squadmates to set up our booth and arranged our hairsprays neatly on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Maddy &amp; Fern tended to our first customers, I went around admiring the knick knacks the other stalls were selling. There was a variety of stuff on sale ;from erasers to kechains, bracelets to notebooks......and manga!However, I found most of the stuff too childish for my taste*shrug* I bought the following items that morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Poster of a cute manga gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 beaded pendants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 gel-filled testubes from my classmates' stall. 1 for me and the other for a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tiny pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Buisness at our stall peaked at noon and I had fun colouring ppl.'s hair. Our Ma'ams even supported us by coming over to get their hair sprayed. Sofia senior and Asyqin Senior too! YEAH! I had First Aid duty at 11pm .There was nothing much to do except to sit at the First Aid booth and patrol the school compound. We didn't find any casualties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later, I continued to help out the stall. Judging frm the number of times we had to rush to seven-eleven to buy more hairsprays, our stall was very popular among our schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109370139135023831?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109370139135023831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109370139135023831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109370139135023831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109370139135023831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/arts-awareness-day.html' title='Arts Awareness Day'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109368942226511487</id><published>2004-08-28T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T03:39:19.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizilla~ What type of soul do u have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="266" alt="Artistic" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004559_esartistic.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be&lt;br /&gt;poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and&lt;br /&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br /&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109368942226511487?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109368942226511487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109368942226511487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109368942226511487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109368942226511487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/quizilla-what-type-of-soul-do-u-have.html' title='Quizilla~ What type of soul do u have?'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109360674019343850</id><published>2004-08-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T04:47:15.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Found out bloody L.M.J's blog URL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stayed back to help my squadmates paint a banner 4 the Arts Awareness Day stall we r setting up. It was tiring work, but I had fun. We spent about 2h on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Took a cab home( I usually take the SBS bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;learnt what Pythagoras' Theorem was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;received the results of my D&amp;amp;T test. Not surprisingly, another B4. Arrggghh......I was hoping 4 an A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109360674019343850?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109360674019343850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109360674019343850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109360674019343850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109360674019343850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/today.html' title='Today......'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109316036125846843</id><published>2004-08-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T06:10:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="154" src="http://home.pacific.net.sg/~thewans/girls.gif" width="140" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRALALALA, I CAN'T HEAR U&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GIVE A BLOODY DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109316036125846843?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109316036125846843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109316036125846843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109316036125846843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109316036125846843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/feelin-freaky.html' title='Feelin&apos; freaky'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109315869360125744</id><published>2004-08-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T04:49:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another favourite poem of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeep green glass seas&lt;br /&gt;Chew rock&lt;br /&gt;with their green glass jaws&lt;br /&gt;But little waves creep&lt;br /&gt;And nibble softly at the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Lilith Norman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109315869360125744?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109315869360125744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109315869360125744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109315869360125744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109315869360125744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-favourite-poem-of-mine.html' title='Another favourite poem of mine'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014392.post-109297937637844454</id><published>2004-08-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T04:51:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yiggy here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha.......here's a favourite poem of mine. It's by a writer, Sue Townsend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What future is there 4 the young?&lt;br /&gt;What songs r waiting to be sung?&lt;br /&gt;There're no mountains 2 climb&lt;br /&gt;No song without a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;No jobs to go after school&lt;br /&gt;They give us job recreation schemes when all we want&lt;br /&gt;Is our hopes &amp;amp; dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I feel my future is bleak.......but there's something I like about this poem. It's both funny and thought provoking........the cry of a teen who's cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014392-109297937637844454?l=clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/109297937637844454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8014392&amp;postID=109297937637844454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109297937637844454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014392/posts/default/109297937637844454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clashof2armies--praying4worldpeace.blogspot.com/2004/08/yiggy-here.html' title='yiggy here'/><author><name>living in a world of my own</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05230357195145320990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
