<?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-11486460</id><updated>2012-01-16T23:26:54.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILLLLL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1379330091176943197</id><published>2011-09-21T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:09:07.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In your heart, you made a choice to denounce all the things I did. No matter what I did, no matter what I said, you were not satisfied, even things as simple as not knowing your favourite drink. You chose to push me away further and further everytime I got closer. You chose to test me because you did not want to trust me. In the end, you ultimately chose to give up. No one understands from being told that he does not understand. He will understand when you tell him about it. You're right, I really don't understand what you have been trying to do. Since you have made the decision, it will stand as of now on. You're old enough to understand the consequences of the decision you have made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1379330091176943197?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1379330091176943197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1379330091176943197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1379330091176943197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1379330091176943197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-your-heart-you-made-choice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6507975382086319088</id><published>2010-02-20T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:07:42.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels like playing Monopoly. You pick up a Chance card and you thought it was something good. Instead it leads to you losing all your assets and also lose a turn. I've been robbed. Robbed of my precious time for you, just because I relented and thought it was for a greater good. A good turn doesn't deserve another, it deserves a kick in the ass. Now I sit here, wasting another book-out. Well, just to cheer myself up, there isn't a lot of book-ins left anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, no matter how sophistcated or hightech my computer is, my internet connection makes it totally a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a fucking audit and 10 more weeks to go. Why pay people so much money just for them to point out faults which gets us punished?&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/11486460-6507975382086319088?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6507975382086319088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6507975382086319088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6507975382086319088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6507975382086319088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-robbed.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-574798233732949872</id><published>2010-01-30T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:28:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lovely night. The moon is at its fullest and the stars are shining brightly. The cool breeze sweeps across, blowing into my face. Its been a long time since I experienced this kind of peace and freedom, closest to the tranquility that I've always been looking for. As I continue to cross out the days on my calender, I can smell the day that has been in my mind, the day that guys mutter wherever they go, so addictive that people can spend time making videos about it that go viral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But as the day looms near, it always comes to my mind whether it had made me more useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter what that answer is, its time that it made me useful, and that I let it make me a better man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11486460-574798233732949872?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/574798233732949872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=574798233732949872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/574798233732949872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/574798233732949872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-lovely-night.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1447359013647283446</id><published>2010-01-17T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:05:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've figured out with all thats said and done&lt;div&gt;yeah, maybe two is better than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why don't you walk the talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1447359013647283446?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1447359013647283446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1447359013647283446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1447359013647283446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1447359013647283446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-figured-out-with-all-thats-said-and.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7258510724585280388</id><published>2009-12-31T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:05:37.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" here="" i="" made="" it="" 300="" posts="" before="" 2009=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm playing so much L4D2 these few days that I'm having nightmares of myself being stuck in zombieland these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It marks the end of a good year which I mostly enjoyed, making history completing 60km and the rest of the RCC stuff, killing birds and being prisoner. Together with all my mates, we completed 3 FTX and Wallaby and a lot more that I would have to write a 10000 word report if I described everything. I love their company even though I don't wanna see them so often if it means I've to go back to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides I'd like to thank everyone that have been walking with me together in life, for being there when I was down, for being there when I was up, and being there though not all the time, but at least some part of my life. You know who you all are if you read this and you realised you're smiling, on your face or in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, a new beginning. Hint, pink IC. Really looking forward to whats ahead and making the best outta it. To make that happen, first off I gotta jumpstart myself so that I can complete my 2B. Beisdes that Xbox is always in my mind after getting my own rig, making my room that ultimate entertainment room with beer in the wardrobe you know. My Iphone dream is still very much alive and all these I'm sure, is gonna plant a big hole in my wallet, yup the one you gave to me, that one that still has a polaroid picture of you and me in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7258510724585280388?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7258510724585280388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7258510724585280388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7258510724585280388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7258510724585280388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-i-go-i-made-it-300-posts-before.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4350267354362949802</id><published>2009-12-06T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:31:49.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The more I see, I less I know. And the more I wanna let it go. The more I wipe up my act, the more gloomy things get. So what do I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aww, turn on the screensaver and fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/11486460-4350267354362949802?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4350267354362949802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4350267354362949802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4350267354362949802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4350267354362949802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-i-see-i-less-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-5781375237233896814</id><published>2009-12-06T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:01:17.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMlb1nQuwUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMlb1nQuwUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm back from almost a month away from my home. From the sandy dunes of Aussie to the mouth-watering Taipei, I now find reality setting in, that I have to return to camp in less than 24 hours time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At aussie, when they played that song at the camp, I almost cried as I missed home. The conditions of the camp was hard to stomach. The first thing that you do when you step out of bed is step on sand, and the latest technology in bathing of using a water bag which u never get clean after bathing anyway since the sand gets into your feet as you're walking back. You pee in an area with just 4 pipes that's got an unbearable odour you can smell even before you step in. The shitholes, oh don't even mention. The best thing about there is the weather during outfield, your perspiration dries almost immediately, leaving you fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Taiwan was a 180 deg change, the luxury of eating and shopping was orgasmic, so shiok that I almost immigrated there. For a glimpse of all the sinful pleasures go look up my facebook pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all these downs and downs, I feel so tired. Will someone pls give me a hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-5781375237233896814?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5781375237233896814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=5781375237233896814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5781375237233896814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5781375237233896814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-from-almost-month-away-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3684267670735338602</id><published>2009-11-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:12:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Time to pack up all my stuff, my feelings, and leave everything familiar behind to explore a new ground. I hope this break will do me good, and when I come back, better things and happy news await me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3684267670735338602?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3684267670735338602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3684267670735338602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3684267670735338602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3684267670735338602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-pack-up-all-my-stuff-my.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7720651588286558991</id><published>2009-10-25T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:01:25.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A shoutout to all the friends who attended my birthday party, THANK YOU! It was heartening to see so many of those whom I haven't seen for a long time come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special mention to someone all the way from Swiss who's always there when I need someone to talk to. Magically she'll appear outta nowhere and start to pep me up for the day. Good advice gets the big thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little girl is still giving me a big headache. I still want to let her know that I'll always be there for her 'cos I treat you like family, no matter you like it or not, asked for it or not, need it or not, want it or not. Although you whine like a baby, but nothing beats seeing you smile like a kid when you're happy. I'm waiting to see that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more weeks to Wallaby and I ain't looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7720651588286558991?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7720651588286558991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7720651588286558991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7720651588286558991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7720651588286558991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoutout-to-all-friends-who-attended-my.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2890206971509650777</id><published>2009-10-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:40:46.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm losing the plot, losing control of everything and slipping down down down down down. Its time to make things happen cos obviously no one is prepared to give a damn. Why does shit always happen near my birthdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2890206971509650777?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2890206971509650777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2890206971509650777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2890206971509650777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2890206971509650777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-losing-plot-losing-control-of.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-802292087529110129</id><published>2009-10-17T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:12:28.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just when I wanted some peace and head on to a new direction, something must happen. Tired. I shot myself in the feet trying to fix things. Awesome. Meanwhile that little girl has just placed a Berlin wall and declared it Cold War II. Just a week before my birthday celebrations too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-802292087529110129?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/802292087529110129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=802292087529110129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/802292087529110129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/802292087529110129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-when-i-wanted-some-peace-and-head.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4093878373403928017</id><published>2009-10-16T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:01:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've cleared my extras and is officially a free man! Weekends are no longer just for me to sleep in camp.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen a dozen of heartbreaks and have helped many people stand up from their setbacks. Who would have thought I'm still staggering from my own setback. Its an irony to think that I've helped so many people yet I'm helpless to my own situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walk on to the 21st year of my life, I still get myself locked into some issues that get me down. Moreover, with Wallaby coming, the only birthday wish I want is to have another person to find solace in. Where's the happy nurse that was supposed to come? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4093878373403928017?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4093878373403928017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4093878373403928017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4093878373403928017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4093878373403928017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-cleared-my-extras-and-is-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7688685717502871494</id><published>2009-09-27T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:32:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You rock my socks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7688685717502871494?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7688685717502871494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7688685717502871494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7688685717502871494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7688685717502871494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-helping-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-353938172063017180</id><published>2009-09-19T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:34:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreams bug me. I've been having this same dream about someone for a few nights already. May consult a dream guru to explain this and how to cure it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been like ages since I really stayed at home to see my family around but I'm bothered by a particular issue that got me totally sandwiched. Can this not happen? 'cos if I had to take action it wouldn't be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life feels so mundane, so boring at the moment, that sometimes I have the urge to try russian roulette with myself by driving out from a slip road with my eyes closed. Feel free to sit beside me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-353938172063017180?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/353938172063017180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=353938172063017180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/353938172063017180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/353938172063017180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams-bug-me.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2823827967058521106</id><published>2009-09-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:58:08.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Can you believe it, I woke up so early in the morning to join a cage competition which saw the beautiful game played in its ugliest form. Fights and poor refereeing didn't help to the cause. For this, I headbutted 2 guys, and got a bump on the back of my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the perfect start to the week. It isn't even payday yet and I'm almost broke thanks to the September babies. I'm looking for someone to talk to before I go back to becoming a slave and everyone is pretty much busy. So much for looking forward to booking out to get together with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need help; I like my army bed more than my own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2823827967058521106?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2823827967058521106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2823827967058521106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2823827967058521106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2823827967058521106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-believe-it-i-woke-up-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6940950217389519043</id><published>2009-08-30T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:10:37.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it knocks you down,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;just get back up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when it knocks you down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still like to see a happier you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6940950217389519043?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6940950217389519043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6940950217389519043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6940950217389519043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6940950217389519043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-love-comes-around-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1079361193745121163</id><published>2009-08-28T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:07:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Outfield becomes hell when it rains every night and you don't have a vehicle to sleep in. Somehow I managed to survive it. I think only we know how to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm itching to play basketball now and the basketball head is out overseas. Whats more my eating kaki is also out at Thailand. DAMN BORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing goodbye to 3 of my weekends on Sept...&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/11486460-1079361193745121163?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1079361193745121163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1079361193745121163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1079361193745121163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1079361193745121163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/outfield-becomes-hell-when-it-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1768209256351413681</id><published>2009-08-23T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:40:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If my dreams were precognition, my future lies away from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be happy... but not before 1 x 4 DAY 3 NIGHT OUTFIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1768209256351413681?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1768209256351413681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1768209256351413681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1768209256351413681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1768209256351413681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-my-dreams-were-precognition-my.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7097760601678035417</id><published>2009-08-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:35:36.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Dragged a pig on wheels along ECP for 5km. Sent tumbling along slopes. All this when you have played 6 hours of Winning Eleven trying to thrash Poland on professional difficulty, waking up at 4 just to find a few damn boxes to put food inside that no one bothers to eat.. ABSOLUTELY HIGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few handful of people, we're just the most relieved guys alive when our handphone doesn't ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7097760601678035417?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7097760601678035417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7097760601678035417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7097760601678035417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7097760601678035417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/dragged-pig-on-wheels-along-ecp-for-5km.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-368825602998400217</id><published>2009-08-07T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:39:42.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If shooting hoops everytime I booked out can ease the pain of not being able to see you, I'll become an NBA player soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-368825602998400217?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/368825602998400217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=368825602998400217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/368825602998400217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/368825602998400217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-shooting-hoops-everytime-i-booked.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7489724791649401318</id><published>2009-08-02T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:39:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I know I've been shooting hoops, but what I am really dying for is to play football... a chance ruined thanks to ***! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7489724791649401318?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7489724791649401318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7489724791649401318' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Absence only makes the heart grow fonder. I only believe that whatever will be, will be. I'll hold true to this belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, it wouldn't hurt to say this: I miss you, not too much, just enough to make me dream about you almost every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7805514868256317275?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7805514868256317275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7805514868256317275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7805514868256317275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7805514868256317275'/><link 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ARRIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3788005775005871609?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3788005775005871609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3788005775005871609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3788005775005871609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3788005775005871609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-got-good-taste-of-whats-life.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1184631629732798478</id><published>2009-07-16T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:22:43.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;last night, I dreamt of punching someone who was got too annoying in real-life, as well as in dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this morning, I woke up with a cut on my hand and a dent on my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose actually sounds like my new message ringtone, thanks to super-flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1184631629732798478?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1184631629732798478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1184631629732798478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1184631629732798478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1184631629732798478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-dreamt-of-punching-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1488691394077066364</id><published>2009-07-11T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:45:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gotta get this off my chest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing I do can seem to get you outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1488691394077066364?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1488691394077066364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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smiling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 446px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0069.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY AREN'T YOU SMILING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7006343472878101844?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7006343472878101844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7006343472878101844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7006343472878101844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7006343472878101844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/cos-even-lunchboxes-can-smile.html' title='&apos;cos even lunchboxes are smiling...'/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-751263833111983412</id><published>2009-06-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:05:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER'S DAY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 446px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/fathersday002.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 326px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/fathersday003.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 326px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/fathersday004.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where's the 6th person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-751263833111983412?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/751263833111983412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=751263833111983412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/751263833111983412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/751263833111983412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-2009.html' title='FATHER&apos;S DAY 2009'/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7290969477946858453</id><published>2009-06-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:45:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to camp with the heaviest load I ever had in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7290969477946858453?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7290969477946858453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7290969477946858453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7290969477946858453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7290969477946858453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-camp-with-heaviest-load-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8463092678696429575</id><published>2009-06-13T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:33:56.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever see people play football 2 am in the morning? I just came back from football. Its time to eat breakfast. To think that 24 hours ago I just woke up for a 10km run at ECP. Its fully satisfying get a good workout where you sweat it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Indecisiveness kills. Patience has got a limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8463092678696429575?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8463092678696429575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8463092678696429575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8463092678696429575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8463092678696429575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-see-people-play-football.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-5503197479087194609</id><published>2009-06-07T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:47:55.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your frame of mind is important. Start every day on a positive note. Walk around like you won a million dollars and, unless you start spending money like you're a millionaire, you'll feel upbeat and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In your business and social life, be proud of your accomplishments, celebrate your achievements and learn from your mistakes without wallowing in self-pity. Act with integrity and believe in yourself. Before going to bed, you'll be able to look back on your day and be happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is full of choices. You can choose to be so absorbed in your work or so ingrained in your old routine that you become one-dimensional or you can choose to truly live. Of course, you're not likely to use all these suggestions on the same day. Use them sporadically to make every day unique and memorable. Take the time to enjoy your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-5503197479087194609?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5503197479087194609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=5503197479087194609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5503197479087194609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5503197479087194609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-frame-of-mind-is-important.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8445948389321217280</id><published>2009-05-24T04:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:55:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah. Its good to have a packed schedule to keep my mind off matters that I should not be digging into too much. Jogging, swimming, gym, football, you name it I done it. In addition, I got my usual movie and supper kakis to make sure nights don't go wasted. Wanna find some day to cycle though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Champions League final is that close. I still recall a year ago when I was supposed to watch with law and it turned out that I watched it myself 'cos that asshole doesn't know how to appreciate football. I have to ponder about the next stunt I gotta pull to be able to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In case you still don't know, my next Saturday is gonna be burnt... yet again. Nothing new by now. But its literally, a shot at getting richer by another 200 bucks. Lets just think of it as a cohesion to keep my spirits high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sighs. I don't know where this is heading now, don't know how to put it in words. It just pisses me off every time I think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8445948389321217280?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8445948389321217280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8445948389321217280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8445948389321217280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8445948389321217280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-9146232792885203030</id><published>2009-05-21T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:55:13.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After 2 days of flying around, whether its on a helicopter or off a bike, I do feel something missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not just once, but I had dreams about losing someone precious to me twice already. Both times I tried to save them in my dreams but to no avail, and to wake up feeling really guilty. I hope it doesn't happen in reality though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm currently addicted to Rock Band. Glued to my PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-9146232792885203030?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9146232792885203030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=9146232792885203030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/9146232792885203030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/9146232792885203030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-2-days-of-flying-around-whether.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-235380323236032451</id><published>2009-05-14T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:42:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonising...</title><content type='html'>Currently swatting flies while set on a drip in the sickbay. Should I do a great escape to the canteen to buy some cheese hotdogs? At most I'll just vomit again rather than wasting my life away here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-235380323236032451?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/235380323236032451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=235380323236032451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/235380323236032451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/235380323236032451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/agonising.html' title='Agonising...'/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2776812243346122748</id><published>2009-05-13T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:03:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00086.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n557063218_2598976_4205786.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing has changed, other than our figures.&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/11486460-2776812243346122748?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2776812243346122748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2776812243346122748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2776812243346122748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2776812243346122748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-has-changed-other-than-our.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4894156691832441825</id><published>2009-05-11T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:52:18.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A classic case of food poisoning. I was vomiting and having diarrhoea till I almost fainted in the toilet. Using all my effort, I managed to wipe my butt and clear up my mess before I dropped on the mattress, shivering from the high fever I was having. My stomach was churning. The pain was excruciating. So much so that I curled up into a ball. By the time I woke up, I was having a severe headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all these, I'M ONLY HAVING 3 DAYS MC? CAN'T THEY GIVE ME A WEEK FOR THE SHIT I JUST WENT THROUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4894156691832441825?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4894156691832441825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4894156691832441825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4894156691832441825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4894156691832441825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/classic-case-of-food-poisoning.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3343532704140986871</id><published>2009-05-11T00:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:35:17.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 381px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC_1264.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 326px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Picture006.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n557063218_2598966_4107636.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 273px; height: 204px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n557063218_2598968_7367155.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n557063218_2598976_4205786.jpg" 0="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n557063218_2598979_2068776.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3343532704140986871?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3343532704140986871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3343532704140986871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3343532704140986871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3343532704140986871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell..'/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6646619804892770668</id><published>2009-05-03T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:15:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did I tell you? I love driving on a rainy night on empty roads, speeding down freely (while not getting caught on cameras), listening to my favourite songs. Wouldn't mind if I had a few bffs in the car complaining about the way I drive. The feeling is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to catch up with some of the people I haven't saw for such a long time on a Saturday evening where 2 of my very good friends held their party at the same time. I'm sorry I had to miss much of the action trying to enjoy at both ends and making them wait for me to cut the birthday cake. Really appreciate the time that I can talk to DBE pals and the CSCC girls. Other than being able to meet my long lost bro, I think the most unexpected thing was getting Clair and Vera out together to have a meal, and meeting one of my army buddy in the process. I love unexpected stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm getting older. Like my mum said, I learnt how to appreciate almond paste, something that I couldn't tolerate in the past. As people get older, I think its important to have a hobby; something you can do to find inspiration when you are lost. Although I think mine will most probably be ogling at girls, I hope I can take up some other ones.. like photography. How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6646619804892770668?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6646619804892770668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6646619804892770668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6646619804892770668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6646619804892770668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-i-tell-you-i-love-driving-on-rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4345401899031977141</id><published>2009-05-02T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:36:21.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HI EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WILSON IS STILL ALIVE,KICKING AND LAZY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STILL HAS BAD HYGIENE HABITS LIKE SLEEPING WITH STINKY FEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ABOVE ALL,HE STILL DOES HIS PART AS AN AWESOME BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gooooood nites everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4345401899031977141?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4345401899031977141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4345401899031977141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4345401899031977141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4345401899031977141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-everybody-wilson-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3857335529219618657</id><published>2009-04-19T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:50:06.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The sweltering heat and the agony of a wisdom tooth can totally kill. Throw in the effects of a 6 missions in 5 days FTX and i'm crying out for help. I can't see in the day properly, but I can see every damn thing in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Going through my pictures, I really miss poly times. I am also pondering what would happen if someone put the current me back to the time where all the shit started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3857335529219618657?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3857335529219618657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3857335529219618657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3857335529219618657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3857335529219618657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweltering-heat-and-agony-of-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7907589589654603315</id><published>2009-04-05T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:33:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Picture005.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are we starting to look-alike? Though I still can't beat this dear girl at whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After an ardous 8 weeks, we finally donned our jungle hat and was handed our well-earned chevrons. It was no simple task if you look at what I had to do to get my rank: 3 fast marches, 1x 60km longwalk, almost 5 weeks of constant outfields, missions and torturous hunger pangs and the god of all tortures, the RTI or POW training. My god I almost gave up having to keep myself up with myself blindfolded and being put in all kinds of weird positions. Trust me, sounds easy... only when you've successfully passed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm back at GEDONG! All the ChaMee, PSP, tauhueys are back for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to enjoy myself, watching movies, playing soccer freely once again without fearing OOC and eating buffets to fatten myself. I lost more mass than you thought with 8 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe its a year of service in 3 more months. I still can't believe what you did to me a year ago too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7907589589654603315?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7907589589654603315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7907589589654603315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7907589589654603315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7907589589654603315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-we-starting-to-look-alike-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2310239868073892558</id><published>2009-03-21T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:36:50.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel an uncontrollable desire for food and have been eating non-stop since I ended CST. Its like I can eat up the whole Earth after being starved for 3 days and having been made to hunt down the food that you eat. My jeans are getting looser every week when I book out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My back looks like a map with all the checkpoints on it. I swear the mosquitoes are fucking on frenzy in Ama Keng. Most of the dudes amused me on the last day with their half swollen Macdonald-lookalike faces. I was more fortunate that these didn't happen on my face. However, if I were to go swim which I intended to, people would reckon I have some skin disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The wait is getting shorter. Its been long since I really did something I enjoyed, something like riding a bike freely on Lim Chu Kang road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2310239868073892558?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2310239868073892558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2310239868073892558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2310239868073892558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2310239868073892558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-uncontrollable-desire-for-food.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3088062661088585623</id><published>2009-03-14T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:18:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it was a good long chat over a few bottles of beer and entertainment. what better ways are there to reward ourselves for the pure determination and endurance we've put in this whole damn week. My back doesn't feel the way it was anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My feet don't look the way it was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4, or rather, 3 more weeks to my target. Once I reach there I'll whack the finishing line hard and shred it to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3088062661088585623?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3088062661088585623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3088062661088585623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3088062661088585623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3088062661088585623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-good-long-chat-over-few-bottles.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1116153629069606705</id><published>2009-03-08T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:08:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近我学会唱一首歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一首我心里的歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;低音是无奈的喃喃着 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也听不到泪掉着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近我最爱唱一首歌 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一首可能你也爱的歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;副歌的情绪在高高的悬崖等 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;等待大雨疯狂了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc13"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们都容易对号入座一首歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;反复让歌词深深呼应着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能不同看不看开的执着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能太痛有些画面某合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc18"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们也容易忘记旧歌学新歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;受过伤还是有爱的资格  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在每段难得的起承 酝酿我们的转合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;唱一首歌我最懂的心歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc23"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc25"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近我最爱唱一首歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一首可能你也爱的歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;副歌的情绪在高高的悬崖等  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;等待大雨疯狂了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc30"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们都容易对号入座一首歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;反复让歌词深深呼应着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能不同看不看开的执着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能太痛有些画面某合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc35"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们也容易忘记旧歌学新歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;受过伤还是有爱的资格  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在每段难得的起承 酝酿我们的转合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;唱一首歌我最懂的心歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc40"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc42"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们都容易对号入座一首歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc43"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;反复让歌词深深呼应着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能不同看不看开的执着  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;可能太痛有些画面某合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc46"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们也容易忘记旧歌学新歌  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc48"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;受过伤还是有爱的资格  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc49"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在每段难得的起承 酝酿我们的转合  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="lrc50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;唱一首歌我最懂的心歌 &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/11486460-1116153629069606705?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1116153629069606705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1116153629069606705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1116153629069606705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1116153629069606705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-5258975186753799737</id><published>2009-02-28T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:22:10.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this feels like my longest week so far. its 2 weeks into the course and I've so far completed a total of 27km worth of fast march. next week will be the most crucial walk of all. if possible, 4 of us carrying a 5 man load will embark on a longest hike that we perhaps ever tried, almost like walking the perimeter of Singapore 1.5 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tonight i feel a bit shitty, as if my emotions scale have just been tipped off balance. One thing is for sure 'cos of the super early book in timing, which equate to a shorter weekend. For my busy schedule, I think I've almost lost contact with some of the people I was closer to, with special mention to YF. Please start contacting me up for coffee talks. For longwalk, I also have to burn some time intended for recreation to do up preparations and miscellanous stuff. I'm really too lazy to be bothered, yet without the preparation, we may find ourself walking to holland eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sighs, I gonna be thrown into some jungle again without any means of comms except the signal set to walk back home. and with around 5 weeks left, all the activities are set to become more siong. Putting up with them isn't really easy. Hope the glory of earning a jungle hat spurs me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6 weeks more. Whatever doesn't kills you makes you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-5258975186753799737?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5258975186753799737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=5258975186753799737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5258975186753799737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5258975186753799737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-feels-like-my-longest-week-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8393941678101565114</id><published>2009-02-12T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:19:08.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo0051.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, I just spent my weekend sleeping in the wild, playing with lizards and grasshoppers, feeding sandflies instead of spending time with friends and families. The worse thing is when I'm supposed to be let off for the rest of this week, I need to book in just to sleep on the bed for 1 more night. Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY wasn't the best one I spent over these years. As usual there's the well-anticipated family steamboat session that I always enjoy cos there's SALMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0241.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0240.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically something more memorable was the cage session on the first day. We spent our new year playing footie and an impromptu celebration of CZ's 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n582751758_1872867_5214.jpg" 0="" width="604" height="339" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A pity I couldn't attend his party the next day due to a choke up in visits. My angbao money was so miserable that even what a maid collected was triple of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day of visit, 1st stop, Mrs Lim's place with the bunch of 4e2 people (small bunch though)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo0046.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then to meet the rest of my family at my cousin's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/26.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/20.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/24.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While the rest had to book in, I spent the rest of the days of the week sleeping at home doing nothing, and now I haven't even visited godmum. Dreadfully guilty. Swear I gonna visit her these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks of hell, serious hell before I land my jungle hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8393941678101565114?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8393941678101565114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8393941678101565114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8393941678101565114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8393941678101565114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-i-just-spent-my-weekend-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8933350369328675732</id><published>2009-01-11T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:58:43.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate parting scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's another course ended that we had to bid goodbye to each other temporarily at SAFDC. Though I get fucked all the time by this old fella, I'll miss his crap and bulltalk, especially the CSI stories. A qualified 2B license holder and super tanned now. oh yah, will miss the heavenly nasi lemak there as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A bit of footie action before I went for reunion dinner. The food and atmosphere was awesome. I thinking other than someone else, I was the only single there. I ought to be proud of it. Still, there're heavy expectations. All eyes are on me, and maybe 10 eyes from my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0219.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0209.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0227.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0224.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I met up part of the DBE for Gary's 21st party and I still have to admit I can't bear to leave them everytime we meet. The easter egg was meeting a lot of other close friends there. I gotta start thinking how my 21st party will be like. I can vaguely see lotsa drinks and flashing lights. heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, not forgetting our classic portrait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo0058.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For today I realised my dream of fetching an air stewardess from the airport. I had an extra package of fetching a future officer too. Next stop was Jalan Kayu for a hearty chat over some tasty pratas. Thanks for the breakfast bffs! I gave them the ride of their life. I have to admit I sometimes forget whether I'm driving a bike or a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After which was the usual marketing with mum and a bit of shopping with bro and his gf. This is the kind of weekend I totally enjoy and I'm glad the conclusion to my stay-out life was a wonderful one, something I'll never forget. I have to prepare myself mentally for the sucky food back at camp. No more HDB buildings, buses and civilians for 5 days weekly again. It will be replaced with tanks, camps and lots of botak fellas donning green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm missing you, pink IC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8933350369328675732?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8933350369328675732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8933350369328675732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8933350369328675732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8933350369328675732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dread-parting-scenes.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7955128670467643796</id><published>2009-01-06T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:01:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's a secret formula found on the wall of my master who dances on the zebra crossing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Said also don't listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Listen also don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't understand also don't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask also don't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do also do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wrong also don't admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Admit also don't correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Correct also not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not happy also don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inspirational. Gonna be helpful during my next few days doing X-country. Like they said, we learn left turn, right turn and U-turn. Some will master the secret turn.. the over turn. Hopefully I'm not one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bike course is ending soon. I DREAD STAY IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the wall, happy 18th b2! Seriously, you look more like 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7955128670467643796?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7955128670467643796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7955128670467643796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7955128670467643796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7955128670467643796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-secret-formula-found-on-wall-of.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8051333881485762914</id><published>2009-01-01T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:10:19.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave all the negative stuff at 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its now 2009! MORE HAPPINESS, JOY, LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8051333881485762914?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8051333881485762914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8051333881485762914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8051333881485762914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8051333881485762914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-all-negative-stuff-at-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1331758901387380648</id><published>2008-12-30T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:37:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before the clock hits 12 for the last day of 2008, I just wanna take a look back on whatever I did this year. I must say it have been hell of a ride, doing really wrong things, getting into wrong situations and new experiences like going to KL with my class, and army life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many thanks to all the people who pulled me up gradually in some way or another when I was at the lowest point of my life, especially yf. If not for you I believe I would have died that day, remember? What I want to say is, I've never gave up. I never give up. That's willpower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While what I can see now about 2009 is just my NS life all the way, I do look forward to new challenges, adventures and excitement. I want myself to be more decisive, be it my ambitions or in love. I'll never forget what left me weeping every night on my bed in Tekong during my confinement. Saving money is one top priority too. I still want my ORD trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope the new year will be great for everyone of you and me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1331758901387380648?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1331758901387380648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1331758901387380648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1331758901387380648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1331758901387380648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-clock-hits-12-for-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2288780788738096595</id><published>2008-12-28T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:39:16.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhh7WKfFF-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhh7WKfFF-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;哪一条牙膏 在对我傻笑 嘲笑我永远用不掉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想睡就睡 想闹就闹 好快乐少了人唠叨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;蓝色的碗盘 多买了一套 我忘了没人陪我通宵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;要多少替代的丑角 无辜的陪笑 才会让我能真的忘了你的好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我在搞笑 借着热闹 掩盖着心跳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;边哭边笑 偏要说着 一个人真好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当人群散了 突然觉得我可以死掉 我受不了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;还在搞笑 害怕回家 不知怎么熬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这么多年 早就喜欢 有你的撒娇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想我能熬 但是至少要让我知道 你好不好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们的小狗 食量变好小 眼神里常常显得无聊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;它习惯睡觉的床位 少了一双脚 所以他常常看着门口睡不着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我在搞笑 借着热闹 掩盖着心跳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;边哭边笑 偏要说着 一个人真好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当人群散了 突然觉得我可以死掉 我受不了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我在搞笑 却在最后 眼泪拼命掉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你的离开 失去多少 我计算不了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;忙完了一天 突然觉得又何必辛劳 对谁炫耀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;还在搞笑 是否拥有 麻痹的疗效&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;唱一夜歌 却避不开 催泪的曲调&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我彻夜胡闹 希望听到有人会提到 你好不好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2288780788738096595?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2288780788738096595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2288780788738096595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2288780788738096595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2288780788738096595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3683705412410731802</id><published>2008-12-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:07:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n606046608_2272800_7696.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A year have passed since that faithful day that we celebrated Christmas and the new year together. A year on we're all in green and holding guns (some in front of the computer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas was awesome with orangees, although I felt there was this certain lack of the festive mood, probably because of the fatigue from work and chiong-suah. Worse still, JT had to do guard duty on Christmas day. Enjoyed the company from them and the fun from playing the Wii, not forgetting the gift exchange. This year we had some REALLY outstanding gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n606046608_2272853_8297.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n606046608_2272787_3506.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n606046608_2272661_828.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/n606046608_2272674_4828.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't leave out these kinda photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo0023.jpg" 0="" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn I finally passed HSP. Next hurdle will be the balancing&amp;amp;ebrake&amp;amp;circuit test. All together. Failing one means you fail everything. Now I've got butterflies in my stomach. Hoping that I'll get lucky, just like how lucky I was to have khengloon find my 11B. I was halfway in making a police report when he SMS me to tell me he found me. I can go buy 4d for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the half of the sispec gang for chomping. Nice catch up. I guess we need more of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo0028.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Found myself on the wrong end of a 1-0 scoreline, courtesy of a last minute goal by some fella on the opposing team. We played a great game, couldn't utilize our chances. Could have easily won 5-0 if we took our chances. I suffered a cramp and I think I could be in trouble if I can't recover by test day. Can't be worse than JT though. He got a really bad swelling on his knee and couldn't even walk properly. Prepare to get a status dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, 2009 is coming. Gotta start thinking of some resolutions myself since I've been asking everyone about theirs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a random thought, I hope I don't lose someone the way I lost a certain someone.. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3683705412410731802?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3683705412410731802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3683705412410731802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3683705412410731802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3683705412410731802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-have-passed-since-that-faithful.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3182304167474788808</id><published>2008-12-16T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:04:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC01164.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The classic returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, dinner with the DBE jokers. No matter how little time we spend, I still enjoy the quality time with them catching up. Not the full strength, but I hope to see more of them when they are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They are not free but I am very free! I'm currently staying outta camp and on bike course. Though an 8-5 army life does appeal, being able to enjoy life as a civilian after work hours, but don't think learning how to bike is all that easy. Riding a bike for 4 hours and soon, 8 hours, is damn tiring and basically, you'll get fucked for 3/4 of the time until the instructors are happy. Good thing those cock uncles are friendly though. I don't just do traffic rules and highway codes. I gotta do stunts on my bike too and that, combined with the dull theory lessons and the jogging session after that, wears me out. STILL.... staying out rocks! and the nasi lemak at SAFDC is fantastic too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC01165.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Met up with vera and jamie for dinner last week. Hunting for good food makes my night. Had the WanZhai noodles and some desserts, which sadly couldn't fight with HongKong's original ones. Never mind about that, 'cos I made it up with roti prata at jalan kayu. To make me digest better, vera got me to be a computer serviceman in the wee hours. Thanks sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/1_564697095l.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02602.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoyed the girls' company. Thanks for staring at me eat prata for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a week more to christmas! Looking forward to spending festive seasons with loved ones. Quite a lot of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11486460-3182304167474788808?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3182304167474788808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3182304167474788808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3182304167474788808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3182304167474788808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/classic-returns.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3370202314928165409</id><published>2008-11-28T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:38:23.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a fine Friday morning, my leave becomes  an att C. The temperature of my forehead is soaring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I remember fondly of that time I last had a high temperature like this almost a year ago. Now the only thing I have beside me is just my water bottle, my cell and my ipod. If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3370202314928165409?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3370202314928165409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3370202314928165409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3370202314928165409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3370202314928165409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-fine-friday-morning-my-leave-becomes.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2908250138829106890</id><published>2008-11-16T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:52:00.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCF8937.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high fever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8 weeks wasn't that long, but it was enough to etch a memory in my heart forever. Finally with some chevrons on my arms after a long 28km. As we performed our final Foxtrot cheer in front of the coy line, I think we almost left some of the instructors there in tears. Didn't expect to be so attached in such a short time. All the important lessons, all the sneaking around in underwear, all the nights out buying lots of instant noodles, won't be forgotten. Of course, I'm looking forward to a new experience in my new unit. 2B here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just had a hearty dinner with bitchy sis. burps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, as long as you're happy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11486460-2908250138829106890?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2908250138829106890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2908250138829106890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2908250138829106890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2908250138829106890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-weeks-wasnt-that-long-but-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7897168156198821707</id><published>2008-11-09T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:56:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To conclude this weekend... 24 hours of guard duty followed by a well-spent noon with my dear daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6 more days to corporal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7897168156198821707?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7897168156198821707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7897168156198821707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7897168156198821707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7897168156198821707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-conclude-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4195003435940153180</id><published>2008-11-02T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:42:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCF2579.jpg" 0="" width="510" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kbox with Jas and xiaobai! Been ages since we met up man. Brightens up my Saturday, especially after celebrating your birthday by going outfield. Miss the duo so much man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Totally bombed my wallet this weekend with cousin. Being too bored at home,we combed the whole of suntec and bugis in search of food oh my gosh delicious. Doesn't matter cos PAYDAY IS COMING! Well, still trying to save but sometimes i ought to pamper myself a bit huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 more weeks before I shed my private tag. ASLC anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weekends are so precious. I'm counting down to the next one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4195003435940153180?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4195003435940153180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4195003435940153180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4195003435940153180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4195003435940153180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/kbox-with-jas-and-xiaobai-been-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1998543018709849727</id><published>2008-10-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:09:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You just let me witness what I last wanted to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, field camp AGAIN next week. But if field camp saves me from the fate of going to armour, I'll go a million times. argggghhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1998543018709849727?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1998543018709849727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1998543018709849727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1998543018709849727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1998543018709849727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-just-let-me-witness-what-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8159876470428111259</id><published>2008-10-19T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:28:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a bid for inspiration for myself, I visited this mentor's blog to look for something useful. Indeed, I found a little bit of what I was looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time after time, i say ... it is getting harder and harder to find something that could touch me. I guess its partly due to the fact that I'm getting older, I'm getting wiser, so my expectation of what that could move me no longer stays as what they used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then again, I know deep inside that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is the simplest thing in life that usually could achieve that .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the truth is, life is getting more complicated, people too, issues too .. where can one find the simplest thing in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me .. i will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I really wished time reversed for me to correct what I've done. Don't mind enduring 9 weeks of tekong again and another bout of dengue fever if I go back to that point of time... Too bad this birthday wish of mine will never come true. I can only hope the path ahead looks brighter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8159876470428111259?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8159876470428111259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8159876470428111259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8159876470428111259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8159876470428111259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-bid-for-inspiration-for-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7807502570659878986</id><published>2008-09-17T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:44:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the proudest moments in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/P9100018.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;POP! This spells the end of 1 stage and the beginning of another. Frankly I'm quite worried yet excited about my new posting. Imagine being confined for 3 weeks..... just gives me the shudders. Meanwhile, I'm fantasizing about patrolling around the neighbourhood in a police car too. heehee. Won't forget the brothers of platoon 2 and all the times we had. Best wishes to their new posting and I'm predicting I'll meet some of them very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/P9100033.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So its just 12 days, and I didn't waste a drop of it. The next day was meeting up the DBE guys for steamboat. Gotta admit the drift was obvious, we had a side talking about uni stuffs and the other army stuffs. I still had fun with them catching up on old times and looking forward to the next time we meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lined up next was cage with the hawk coy dudes. And just when I thought I look young, I got busted at the theatres trying to pretend as a student to buy movie tickets at a lower rate. Wassup with the discrimination against botaks! Anyway, we watched StepBrothers and stepped out wondering why we didn't step out earlier. Other than balls on drums, the movie is kinda crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday was just so screwed-up. First I was on the losing side of a football match, and later the team I support loses too, and of all opponents but Liverpool, and Wes Brown scored again. Plus I had to wait so long at KFC and couldn't get my student meal. arggghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With that, I went to HK for a breather, and I had to admit HK rocks. Shopping to eating and put that process in a forever loop. I would defintely go back another time to visit all the spots that I missed. Wick please take note of this. Would prefer not to be staying at a hotel and be guided by a free tourguide. Meanwhile, just watch the pics la. I'm just too lazy to type it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0010.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0011.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0004.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At Mong Kok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0029.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0033.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ocean Park, a hyped-up version of KL's theme park..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0041.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0044.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0045.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0046.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't tell anyone I love humping seals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0060.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0073.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0096.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0091.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0090.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At Causeway Bay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0105.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And this is just one of the SMALL meals we had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0108.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I swear they have funny MTR campaigns too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0107.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lan Kwai Fong.. at a wrong time though. Its supposed to be a night life area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0111.jpg" 0="" width="544" height="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_0113.jpg" 0="" width="408" height="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, happy birthday to RL! Too bad that lad is at Aussie. Be back soon! Orangees need ya to shore up our defence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the best to the new enlistees too. Right now they should be dead asleep or still wide awake, adapting to the shit life there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7807502570659878986?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7807502570659878986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7807502570659878986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7807502570659878986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7807502570659878986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/pop-this-spells-end-of-1-stage-and.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6200164530508879425</id><published>2008-08-31T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:07:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the SAF big walk. 24km to nowhere. No prizes, no number tags, no goodie bags. Just for the GLORY. Just one final lap plus SOC before POP. Gonna have at least a little more time to spare to catch up with friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though the ceremony may signify that a huge hurdle we leaped across, it also means an end to all the cock in platoon 2 we been having. So you get the feeling? Happy, yet sad, just like graduation ceremony. But that's always how it goes. Leaving is inevitable. I'm still glad and want to take the opportunity to thank CMPB for putting me in this cock place. Hope I'll move into a unit where I can meet most of them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6200164530508879425?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6200164530508879425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6200164530508879425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6200164530508879425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6200164530508879425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/saf-big-walk.html' 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width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;爱你的那一个 想你的那一个&lt;br /&gt;谁才是你爱情中的伯乐&lt;br /&gt;放弃了这一个 然后等待著下一个&lt;br /&gt;最后哪一个让你最舍不得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢不能让别人来说&lt;br /&gt;你给过我的　她们是做不到的&lt;br /&gt;那时候的幸福是真的　虽然过去了&lt;br /&gt;我们也都经历了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;释怀教育著仇恨　和平劝著天下人&lt;br /&gt;故事发生便住下了　不管好的坏的&lt;br /&gt;你让我成长了　就算是痛得值得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你的那一个　想你的那一个&lt;br /&gt;谁才是你爱情中的伯乐&lt;br /&gt;放弃了这一个　然后等待著下一个&lt;br /&gt;一个个过客过得快不快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你的那一个　想你的那一个&lt;br /&gt;谁才是你爱情中的伯乐&lt;br /&gt;放弃了这一个　然后等待著下一个&lt;br /&gt;别太多过客祝你早日快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开时别忘了　看看眼前的人&lt;br /&gt;流泪记住了　还是微笑祝福著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4022072771382743876?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4022072771382743876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4022072771382743876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4022072771382743876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4022072771382743876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_9299.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2110248702625550392</id><published>2008-08-17T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:44:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe it was the butterfly effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2110248702625550392?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2110248702625550392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2110248702625550392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2110248702625550392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2110248702625550392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-it-was-butterfly-effect.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-301949718230432410</id><published>2008-08-12T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:37:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U3LqIYoUyn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U3LqIYoUyn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/GnUGg9/music/rW_xLDBA/a1_ill_take_the_tears_live/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-301949718230432410?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/301949718230432410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=301949718230432410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/301949718230432410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/301949718230432410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3428040651526959386</id><published>2008-08-09T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:52:14.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do I dream of exactly the same thing that I have in reality? Do I have a time when I won't need to lose something precious to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its National Day, well happy birthday Singapore, but its not a happy day for me. Gotta book in 5 hours time and spend the rest of the week in the wild without proper flushing systems and eating toothpastes. Its even lousier when you have to miss the fireworks and be left without the joyous feeling that every Singaporean can feel. I was at my lousiest when there wasn't a single soul who was free or right enough to accompany me. So I actually spent a book out day idling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 6 more days and we'll be through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3428040651526959386?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3428040651526959386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3428040651526959386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3428040651526959386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3428040651526959386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-i-dream-of-exactly-same-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4782678870775072180</id><published>2008-07-26T00:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:26:04.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll give you whatever you asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4782678870775072180?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4782678870775072180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4782678870775072180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4782678870775072180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4782678870775072180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/any-action-leads-to-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3129841516769846300</id><published>2008-07-10T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:41:28.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess thats the end of my civilian life temporarily. Don't worry, I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This few weeks haven't been the best part of my life, and for the guys who I've been ranting non-stop or helping me in a way or another, gotta sincerely thank you. You know who you are, I don't need to mention names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tidying up my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3129841516769846300?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3129841516769846300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3129841516769846300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3129841516769846300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3129841516769846300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-thats-end-of-my-civilian-life.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6610311052031761265</id><published>2008-07-08T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:19:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreams.. I have them everyday too, cousin. Every single dream of mine, sometimes can be controlled and of course, can easily be remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tried to decipher the dreams I've been having lately too. Fighting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To       dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some       aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps       an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be       heard.  It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going       through in your waking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How right can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6610311052031761265?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6610311052031761265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6610311052031761265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6610311052031761265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6610311052031761265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-849173313729240509</id><published>2008-07-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:19:31.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNSO2CSb4zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNSO2CSb4zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;要。不要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;触碰。着迷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;挣扎。平静。&lt;br /&gt;遗忘。回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;是。非。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;黑暗... ...&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/11486460-849173313729240509?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/849173313729240509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=849173313729240509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/849173313729240509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/849173313729240509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/darkest-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7954328228412588810</id><published>2008-07-06T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:44:30.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/outwithmoms.jpg" 0="" height="296" width="575" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haaa. Outing with MOMS sound corny, but that was in fact what happened. Picture credits to Mich. This is important: I sponsored my mum her birthday present ok! Nice Carlo Rino shoes that she can wear to important events, like my very upcoming POP. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to orchard to take my very last pay cheque from NUM. The next would be from SAF. Just so very happen to realise that shir and flea were going to Bugis, so I decided not to waste my day but shop with them. I don't know whether its a mistake, but maybe its not, looking at the nice pictures we took. Pity my legs though, I had to walk through Bugis all over again looking at the same things I looked at a day before. Enjoyed the times with them, and thanks for accompanying me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Me020.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Me010.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Me013.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sakae buffet with the bunch of guys a few days back. The very last before the guys here head in for.. not very very nice food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is on my side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC06827.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and that's on the other side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC06844.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and we got something missing from here. She was just back from Tioman on a birthday celebration trip. Since its her birthday, I decided to pay tributes to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC06832.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BUCKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7954328228412588810?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7954328228412588810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7954328228412588810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7954328228412588810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7954328228412588810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/haaa.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1138431927899092984</id><published>2008-06-30T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:59:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I've got my new wardrobe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11486460-1138431927899092984?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1138431927899092984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1138431927899092984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1138431927899092984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1138431927899092984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-ive-got-my-new-wardrobe-just-look.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-673515209314132846</id><published>2008-06-26T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:48:47.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMeaPBvOXns&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMeaPBvOXns&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不知不觉又过了几天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我想我习惯了忽略&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;去忽略没你的时间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不近不远走在谁身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我想我适应了一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;这一切没你的时间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;某条路某条街某首歌某间店&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;某种熟悉但如今却刺眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不碰触不跨越为自己留一些安全界线&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁都以为不听不看也就没感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一转身才发现空气里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;依旧飘散着记忆的气味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁有所谓或无所谓也不能改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;原来是我在爱上你的那瞬间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;就困在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;围墙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;某条路某条街某首歌某间店&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;某种熟悉但如今却刺眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不碰触不跨越为自己留一些安全界线&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁都以为不听不看也就没感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一转身才发现空气里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;依旧飘散着记忆的气味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁有所谓或无所谓也不能改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;原来是我在爱上你的那瞬间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;就困在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;围墙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁都以为不听不看也就没感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一转身才发现空气里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;依旧飘散着记忆的气味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;谁有所谓或无所谓也不能改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;原来是我在爱上你的那瞬间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;就困在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;围墙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;多可悲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;围墙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;都在对不对&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/11486460-673515209314132846?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/673515209314132846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=673515209314132846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/673515209314132846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/673515209314132846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8052317871950021638</id><published>2008-06-21T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:26:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would be lying if I said I'm enjoying this right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8052317871950021638?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8052317871950021638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8052317871950021638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8052317871950021638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8052317871950021638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-would-be-lying-if-i-said-im-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-972213947343575853</id><published>2008-06-19T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:50:24.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3727.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the while I only get to stare at the Singapore Flyers from a thousand miles away. On this day I get to stare at my home from the big wheel itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, dad managed to get some tickets for some event by whatever company. Main point here are that we get to ride in it for free. Roped along these 2 crazy girls. After adrenaline-pumping rides at Genting, I can't help but feel this bores me out. The very least was that I got to see a bird-eye view of Singapore from the carriages of the ferris wheel for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Over 400 pictures that take up a staggering 300mb of disk space, even the camera buttons went loose after our photo rampage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3810.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even my mum was up for a little bit of mischief..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3731.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3875.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3956-1.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3947.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3882.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_3884.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/IMG_4111.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My unofficial last day at NUM today. I'll be trading flipflops and underwear for rifles and PT shorts very soon. As I'm gonna move on to another phase of life, I'll leave behind a fun bunch of guys, but not that we're not gonna meet up very soon. I'll miss all the good, bad and sick times shared with the dudes, the roast pork and chicken chop rice from cine, indonesian chicken rice and seafood fried rice from novena and sashimi+ a lotta wasabi from pasir ris. I'll miss the girls from Valerie, Fourskin, Mimimomo and Daytripper. A LOT TO MISS LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19 days and not a lot left in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels so good to be standing up again. That's why I'm a scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-972213947343575853?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/972213947343575853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=972213947343575853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/972213947343575853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/972213947343575853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-while-i-only-get-to-stare-at.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3415237402275246095</id><published>2008-06-17T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:09:04.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/nirvana_smiley-74e98.jpg" alt="sick" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and you can put the blame on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3415237402275246095?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3415237402275246095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3415237402275246095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3415237402275246095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3415237402275246095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-you-can-put-blame-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-544010527260740061</id><published>2008-06-05T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:57:15.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think its a bad move mounting the chin-up bar in my house. Now I'm addicted to it. Doing chin-ups before I pee, after I pee, before I bathe, after I bathe (the chin-up bar is strategically mounted in front of my bathroom). Yeah, even before I eat, or when I'm bored. Just doing lotsa chin-ups.. for fun. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-544010527260740061?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/544010527260740061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=544010527260740061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/544010527260740061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/544010527260740061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-its-bad-move-mounting-chin-up.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-5755234948840326222</id><published>2008-06-02T20:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:43:20.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once again after 3 years, DBE is still rocking on. And we rocked all the way to ECP this year to celebrate our anniversary. The sky was totally overcast in the morning and I couldn't help but overslept. I was greeted by western kampong villagers who paddled their sampans all the way to the city of Hougang. While waiting for the rain to stop, they turned my house into half a buffet hall and had lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They made a total mess of my house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00312.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never knew it could fit so many people. Parties anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00322-1.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Must have been drugs in the food. The villagers went crazy and insisted we should be out at ECP despite the rain. Being spiked, I also agreed and by the time I recovered, I was already at ECP's mac. The weather seemed ok by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00329.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;COOOOL bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00326.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So skates and wheels on, and there we go! I had to guide the noob skaters along the way otherwise they would be skating in the sea instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4036.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4037.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00336.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00332.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4046.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00346.jpg" 0="" height="454" width="806" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, a day to be taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00358.jpg" 0="" height="806" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00363-1.jpg" 0="" height="454" width="806" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00460.jpg" 0="" height="549" width="731" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00466.jpg" 0="" height="731" width="549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC00462.jpg" 0="" height="549" width="731" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4048.jpg" 0="" height="492" width="753" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BFFS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4051.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What to say? Just another very fun day that I'll miss when I'm inside the forest. How many more days have I left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Euro 08 kicks off in 5 days time. No England, but well, I'll watch Spain. TORRESSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-5755234948840326222?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5755234948840326222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=5755234948840326222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5755234948840326222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/5755234948840326222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-again-after-3-years-dbe-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-368283008684798691</id><published>2008-06-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:57:23.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGVy9OyFXDk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGVy9OyFXDk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心很空天很大云很重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我恨孤单却赶不走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;捧着她的名字&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;她的喜怒哀乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;往前走多久了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一个人心中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;只有一个宝贝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;久了之后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;她变成了眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;泪一滴在左手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;凝固成为寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;往回看有什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;那女孩对我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;说我保护她的梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;说这个世界&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;对她这样的不多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;她渐渐忘了我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;但是她并不晓得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遍体麟伤的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一天也没再爱过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;那女孩对我说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;说我是一个小偷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;偷她的回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;塞进我的脑海中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我不需要自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;只想背着她的梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一步步向前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;她给的永远不重&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someday you'll know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11486460-368283008684798691?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/368283008684798691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=368283008684798691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/368283008684798691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/368283008684798691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2877840010161012283</id><published>2008-05-29T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:43:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/P5270003.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My first day in SP, I was dreaming of this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This day, I'm dreaming of my first day in SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The irony in life. Graduation blues, yet a BOOM. But yes, I've graduated, been awarded my diploma and am of a higher value now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yes, without these people in my life, how would my SP life be complete? DBE22 will always stay in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It wouldn't be complete without these type of most unglam pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02650.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hogwarts famous 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4013.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4015.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4019.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And our famed classic picture. Guess who's in front?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4024.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who else but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.. and my beloved Arun-fied FYP mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4030.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guest appearance by CCC! This guy flew off to USA and left us, and actually came back on this super special day sia. Aren't we.. a little touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4022.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This crazy woman won tons of awards compared to my poor little red scroll box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4020.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4011.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSCN4026.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/225.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last but not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/P5270007.jpg" 0="" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No choice, a star is a star. I have to appease my fans who were waiting eagerly for my autographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;More to come, and actually, there's always more to come with this bunch of crazy people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2877840010161012283?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2877840010161012283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2877840010161012283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2877840010161012283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2877840010161012283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-day-in-sp-i-was-dreaming-of.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3857439657055342360</id><published>2008-05-26T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:49:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Image120.jpg" 0="" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing beats the feeling of being out in the sun, thinking of nothing else. No planning needed, bananas have that just-go-out attitude! You should see the damage done on me by the super hot sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Image058.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Image060.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Image084.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Image113.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Double winners, Manchester United! I was out at law's house to watch the epic final between Chelsea and Man U. Absolutely nails-biting and teeth-gritting match. Somehow some ass who 'watched soccer from young' fell asleep and had several alarms in the morning which he never woke up to. Severely disrupted my 2 hours of sleep. I was amazed that I actually had the energy to work after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Graduation in 2 days time. Are you ready DBE22?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It feels really weird partying and needing to be wary of anything at the back, particularly at the butt or finding the wrong orientated people. Wasn't really my cup of tea, so made my long way back from Boonlay, all thanks to that cheerleader from SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you gonna be my cup of tea then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3857439657055342360?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3857439657055342360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3857439657055342360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3857439657055342360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3857439657055342360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-beats-feeling-of-being-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-2167299635972693132</id><published>2008-05-19T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:44:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02622.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The world looks dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last week was just about the lousiest week ever. I'm super annoyed by people flying me aeroplane at the very last minute, yet I had people ps-ing me almost everyday. PISSED! I took it all out on the equipments in the gym with Mich man. We kinda had fun with the treadmill too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soccer with the orangees in the noon nearly got me burnt again. I was running like a dog throughout the match, just to be on the losing side of a 4-0 scoreline. Totally disappointed. Can I win some matches before I miss out on all the matches soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think no one will notice this.. but I actually accidentally fell asleep just after the match which made me late for the farewell dinner for RL. My 14-years bud is going to Aussie for 10 months! Sounds really awesome, but he'll miss loads of us here. Doesn't matter really, a bunch of us are gonna miss out lots 1 month and a few more days later. And so we had dinner at NYNY, and having pretty manda to serve us was simply pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC04403.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to witness some parting scenes at the airport again. Emotional scenes, hopefully wouldn't be seeing too much of these. It has been a long time since I've visited the airport and I fully utilized the chance to comb round the airport with jamie and get our breakfast. It was pretty fun until I had to go home on my own with that fatigue that could kill. Caught up with qicai and yf and seriously, I'm missing the both of them.... did I just say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02723.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That guy is just shy. Very rare leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Graduation ceremony in exactly one week time! Where're ya my BFFs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/25102007634.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-2167299635972693132?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2167299635972693132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=2167299635972693132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2167299635972693132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/2167299635972693132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-looks-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6017274852256523297</id><published>2008-05-14T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:31:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Imagine you walk into KFC, then pay 7 bucks order a 2 piece chicken meal. Instead they gave you 1 piece small fried pigeon, with no chili sauce and tissue paper. yeah, what I'm feeling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6017274852256523297?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6017274852256523297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6017274852256523297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6017274852256523297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6017274852256523297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagine-you-walk-into-kfc-then-pay-7.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3041640855431462642</id><published>2008-05-11T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:37:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02616.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;emo, horny and humsup. Now you know why no one is coming in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a fun day at downtown, despite almost being bored to death and that the food sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got a shock of my life when this girl I knew broke down and cried all the way throughout her phone call with me, off all times when I was working too. I gotta feel bad if I hung down the phone but meanwhile I felt bad leaving my partner working alone. She sounded as if she was laughing at first and I almost laughed at her. heehee. Of course I realised it in the end and was relieved I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K-box with vera after soccer with orangees. It made me realised I forgot a lotta chinese words. I was struggling to recognise the characters man. As usual, I had to endure at least 1 whole page of blackie girls songs... ok la, I sang it with her as well. lol. That pig actually slept halfway singing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As the students are slogging off at schools, I'll be enjoying a week of relaxation after so many hectic weeks. Will be finding all sorta stuffs to do. Please date me out too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/PIC-0074.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna be missing this place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all mums, happy mothers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3041640855431462642?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3041640855431462642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3041640855431462642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3041640855431462642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3041640855431462642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/emo-horny-and-humsup.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1837705809535605682</id><published>2008-05-07T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:44:25.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/Photo298.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its so crispy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Been hanging out with this gay most of the time, so much so I've been feeling gay myself. Even my mum commented that he was gay when he was with us collecting our graduation robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Graduation ceremony is just 2 weeks away! So much for the 3 years that we spent in SP.. just for this very day that we get our diplomas. The best part of it is reunion with my long lost class. All of them casted on separate islands living very different lives. No I am NOT GONNA HAVE DENGUE FEVER OR ANY ILLNESS THIS TIME! O-SO-LOOKING-FORWARD-TO-IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ironman was power! I had reports flying all around me while watching the movie. Bel is so gonna regret for not taking pictures with me before I am botak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday to BFF kian and not BFF xiaobai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna have more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hlISPg1WvBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hlISPg1WvBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's late at night and neither one of us is sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't imagine living my life after you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wondering why so many questions have no answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep on searching for the reason why we went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where is our yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You and I could use it right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But if this is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just take my heart when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have the need for it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll always love you, but you're too hard to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just take my heart when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here we are about to take the final step now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just can't fool myself, I know there's no turing back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Face to face it's been endless conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But when the love is gone you're left with nothing but talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd give my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If only I could turn you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But if this is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just take my heart when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have the need for it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll always love you but you're too hard to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just take my heart when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1837705809535605682?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1837705809535605682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1837705809535605682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1837705809535605682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1837705809535605682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-crispy-been-hanging-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-1368477075334221162</id><published>2008-04-29T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:54:04.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Been the worse days of my life. Not being able to eat is worse than having a dengue fever. Imagine faced with all the delicious heavenly food... and yet you have a infected wisdom tooth that's aching like mad. Yeah, really shit. I seen a dentist and they made my teeth so clean that you can use it as a mirror now. BUT I BLED LIKE HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was really making the best out of life working everyday last week. Never been so hardworking before in my life.  Hanging out 2000+ flip flops and making sure that the shop will open by Saturday wasn't easy, but it made me feel useful, very useful. The rubber made me very very stinky too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I've contributed my part to them, its time they contribute a bit to me too. Yeah 2 days MC. Precious rest and maybe some family time as well. Family time in front of the TV. hee. Now, my parents will be stuck to the tv downstairs, my bro and his girlfriend will be stuck to the laptop opposite, and me? Accompany me will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Val is still bugging me over her eye candies. I cannot believe what I had to do that day to save her. She had an unagi bone stuck in her throat. The flesh of the throat. It went in quite deep, and I had to use a tweezer to pull it out for her. Sounds easy, but I had to remain damn calm and composed despite the ever-kaypo Singaporean on-lookers attention to get that stupid bone out. One wrong move and maybe all of you wouldn't be looking here but at the hospital visiting her instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you feel that you're in a sauna and the temperature now is killing you? If you do, I'm terribly sorry. I'm just way too hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-1368477075334221162?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1368477075334221162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=1368477075334221162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1368477075334221162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/1368477075334221162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-worse-days-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-3109013925339993558</id><published>2008-04-21T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:03:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rewinding my life back to the good old days when I worked like crazy everyday. And good thing 'cos its just not my week. And it had to fall on Val's birthday too. alright happy birthday bitchy sis. Stop ranting about eye candies pls or I promise that I'll give you more brownies on your braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My knee injury was enough but can you imagine 3 folders totally filled with papers crashed onto that same feet? I'm speechless about the bad luck im facing. Applies to Man U too, drew with Blackburn and with one of the worst performances by the ref. Still that doesn't stop me from hitting the gym 'cos my life is boring enough even with the gym sessions. Without it I'll be bored dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Speaking of gyms, law's sister brought us to the ultra luxurious Singapore Power Board facilities, complete with sauna and pool tables. After gym we just sat in the sauna room like 2 salmons getting cooked. I guess that was the best day in my month already. Am I expecting something better in the remaining weeks to come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where were you all when I needed someone most? Have I misplaced my faith? The stories from my buddies these few days continue to confirm my doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wasted another weekend. How many more weekends do I still have before losing my freedom to the nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-3109013925339993558?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3109013925339993558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=3109013925339993558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3109013925339993558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/3109013925339993558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/rewinding-my-life-back-to-good-old-days.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6816459478540865691</id><published>2008-04-17T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:57:48.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye Gatsby moving rubber, hairspray, Loreal anti-frizz and Dove leave-on conditioner in 3 months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6816459478540865691?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6816459478540865691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6816459478540865691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6816459478540865691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6816459478540865691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-gatsby-moving-rubber-hairspray.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8220050624994573641</id><published>2008-04-16T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:24:40.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Velocity is a super motivating place to work in. Long John Silvers, Burger King, KFC, Cold Storage, Mr Bean, Donut Factory, Tako balls.... and a lot more. Very detrimental to my savings too. But don't mind getting transferred there ermm... 'cos of the challenge to sell stuff to the shoppers there! I like challenges, like playing catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok this is bad. First, jogging with b2 is causing my old injury to act up. No more jogging for at least 2 weeks I think. And freezes got my arm damaged a bit too. No more freezes man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Second, val is very very noisy. She brings me around showing all her eye sweets for me, expecting me to turn gay to appreciate them. bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then pause, some better moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok back, and third, my bro's gf at home. Can't get my clothes from the wardrobe and can't walk around in boxers. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and happy belated birthday to shirley and bernice! stop scandaling k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah I wanna be your homework. So that you can slam me on the table and do me all night. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8220050624994573641?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8220050624994573641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8220050624994573641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8220050624994573641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8220050624994573641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/velocity-is-super-motivating-place-to.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-590960278110898763</id><published>2008-04-11T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:08:40.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey lil' shawty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;say you'll care for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know I'll care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know that I'll be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know that I won't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know that I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be your everything, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And one more 5-10 to end my weekdays, and weekends here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tira-i-miss-u. heeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-590960278110898763?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/590960278110898763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=590960278110898763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/590960278110898763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/590960278110898763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-lil-shawty-say-youll-care-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-697105033818244495</id><published>2008-04-06T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:47:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYRLTF71Sow&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYRLTF71Sow&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That gave my dull Sunday some laughter. I love youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok look at this, maybe geeks like mal would be interested. Some stuffs to exercise your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets assume we have a=1, b=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a = b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;multiply both sides by a..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a² = ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;subtract b² from both sides..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a²-b² = ab-b²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(a+b)(a-b)= b(a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;divide both sides by (a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(a+b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(a-b)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;= b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(a-b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a+b=b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doesn't that means.. 2=1?&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? Think carefully about it. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my 200th post too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-697105033818244495?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/697105033818244495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=697105033818244495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/697105033818244495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/697105033818244495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-gave-my-dull-sunday-some-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8575526098050419341</id><published>2008-04-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:14:51.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02567.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02559.jpg" border="0" height="544" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The act cute metal-mouth beside me. Now with 4 eyes and without any lenses. How cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NUS has accepted my application! The letter was dated 1st April. While reading the letter I was trying to spot something like this.. 'Hey you've been punk'd, Happy April's FOOL!', but fortunately there wasn't anything of that sort. Waiting for NTU's letter for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First time doing tagging, and I tagged till my eyes were blur. I couldn't stop eating the Polar cakes. Put me at CLM more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Waiting for money to roll in. Meanwhile, I keep spending, keep keep spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;valerie ♥.      cinnabon,churros,cremebrulee. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dnt talk t you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHOEVER&lt;/span&gt; waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;valerie ♥.      cinnabon,churros,cremebrulee. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me from these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8575526098050419341?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8575526098050419341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8575526098050419341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8575526098050419341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8575526098050419341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/act-cute-metal-mouth-beside-me.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6631420242474060999</id><published>2008-04-03T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:38:22.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My guitar is back! I cleaned the teardrops on it and fixed the strings. Missed it throughout the 2 weeks that I snapped the strings man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is really that mundane. Why is it so hard to find satisfaction and happiness in life? Is it meant to be this way? One time you have this but want that, another time you're having that and wanting this. Is there any way that I can drop the stress and responsibility involved and find some fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, my life looks very fun to have. Doing nothing besides working. Trust me, live a few months in my shoes and you realise nothing is really everything. Gets you thinking of stuff that shouldn't even be thought of in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking towards another phase of my life. No this is not emo, this is emptiness. Emptiness = not sad, not happy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6631420242474060999?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6631420242474060999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6631420242474060999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6631420242474060999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6631420242474060999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-guitar-is-back-i-cleaned-teardrops.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7250478628755061814</id><published>2008-04-01T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:37:36.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/gemini.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why you'll love a Gemini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sharp, a Gemini can keep up with your fast (and ever changing) mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both fun loving and free spirits. You and a Gemini can enjoy each other without expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why a Gemini will love you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you keep up with a Gemini's sharp tongue, you can introduce a challenge or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're appetite for fun and novelty will keep a Gemini interested - at least for a bit longer than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Any geminis out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh the weather has been a killer these days. Got me having a splitting headache. If that was not enough, I had Vera calling me in the middle of the night to tell me she couldn't sleep and I had to entertain her in the midst of a nice nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And she wasn't finished! Just as I was about to surrender to the bed after coming back all the way from SP's gym, val and her tormented me and my poor MSN contacts as well. She demonstrated her forte of whining to the potential by complaining of her hunger to EVERY of the people she spoke to on my list. Even my mum couldn't satisfy her. I think she would very well give my mum a brand new challenge and a new meaning to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All I can say that she's really a 'great' sister to have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7250478628755061814?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7250478628755061814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7250478628755061814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7250478628755061814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7250478628755061814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-true-love-is-gemini-why-youll-love.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-7040395000356625796</id><published>2008-03-31T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:40:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-fxs_ZWXH4&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-fxs_ZWXH4&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                                                           A                                                             Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                                     G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em                                          A7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                      A                             Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                                                  G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em                              A7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G                                                            D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em                                        D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Touch me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em                     A7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                            G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A                                             F#m                      Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em                     G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D                                               G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A                                               F#m            Bm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You ought to know by know how much I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The world may change my whole life thru but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G                                    A7                                               D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you should need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Touch me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-7040395000356625796?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7040395000356625796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=7040395000356625796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7040395000356625796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/7040395000356625796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-bm-if-i-had-to-live-my-life-without.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-8163658013866844370</id><published>2008-03-30T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:26:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday was wonderful! The Belgian chocolate totally choked up my stomach for the whole day. I went to view another cell group in action again. Too bad I aren't into Christianity, they are quite a fun bunch of people to talk to though. yeah. Ice^3 after that was all about.. chemistry. No chemistry, no talk. Apparently, I went against the rules of chemistry games for the dumbie val. Well, I ain't too clever too. heehee. Take pictures take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning soccer burnt my face. We played until 1 plus before I was told mighties were having a gathering. So totally no sleep for me after soccer, went there to meet them, tired, hungry and emo. After the food came it was different. So much better than the zichar at Commonwealth! We guys enjoyed a game of pool before some of them had to book in. The girls, chatting at one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for waiting until the weekends, and its gone in a flash. damn. Nvm. next week will be a better week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheer up and gear up! Hope I'll play it right this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-8163658013866844370?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8163658013866844370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=8163658013866844370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8163658013866844370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/8163658013866844370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-was-wonderful-belgian.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-4474876283868022303</id><published>2008-03-27T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:51:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWQaLXQpxVM/R-qTsAo5KzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/l7z3AvD_LhY/s1600/yuhancute.jpg" border="0" height="256" width="192" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;little yuhan! kopped from xiaobai's blog. Just sooooo cute. Wonder when I can see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-4474876283868022303?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4474876283868022303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=4474876283868022303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4474876283868022303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/4474876283868022303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-yuhan-kopped-from-xiaobais-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWQaLXQpxVM/R-qTsAo5KzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/l7z3AvD_LhY/s72-c/yuhancute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6586053199904499623</id><published>2008-03-27T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:31:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Were Slightly Different, Your Name Would Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwouldyournamebeifyouwereslightlydifferentquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilbur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwouldyournamebeifyouwereslightlydifferentquiz/"&gt;What Would Your Name Be If You Were Slightly Different?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... I got nothing to say about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6586053199904499623?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6586053199904499623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6586053199904499623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6586053199904499623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6586053199904499623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-were-slightly-different-your.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6869046130841079105</id><published>2008-03-26T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:24:14.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking free. and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不用麻烦了不用麻烦了..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不用麻烦了不用麻烦了..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我一点也不忙.. 没错！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6 more days of unemployment, and a whole load of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6869046130841079105?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6869046130841079105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6869046130841079105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6869046130841079105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6869046130841079105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/fucking-free.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11486460.post-6334557960171155456</id><published>2008-03-24T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:36:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y71/will59/DSC02549.jpg" border="0" height="408" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is the malay food that I've been talking about for weeks. in our stomach after every gym session at school. All for just 4 bucks. Where else can you get that much stuff on your plate? Practically fills your stomach up to the brim. Satisfies your lunch and dinner. by the way, thats rendang chicken, half a sambal fish, hotdog, eggs, and lotsa rice on the plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inactivity... Nothing to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11486460-6334557960171155456?l=will-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6334557960171155456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11486460&amp;postID=6334557960171155456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6334557960171155456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11486460/posts/default/6334557960171155456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://will-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-malay-food-that-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519680074192585623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
